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Rohane Alista
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Postby Rohane Alista » Tue Mar 27, 2018 6:29 am

“Did you two just seriously propose assassination as a first option? We're supposed to be heroes. We capture people so they can face the justice system, we don't just dole out death,” George sputtered out, actually looking up from his computer. “No one ever said this was an assassination, either! We don't even know what she supposedly did! And killing people is not exactly something I'm comfortable with doing,” he finished.

“I'd also think insulting the capabilities of someone you've known for ten minutes is probably a little rash,” he continued, this time looking at Tobias specifically. “Plus you probably underestimate Malgravean experience with technology in general. They're pretty damn good, you know. Almost as good as Rohanians.”

With that said George returned to his game, content to sit and wait for lunch right where he was… provided there weren't any more violent outbursts.

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Postby Legokiller » Mon Apr 16, 2018 4:00 pm

Defender’s Mansion

Brass Sage listen closely to Junghwa and nodded. ” A soldier of god? There aren’t any clear holy symbols or any signs of her capable to use Celestial Magic at first site, but she may surprise me.” In the lands of Silverdale and the rest of the region of Mystria, the presence of gods is real, and the people could receive divine favor to use celestial magic.
She wasn’t sure what god Junghwa referred to.

Brass Sage stared down at the man, confused on what on Earth just happened? For moment, the conference room transformed into Congresspony Fillybuster’s outrageous speech where even the regale sisters from Camelot and the Heavens can hear it. Why in the world Alexander decided it would be the best time to throw these claims? Paranoid. After the blast of outrage moment, Brass Sage adjusted her posture and calmly breathed in.

“Well then, I supposed in a few moments that it will be an excellent time for a tour through the real interior of the base. I sure you that the home we’re in is only a facade to cover a far more protected facility. “Brass Sage coughed to hide her disgust. “Which… I must disagree with the assassination plan. If such dirty work was needed, we would never gather here today to discuss former President LuvGood. She… She’s a demonic demigod sorceress and can sense such impending dangers.”

Brass Sage sighed deeply, as if the fact was painful to state. “Please don’t get the wrong idea. A person with demonic heritage, while raise some suspicion and distrust, is protected by our constitution where all sapient beings have the same equal rights. Same with demons living in Silverdale, which I know a few. Even then, former President LuvGood went beyond simply being a friendly demon who a strong leader who intervened in Valla to save my people from a violent civil war and take refugees to Silverdale in excellent acceptance program. Not to mention, protecting civil rights of every citizen, promote Silverdalean values, and see Silveredaleans reach the stars.

At the same time, she pardoned and kept her sisters’ criminal activity and dark rituals from the public eye. Said sisters are demigods themselves, and all boost formidable power to rule over far more demonic creatures and other dark beings to serve their binding. They’re known as the Dark Mothers, and from my gathering of intel, have been responsible of a variably of heist of magical artifacts, assassination, demonic incidents in the region. What I believe is that they’re planning for something big, and the key evidence we need is from one of their allies in Silver City.”

When Alexander asked who the hell names their kid Fluffykins, Brass Sage chuckled a little. "Ponies usually name their foals after punny and cute names sir, hence the name Fluffykins."
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Postby New United States of Columbia » Mon Apr 16, 2018 5:54 pm

Tobias looked annoyed at George. He wanted to like the man but clearly he never experienced corruption in the legal system or probably refused to believe it was possible.
“And, pray tell, what do we do when the legal system, the lawyers, the cops, the judges are corrupt and the jury is apathetic? Let the bastards go to prison where they can escape or live fat and happy off the taxpayers dime?”
He returned his attention to the Brass Sage and after she finished speaking he came to one conclusion: She clearly never experienced the Magic and Dark Forces he had when he was with The Company.
“Rights for all sapient beings and you never mention a draft. By God that can’t fail!” he said with the single biggest heaping of annoyance he could muster. He stood up as he said this, casually sauntering over to the window, ignoring any outcries from his “comrades in arms”. After thinking for a few moments he decided he should unpack, heading for the door. He opened it and was about to step out when he realized something.
If I bring anything in and the Sage disagrees with what I have... Crap.
He turned and looked at her.
Damnit. Fine. I’ll placate her for now.
“I’d argue I need all the things in there but...”
He took a deep breath and swallowed his pride.
“I’d like you to come with me to make sure I didn’t bring anything ‘illegal’ or 'overly dangerous' with me, Madame Sage."

As the two humans walked to man’s car, he pondered their assignment.
“So, if killing Cynthia is off the table, what’ll we do? Lock her up in your underground base?”
He couldn’t believe he just said that. He subscribed to the saying of ’If it bleeds, we can kill it'.
“Anyways... mind telling me a bit more about her sisters, the ‘Dark Mothers’? My gut’s telling me we’ll be running into them on our mission to hunt down Cynthia.”
He stopped suddenly as if he just remember something very important.
“If we’re fighting demons and devils, should I get silver bullets or silver crucifixes? Know any arms and religious shops that sells those?”

