Mana P2y1s09

Mana: And so it was written: Pokiehlember 2nd, Year 1, Gnome's Day. Turbulent cloud-cover has rolled in - a storm's definitely on its way, and all along the ring street of Wisp, canopies are being unfurled over patios and standing signs are being pulled in.
Veracruz runs along the streets, carefully crusing over the least-taken path. He's climbed a set of stairs up to the nearest roof and from there proceeded through the high path. He wants to make this trip quick, and hopefully not get separated from the party too much. He promised to meet them back at Salamander with something useful at least, so he's got to make haste
Mana: A flock of birds take off away from the rooftop as you clamber up onto the high way, circling up a fire escape.
Mana: To the Downwards Highway Gate?
Veracruz looks at the gate, pats one of his jacket's pockets, nods to himself and continues running. That'll do for today, towards the gate
Mana: The broad highway leads down into the earth, to Salamander District.
Mana: It's… heavilly manned, guards in blue armor and conical blue helmets sitting behind barricades searching all the carts in and out.
Mana: One gets stopped as Cruz approaches - the guard hurls several bags of flour off the back, revealing piles and piles of weapons.
Mana: Two of the guards are staying back, behind a low, makeshift wooden wall. They're holding composite bows.
Veracruz takes down the highway at his best distance running speed, he looks at the carts passing by and notices the cart of weapons. He makes a sudden halt and stops for a moment to watch
Mana: Looks like he was trying to move the weapons in from Wisp - the cart driver is pulled off his ox, the guards move to confiscate the arms, carrying the crates behind the barricade.
Veracruz headscratches, and sees about discreetly approaching a guard to question, one that doesn't looks particulary busy or guarding that specific direction
Mana: A tall one, barrel-chested: "…What is it?"
Veracruz: "Hey. Been a bit since I came back home, but what's happening?"
Mana: "There's been some fighting down in Salamander. Bloodier than usual. Commander Ibex has declared a Special Judgement Situation and has moved the guard in."
Mana: "We don't need to see a pass or anything. You heading in?"
Veracruz: "Yep, I live there, so I was worried"
Veracruz: "I'll keep my wits about, thanks" he continues running in
Mana: "HEY! Hold it!"
Veracruz halts "YEah?"
Mana: "We'll have to search you, though. As you've seen, we…"
Mana: "Can't have more weapons moving in."
Veracruz: "Oh, i'm sorry. Hrm… I've got two knives on me, self-defense only I assure you"
Veracruz: "Can't quite run a courier service around there without it"
Mana: Can I have a Charm 70 roll?
Veracruz rolled 1d100 and got 76 ( Total: 76 ) for Sure enough! 70 CoS
Mana: "Come over to the side by the barricade, please."
Mana: He motions, raises a finger towards one of the bowmen, signalling.
Veracruz goes over to the other side "Sure" he's not stupid, however, and keeps an eye for a plausible escape route, just in case those guards from the other day ratted on the magicians, also the rabite and the court being there and stuff
Mana: They don't have a solid blockade against the flow of the highway, just the archers - if you saught cover behind one of the carts, you could probably bolt towards Salamander if it came down to it.
Mana: "Give us the knives for a moment?"
Veracruz nods to himself, but still plays along with the guards "Sure" he hands them over hilt-first "Salamander-made, quite good"
Veracruz: "A bit worn, too"
Mana: "So they are." He places them on the top of the barricade behind him for a moment, and begins searching.
Mana: …He's probably gonna find your quicksilver in a moment, too.
Veracruz makes a face "Well, not like i'm not enjoying your hands all over me, but, this is embarassing" he's going to try to distract him with a little bit of weird talk, just enough to move his quicksilver about a bit to move past the inspection and… Just in case that fails, at least jump over the barricade for his knives before he finds it
Mana: Hm, Swindle 50, or you have to make a break for it.
Veracruz rolled 1d100 and got 84 ( Total: 84 ) for 50% CoS! Roll of 80+!
[OOC] Veracruz: Fucking called it
Veracruz stares at the guard, yep, not going to have a chance to move his gem away, he takes a deep breath. In a quick movement he puts his hands over the guard's shoulders, flips over him and lands with a kick on his knives, sending them upwards into his hands- Next action, jump towards a cart and dive behind it
Mana: You've got the knives, yeah. The guard unshoulders his spear, begins advancing - "HEY! We've got a magician here!"
Mana: The shout goes out…
Mana: Battle order: Veracruz [F]:0 Regular Force A [F]:3
Mana: Status for Regular Force A [F] : [==========]
Mana: Veracruz!
Veracruz lowers his stace, looks at the cart, the guard "Look, last thing I want is trouble. I do plan on helping alleviate your problem, though. By the time you see me again i'm sure there won't be any more problems in Salamander!" he sheathes his knives again and stares further ahead, readying himself [Escape, CT10]
Mana: The guardsman lances through a haystack on the cart, a spear coming through to strike Veracruz as he dashes to keep up with him -
Mana rolled 1d100 and got 80 ( Total: 80 ) for C80
Mana rolled 1d12+80 and got 2 ( Total: 82.0 )
Mana: Hitting him for 82 physical damage before Veracruz escapes!
