Scions of the Divinity [IC] [Game]

[Chanlin]

Hotel Room 1212 - Meeting of the Minds (minus two)

Riley looks around, "So... anything we should be doing other than business as usual at this point?"

[Mytical]

Hotel Room 1212 - Meeting of the Minds

After Kiki has everything ready.."Well I am off to see what I can see." She gives a bow to everybody in the room, and with that is off. On her way she checks on the apps that had downloaded, making sure everything is ok (that they work).

Lupo just shrugs. "I will go get one more practice in, and then hit the sack. Have a big match tomorrow." and he is off to do just what he says.

[Chanlin]

Hotel Room 1212 - Meeting of the Minds

Riley schools her expression with the long practiced expertise of an expert poker player. "I wasn't implying we should be at each others' throats. I just was curious at how well all our parents get along." She smiles but some might notice it doesn't reach her eyes.

Liam cuts in, "Big man has a point." His voice is soft but serious. "Oi t'ought MacBride were a dangerous man before Oi knew what he was. Whatever differences our parents have it doesn't mean we have ta do t'e same."

[Jay 2K Winger]

Hotel Room 1212 - Meeting of the Minds

Brighton takes the lead on Riley's question. "Officially, there's a state of détente between us all while we deal with the Titans. Basically, while the war is on, we're not supposed to snipe at each other."

"Unofficially," Anna interjects, "there's plans within plans as each pantheon works to try to undermine the others."

"And within each pantheon as well," Art adds. "I mean, within the Aesir, everyone hates Loki and doesn't trust him a bit, given the role he's destined to play in Ragnarok. In the Egyptians, no one really trusts Set. Athena and Ares always try to push that their own points of view on warfare are superior to the other's."

"We're all one big family," Selene cuts in without looking around. "With all that that entails. Point to consider: Cain and Abel were brothers, too."

"Not that we've found any actual evidence that they were real," Anna points out.

Solomon, meanwhile, nods with approval at Kiki's selections. He shows her how to attune the pistols to herself, so that she could hide and summon them at will. "Way I see it," the Aussie says, "we can either spend all our time trying to backstab each other, or we put family politics aside and stop the Titans and MacBride."

[Mytical]

The gangs all here

Lupo smiles his feral smile "I get along with everybody. Especially those who will face me in the ring." He loves a challenge, he'd fight his own grandmother if she challenged him.

Kiki says "I guess I am half oriental...thought full but guess not." she then goes quiet..unlike Lupo she is not much of a talker.

[Chanlin]

The gang's all here - Room 1212

Liam nods to the room in general and takes a seat in an open chair.

Riley frowns slightly the gears obviously turning and asks, "So are we all one big happy family?" She launches right into qualifying her question without taking a breath, "I mean Liam there is a walking Irish stereotype, then there's a few Greeks, Egyptians." She pauses and looks at everyone briefly. "And I'm Norse." She sighs. "What I'm getting at is how is that all of our folks get along being from such different backgrounds? Or do they? And if they don't what does that mean for us?"

[Mytical]

Lupo nods to all, he is not much of a talker. He listens intently though, trying not to chuckle. Thinking to himself They want that guy to beat me to death? Well..man are they betting on the wrong dog in this fight. Lupo can not help but have a feral grin, his ring name was not 'The Wolf' for nothing.

Kiki gives a respectful bow to each person before turning back to the weapon rack. She wasn't much of a fighter, and what little she did know was martial weapons. She picked out some throwing stars, long hair pins that she could wear in her hair as decoration, and just to be on the safe side two golden etched small caliber pistols that could be hidden in ether. Something about them just called to her.

[Jay 2K Winger]

GM INTERRUPTUS-- Now we finally have all of our PCs in the same room, time for some catch-up work.

Hotel Room 1212 - The Gang's All Here

The door to 1212 is opened by Brighton, who lets the two of them in. Introductions are made-- "Liam, Riley, I'm Paul Brighton, son of Apollo, a go-between for folks on our side. Going around the room, the big guy is Solomon Becker, son of Sobek, our requisitions man and wetworks operative. That's Anna Green and Art Mooney, children of Artemis, two of our monster hunters. The person in front of all the computer stuff is Selene Hoffman, daughter of Thoth, our IT specialist and intel collation person. That's Lupo Virtus, son of Mars, and ..." he frowns. "Somewhere around here is Kiki, daughter of Iris, and I think she's supposed to be a new spy for us."