Arriving at the car, Tobias opened the trunk of the car and began to remove dozens of various items: Several gallons of water, a box of MRE’s (Month’s worth), Special Forces quality hiking boots, a throwing knife set, a sheathed K-Bar knife, dozens of Military Surplus Field Manuals, and more. As he was doing this he looked over at the Brass Sage and gestured to the backseat.
“Feel for the handle on the bottom cushion and pull up, would ya?”
As she did so she’d discover The Last Roman had cut out the bottom of the backseat cushions to squeeze in a modified AR-15 and dozens of preloaded magazines. On the floor of the backseat were more boxes of MRE’s and various long term packaged survival foods. Doing the same up front revealed a concealed 9mm Uzi with extra pre loaded magazines as well as a sharpened Gurkha knife. On the floor was a small military first aid bag and opening the glove compartment revealed a smaller Red Cross first aid kit along with a copy of the NATO Emergency War Surgery manual and Army Special Forces Medical Handbook. As the ebony woman brought these items to Alexander he gave a knowing smile.
“He who fails to prepare prepares to fail.” He remarked as he set down a large duffle bag likely filled with more goods and items his paranoid mind figured was “enough” for one car. He looked down at the large pile before them.
“This’ll probably take a trip or two..."
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Postby Dyste » Tue Apr 17, 2018 6:10 am

The Silver Dragoon finished her meal while the Brass Sage explained a bit more about the Dark Mothers. What she told them filled her heart with a righteous fury, "It is quite understandable to give equal rights to demons. As a matter of fact, it would be wrong to oppress them just for being different; I have dragon's blood, does that make me part monster? No, your birth does not make you evil, it is your deeds that stain your soul with darkness! That makes Cynthia and her sisters' evil deed all the more heinous! They are giving a bad name to their brethren! At the same time, if she is indeed a demigoddess, simply shooting her would likely do nothing to her. Clearly we must think outside the box for this one... but perhaps we should indeed start with this intel your ally has gotten us. It is a start, at least."

The armored warrior stood up, posing on her chair, "A tour, you say? Well, I can view the mansion in my own unique way! Besides, I must deal with a few matters of my own before I meet up with you again... I must bid you all adieu for now, my allies! Like a soaring dragon, I depart for the skies!" She jumped upwards, and made her way to the nearest exit in the shadows.

As this was happening (and the sounds of her armor could still be heard clanging around), another mansion servant arrived to clear up the plates. She was a young half-elf woman with green eyes behind glasses, with medium-length brown hair. She wore a black vest and pants with a white shirt, with a bow tie around her neck. "Oh, h-hello," she spoke with a rather quiet, nervous tone, "I'm Ellie, one of the new staff members here. I hope you enjoyed the food, we work hard to make sure you get the best care. We shall begin the tour shortly, so please finish up any preparations you have before then." She gave a bow, still feeling a bit uneasy after all the yelling she had heard from this room.
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Postby A m e n r i a » Wed Apr 18, 2018 12:39 am

Junghwa sighed. "If that swashbuckler thinks shooting a demon won't work, clearly she has never heard of silver bullets. The Black Widow has killed a fair number of demons with such bullets. Alright then, shall we?"

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Postby Malgrave » Mon Apr 23, 2018 2:23 pm

Erika pouted in response to Alexander's rather rude comments on her hacking abilities and the assumption made about her approach to future missions, the small neko was rather proud of the years that she had spent studying electronics with the Pioneers, the Free Democratic Youth, and the ever-present Ancestral Study Organisation, and of course her national educational system and she wasn't going to allow some foreigner to imply that she had some sort of Imerian attitude towards technology.

"Comrade," Erika said pausing momentarily to eat and allow herself to calm down, "You are quite mistaken if you believe that I simply seek to passively hack into a system, and do nothing when they attempt to track down my location or counter my work. I have quite a bit of experience hacking into quite advanced security systems, and well of course for future missions we'd also have the benefit of planning," she said slightly purring in content as she continued to eat her meal, it looked like the chefs hired by the mansion certainly knew how to cook food suitable for Malgraveans, "I also have the benefit of speed, and well being a Malgravean I also have the guidance of the ancestors."

Erika continued to lightly purr as she ate her food and listened to the rest of the conversation play out, the neko certainly agreed that killing the Former President without a trial was certainly unacceptable and she nodded in agreement with George, plus his defence of her comments was rather sweet.

"Comrade George is correct," Erika said, "You can't go around acting like a judge, firing squad and burial unit! It's a surefire way to end up on the run from the legitimate authorities, and well I can't exactly continue my work in the research colony if I am a wanted neko. You also must also have a rather dim view of the judicial system and law enforcement agencies if you think that they can be convinced to commit a treasonous act," she said, of course in Malgrave the level of intense scrutiny by the intelligence service and government and non-government transparency agencies made it virtually impossible to bribe a law enforcement official or a member of the judiciary.

As the conversation moved forward Erika once again returned to her food, the Malgravean wasn't that familiar with dealing with demons and assorted non-human threats, and so she let Alexander and Silver Dragoon discuss the particular details of that operation, of course, that changed as the Silver Dragoon had to leave the room to conduct some rather noisy chores in another part of the mansion, and she found herself introduced to an incredibly cute and shy maid.

