[Gamelon]

Barghast, on 22 September 2009 - 05:35 PM, said:

O, wow, just took a second look and I think he may have been an English spy. The initials for all the others were D.S. the English initials were D.T. So, if one of these things is not like the other I'm gonna operate under the assumption that he was an Englishman.

that makes me think your an englishman.

[Galain]

Im operating under the assumption that he was scum. Now here is a weird thought. What if the scum, as they go up in levels, infiltrate diferent camps, how this would benefit them, I am not sure, but its a thought anyway.

[Path-Shaper]

I'm delighted you all like the CF.

As we have to write a small story per action, get back to players who they are and what the results are, and update SH, it may take a short while.

I suggest we all enjoy dinner in the meantime.

[Gamelon]

Barghast, on 22 September 2009 - 05:37 PM, said:

why exactly?

psychology. predisposed to seeing a pattern when one probably doesnt exist to relate to the deceased. you think he is english, because you are english.

[Gamelon]

well this is going to be a long ass night.

[Galain]

Well, I am going to go get some work done. Back later.

[Path-Shaper]

It is Night 1. 24 hours remaining

Players still alive: Anomandaris, Barghast, D'riss, Emurlahn, Galain, Gamelon, Hood's Path, Kaschan, Liosan, Meanas, Mockra, Omtose, Ruse, Silchas Ruin, Spite, Tulas Shorn

~~

A young woman crosses the street, her red hair shining in the twilight. On a rooftop, a man dark blue coveralls aims a Dragunov sniper rifle, serial number filed away. Patiently, he aims for her forehead, when all of a sudden, his heart catches in his throat at her stunning beauty, making him hesitate. She turns around a corner, and he lowers the gun. Next time, she will not be so lucky, he vows.

~~

She stretched her legs, carefully running a ladyshave over them. A long bath, then off to bed early was her plan for the night - new opportunities would come during the day. The door was cleverly guarded with a blinding light - anyone opening the door would turn it on and be staggered by its sudden flare, giving her time to employ her small handgun. Moreover, in the bed was nothing but a heap of clothes - she had made her bed on the tiles of the bathroom.

~~

He waited patiently, back against the wall, his dark skin and black clothing protecting him well enough to his own judgment from the light. The woman he had been following was slight and would be easily strangled. He waited for her to emerge from the chinese takeaway she entered five minutes ago, and when he saw a glimpse of long blond hair, he rushed her, all 2 meters and ninety kilos stretched out. She spun faster than he thought she would, planting a knee against his nose, then turning and running like a well-trained athlete. Prone on the ground, nose bleeding, he could only watch her. The smell of noodles next to his face did nothing for his mood.

[Ruse]

Well, we got a lynch, but that CF doesn't provide much help...

That scene thing was fairly interesting. Looks like we've got some kind of BP for the first one...second one I'm not sure what's going on. Third one is a failed vig/kill...BP again, I guess? Although it didn't have the same kind of "never again" part to it that the first one had...

[Liosan]

Yeah looks like
1. BP/vig fail
2. looks like someone expected some heat so activated a defense of some sort?
3. BP/failed NK?

To me the first one is spy vs. spy because they mention the sniper rifle (The name sounds russian to me) implying maybe a russian agent. So maybe the 3rd one is a NK by a non-alliegenced killer?

[Path-Shaper]

