The Heist of a Nameless Book [Quest] | Page 2

The bottle did the best it could and dispensed a thick vanilla milkshake with chocolate syrup, whipped cream and a cherry on top and it took a half-minute for it to do so too, making rattling noises while it processed the request.

Upon the questions from Kessler, Mr. Pompley gave a worried look toward Huey, which Huey just shrugged off.

"These are... well, they're fair questions, and it shows you clearly know your way around this trade. I admit, I'm a bit surprised by your questions, but nonetheless do have answers for you all. The time I had promised to my client here was within 24 hours, and anything outside of that period is completely useless to me: it means that I don't get paid, and neither do you. "

"The key is something I got from trusted sources, but it's not for the vault, but a lock on the book to confirm that it's the correct object we need: sorry if I was not clear about that. My information broker has told me that the vault itself is code-based, a kind of password you have to say to the vault rather than anything else, but I have much else. In terms of protection, there's only a few lightly-armed guards but you bet your ass it's going to be enchanted in some way: details are a littly foggy on that front too. All of this is hard information to get but..."

Huey grabbed a small leather notebook from his pocket and dropped it onto the table.

"I don't usually just give this out, but write in this book if you have any other questions. It's a two-way notebook that we can use to communicate as you go or if you need anything. It seems as if support is necessary here so I'll be happy to run it. Do you need anything else? Any other questions?"

 

Dempsy picks up the notebook and flips through it, then turns and offers it to the party, perhaps someone else would enjoy the dubious honor of carying on their person, and she didn't want to incite conflict before they'd even set out on their mission.

She reagrded huey calmly and spoke "I think we're good. I don't want to put words in anyones mouth, but I believe the gist of what you're saying is that we'll face little actual resistance, and being discovered is more the problem, along with an obviously magical defense mechanism guarding a puzzle locked safe?"

She finished her statement as if it were a question even though she was quite sure about everything she'd just said, adding the inflection in case their was anything she missed.

 

"So that things like a phone, hmm?" Ortix mumbled while peering at the notebook with amazement. Dempsey picked it up and handed it to the rest of the party. Ortix was not a fan of responsibility, so he took a step back, put his hands in his pockets, and looked away. Looking back now, Ortix thought over Dempsey and Huey's words very carefully. He gained a little more confidence when he heard her say "little resistance." Also the whole code thing sounded like an issue as well, but Ortix felt it was necessary to bring the party's level of confidence and enthusiasm up a notch.

"Who cares about some code... That's nothing some good ol' fashion torture can't get us right? Big guy knows what I'm talking about." Ortix gave Kessler a grin that would go unseen through his mask. "Also, we won't get found out if no one escapes before we leave." Ortix looked around to see how the others would react to his sudden burst of violent sayings.

 

Kessler flashed a cheap grin when the talk of torture came up. It was just another day at the office for him at that point, why shy away from torturing some poor sob? They knew what they were signing up for when they joined private security. "That's right-- Torture'll work, but we don't need to jump straight towards that." He spoke, but before anyone might suspect him of having a soul, he blurted out the following statement. "Torture is messy, the tools to keep it under control and do it right at the same time wouldn't be available-- so if we can avoid it it'd be best since the mess might leave clues. Also-- We won't get found out if everyone's dead." Kessler explained rather black heartedly, dead men told no tales after all, he knew that better then anyone.

Considering what else was needed though, Kessler rubbed the underside of his chin, looking at the notebook that was being passed around. He accepted it without a second thought sliding it into his vest pocket as he continued. "I want a show-- something loud and dangerous a block or two away, maybe set fire to a dirty house somewhere down the block, something to pull the guards to one side of the property, nothing unusual or bizarre though." He began, the best time to strike was when security was lax or distracted, once inside, taking them all out one by one would just be a lazy endeavor. "I want rope too-- a lot of rope, some pliers, good smokes and a pair of sharpened knives." Kessler spoke, rubbing his chin as he went through his list of tools he needed for this archaic robbery. While some might question the need for good smokes, despite his style, they certainly might be important at the right time.

He continued in a tone as if he were asking for more from the pair of clients, but his words instead were meant for the group around them. "We'll need to keep an eye out for guards, take them all out first then worry about the vault when we've got the time. I think that covers it." He murmured, as if hesitating, seemingly concerned about forgetting something, not that it'd be a big deal either way, he merely wanted to be as prepared as possible.

 

{Hereby dropping this thread, sorry for the inconvience c:}

 

Huey listened intently to the requests, smiling a bit at the details that Kessler gave. He had to admit, he saw himself a little in the hiree, and made sure that all of the details were memorized. Kessler's requests were fair but it seemed as if the rest of the group was ready to go at this moment: he wouldn't be taking long to get the requests done.

Huey pulled another notebook, this one purple, from his coat pocket and wrote the details in it. This went directly to his assistant, who could get a lot of what they wanted from their store room and get it to the alley within the hour at the latest. Huey put the notebook back and looked back to the client.

"You can go now, sir. We should be all set."

Mr. Pompley nodded and left the alley.

"My assistant will be here within the hour, at the latest. In regards to your distraction, just write into me thirty minutes ahead of when you'd like it and it will be done. I assume that this is the last of the requests, then? When it comes to the vault, if there are any clues as to it's answers let me know: I have information brokers, and texts in regard to it that I can just look up."

It was about twenty minutes later when a thirty year old man with a leather sack full of goods finally came in.

"Good job, Ambrose," said Huey as Ambrose nodded and left silently.

"This is filled with all of your requests. If you need anything else, write into the notebook and we should be all set. When you're done, write in and we'll meet up for compensation."