"Hello, Ellie," Rosario said smiling as she got up and bowed in greeting towards the half-elf, "I am Erika Montagna or Celeritas," she said before giving the maid a rather uncharacteristic hug, "...sorry but you are just so cute and adorable it's rather hard not to give out free hugs." the neko added blushing as she removed herself, although she made an internal note to check if any of the maids were related.
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Postby New Dornalia » Thu May 03, 2018 5:02 am

Things had...gotten a bit interesting since La Caballera had last spoken. The former ERIS operative was usually pretty good about keeping up with situations of all sorts. After all, The Farm taught people how to be aware of their surroundings, how to remember things, so on and so forth--the usual spy skills. That being said, it was obvious that there was a lot of ideas which had been tossed about and transpired. Especially the revelation that former President LuvGood had shielded what Brass Sage as describing as being a cabal of literally demonic gangsters, even as she was someone who did a lot of public good. The revelations made La Caballera more than a bit bothered--but not entirely surprised. After all, life had a lot of little grey areas, and there was something to be said about the duality of the sapient mind. Demons, humans, Hylians, catgirls....people had both good and bad sides. It's just that in this case, the badness had gone beyond the pale.

Of course, any further comment was soon distracted by Alexander and Junghwa's plan to effectively assassinate LuvGood. La Caballera was more than a bit divided on it, actually. Part of her wanted to side with Alex and Junghwa. LuvGood had evidently betrayed the public trust, using it to shield a potentially dangerous cabal whose mechanization threatened the security of SIlverdale--hell, maybe even the whole of Mystria and beyond. Her training had taught her that the smallest things could snowball into situations beyond anyone's control, and it was fairly obvious that this LuvGood needed to be neutralized. Repeatedly. With 7.62mm NATO shots. Hell, she'd even take Junghwa up on those silver bullets. She'd sprinkle them with holy water first though.

However, her initial rage and thinking processes aside, La Caballera's training also reminded her about why she had suggested the long route in the first place. Hearts and minds wasn't just a slogan after all. George and Erika had excellent points--kill LuvGood now, and the people would want to kill the Defenders. Big time. Also, LuvGood had evidently won a lot of public favor through her protections for civil rights and other popular measures. So, that would definitely militate against just going after LuvGood then and there with guns blazing. Besides, Brass Sage had shot down the proposals at any rate to kill LuvGood then and there, and she was the boss.

So, with that, La Caballera acknowledged everyone's points after her meal with a calm cough and a surprisingly reasoned (even if it looked like she was doing her damnedest to keep focused on the rational course of action, not the course of action Frank Castle would have approved of), "Well, given what I just heard and what Brass Sage brought up...and the fact there's a no-kill order in place for now...I think what we need to do is to find a way to expose the fact LuvGood is protecting what is clearly a secretive cabal of magical criminals whose actions are going to likely get a lot of people killed, harmed, or demonically possessed in a bad way. So, how do we catch LuvGood in the act? I mean, we do have a computer expert here, if LuvGood's got a digital trail or anything we can access on the internet--" the last part was said, looking at Erika and subtly joining in Erika and George's rebukes of Alexander.

Before she could say anything further about her take on the situation, La Caballera turned and saw Ellie coming in, just as The Silver Dragoon had stepped out and Erika decided to engage in what the Dornies would call a "glomp"--the term used for sudden displays of hugging. La Caballera thanked Ellie, and said, "Sorry about the shouting, Ellie. Sometimes...debate can get a little heated." She also couldn't help but find the whole scene adorable, as well.
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Rohane Alista
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Postby Rohane Alista » Thu May 03, 2018 7:04 am

George ate his meal quickly and silently. He'd had enough arguing with the dangerous psychopaths on the room, though he was glad to discover at least the Malgravean seemed to have a cooler head. In fact, she interested him quite a lot. If he remembered correctly she'd mentioned being a scientist right as he entered the room. Perhaps she'd like to talk about their careers?

Otherwise, however, George felt he needed to do something important, sobering he'd been putting off that couldn't be delayed any longer.

“Well it seems we're done for the day, so I'll leave you all to your own plans,” he stated to no one in particular before stepping out of the room behind Ellie. He quickly flashed himself to his room, dropping off his computer gear and changing into a loose fitting t-shirt and lightweight shorts. When finished he proceeded to wander the halls, looking for a gym, or a training room, or at least a treadmill.

After a short search he found a training room perfect for his needs. Basic workout gear, from treadmills to punching bags to weights were available, allowing anyone to train however they needed, at least at a basic level. George quickly approached a treadmill set it to a medium-low speed, and got jogging.

His master plan included more than just jogging to build stamina, though. As he got into a comfortable peace he introduced the real endurance training- hitting the punching bag via his teleport while maintaining an even peace. It was, to say the least, very difficult. Teleporting already required a good bit of concentration, which was all the easier to lose when tired from travel and exercise and focusing on keeping his feet underneath him, but George persisted.

