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The Black-cap Bay Incident [Game Thread - Ended]

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Roake

Despite her initial apprehension before the mission and upon seeing the collection of employees, Roake couldn't help but feel a little chuffed that the recruitment plan had worked so well. This was a bigger team that she would have been able to requisition from 9th division. Just hoped that these humans could handle themselves.

Lilac came to the little, outdoor shaded area with all the chairs around the map table. Anton and Alex followed close after.

"Welcome", Roake greeted, trying sound a little professional. "My name is Roake, I'm the one who sent out the invitation. This is Bob." she said, pointing at the huge, strapping man beside her. She turned to look at Bob only to find, (in dismay) that the giant was lightly blushing.

"Why hello young man", Bob cooed, eyeing up Anton with a silly grin on his face.

You can't be serious. This old woman... Roake sobbed inside.

"Okay, okay, off you go" Roake quickly moved in, shooing Bob out from the seating area and toward the ship interior. "Get to the bridge and start us up. I'll cast off the lines and we'll be on our way immediately." A visibly disappointed Bob disappeared through the bulkhead hatch, much to Roake's relief.

"Now then", she said, turning back toward the gathered group, "where was I..."

She proceeded to explain to them what she had told Rachel moments before. She told them about the explosion and destroyed building in the city, about the company who she suspected was up to nefarious schemes, namely the mysterious 'Kami Group'. She told them about the island and its isolation. Her story was capped off with the promise of salvage: "I won't lie, even though what the Kami Group is doing is probably not legal, what we're doing isn't exactly above board either. That means all bets are off. All I ask is that you let me analyze certain things that we may find. Otherwise its 'finders, keepers'. That is your reward."



(OOC: just to mention on the above point, apart from generic things that your characters can choose to take if they want to (an item of clothing, a laptop, whatever) I will also be designing certain items that can be acquired along the way which you guys can add to your character profiles and use in other missions if you so choose)



The end of Roake's speech was punctuated by the rickety diesel engines rumbling to life below deck. "Excuse me", she said running off to the line points so that she could cast off the lines. "Feel free to explore the ship!" she called back over her shoulder. "Your cabins are below deck. One bunk per cabin. Take your pick."

One by one, the dock lines dropped onto the causeway and after a little lurch, the ship began steaming forward, heading out of the harbour and into the open ocean.



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OOC: On the design of the ship there are basically 5 decks

Deck 5: Highest deck, located in the bridge tower. Contains the radio room and an observation area offering a near panoramic view of the ocean.
Deck 4: Located in the bridge tower. Contains the bridge and the navigation rooms
Deck 3: Upper deck. Surface of the ship. Contains flat, wide open areas punctuated by a large crane positioned over a large cargo door which is rusted shut but can be forced open if need be. The upper deck also contained the seated meeting area where the characters currently are. It is just a cloth covered open air area with chairs and a table, just in front of the bridge tower
Deck 2: First below deck. Contains the crew cabins, mess hall and kitchen, medical bay and a small recreational area with some board-games and an old tv with 2 channels. This room also has a pair of binoculars and a harpoon gun.
Deck 1: Lowest deck. Contains the engine room and a large cargo area which currently has nothing in it except the stench of fish.

In terms of the cabins, you're each free to describe what your personal cabin looks like. Bear in mind that this ship is old and has been lived in before. Be creative.
 
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Lilac Hirvette

Lilac observed the way that Bob looked over the brunette, who had not yet given his name, with a slightly amused expression which he attempted to keep at least slightly neutral. Unaware that Bob was really a woman wearing a disguise, he was under the impression that the other male might swing in different ways. While that thought made him grin inside, he quickly diminished his chances with Bob, since Bob clearly wanted the brunette. He let all such thoughts go without much of a struggle, and silently watched as Roake shooed Bob away from their meeting area.

The purple-haired young man leaned forward in his seat as Roake began to discuss with them the conditions under which this mission would operate and what they would receive in return for going along with it. As he had suspected, the mission at hand was not entirely...legal, but then again, if the company was already breaking the law and they were here to stop them, then Lilac supposed he didn't honestly mind bending the rules a bit. If they got caught, well, they would have to cross that bridge if and when they came to it.