"Don't mind him," Anna interrupts. "Kiki tends to blend into the background if you don't pay overt attention to her. She's right there." She indicates the entrance to what should be the closet, but is currently opening onto a cavernous warehouse of weaponry.

Brighton nods, then points to the two new arrivals. "Everyone, this is Liam O'Keefe, son of Danu, and Riley Thorsen, daughter of... well, you can guess, with a name like that."

That's when everyone is brought up to speed on current events--

The Divinity's Fate-watchers, scions of Fate-spinners and the like, all agree that some significant event is coming up, and one of the key incidents in it will occur in or around Branson soon. It's been determined that one of the Titans' key players in the events around Branson is probably Morgan MacBride, who is bad news even before one considers his divine heritage, being the son of The Morrígan. MacBride is a known terrorist, former IRA turned rogue anarchist, who has survived multiple attempts on his life, often without any injury whatsoever. Solomon confirms this when he says that a little over ten years ago, he blew up a plane over the Mediterranean Sea with MacBride on it, detonating a bomb that MacBride was intending to use to trigger a nuclear conflict between India and Pakistan. The explosion disintegrated the plane and everything on board-- and yet MacBride survived.

It's still not known what MacBride or the Titanspawn want in the Branson area, but they've confirmed involvement from the Jotnar , Fomorians, and Cyclopi. Pyke Brands' CEO, Gunnar Forson, is a well-disguised jotun, and their VP of Security, Nick Argakos, is a likewise well-disguised cyclops.

"So," Brighton sighed, "that's the situation. The Titans are planning something, but we still can't figure out what it is. MacBride is somewhere in the area, and that's never a good thing. We need to find out what they're planning. Kiki was going to track something down in Silver Dollar City, see if it was MacBride or one of his contacts."

[Chanlin]

Riley and Liam - Alone...in an elevator

Riley has just enough time to give Mattieu a shocked look as he winks at her. "Well... that was interesting." She says.

Liam glances over at the shorter woman but says nothing as he checks his phone. When the elevator goes up to the mystical 12th floor and opens allowing them both off he finally speaks. "Oi guess you and Oi are t'e same." He turns and holds out a hand, "Liam O'Keefe."

Riley shakes his hand, "Riley Thorsen. Cool tattoo by the way."

Liam grins, "Yeah, best of all me mammy approves of it."

The two head to 1212 and Liam knocks on the door.

[Jay 2K Winger]

Hotel Room 1212 - Lupo & Kiki - Selene, Anna & Art, Brighton - Intel Stuff

Selene nods. "Tomaso is just a thug. Low-level. Not a serious threat. Nothing to be gained by tailing him. Need confirmation if heavy-hitter in play. Could be MacBride. Maybe someone else. Any case-- Silver Dollar City site of interest." She pauses, inhales sharply, then concludes, "Check it out, please."

The three other scions all blink. Selene said 'please.'

Brighton, meanwhile, turns to Lupo. "Right now, even if the other side has twigged to your new status as a scion, we can't risk an open confrontation just yet. With Selene monitoring the networks, me, Mooney, and Green running interference, and with Solomon around, we can keep the heat off you for the time being. The best chance for the Titans to make a move to both remove you from play and try to demoralize our side would be during your match."

Selene nods, though she still doesn't break her attention from her screens. "Brighton has a point. Cleaver scans as normal to all my research. But has ties to Pyke Brands. Possible Titan-tainting could take place before match, give Cleaver an edge. He beats you to death in the ring, sends message to our side-- we know your soldiers, we can kill them at will, even in public."

Anna speaks up. "Kiki's focus item gives her a stiletto for defense, but she really should have something else to defend herself with."

"Sounds like my cue." All eyes except for Selene's would turn to the man who quite casually lets himself in with a spare key. Lupo isn't a small man, but this guy towers over him. Big, broad shouldered and sporting a military buzz cut and the bristles of a man who carries a perpetual stubble, he wears a classic slouch hat, a crocodile-skin vest and boots, a set of dog tags, and he openly carries a few weapons, the first being a huge revolver in a shoulder holster, and the second being a machete strapped to his hip. He flashes a grin and speaks with an Australian accent. "G'day."