As time passed he grew more and more confident. After half an hour he was hitting the bag as hard as he could, which was not very hard at all, and not losing a step. Until he tripped over his own feet, went sprawling, and forgot to move his hands back to catch himself. The impact was luckily not that hard, but it ejected him right off the treadmill. “Right, well. That's enough of that, I guess,” the man said to himself, turning off the treadmill and preparing to leave the gym.

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Postby Legokiller » Sun May 13, 2018 8:17 pm

Defender’s Mansion

In her civilian identity, business meetings like this would have all the attendants stay there from start to finish. Only an urge emergency would bring someone out of it. But as Brass Sage, she couldn't help it but watch how unprofessional people simply leave and go out when the conference wasn’t even finish. Brass Sage wondered for a moment on how in the world does the superheroes in the cartoon shows do this work professionally. However, there is still work to be done.

“Silver Dragoon is correct. Not only does Cynthia could sense our murderous intention, an assassination would bring a lot more trouble from the nation than it’s worth. Without evidence of her wrongdoing and put her on trial to answer to her crimes, and possible other horrors, our lives will be dangerous and pursued by other heroes. The White Heart Duo, two famous magical girls of the nation, would be one superhero team that may investigate and purse us.” Brass Sage said. She wasn’t willing for that to happen as she was aware of the sweet but “working girl” attitude.

Given a few people planned to leave and Tobias wanted to show Brass Sage something important, there was one magic trick she had on her sleeves. After all, the Last Roman had trouble comprehending the magical world of Silverdale. “As we’re facing magical threats, I shall guide and give pointers on how to handle them. I do specialize the art of summoning, but I also have a few tricks.” She snapped her hand to call forth an eldritch silver bracer with a red ruby on it, which teleported right in her hand. When the Brass Sage pressed the red button, another Brass Sage appeared out of thin air!

Brass Sage Two nodded at Tobias. “I’ll accompanied you until our finish here is done.” As the clone, who shared the same awareness as the original, went out of the room, the maids returned! All with the requested orders as they passed the beverages and food out to each member. Brass Sage took a sip of Silverdalean brew peppermint tea before she continued onwards.

“As for our lead suspect who knows the inside of the Dark Mother’s plan and my informant reported that she would be meeting a high ranking ally in Silver City. Our suspect, Voidstar or simply known as Darkness.” She coughed as the name sounded a little cheesy. “Yes, she called her super villain identity Darkness. Now she is a Lich whom caused previous incidents across the country. This includes a defilement of a national heritage site named Pinefell Castle to be her crypt and caused a local zombie outbreak. A Lich a tad tricky to completely destroy if the phylactery isn’t destroyed as well, but it should be a nice bargaining tool. Thankfully our informant also reported that such item is at the locale of the Nightclub at the wharf. I believe the Dark Mothers and their ally might have taken the phylactery to achieve an exchange for a magical item, which I’m not sure, but let’s be cautious. We expect there to be mortal henchmen to demons and undead afoot in this place. If we catch Darkness, we will have an idea of what the Dark Mothers are up to, and can gather any information of the exchange, history, and any planned location to get them red handed.”

When the suggestion of the classic Silver bullets is brought up to the Brass Sage, she nodded. “Yes indeed. This nation isn’t called Silverdale for nothing. My informant, Detective Spyglass, has a stock of such silver bullets and other items that can be used for firearms.” Brass Sage crossed her arms as she moved on to the subject of the base’s wares. “I myself conjure up magical weapons, but my summons is far more effective at that field.”

When Silver Dragoon left the scene, and in her place, came Ellie the newcomer maid, Brass Sage quickly noticed she was new around here and knew who she really was. “Aaah Miss Devorae, I believe we’re almost at the stage to begin the tour. I hope everything is prepared down in the base.” She winked at Ellie.



Outside

“As I said in the conference room, attempt to bring her to justice and put her on trial for the crimes she committed Tobias. Although I fear there may be more horrific deeds committed as my sources got into dangerous waters for classified dossiers.” Brass Sage frowned. “Although I do have my own conspiracy theories on them, which everyone needs to know. I prefer that to be explained with the team, so no one is left in the dark. However, I will mention each one of them specialized in different unholy powers. Cynthia uses an array of dark sorcery. The other sister is an anti-paladin who has brute strength and wields heavy weapons like greatswords to firearms. The other is in between the two.”

Brass Sage’s clone winked as she smiled as the task of holy symbols were easy to obtain. “The local churches do have silver icons of their faith, and weapon and magical stories do have silver bullets. However, there is anti-demon rounds that can be a bit expensive and my hopeful answer to this problem is Detective Spyglass’ wares. He should lend in a hand with such ammunitions. Free of charge of course.”

After she examine the entire contents of the car and the arsenal stored inside, Brass Sage got curious. “So, I assume you travel across country and the globe Tobias? I imagine this would last our first mission and have room to spare for the next.”
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Postby A m e n r i a » Tue May 15, 2018 9:16 am

Yoo Junghwa polished her rifle and made sure her silver bullets are right where she needed them. From her bag, she produced a crucifix and wore it. She tapped her own forehead, then shoulders and began to pray. After that, she was prepared. Her rifle is ready, and so are her mind and body. She remained quiet after her preparations, observing her would-be allies and waiting for the leader to give orders.