What really interested him, though, was Roake's talk of finding...things. She had not specified what things exactly, but that meant it could be anything, like treasure or artifacts or other such rare things. He had no objections to handing whatever objects he might find over to Roake for her to analyze, nor did he mind if he happened to find something that she allowed him to keep. Heck, he wasn't even against all of them splitting up whatever gain they collected among the group so that each person received at least something for their trouble.

Lilac was not in this for his own personal gain. He was in this for the adventure it promised; something to alleviate his boredom.

The ship's engine grumbled to life and Roake excused herself to assist with the preparations, though not before telling them that they could explore, and that their cabins were down below; first come, first serve. Then she was gone, and Lilac felt the deck of the ship gently rolling underneath his sneakered feet. They had at last set sail toward the island.

Fortunately, this was not Lilac's first time riding on a ship, although this was the first time he had ridden on such an old, beaten-up ship. Nevertheless, he found his sea legs all too quickly and stood up from his chair, wondering if he should go ahead and select a cabin or if he could lounge on the deck a while. Roake had not mentioned how long they were going to be sailing, but he supposed that he could just ask her later whenever she came back. Shrugging, his lips curving upward into a smile, Lilac moved away from the meeting area and went back to the railing out on the deck, his mismatched eyes staring out at the vast expanse of sea.

He breathed in the refreshing salty sea air and sighed, resting against the railing once more. While he enjoyed his video games and other such activities, there was really nothing that compared to the thrill of going out on a real adventure that he could experience for himself firsthand without the need for a controller or an avatar that was meant to represent him, but was not actually him. This was surely going to be more exciting than any video game could even hope to be.
 

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As Alex was brought into the 'meeting room', she could see for herself the collection of people interested in the work.

And almost all of them were Quincy. She had thought their race was almost... not exactly extinct but on the 'endangered' list, to borrow a term from the World Wildlife Foundation.

Dark blue eyes glanced around, partly curious and wary. Was this a Quincy convention she didn't know about? Was it something else?

Anyway, the seeming leader of the expedition, a lady who called herself Roake, began explaining why and what the expedition was all about. And something in the pit of her stomach dropped as it became clear that this was linked to the human-bug horrors that she had dealt with not too long ago.

Unable to keep a small scowl from creasing her forehead, Alex continued to listen about this Kami Group, and this isolated island that no-one knew about. And a small nagging feeling crept into her mind... what if the human-bug horrors on this island could swim?? There was alot of ocean between the nice placid shore and wherever this destination was. And each human-bug could easily rip this floating bucket apart.

Roake finally finished the show-and-tell with an invitation to explore the ship and grab a cabin to sleep in.

If the outside of this rustbucket was any indication, Alex strongly doubted that the cabins were anything like 5-star standard - not that she needed any gold-plated watchamacallits.

The self-appointed leader of the expedition left to go haul some lines in. And Alex followed her at a discreet distance, waiting for the woman to finish whatever ship-related things she was doing. (why were ropes needed for a boat? nevermind).

"X'cuse me, Roake yeah?" The blonde called out when the other woman looked as if she was done. "Alex here, nice ta meetcha."

"Listen, I was there when that building exploded. Found things there that looked like science experiments... a human-bug something that looked like Jabba the Hutt."

"An' now I'm hearing that you found the company responsible, an' are plannin' ta go there ta' break in." Alex offered a brief wry smile. "We all ain't got invite cards, no?"

"So. Watcha gonna do 'bout Dr Evil's island if there are more Jabba the Hutts there? Huh?"

Her voice lowered to an almost whisper. "An' watcha really plannin' ta do there?"
 
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Roake listened to Alex while doing her work, reflecting on the young woman's comments. When she had finally secured the lines, she picked up a nearby rag and leaned back on the ship railing while she wiped her hands cleaned.

"So.. you were there huh?" she said, a bit more plainly than before, since Alex obviously had some insight into the other side of the situation and who Roake might really be. "I must say, I'm a bit surprised that you would come forward and tell me this so directly. The investigating shinigami who reported on what happened at that building... he went through a great deal of effort to keep the identities of the humans that helped him a secret."

She leaned forward with a bit of a smirk on her face: "human's like you aren't exactly sanctioned by shinigami leadership. Don't worry though, your secret is safe with me. After all, I need you... all of you, since I have no idea what we might be walking into."