"Wondering when you'd show up, Solomon," Selene says mildly. "Lupo, Kiki, this is Solomon Becker, son of Sobek, our requisitions man. If you need equipment, weaponry, or transport, he's the one you talk to."

"Also do a bit of wetworks," Solomon replies. He looks to Kiki. "Need a weapon?" He shuts the door to the closet, produces a strange key from a pocket, inserts it into the knob, twists it, and then reopens the door-- revealing what looks like an endless warehouse, filled with weaponry and equipment. "Take your pick. You'll want a concealable one-- the ones on the racks marked with gold stripes are divine-blessed and can be stored in the ether."

Hotel Lobby - Riley & Liam & Mattieu - Confused Clerk, Mark Cleaver, Thugs, Etc. - Little Bit of Chaos

Mattieu nods. "See you 'round, chere! Look forward to takin' your chips in the tourney!" He grins lazily as he, too, rises, ambling out into the crowds.

Riley's odds-making power is still suggesting to her that a confrontation is about to happen between Liam and the thugs, though her stepping up to the desk as Liam checks in delays it, even screws up those odds. The clerk blinks a bit puzzledly at Riley, then grins a bit with relief. "It's not a problem," the clerk assures her. "At least you apologized about it. Most of the people who yell at me don't bother with apologies..."

As Riley and Liam separately head toward the same elevator, they might see Glaring Thug starting toward them with a purpose. No one in the lobby seems to notice, and Riley can practically see the odds rapidly approaching absolute certainty that violence is about to happen to Liam--

--which is when Mattieu suddenly breezes in, seemingly out of nowhere, colliding with the thug with enough force to knock something out of Glaring Thug's jacket. It hits the floor and both Thug and Cajun's eyes go down to it, along with many other pairs of eyes. Riley and Liam might see Thug's eyes narrow in puzzlement, but that's about the moment when Mattieu suddenly shouts, "He got a gun!"

A few screams erupt as hotel security suddenly rush over to restrain the thug, while the other thugs leap up and rush over, arguing with them. Riley and Liam, before the doors of the elevator shut, would see Mattieu glance their way, grin, and flash a wink.

The elevator, meanwhile, suddenly gets overriden, and shunts them up to the 12th floor, just as both of their cell phones would separately make an "alert" sound, indicating they'd received a text message. In Liam's case, it came from Mac Dubh's number, while in Riley's, it was from Himy. In both cases, the text was the same: Confab in progress. Rm 1212.

[Chanlin]

Riley and Liam - In the Lobby

Riley nods to Mattieu. "You're right, life can be much more exciting. Especially if we make it so." With those words she stands up, stretches, walks up to the front desk with a smile. She can practically see the front desk clerk withering until she cheerfully says, "You know, I'm soooo sorry. I have no idea what came over me. I had no right to yell at you like that." She is directly behind Liam at this point.

In the meanwhile, Liam, who has finished checking in takes his room key and starts heading to the elevator. After the clerk responds Riley turns and heads toward the elevator as well making it just in time for Liam to hold the door for her.

[Mytical]

Lupo and Kiki

Kiki nods. "I can go check it out, unless you would prefer me to stalk this...Tomasso?" she pronounces it wrong, but is close enough so people know who she is talking about. "Until I can alert somebody as to when it would be clear for somebody else to take over?"

Lupo shrugs "I have a match soon, but I don't need as much rest as most. Just let me know what you need me to do, if anything."

[Jay 2K Winger]

Lobby - Riley, Mattieu, Liam - Trouble A-Brewin'

Riley's glance toward Liam, coupled with her odds-power, would tell her that trouble's coming his way. Not immediately, but the way he's getting glared at by those thugs sitting by Mark Cleaver, and the way one of them is fiddling with a cell phone, tells her enough. Phone-Thug is passing the word along to someone else, and later Liam would find himself getting jumped by someone.

Liam's glance shows that Glare-Thug is still glaring at him, as if the Irishman owed him money. Which, of course, he doesn't, but it's not stopping the thug from glaring anyway. Then again, he and the other slab of meat sitting next to him and the other two sitting with Cleaver all look like bodyguard types, and the sort who think that glaring at anyone who seems potentially threatening is the best way to keep something from happening.