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Postby Dyste » Tue May 15, 2018 3:34 pm

Ellie was shocked but also impressed with Brass Sage's cloning technique. She knew it would be a boon for keeping a secret identity intact, she could have one go as her civilian identity while the other did crime fighting, though she didn't know the exact specifications for how it worked. Perhaps she could figure out how is worked someday, though this did also mean that she knew that if she saw someone that looked a lot like the Sage she couldn't discount it even if she was in the same room as the heroine. At least it wasn't as bad as that thing with clones Spider-Bold had to deal with...

Any more musings were put to a halt by the sudden huggles she got from Eirika, causing her to nearly drop the plates in shock by the sudden affection. Thankfully another maid managed to help her get the plates, giving her a chance to pet the neko's ears, "Um, th-thanks... it's nice to meet you too. I... heard your thing is super speed? That's a really cool power, would make my job much easier to be sure. Hard to be the best maid when you have a cute penguin and a robot to compete with, after all." She would make a note to be assigned to clean Eirika's room at the base to give them a chance to hang out more.

She turned around and saw Amelia apologizing to her about the noise, "Oh, um... it's alright. La Caballera, right? I expected it to get noisy in here, and while I have these big ears making me sensitive to these sorta things, you get used to it. Besides, you probably have sensitive kitty ears yourself, and you're closer to this than I was."

True enough, even with her talking to the nekos, she was still able to hear her boss calling her, causing her to rush up to the Brass Sage and give her a bow before answering, "My Lady, everything is going smoothly. We are ready to accept people in the base whenever they are ready. I will be at hand to assist in any means necessary." She adjusted her glasses, having been make askew by Eirika's glomp; she knew that the Sage knew who she was, but for the time being she didn't believe anyone else had figured it out, which was good. Not that she mistrusted them, but she only just met them, and she knew how the loss of a secret identity could affect heroes.
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Postby New United States of Columbia » Tue May 15, 2018 8:40 pm

Defender’s Mansion

Alex rolled his eyes, getting more and more fed up with their cheery idealism and naivety. Surely they had opened their eyes and removed the scales from them.
“Look, I trust your legal system as much as I trust mine and that is not much at all. I’d kill all the corrupt judges and cops before handing one drug dealer, murderer, hitman, or gang member over to them. If you want me on the team, know this: I kill evil people no matter their station or excuses. I don’t play nice with them.”
He looked down at the main door as some random elf chick in a maid outfit strode by.
“Time to get to work.”

Outside Defender’s Mansion
In response to some of her comments, Tobias snorted in derision.
“Bet she can’t sense a .357 magnum round coming at her from two miles away.”
As he said that he did a mental head count. The ammo would last him perhaps one mission. Two if they were quick and he didn’t need to shoot them too often. Kinda removed the fun but helped when he didn’t need to expend lots of rounds, shells, and explosives.
“One or two missions. Gonna need to find more rounds and materials. Or find some way to bring them in from overseas...”

Defender’s Mansion

Once his room was set up, having sufficient booby traps planned and making sure he locked it down as much as he could (locking the door, testing the alarm, and ‘blacking out’ the windows), he returned to the conference room only to notice the giant armored chick was missing.
“Where’d pyro girl go?” He asked aloud to no one in particular as he took his seat and waited for the briefing.

Sniper Rifle or a Light Machine Gun like the M60 for Sage there, gonna need a .50 Barret Sniper Rifle for Callabera, definetly explosives or a lot of armor piercing rounds for Dragoon, George has not proven to be a threat yet, make a small scale E.M.P. for Elektra before finishing her with either my Gladius or a decent 9mm...
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Postby Legokiller » Wed Jun 06, 2018 7:32 pm

Defender’s Mansion

Good grief, this man could be a bane in the Brass Sage’s rear if not left checked. She trusted the court system well enough, but she did needed solid proof and stories to make the best case. While Darkness is a villain and a dangerous lich, she can serve as a witness in the Dark Mother’s trial. That if her phylactery item is still in check. But there was another problem with the Dark Mothers that Brass Sage hasn’t decrypter the truth about…

“Understand.” Brass Sage looked back at the elf maiden. “ Ah yes, about the tour-”

The loud speaker of the Aegis interrupted the conference as an urge message was announced.

“Incoming Call from Spyglass.”

A small smart speaker box popped out from a secret compartment in the conference table as a hoarse voice spoke up. “Hate to interrupt Brass Sage, but I’m in a dire pickle as of late.”

“What’s the trouble Spyglass?”

“The cat’s out of the bag miss. Darkness found out about my latest snoopings, and now sent her greatest skeleton rock band with her demonic friends.” A blast of a unbearable bam jammed up the signal between the phone and the Aegis. “M-meet me at my office quick! I need help now!”

“Fear not my friend, I gathered our allies and we’ll be there asap!” Brass Sage looked a the other heroes. “I expected our enemy is the infamous Soulmusic band who uses their magical istruimists to disrupt and unleash terrible sonic attacks. Darkness is very fond of them. In fact, they used to be the Shining Force band until a tragic break up that was lead up by a mysterious killer that killed them. Ever since Darkness tomb raided and raised their bodies, they lost most of any resmineces of their former past lives and unleash dreadful performances with no regard for the living. The best we could do for them is put them at rest.”