Huey bowed.

"Good day."

[ @Britta Hagen , you haven't posted this round and the last RP post was 72 hours ago. Be sure to post next round or you may be booted from the thread. ]

 

Dempsey shows herself out, heading toward the corner of Main and Blue. She was a little apprehensive at first, but it seemed her companions were at least competent. All she'd have to do is what she did best, which was beat people up and steal stuff. Of course, she waited for her companions because though she was confident in her ability, she didn't want to present herself as the lone wolf or the troublemaker. As long as everyone was here to make her life a little easier, she was team player number one.

She was annoyed with their instruction to leave the rest of the house untouched, however. It seemed strange that their employer would want the intended victim to know that they were here for one reason and one reason only; that would be information they could easily use to narrow down a possible list of subjects. The smart thing to do, she though, would be to instruct them to do as much damage as possible. Make it look like the robbery was sheer coincidence, and less like a targeted burglary. Plausible deniability could be a beautiful thing.

Also, the thought of breaking into a wealthy families house and not steal anything valuable seemed like a waste of a fine opportunity to say the least. She thought to demand the notebook they'd been gifted and voice her grievance, but she had her reputation to consider. People who made a point of arguing with their employers seldom made it above the bottom rungs of the ladder, and she sought to earn her way to the highest paying and most challenging work sooner than later.

She peered over her shoulder, making sure the rest of the group was following as she made her way to the corner they'd been instructed to seek out.

((Since it's been quite a while since we started, and nothing of major importance has happened, I was wondering if we could use our current skill-set. TBH I can't even remember where Dempsey was ability-wise when we started this quest any more >.> @MechaCake

@Ortix Farlin @Kessler Cole @Britta Hagen

 

Her remark about his dreads to Kessler soon came along with an explanation, one that hadn’t exactly been looking for but got anyway. That was alright, at least she got to learn something, and that was that slums were supposedly full of people with dreads or something. At least that was what she understood from what he said. He did say that he had a way to hide them -which was great because that was her whole point really, and he called her princess, which she did actually really like the sound of. She’d only been called that a few times before. Adding warrior in front of them to form warrior princess would be even better.

He even gave her a wink, and Britta returned that with something that resembled half smirk - half smile. The Felis, Ortix ended that little debate on masks by suggesting that they all do what wanted, which she was perfectly fine with. Masks or no masks, it was up to the individual after all. She then watched as their client, the boy began answering the barrage of questions that had been thrown his way earlier. New information came from his answers. The vault had a coded lock, and no physical key could open it. The key itself was for a lock on the book. The group also now had a two-way notebook, a really nifty looking object, that she was pretty certain was of magical origin, was not kept by Kessler. She was fine with it.

So long as he used it properly, she didn’t care who kept it. The talk of torture came up, and Britta was more than happy to remain silent while the rest of her party members discussed the subject. Torture was not something that was something that was within her wheelhouse, and she wouldn’t say that she knowledgeable about the subject. A short while later, Kessler once barked a whole series of requests at their client, and Britta watched with awe. Honestly, he was pretty amazing. The requests were no problem for the boy, and a third man called Ambrose soon came along with a big sack containing the items he had asked for. She presumed these were items that he-we would need in the mission to come. And with that, the group were on route, heading towards the target location.

@Kessler Cole @Ortix Farlin @Dempsey Fabijain @MechaCake

 

Kessler accepted the sack with a nod, a little smile and grin on his face, glad that nobody asked him for that enchanted bottle back-- that one would be valuable later for a variety of reasons. The fact that it could produce ice cream alone was one of them. With sack in hand though, he sifted through the tools to make sure nothing strange or unusual was included, suspicious of even their client, he nodded and accepted it as the group began to peel away from them. "It's a mansion, so they're going to have a gate-- wealthy folks always do. If we can't see through it though we'll have to find some way to peer in." Kessler explained on the way, they'd need a head count on the number of guards in the yards, the chances of the manor just being street adjacent was zero in his mind... if it was though that would certainly be fantastic and easy. "Someone quick on their feet can grab the edge and peek over, or we can knock on the door all friendly like-- either way we need a head count to start." Kessler proposed.

Naturally, he himself would not be the one making that leap or introducing himself to the guard. Everything about him screamed 'thug' or 'thief' so he didn't want to be the conspicuous person making first contact like a girl scout. Climbing a wall was equally impossible, he was a tank, even if his physique didn't attest to it, he was a heavy duty and sturdy individual, feats of agility wouldn't be for him either. "The quick ones should make the leap first with the rope-- light ones follow behind, then heavy ones after with everyone else holding on for weight." Kessler tried to lecture-- as if he'd done this a hundred times before he'd thought of methods to get up and over without anything to tie the rope off with. "Who wants to be first?" He asked pulling the rope out, intending to hand it to the first person who volunteered to make the leap.

Naturally, along the way, he'd begin pulling his vest off, using it to wrap his hair until it was kept flush to his head and back. It certainly wouldn't look 'good', but it made his hair seem like a poorly made helmet pot-- or something equally unsightly and unwieldy. Players might even laugh and call it a shower cap, but this wasn't a situation where looks were important, he needed something quick that would let him change his silhouette at a moment. "Once we're on the other side, well, it'd be nice if we could take out the patrols one at a time." Kessler mused. "If you see anyone with a fancy helmet-- cape or armor though, we need them alive. It's the flashy ones who will know how the vault works." Kessler concluded wondering what the mansion itself looked like.

 

((I'm going to have to drop this quest as well. I realized today that im one over my limit, and this is the oldest one in my rotation))