[OOC] Veracruz: HP: 318/350, MP: 290/350, SoS: 87
Veracruz continues running, taking cover with the carts as he puts a hand on the gentle scratch of the spear. He continues running into the Salamander district as fast as he can, taking the twistiest path possible. Guard's probably going to follow him, so try to lead him near a gang's territorry and see if he contrinues to follow. Failure to follow, he'll shift directions towards a
Veracruz street or somewhere he can wind down for a moment, he continues to follow, well, it gets a bit crazier
Mana: No, he doesn't chase too far from the gate.
Veracruz then takes a moment to run towards a street wherein he can acquire a cup of water or juice, and take a deep breath
Veracruz: "Sheesh, you'd think I've done something actually wrong"
Veracruz winds down for a few moments before stretching "Alright, no to find someone who can give me a rundown of what's up since yesterday"
Mana: Salamander District, near the north end.
Mana: You're near the tin village, with the estate of the duke under the mountain to its east. The foundry rises up to your south, the City Heart cradled in its pipes and arms, shining a brilliant crimson.
Veracruz headscratches. Weapons? Well, he did come to end in the best place, he approaches the barracks of the tin village, find someone to talk to, hopefully too inebriated to hold the truth but not enough to mistake it for a lie. Time to question a little bit to see if those weapons streaming in are related with the military at all
Mana: There's a body hanging from the ramparts surrounding the tin village, elaborately tattooed, strung by its neck.
Mana: Someone draped in red furs (fox-hide?) calls from the gate as you approach the village: "Hey, what's bringing you so close, now?"
Veracruz looks up at the body, then looks at the man "Oh, hey. Well- I was looking to talk to someone"
Veracruz looks at the hanged man "Hopefully it's not him"
Mana: "Heh, hopefully not. What do you need to know?"
Veracruz: "Hrm, well, there's some trouble going on arund here, started between yesterday and today? I've kind of spent the whole day away and I come back home and everything's in chaos or something"
Veracruz: "And well, I was wondering if anything reached here?"
Veracruz: "I mean, one here meant the district, really, the other here the tin village"
Mana: "Ah. Well, here's the thing."
Mana: He kicks his feet up, sitting on the wall.
Mana: "The street gang with the stupid name - the kids, I guess - cooked up some sort of incredible drug, and it's been draining the pockets of all the kids out the bottom. Which means they've started stealing to pay for it."
Mana: "Which means the idiots are robbing places under Viper protection."
Veracruz … Just finds a place to stand on that doesn't involves moving in a direction he might not be allowed to. Oh well might as well sit in the ground "That's… Not going to end up well at all, eh"
Mana: "It already didn't. The Vipers moved in to burn up their hideouts. The Rats are under assault, too - they've thrown in with that weird cult."
Mana: "Meanwhile, the Vipers have some kind of magic sword, and they're killing anyone that crosses them left and right."
Mana: "Some idiot from the upper city has moved in a force, but he doesn't have the numbers."
Mana: "Us beasts…"
Mana: "…We're just waiting for the word go, and we'll clean things up, nice and quick."
Veracruz: "Man… Here I thought I was going to relax a little at home. Though I haven't heard of a weird cult before"
Mana: "Hmph. The Army's crushed a few in our time. This one's just like the others."
Veracruz: "This is kinda bad, all things considered…"
Veracruz: "Hey, thanks for talking. That was really helpful" he stands up
Mana: The soldier on the walls rolls his knuckles, running a hand through his long, ragged red hair. "Hey, happy to help."
Mana: "We're all in a good mood. The lamps will be shining red soon enough."
Veracruz waves at him, and moves off… Towards the streets… So apparently a new drug going on about, vipers out to get them, rats in with cultists, everyone tangled in a big brawl and imperial force is too small
Veracruz has to figure out what's what. Cultists generally mean extra-bad stuff, but the cataclysm IS Salamander burning itself down, so either the Enchilladas or the Rats are the problem, the Vipers are just the effect. Time to figure out which of those two is worth a first look. He'll move about in the streets and see if he can flag down a Rat- Hopefully one that isn't with company,
Veracruz nor a cornered one. Hunt down a relaxed rat that can give him a lecture on his cult
Mana: They aren't walking the streets - in fact, there are a lot of Vipers in the streets, walking bare-backed, swords over their shoulders -
Mana: But you could try dropping into one of their diners, or visiting a warehouse.
Mana: (Or a construction site. You know well enough they own every concern.)
Veracruz headscratches, so many Vipers. He decide to stop by a diner, hey why not eat something it's past noon and he hadn't had dinner yet! Plus good chance to run into someone who might know
Mana: A quiet, dingy little noodle-shop. The little golden mouse statue in the window announces - yup, this is a rat place. Especially given the build of the chef manning the steaming metal that the noodles are being shuffled and fried on.
Mana: "Hey, afternoon, kid."