“Now our tour will be quick, but we’re heading out to the underground hangar bay. Don’t worry, there is a small garage opening at the barn for your vehicles to go in and be carried inside of the plane. Now, please stay seated.” Brass Sage asked as Lila stood beside her master.

“Computer activate 25150, Password: By the light of the stars, guide us across the savanna.”

“Access granted.”

The hero team noticed the entire conference table and chairs around an oval shape started to sink down ungoundard. Like something out of an amusement park, the elevated floor continue until a mechanical lock closed the floor with an summons of the missing furniture return as if nothing happened. As it descended further down, a clearing of an entire luxurious yet militarized command center bunker was visible. It was completed with strange magical gizmos that is difficult to understand without the knowledge of the arcane arts. However, there was an obvious battle ready android that wielded a long bladed sword, and a classic large cobblestone rock golem that patrolled the local room.

“Welcome Back Master Brass Sage.” The Aegis spoked as highlights lead to a concrete reinforced steel hallway towards a massive old grand door. An engrave redwood wood that was fine crafted with flora silver patterns, and arcane enscripture of old Silverdale runes.

“This path way shall lead us my family’s dimensional doorway, created by an old mage a century ago.” Brass Sage explained.”This would take us anywhere in mainland Silverdale at a pitch, and meet with Spyglass’ location. Lila, please set coordinates to Silver City.”

“Understood.” Lila bowed as she began to input numbers to activate the door to open into the city itself.

---

Back outside, the Brass Sage clone began to fade as the duration of the magical spell withered away due to the distance of the original. The barn seemed to open up a secret ramp inside for a car to slip inside and close without anyone notice. “I see… Well, your supplies will come in handy about this time Last Roman. Please take drive your vehicle and take easy turns within the base. We’re departing now to face skeletal minions of our enemies.”

With that last sentence, the Brass Sage duplicate poofed into smoke as it vanishes into thin air. There was a job to do for our rather big grumpy anti-hero! At least it would do so after he set up a booby trap in his own aside room. Surely that won’t trigger anything bad while our heroes were away. Of course, one plucky penguin maid tried to tempt fate as she tried to help make sure Tobias’ room is clean and neat...
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With a quick nod of her head, Junghwa followed her leader closely. She was grateful the first enemies she had to face in this mission were undead. She would have no remorse in killing them. Not that she ever had such problems with living targets after what happened in the Third World War. She did, however, slightly regret not bringing her motorcycle with her to this universe. It certainly would help.

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Legokiller wrote:Defender’s Mansion

In her civilian identity, business meetings like this would have all the attendants stay there from start to finish. Only an urge emergency would bring someone out of it. But as Brass Sage, she couldn't help it but watch how unprofessional people simply leave and go out when the conference wasn’t even finish. Brass Sage wondered for a moment on how in the world does the superheroes in the cartoon shows do this work professionally. However, there is still work to be done.

“Silver Dragoon is correct. Not only does Cynthia could sense our murderous intention, an assassination would bring a lot more trouble from the nation than it’s worth. Without evidence of her wrongdoing and put her on trial to answer to her crimes, and possible other horrors, our lives will be dangerous and pursued by other heroes. The White Heart Duo, two famous magical girls of the nation, would be one superhero team that may investigate and purse us.” Brass Sage said. She wasn’t willing for that to happen as she was aware of the sweet but “working girl” attitude.

Given a few people planned to leave and Tobias wanted to show Brass Sage something important, there was one magic trick she had on her sleeves. After all, the Last Roman had trouble comprehending the magical world of Silverdale. “As we’re facing magical threats, I shall guide and give pointers on how to handle them. I do specialize the art of summoning, but I also have a few tricks.” She snapped her hand to call forth an eldritch silver bracer with a red ruby on it, which teleported right in her hand. When the Brass Sage pressed the red button, another Brass Sage appeared out of thin air!

Brass Sage Two nodded at Tobias. “I’ll accompanied you until our finish here is done.” As the clone, who shared the same awareness as the original, went out of the room, the maids returned! All with the requested orders as they passed the beverages and food out to each member. Brass Sage took a sip of Silverdalean brew peppermint tea before she continued onwards.

“As for our lead suspect who knows the inside of the Dark Mother’s plan and my informant reported that she would be meeting a high ranking ally in Silver City. Our suspect, Voidstar or simply known as Darkness.” She coughed as the name sounded a little cheesy. “Yes, she called her super villain identity Darkness. Now she is a Lich whom caused previous incidents across the country. This includes a defilement of a national heritage site named Pinefell Castle to be her crypt and caused a local zombie outbreak. A Lich a tad tricky to completely destroy if the phylactery isn’t destroyed as well, but it should be a nice bargaining tool. Thankfully our informant also reported that such item is at the locale of the Nightclub at the wharf. I believe the Dark Mothers and their ally might have taken the phylactery to achieve an exchange for a magical item, which I’m not sure, but let’s be cautious. We expect there to be mortal henchmen to demons and undead afoot in this place. If we catch Darkness, we will have an idea of what the Dark Mothers are up to, and can gather any information of the exchange, history, and any planned location to get them red handed.”