She turned slightly to take more of a seat on the railing and look out on the open water the ship was steaming into.

"We know now that the Kami Group is experimenting with some sort of spirit mutation. Those 'bugs' you refer to... I encountered something similar but didn't think it was anything big or potentially dangerous until the events that you got caught up in. We don't know what the Kami Group's end game is, that is what we are heading to this island to try and find out. What we do know though, is that they won't stop and something like a demolished sky scraper isn't enough to discourage them."

She looked back at Alex with a very serious look in her eye. "You saw the results of their tampering first hand, so you can appreciate the kind of threat they pose. The shinigami can't allow them to operate unchecked. I hope nothing like what you experienced will happen here, but there is no telling what they have learned or what they are willing to experiment with. Dead bodies, mutated spirits... nothing seems to be off limits to them... that makes them dangerous."
 
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Lilac Hirvette

It did not take long for Lilac to sense the presence of two others who were lingering nearby. Shifting his gaze away from the ocean, he caught a glimpse of Roake and Alex standing a couple of yards further down on the deck from where he was. The two of them appeared to be engaged in a private, perhaps serious conversation. Lilac removed his hands from the railing and spun around, leaning his lower back against the metal, which gave a slight groaning creak of protest. For a moment, he wondered if it was going to break and pitch him into the water, but it held.

Lilac was curious about what his new mission mates were discussing, suspecting that it might be something pertaining to the mission at hand, but for now, he decided against intruding on their conversation. If it was something that Roake felt they all needed to know, then she would probably tell them later. If not, then he had no desire to pry for the information. It wasn't worth causing tension between himself and the two of them, especially if they needed to work together.

Smiling, the young man gently pushed away from the railing and crossed the deck before casually descending the stairs that led below, down to where their cabins were located. He had nothing better to do at the moment, so he figured he may as well select his cabin. He soon came to the hall that held the cabin doors, and he chose a door on the end on the left side. Raising his hand, he gently wrapped his knuckles against the wooden surface and listened for any answer from inside. When none came, he surmised that no one had claimed this cabin yet, and he turned the doorknob; it was unlocked.

No sooner had he stepped inside the room than the smell which saturated the room's interior hit him. It was not overwhelmingly unpleasant, just a bit musty. The room probably hadn't been aired out in a while. It was nothing he couldn't live with if he had to, and it would only be for a short while until they reached the island. Lilac stepped inside, shutting the door behind him.

The decor was rather dull and uninspired, but he honestly hadn't been expecting much from it to begin with. There was a dresser for clothes and an unmade bed, and a door that led into a small bathroom near the corner, all the basic necessities. He crossed the room and examined what turned out to be a small pile of stacked CDs on top of the dresser. As he filed through them, he grimaced and quickly shoved them into a small waste bin near the dresser; it had mostly been the sort of music that he couldn't stand, and had zero intention of listening to. The bathroom became his next venture, and he soon regretted entering the space.

A dingey bra was hanging on a hook on the back of the bathroom door and there was a toothbrush sitting in a plastic cup by the sink. Lilac slowly eased back out of the bathroom without turning around and once he was safely out, he pulled the door closed. This room was so not for him. He'd rather take his chances sleeping up on deck. Grimacing again, the purple-haired teenager headed for the door.

“No way am I staying down here,” he muttered to himself as he departed from the room and went back up on the main deck. It was a relief to be back in the sunshine with the smell of the ocean around him.

Lilac stuffed his hands into the pockets of his thick coat and made his way back to where the meeting table and chairs were spread out. Plopping himself down in the comfiest chair among the bunch, he raised a hand and pulled his hood back up over his head, stuffing his hand back in his pocket as he leaned his head back, the hood now covering his eyes in shadow. At least here he wouldn't be sleeping on the hard wood of the deck, and people wouldn't be tripping over him all the time.
 
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So her hunch was correct, Alex mused to herself as the other apparently human woman responded to her questions. This Roake knew several more aspects about this mission and the mysterious figures behind these experiments - though she didn't know why the full information wasn't relayed to everyone else.

Huh. Probably to prevent everyone from running away screaming.

A couple of things in particular had caught her interest. The first was the comment about humans not being approved by Shinigami leadership.