Veracruz waves "Hey, man, how's it going?" he looks at the menu, something a little ligther on the stomach, stronger on spices?
Mana: "Business is alright. What'll you be having?" (You probably want a standard small.)
Veracruz: "A standard small"
Veracruz looks at the chef "Things going crazy around here"
Mana: "Sure are."
Mana: "You're that courier kid, right?"
Veracruz: "Yep, Veracruz. Need something delivered?"
Mana: "I'll let you know if I do."
Veracruz: "Please do, could use the business"
Veracruz: "Say, i've been out on a big one to Jinn, haven't been back in a while, could you fill me in on what's going on?"
Mana: "Vipers have gone nuts, that's what. Took some lame excuse to bust up the Enchiladas, and have been running our boys out left and right."
Veracruz: "Odd, you guys haven't really done anything that bad far as I know"
Mana: "Hmph, yeah. Some foreigners have moved in, say they're backing us up with magic."
Veracruz: "Uhn… Odd, dealing with magic ought to get people a bit fired up"
Veracruz: "Who're those?"
Mana: "The red dust priests."
Mana: "They've been trying to take care of people when the plague came. They threw in with us cause, you know, we're the reasonable, local community-leader type."
Mana: "Makes sense to work together, hm?"
Veracruz: "Hrm… Wait, didn't I see those guys in Wisp? Wonder what they're doing all the way over here. Oh, so they were here before, uhn…"
Veracruz: "Yeah, you guys definitely know how to take care of eachother. Well, if they're working to take care of the plagued people, they oughtta be good guys"
Mana: "Mm. Little weird and distant, but they alright."
Veracruz: "Dunno, that'd sound like reason enough for the Vipers to leave 'em alone. Guess they're not worried about getting sick themselves"
Mana: "Speaking of getting sick, I'd steer clear of the Duke's manor."
Mana: "That's where they're keeping all the patients."
Veracruz: "Oh… Sounds like a bad place to be right now, thanks for the warning"
Mana: "Ain't that the truth." He scoops the noodles and bits of chicken up into a bowl, lays it out for you, hands you chopsticks.
Veracruz eats his noodles merrily, it's good food for on-the-fly food. That was some good info right there, so people looking into the plague, magicians too. Probably not the cause, definitely going to be a gigantic catalyst. He thanks the chef for the ramen and pays him before going out again
Veracruz looks outside, next thing is finding the easiest thing, a Viper. Time to ask a bit more
Mana: You catch one taking protection from the a corner store -
Mana: "Hey! I'm from Mr. Magata. Fire brigade's collecting." He says, barely looking at the lady at the counter, turning a pack of cigarettes over as he inspects a stand.
Veracruz approaches just slightly… This could get ugly, he doesn't wants a fight either, he just waits… He needs the guy in a good mood
Mana: "…Uh, it's in the safe." The owner says, heading through a back door behind the counter.
Mana: The viper looks over - "What is it, kid?"
Veracruz: "Oh, hi. I wanted to talk, i'll if you want me to, though"
Veracruz: "Don't mean to be a big bother"
Mana: "Hey, this city is mine and yours, ain't it? Spill it."
Veracruz: "Well, I don't usually see you guys going all out everywhere, so I got a little worried, is everything alright?"
Veracruz: "I've been out for today and I come back and bam! Everything's going crazy"
Mana: "Yeah, but we've got it under control. All those upstarts are getting ousted soon."
Mana: "How often can you say us Vipers are cleaning up the streets, anyway?"
Veracruz: "Well, normally just when something happens, i'd hope at least"
Veracruz: "Though, who's causing trouble, maybe I can help?"
Mana: "Unless you wanna sign on to the family, we've got it covered."
Mana: "Rats are bringing in weird foreign weapons. Enchiladas are turning our kids into petty thieves for moon-dust."
Veracruz: "Hrm? Moon-dust?"
Veracruz: "That's a new one"
Mana: "Some drug, or something. Worse than the usual fare. Don't know the technical name."
Mana: "Some commander Ibex thinks he can bring in all the plague victims, too, as if we ain't got enough of our own."
Veracruz: "Argh, plague too? That's not going to end well. Don't they know there's enough problems in here?"
Mana: "Mmhm."
Mana: "Hell, you heard about what the Emperor's up to, anyway?"
Veracruz: "Not really"
Mana: "Everybody's been talking about how Salamander boys need to be running Salamander."
Mana: "Mr. Magata won't hear a word of it, but…"
Mana: "…Well, we do what he says."
Veracruz nods to him "Well, thanks for putting up with me, then. I'll be going, 'fore I get in your way" he goes back, waving to the guy… He DOES waits up a little bit, however, once out of sight. Just until the guy's out of the way and hecan talk to the shopkeep
Mana: The viper takes the money without much hassle. "We'll make sure all your emergency services are in order." He says, as a parting shot.
Veracruz waits until he's gone, then goes back to the shop "Hey, mister. You doing alright there?"
Mana: "Ehh. Ain't any worse than usual, really…"
Mana: …And so it was written.

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