When the suggestion of the classic Silver bullets is brought up to the Brass Sage, she nodded. “Yes indeed. This nation isn’t called Silverdale for nothing. My informant, Detective Spyglass, has a stock of such silver bullets and other items that can be used for firearms.” Brass Sage crossed her arms as she moved on to the subject of the base’s wares. “I myself conjure up magical weapons, but my summons is far more effective at that field.”

When Silver Dragoon left the scene, and in her place, came Ellie the newcomer maid, Brass Sage quickly noticed she was new around here and knew who she really was. “Aaah Miss Devorae, I believe we’re almost at the stage to begin the tour. I hope everything is prepared down in the base.” She winked at Ellie.



Outside

“As I said in the conference room, attempt to bring her to justice and put her on trial for the crimes she committed Tobias. Although I fear there may be more horrific deeds committed as my sources got into dangerous waters for classified dossiers.” Brass Sage frowned. “Although I do have my own conspiracy theories on them, which everyone needs to know. I prefer that to be explained with the team, so no one is left in the dark. However, I will mention each one of them specialized in different unholy powers. Cynthia uses an array of dark sorcery. The other sister is an anti-paladin who has brute strength and wields heavy weapons like greatswords to firearms. The other is in between the two.”

Brass Sage’s clone winked as she smiled as the task of holy symbols were easy to obtain. “The local churches do have silver icons of their faith, and weapon and magical stories do have silver bullets. However, there is anti-demon rounds that can be a bit expensive and my hopeful answer to this problem is Detective Spyglass’ wares. He should lend in a hand with such ammunitions. Free of charge of course.”

After she examine the entire contents of the car and the arsenal stored inside, Brass Sage got curious. “So, I assume you travel across country and the globe Tobias? I imagine this would last our first mission and have room to spare for the next.”


Legokiller wrote:Defender’s Mansion

Good grief, this man could be a bane in the Brass Sage’s rear if not left checked. She trusted the court system well enough, but she did needed solid proof and stories to make the best case. While Darkness is a villain and a dangerous lich, she can serve as a witness in the Dark Mother’s trial. That if her phylactery item is still in check. But there was another problem with the Dark Mothers that Brass Sage hasn’t decrypter the truth about…

“Understand.” Brass Sage looked back at the elf maiden. “ Ah yes, about the tour-”

The loud speaker of the Aegis interrupted the conference as an urge message was announced.

“Incoming Call from Spyglass.”

A small smart speaker box popped out from a secret compartment in the conference table as a hoarse voice spoke up. “Hate to interrupt Brass Sage, but I’m in a dire pickle as of late.”

“What’s the trouble Spyglass?”

“The cat’s out of the bag miss. Darkness found out about my latest snoopings, and now sent her greatest skeleton rock band with her demonic friends.” A blast of a unbearable bam jammed up the signal between the phone and the Aegis. “M-meet me at my office quick! I need help now!”

“Fear not my friend, I gathered our allies and we’ll be there asap!” Brass Sage looked a the other heroes. “I expected our enemy is the infamous Soulmusic band who uses their magical istruimists to disrupt and unleash terrible sonic attacks. Darkness is very fond of them. In fact, they used to be the Shining Force band until a tragic break up that was lead up by a mysterious killer that killed them. Ever since Darkness tomb raided and raised their bodies, they lost most of any resmineces of their former past lives and unleash dreadful performances with no regard for the living. The best we could do for them is put them at rest.”

“Now our tour will be quick, but we’re heading out to the underground hangar bay. Don’t worry, there is a small garage opening at the barn for your vehicles to go in and be carried inside of the plane. Now, please stay seated.” Brass Sage asked as Lila stood beside her master.

“Computer activate 25150, Password: By the light of the stars, guide us across the savanna.”

“Access granted.”

The hero team noticed the entire conference table and chairs around an oval shape started to sink down ungoundard. Like something out of an amusement park, the elevated floor continue until a mechanical lock closed the floor with an summons of the missing furniture return as if nothing happened. As it descended further down, a clearing of an entire luxurious yet militarized command center bunker was visible. It was completed with strange magical gizmos that is difficult to understand without the knowledge of the arcane arts. However, there was an obvious battle ready android that wielded a long bladed sword, and a classic large cobblestone rock golem that patrolled the local room.

“Welcome Back Master Brass Sage.” The Aegis spoked as highlights lead to a concrete reinforced steel hallway towards a massive old grand door. An engrave redwood wood that was fine crafted with flora silver patterns, and arcane enscripture of old Silverdale runes.

“This path way shall lead us my family’s dimensional doorway, created by an old mage a century ago.” Brass Sage explained.”This would take us anywhere in mainland Silverdale at a pitch, and meet with Spyglass’ location. Lila, please set coordinates to Silver City.”

“Understood.” Lila bowed as she began to input numbers to activate the door to open into the city itself.