"Yeah, humans ain't well-liked by Death Gods. Quincies even less, eh? But... I helped 'em! Ain't asking for a medal or nothin', but some recognition or a handshake would be great, ya know?" The blonde muttered with a measure of ill-grace, not understanding why the shinigami she met at the skyscraper incident elected to simply gloss over her help.

They'd probably do the same here too, and gloss over everyone's help just to satisfy someone's boss. Not that she wanted anything to go horribly wrong like the skyscraper, but still. It would be nice to get some acknowledgement.

A dark blue gaze fixated itself on the apparent human, as Alex scowled and prepared herself to ask the hard questions.

"So ya said ya need us cos' things can be dangerous... and yeah it jolly well might be. One Jabba the Hutt nearly got a couple of us and Death Gods killed. And ya know we're more fragile, yeah?"

"I counted some Quincy. Do ya have some Death Gods on board too, as backup? Cos' its you lot that are worried, an' we need tha' firepower."

And the Quincy waited for an answer, and for Roake to reveal her true nature; if she wanted to, of course.
 
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Roake gave a small, understanding smile Alex's frustration. She had often wondered what it was like for humans like this, who could see and do what they could and where that intersected with the shinigami and their mission. The 9th division was more forgiving due to their mission and being immersed in the world of the living as part of their daily jobs, but Roake did feel she would be remiss if she was flippant about her 'brethren'.

"I understand that you are frustrated at the standoff-ishness between humans and shinigami. Myself and many in my organization feel that things shouldn't be this way because we see and watch over humans everyday. Unfortunately though there is an 'order' in my world, a way of thinking that has existed for tens of thousands of years. Those who maintain it are very conservative and look at things very fundamentally. They see any human who can influence the balance of souls as a threat. If things were completely up to them, they would have you and anyone like you, immediately executed. That is how hard-line they are. Until that thinking passes away, shinigami like me must be discreet about humans like you and indeed working with you. Death gods being executed for cooperating with humans in not unheard of. You must be careful."

Roake's face became a little more worried when she considered how to answer about their backup. The fact that there was none was a bit too disheartening to put into words. "Yeah... about that... basically we're going in blind without a safety net. Our positioned I explained to you guys at the start of the mission is exactly what it is. We'll all have to be very careful. When, erm... Bob and myself were scouting the island some time back, it seems there is some sort of security in place that would make it difficult for shinigami to investigate without being noticed. For humans however, you may be able to pass completely undetected. In our idea scenario, we get in, ransack their treasure and get out before anyone knows we were even there. That's why we're not going in, kicking down the front door with guns blazing as you humans would say."




OOC: At this point I'm accommodating a 3 day timeskip. All players are welcome to either do some special onboard interaction that might happen at some point during the 3 days, or do a summary post of what happened for all 3 days. For reference the sailing has been smooth with the days and the nights being very hot, humid and sticky. Both Bob and Roake will be available it you like to do anything special interaction with them. Just let me know and I'll facilitate something. I'll do interactions for multiple people to, it's not a problem.
 
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The gentle rocking of the ship as it sailed upon the waves should have been enough to help lull him to sleep for a short nap, but it wasn't. His mind refused to properly shut down, and instead seemed intent on trying to analyze and sort through the various facts of the mission at hand. Everything about this job screamed danger and thick red tape and concealed secrets. Roake had tried to tell them pretty much everything they needed to know about what it was they were undertaking, but Lilac couldn't stop wondering just how dangerous this actually was.

Releasing a heavy sigh, the teenager sat up straighter in the chair and raised an arm, flicking the hood off of his head, his hair shifting as it spilled free. Surprisingly, though it was the middle of summer, and he was wearing a thick winter coat, he remained virtually sweat-free, and not even his hair, which had been under the hood, was damp. Lilac stood up and unzipped the coat, shrugging out of it before tying it securely around his waist. Underneath it, he was wearing a very simple and clean white t-shirt.

Yawning loudly, he stretched his arms above his head and felt a satisfying pop in his back, before running a hand through his purple locks, his mismatched eyes glancing around to see who all was up on deck at the moment. Seemed all of his ship mates were out and about, save for Bob, who was probably still at the controls of the ship, making sure they didn't go off course or crash into anything, not that there was much to crash into out here.

'Hrm. Might as well. Got nothing better to do.'