Mattieu chuckles. "Oh, chere," he says to Riley, "life's always fulla excitement! You jus' gotta know when to look for it, no?"

Hotel Room 1212 - Lupo, Kiki, Anna, Art, Selene - Prepwork

Selene nods absently at Kiki. "Front-line for intel collation among our side," she says. "Not only intel officer. But coordinate a lot. Data comes to me. I analyze it. Quantify it. Pass it along to necessary action teams. Arrange transportation. Habitation." She pauses, inhales sharply through her nose, and concludes, "The prepwork." Without breaking her gaze from the array of screens and keyboards in front of her, she taps one of the tablet screens and her fingers flick and press on an icon. Kiki's own phone would buzz, and a message would indicate that she has two new apps to download.

"Two apps I developed," she replies. "Biometric analyzer. Can lock your phone to your personal use. Fingerprints and eye scanning. Better to vet intel with. Second app sends data and intel you find directly to me."

Meanwhile, Anna turns to Lupo. "Not much good for hunting work, then," she remarks. "Brute force and blunt straightforwardness isn't much good when you need to get the drop on your prey."

"Fortunately," Art says, "we need warriors as much as we need hunters. You survive long enough, your Father might raise you to demigod status. That's when you'll be on the real battlefields."

"That's supposing we manage to find MacBride," Anna sighs. She turns to Selene. "Any luck on that front?"

Selene tilts her head slightly. "Possibly. Spotted text strings being sent to disposable cell phone. No name associated with recipient. Purchased in New York City, Brooklyn, near MacBride's last known location." Her hands move even faster, and accordingly, so does the data and information flashing across her screens. "Tracing location of receiving phone."

"Where's the sender?" asks Paul Brighton, who had just let himself in with a spare key. He gives everyone present a brief nod, and Art introduces him to Kiki: "This is Paul Brighton, son of Apollo. He's one of us."

Selene narrows her eyes. "Checking." A window pops up. "Got both. Sender in lobby." She smirks thinly. "Smartphone. Should be data to mine in there." A few moments later, a picture comes up, and both Lupo and Kiki might recognize one of the members of Cleaver's posse. "Tomaso Brontakos. Associate of Dwayne Clevins and Mark Cleaver. Nephew of Nick Argakos, Vice President of Security for Pyke Brands." As she mentions that name, Selene goes still, and then her head turns. "Nick Argakos is a third-generation cyclops, and a significant player for the Titans in the world. Safe bet that Tomaso is a cyclops, too."

Art glances at the others. "We need to try to grab Tomaso. Might give us some intel on Pyke Brands."

Then Selene speaks up. "Cracked Tomaso's texts. Snapped a picture of this man." And a picture of Liam O'Keefe would appear on the screen. "Texts describe him as 'Celtspawn. Son of Queen Tuatha.'" She nods. "O'Keefe is one of us, just Awakened."

Anna hissed in a breath with concern. "If Tomaso is texting MacBride, it's all but guaranteed he just put Liam on a hit list."

"Hm." Selene tilts her head again. "Recipient phone is at Silver Dollar City." She sets to work. "See if I can parse out what he'd be doing there. Someone should get over there, look for a Titanspawn or whomever might be receiving those texts."

[Mytical]

Lupo, Kiki, and the yellow brick road

Lupo only understood half of what was going on, and didn't really care. "Don't matter if Cleaver is or is not with these .. Titanspawn. Put somebody or something in front of me, or point the way, and then get out of the way. I am a weapon, not the thinker. My job is to break things." He grins.

Kiki just rolls her eyes. "So if you are the intelligence officer, guess I report to you. Let me know what you need me to do. Just remember..I am not a fighter. I prefer to avoid danger when at all possible."

[Chanlin]

Riley and Liam - Lobby

Riley grins at Mattieu, "Wish my life could have some excitement like that. Most excitement I've ever had was getting banned from the MGM Grand." Her eyes sweep the room, something tugging at her peripheral senses draws her gaze over to Liam. She just barely manages to keep her jaw from dropping open, and not from his looks. When she lays eyes on him her odds calculation goes into overdrive showing her literally thousands of possibilities, some not even related to the immediate situation.

Meanwhile, Liam spares a wayward glance at the two glowering men. "Wonder what's gone and gotten t'eir Alan's all in a twist t'en." He says to no one.