---

Back outside, the Brass Sage clone began to fade as the duration of the magical spell withered away due to the distance of the original. The barn seemed to open up a secret ramp inside for a car to slip inside and close without anyone notice. “I see… Well, your supplies will come in handy about this time Last Roman. Please take drive your vehicle and take easy turns within the base. We’re departing now to face skeletal minions of our enemies.”

With that last sentence, the Brass Sage duplicate poofed into smoke as it vanishes into thin air. There was a job to do for our rather big grumpy anti-hero! At least it would do so after he set up a booby trap in his own aside room. Surely that won’t trigger anything bad while our heroes were away. Of course, one plucky penguin maid tried to tempt fate as she tried to help make sure Tobias’ room is clean and neat...


La Caballera was finally glad to be getting some action. She was keeping busy taking in the events and making assessments of her fellow International Defenders--so far the Last Roman, having gone outside with a clone of Brass Sage, was proving to be quite loud and belligerent generally, and the others were pretty good. The new maid Ellie certainly seemed to be a surprise, but La Caballera did wonder where she came from.

At any rate, La Caballera rummaged around her bag of tricks, and acquired some gear for the mission ahead. She had a feeling that silver bullets would be required, given the nature of the enemy they were facing. La Caballera’s expertise was in battling human monsters that exploited the weak--not undead rock bands that launched sonic attacks on behalf of a lich. She’d need help with the magical aspect of things, down the line.

La Caballera made a note to speak to Detective Spyglass--assuming he’d live through the attack he was undergoing at the moment. She also cursed herself privately for not bringing a vehicle, given the garage. However, this was really more out of a momentary envy soon corrected by common sense. After all, she did not miss having a vehicle--she was after all raised in Luxembourgia and fought crime there, and so didn’t really require one in the dense urban confines of the Habs.

Wargear readied, La Caballera hoped she would be able to make some sort of difference. The key would be snatching the phylactery, so as to induce compliance and bring Darkness to trial, not to kill her. How to do that was her main thought, as she wondered if a phylactery needed any special handling protocols.
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Ellie was about to start the tour when the speaker came on, causing the poor half-elf maid to jump once more in shock. "S-sorry, I'm still getting used to that..." she listened as they talked about an undead rock band. "O-oh my... that sounds horrifying. But I have faith that you all can stop it! I wish I could help you, but... I'm not a warrior of anything..." she slunk back in fear, hoping not to get in the way.

As the team went down into the base, they had some time to looked around before another figure landed next to them; it was the Silver Dragoon, appearing from who-knows-where, but evidently finding her way into the underground base. "My apologies for my earlier departure, but there were some matters I had to attend to. But when I heard about these maestros of mayhem, I knew it was my job in order to cancel their tour! The Silver Dragoon is ready! For! BATTLE!" has she was she posed with her spear dramatically.

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Postby New United States of Columbia » Wed Jun 13, 2018 7:58 am

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Just as he was thinking of what potential weakness’ his ‘friends/teammates’ had (Having already determined a rocket launcher damaging or destroying her armor would leave Silver Dragoon defenseless) he heard an alarm go off. By instinct his hand rapidly reached for his pistol as his eyes immediately eyed the windows. Soon he heard the Brass Sage speaking with someone named Spyglass. He listened. An undead rockband? What were these “villains” smoking?
“Why did I agree to this looney toons bullshit?” He cursed to himself as he returned his hand to his pocket.
He kept listening (despite very much not wanting to) and learned they could be a real threat due to their sonic “weaponry”. He’d admit at least that made them a threat, a dangerous one too, though he doubted Brass Sage or the others would understand. He heard the radio and read the websites about sonic weapon attacks in various third world nations. Devilish stuff, a silent weapon that can not only screw with one’s hearing but damage the brain and organs of the body. He looked down at his pistol.
“Fuck capture. Kill on sight.” He said to himself.

He remained seated as the conference room table was taken underground. He smirked as he saw the magical objects and artifacts but he mostly was grinning at the waste of a battle android. It had been 500+ years since the development of blackpowder firearms with perfections of ammunition, smokeless powder, rate of fire, and portability. He kept the Gladius as a handy way of fighting in close combat. Unless this android had some tricks up it’s metal arms he denounced it’d last five seconds. Especially against sonic weapons.
“Well, Miss Sage,” Tobias began as he finished listening to her mention the garage and teleportation room “have you considered our plan of attack? I’m no expert of magic or darkness but I’d suggest sticking to higher ground. Might help us catch the bastards unaware and, if this undead thing is true, allow us to shoot ‘em in the head and kill ‘em instantly.”
As he said this he eyed her up and down, coldly analyzing her. He didn’t trust her. Not one bit. There was more to this than she was letting on. Only those committed to evil and ruination practiced magic, from his experience in New York and New Orleans. He had better find a way to get better weapons in this strange foreign land and quick. His rifle and Uzi would be no match against a sorceress like her...

A SMAW or M82 Barrett would do just fine though.
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Postby A m e n r i a » Sat Jun 16, 2018 5:20 am

"You're on the right track there." Junghwa said. "Sonic attacks have a wide area of effect and it's best to use ranged weapons against them. I have the Black Widow. I suggest you use a sniper rifle or something else with a long range. Oh, and don't get in my way."

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