Lilac emerged from underneath the tarp and left the meeting area, walking across the deck of the ship until he eventually came to stand beside the only other male who was present right now; Anton. The brunette had introduced himself earlier, but beyond that, Lilac hadn't heard him say a single word, so it was probably time to see if they could hang or if this dude was likely to give everyone a cold shoulder during this trip. Turning his head to look at Anton, he offered a casual, disarming smile.

“Hey, how's it going?” he greeted, his voice as nonchalant as his demeanor. “Looks like we got lucky, huh? This is pretty decent weather for sailing, right?”
 
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3-day timeskip post from Alex's POV:

The female-shinigami was surprisingly candid in her responses to Alex’s questions. Yes, this mission was a stealth invade-and-ransack of a mysterious island with their own security and some man-eating Jabba-the-Hutts. Yes, any interactions between shinigami and human were frowned upon, to the extent that even shinigami could be executed.

Alex had always thought that humans were on the receiving end of the stick (or sword). It was a seemingly dinosaur-age attitude, something tens-of-thousands of years old. Rawr, don’t look at me or I'll eat you.

There was actually nothing else that the Quincy needed to ask for the moment, having had enough information to ponder until they reached the mysterious island. All the details Roake had to give, she presumed, since the other woman didn’t seem like she was holding much information back.

Therefore, Alex spent her days wandering about the floating rustbucket, inspecting the equipment and gears with interest (she had never been on a boat), learning to walk on a rocking ground without falling over or holding onto the walls for support, getting to appreciate the sheer scale of ‘Nature’ and how the smallest change in wind or water could toss the boat about like a dry leaf.

She was particularly interested in finding a sort of gun that fired a sharp hooked spear on a strong rope – a ‘harpoon’ someone had told her, to spear fish when hunting underwater. The Quincy did want to try it as a conventional ground weapon, and see what could happen.

Oh, and she tried fishing for all of 20 minutes. Sitting still with a long stick and some string hanging off to the side of the boat was completely boring, and she never knew why it was so appealing to so many people.

The cabin she had selected was old and rather cramped, with peeling paint and darkened wooden walls that made the whole area look even smaller. Sparsely furnished with basic items like a (lumpy) bunk bed and cabinet that had seen better days, Alex had attempted to sleep in the room the first night only to flee upstairs because of the incredibly hot humidity and the uneven rocking.

At least, the upper deck had fresh air with some breezes, and the rocking floor didn’t seem too horrible. The sound of the sea helped a little in soothing landlubber nerves. And just because she was that bored, she stuck the stick-and-string contraption off the side of the boat every night in the hope of catching something.

All she managed to snare were some bits of seaweed and a large crab that was obviously finishing off the last of the bait-fish – it easily jumped off with a wave of claw, leaving the cheated blonde almost frying it with a well-aimed crossbow. Evidently, the fish around here were too smart for things like that.
 
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On dusk of the third day with the sun setting behind them, the ship's crew would find Roake and Bob at the front of the ship, looking silently ahead. On the darkening horizon, the ominous silhouette of the island was visible. The tall, jagged crags of its single mountain loomed like a great, fierce tooth rising out of the sea. The ocean itself was foreboding and quiet, like a bad omen.

Roake stood stoic and immovable, with her pipe hanging off her lip. As she puffed little bubbles from it, she bobbed the pipe up and down causing it to tap on her lip-ring, making her sound a bit like a ticking clock. Beside her, Bob was crouched on one knee, waving his hands about in a purposeful pattern. He was quietly muttering incantations for a kidou, and his reishi in the air responded, making beautiful sweeping patterns in the space as he wove the spell around their ship.

Roake looked up, regarding the thing the kidou was meant to hide them from. A large, yet barely visible reishi tentacle, sweeping about the ocean surface and across the sky in a sphere around the island.

"You sure this will work?" Roake quietly asked Bob.

"Well", Bob replied, still weaving the clearly complex spell, "I think the fact that we're in gigai, plus the fact that there are so many humans on board, should make it more effective. The dispersion of the different reiatsu types should make us look like nothing more than a little cloud of reishi moving across the ocean."

Roake gave Bob a little worried look.

"Well", Bob continued, "if it doesn't work, we should know pretty quickly..."

That did little to ease Roake's concerns.
 
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