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"I can." The Warlock replies as she watches the Sumo then regards the Thin Man. How far should she go to protect the Veil? There has to be a point otherwise the cost may out weight the gain. Probably...maybe?
"Compromising all of the security might be harder. There are probably cameras around."
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Dexterity"Cameras? Ha! They already have our faces! What's the harm in letting them have our faces once more?" Coco asked blithely. "We are all quite good looking, in some ways at least. Don't tell me you're just being shy. If the kidnappers took your friend here, they obviously have some connections to the authorities. We'll already going to have to embrace a little more austerity in our lives because of them. A little more care will have to be taken, lest our footprints become noticed in the snow, but I don't see that as a reason to fret now. Now is our chance to strike them a blow! Don't you desire to free your friend and behold the faces of those who have wronged him, as well as you? As well as us? Here! I have a coat for you. Wear it with the collar up, and that might help obscure you. I shall wear a hat! As for the rest of us, I'm not sure. I do have a fencing mask, but that would look most odd."
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"Let's manage our expectations here. How are you going to strike 'Them' a blow, when you do not know who 'they' are, where 'they' are, how many of 'them' there are, nor what tools they possess to defend themselves." Mal said, shaking her head and sighing. "If any of us get out of this without being arrested, captured ourselves, or killed outright it will be a miracle. Successfully pulling off a rescue will be a bonus."
And you, she said, turning to the two mysterious mysteries. "The only reason there is any sense of urgency on this mad escapade, is because your friend got his stupid self kidnapped. If you have got some magic trick," she wiggled her fingers derisively, "Up your sleeves that will make this less of a disaster waiting to happen, however 'hard' it is, I suggest you step up and Make An Effort!"
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"There is a difference between a group of people who know who we are and possibly the government." Ariadne replies through a yawn followed by a sigh. "I have to agree with her as much I would like to argue." A nod towards the grumpy one.
It's a shame the others can't be trusted in the long run. Otherwise this would not feel so dirty. Ariadne mimes pulling a pair of sun glasses out of her pocket, deliberately unfolding them infront of her and then putting them on. Ignoring the others she turns her attention to the thin man walking to his car.
Supernal Vision rote, Scrut for Aura on this man 4 suxx to Nature, Identity
While Coco preaches the maxim of Seize the Day (really Seize the Very Early Morning Hours), Aaren considers her own plan of attack. Still, it doesn't stop a quirk of a smirk from finding Aaren's lips at the thought of footprints in snow, knowing full well that she doesn't have to leave any if she so chose.
The lone man in their group's suggestion to his friend, almost makes Aaren laugh. It's a close-call, closer still due to how late (or early) it just happens to be. “Don't trouble yourself attempting to sweet-talk things,” Aaren's says looking coyly over her shoulder at Ariadne and Miach.
A breath of glamour weaves its way into the Fairest's voice, and the hushed and spellbinding sound blossoms with a timbre that entrances. The Pied Piper of Hamlin has nothing on the sheer divinity present in Aaren's voice when next she speaks, “If it need be, I'll speak to them.”
A glance to Coco, “If we are going to do this now, then we should get going. At the very least” turning her attention to Mal, “we can pepper our soon-to-be-friend with questions to get the information we need.”
Activating Blessing Heavenly Articulation, -1G
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As usual, their makeshift team couldn't reach a common conclusion. Miach shook his head as his rising hope got stamped upon by the cold realism of the grumpy Mal. It is only when the sophisticated Aaren spoke, her voice somehow different, more regal, that his spirit lifted up again.
"That's... impressive." he said, looking her as if for the first time. Those people were really... something. If Leo's life hadn't been in danger, he would have run away from them.
Since things were obviously about to get interesting though, the Acanthus had no choice but to prepare. Chanting quickly in a slow voice, he called upon some familiar images to superimpose over this Fallen World, and wished for the best.
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This is your frowny face 3 day nothing's happened bump. :/
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Ariadne steps out of the shadows, moving closer on an intercept path as the thin man approaches his car.
Slowly, his resonance resolves... and is wholly mundane.
His head slowly turns, fixing on Ariadne.
Busted.
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Dexterity"Then after the fire hair! Ho!" Coco exclaimed, slipping out of the car and pulling her gym bag out with her. She quickly pulled a large out, slipped it on, rolled up the sleeves, and then produced a cap from its left, outside pocket. It was carefully applied, so as not to torture her antennae, and then she snatched up her can and set out at a trot towards the guard.
"Excuse me! Sir!" she called, nearing the man. "Can you spare a moment?"
It took some time for Mal to pick her jaw up off the floor. A sense of loyalty to Ava (and generally being a miserable malcontent) had made her rather resistant to Aaren's otherwise undeniable vocal charms.
But... whatever she just did... was... unfair.
She shook her head, trying to clear the fuzziness that had wormed it's way to her brain through her ears. Trying to shake loose that lingering, niggling wish, that she had the answers, just to be peppered with questions by that voice...
When the only other person in the car started muttering to himself in Gibberish-ese, Mal decided it was high time for some Fresh Air.
She took a step outside and turned another ferocious yawn into a full-body stretch, before zipping up her old-school, leather bomber jacket tight and tucking her hands up into her armpits. She paced a little ways away from the car, and the crazy-person inside, her attention flipping between the furball of women, falling over each other to be the first to flirt with the poor unsuspecting security guy who had just gone off-shift, and his colleague at the gate-house who would surely find this odd.
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