"I'm sure you and I can come to an agreement," the man with the grey hair said, leaning back in his rocking chair. The radio on the window sill softly played a classic by the Buena Vista Social Club.
"I could use a holiday with undeterminable length," the man with the weathered face and the half-closed eyes replied, toying with the dogtag around his neck.
"Of course, but there is something you should do for us first."
"No rewards without efforts," the other agreed.
"Betray your country for our cause."
"I figured, but wanted to be sure. Go fuck yourself. Next time I see you, you're dead."

~~~

Out of the jungle, about six miles from Citte Anaranjado, the capitol city of Isla Verdia, a man came, radio slung over his back, minigun in hand, Irish ancestry visible through the lovely red sunburn the day in the bush had caused him. Protocol demanded proper entrenchment, and he found it in a nearby deserted shack.
"Delta's position is secure for now, ready for action," he reported.

[Ruse]

Your analysis sounds about right...not sure that the fact the guy was using a sniper rifle necessarily implies that it's spy versus spy though - don't know what the syndicate are going to be like but I'd assume they'd have to have spy-like traits in order to infiltrate the other teams...



EDIT: Crosspost with another scene

This post has been edited by Ruse: 22 September 2009 - 06:46 PM

[Ruse]

That first one sounds disturbingly like a failed recruitment. Either that, or a successful find on a Syndicate member.

The second one describes a member of the British team, but apart from that I have no clue...

[Path-Shaper]

A dark bar in Citte Anaranjado. At the bar, a narrow-eyed man with violence written in every single wrinkle of his weathered face. A woman enters, business outfit immaculate, probably designer stuff. She sits next to him at the bar. They drink in silence, she slowly, he with abandon. Finally, she looks at him, raises an eyebrow.
"Take your business elsewhere, woman. I'm not interested in anything you may say, turned an offer for a fucking long vacation down already, and as cute as you are, there's nothing you can do that will make you more appealing than a life of quiet to me."
She exits the bar, hours lost.

~~

He enters the garage. There she is: ripe, sleek and fast. A beauty, a wonder on this god-forsaken island. The varnish isn't all that, though. Few understand his passion for speed, or his choice for a car as his weapon of choice, but he is comforted by te sense of safety a beastly engine, bulletproof windows and some on board gadgets grant. Soon, he will drive, but not tonight.

[Liosan]

Path-Shaper, on 22 September 2009 - 06:39 PM, said:

"I'm sure you and I can come to an agreement," the man with the grey hair said, leaning back in his rocking chair. The radio on the window sill softly played a classic by the Buena Vista Social Club.
"I could use a holiday with undeterminable length," the man with the weathered face and the half-closed eyes replied, toying with the dogtag around his neck.
"Of course, but there is something you should do for us first."
"No rewards without efforts," the other agreed.
"Betray your country for our cause."
"I figured, but wanted to be sure. Go fuck yourself. Next time I see you, you're dead."

~~~

Out of the jungle, about six miles from Citte Anaranjado, the capitol city of Isla Verdia, a man came, radio slung over his back, minigun in hand, Irish ancestry visible through the lovely red sunburn the day in the bush had caused him. Protocol demanded proper entrenchment, and he found it in a nearby deserted shack.
"Delta's position is secure for now, ready for action," he reported.

So it looks like failed recruitment of an American ( do other nationalities wear dog tags?)


second one... not quite sure. Doesn't Delta refer to American Strike teams? as in Delta force? idk... but it looks like a "passing of time" action. Like after 3 day/night cycles you blow a bomb killing 3 ppl. All i could come up with on that one.

[Ruse]

Sounds like someone is getting a lot of attention tonight! Not sure if that was another recruitment attempt, or perhaps a seduction type thing like the one during the day time. It sounds like a failed attempt, in any case.

The second one to me sounds like someone submitted a no action - maybe he has an optional one-night only BP or something equally arcane? Would kind of make sense given the context...

[Liosan]

Path-Shaper, on 22 September 2009 - 06:53 PM, said:

A dark bar in Citte Anaranjado. At the bar, a narrow-eyed man with violence written in every single wrinkle of his weathered face. A woman enters, business outfit immaculate, probably designer stuff. She sits next to him at the bar. They drink in silence, she slowly, he with abandon. Finally, she looks at him, raises an eyebrow.
"Take your business elsewhere, woman. I'm not interested in anything you may say, turned an offer for a fucking long vacation down already, and as cute as you are, there's nothing you can do that will make you more appealing than a life of quiet to me."
She exits the bar, hours lost.

~~

He enters the garage. There she is: ripe, sleek and fast. A beauty, a wonder on this god-forsaken island. The varnish isn't all that, though. Few understand his passion for speed, or his choice for a car as his weapon of choice, but he is comforted by te sense of safety a beastly engine, bulletproof windows and some on board gadgets grant. Soon, he will drive, but not tonight.

lol cross posts!!

Another failed recruit looks like.. can't really discerne nationalities.

second scene: maybe a brit decides not to use a vig/bp? I say brit because of the car.. like Bond with his Austin Martins.