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capencowl20202020-01-14 07:28 pm
biochemastery) wrote in capencowl20202020-01-14 07:28 pm
It's Raining Men
WHO: Tyl Regor, his glorious clone soldiers, and YOU!
WHERE: A city! Outside of a city! Who knows!
WHEN: Any time during the event!
WHAT: Tyl attacks a government lab, and conducts diplomacy. Kinda.
WARNINGS: Violence: definitely! Saucy language: maybe!
1. The Street's the Place to Go
It's an average night, in your average coastal city. Nothing out of the ordinary going on. Certainly no stealth submarines hitching a ride into the harbor, robot arms clinging to the underside of a ship pulling into port. Nothing like that! Not at all!
Alright. There is a sub. And what's inside it is going to take the night from average to spectacular. At least for Tyl, and his dearest little creations. They've been down in the depths too long--no lights out the windows, nothing like what he's used to. None of the extravagant bioluminescence of the Uranian oceans. His poor little Manics are growing up under-stimulated. He's getting bored. That just won't do!
So! Tonight's family activity: Teleport from the sub to the docks, cloaked and quiet. Everybody invisible, except for a faint glow from the lenses of their mask: one pair of yellow, and many, many little pairs of red. They move fast, crawling up to rooftops, skittering along ledges and fanning out as they approach tonight's target: A lovely waterfront high-rise, holding two restaurants, a full service private gym, an expensive bit of corporate-approved statuary in the foyer, and the secret facilities of a government-funded mind control lab!
With everyone cloaked, quiet, and teleport-capable, it seems like they're set to pull off the perfect heist.
But that's not Tyl.
"Humans! Oh, you hideous, fragile things," he appears suddenly on a basement-level boardroom table, interrupting a late night meeting. He leans down, snatching a man out of his chair at the head of the room. "You should've clocked out early."
And then the laughter starts, along with the screams. Tyl cheerfully snaps the executive's neck, dropping him to the table and kneeling down next the body. He's not done with this one yet! Too many valuable eyeballs and hands still attached to it.
"Grineer!" he calls into his radio. "Have fun, little darlings."
The entire highrise erupts into chaos.
2. Find the Perfect Guy
You know what's really annoying? High-security government bases and resistance hideyholes have a tendency to throw down power nullifiers wherever they can manage it. With "metas" working for both sides, nobody trusts anybody! Nobody trusts him to be able to teleport into somewhere peacefully for a meeting.
Okay, so there was that one incident with the lab, and the other six times before that, but those were different! He's only brought himself and two Manics this time!
The poor little things are seriously disturbed by how small and human he's looking at the moment, but they're handling it so well. What good little sharp-edged babies.
"So! I'm here. To talk. These are Veytok and Kugortha. They're here to listen. Wave hello, children." The Manics seem to have only the vaguest of ideas what sort of 'waving' was called for, but they give it their best shot.
"So! I know what I can do for you. What can you do for me?"
[[ooc: Prompt #2 is explicitly open to resistance members and government people! If you want a further wildcard or custom prompt, lemme know!]]
WHERE: A city! Outside of a city! Who knows!
WHEN: Any time during the event!
WHAT: Tyl attacks a government lab, and conducts diplomacy. Kinda.
WARNINGS: Violence: definitely! Saucy language: maybe!
1. The Street's the Place to Go
It's an average night, in your average coastal city. Nothing out of the ordinary going on. Certainly no stealth submarines hitching a ride into the harbor, robot arms clinging to the underside of a ship pulling into port. Nothing like that! Not at all!
Alright. There is a sub. And what's inside it is going to take the night from average to spectacular. At least for Tyl, and his dearest little creations. They've been down in the depths too long--no lights out the windows, nothing like what he's used to. None of the extravagant bioluminescence of the Uranian oceans. His poor little Manics are growing up under-stimulated. He's getting bored. That just won't do!
So! Tonight's family activity: Teleport from the sub to the docks, cloaked and quiet. Everybody invisible, except for a faint glow from the lenses of their mask: one pair of yellow, and many, many little pairs of red. They move fast, crawling up to rooftops, skittering along ledges and fanning out as they approach tonight's target: A lovely waterfront high-rise, holding two restaurants, a full service private gym, an expensive bit of corporate-approved statuary in the foyer, and the secret facilities of a government-funded mind control lab!
With everyone cloaked, quiet, and teleport-capable, it seems like they're set to pull off the perfect heist.
But that's not Tyl.
"Humans! Oh, you hideous, fragile things," he appears suddenly on a basement-level boardroom table, interrupting a late night meeting. He leans down, snatching a man out of his chair at the head of the room. "You should've clocked out early."
And then the laughter starts, along with the screams. Tyl cheerfully snaps the executive's neck, dropping him to the table and kneeling down next the body. He's not done with this one yet! Too many valuable eyeballs and hands still attached to it.
"Grineer!" he calls into his radio. "Have fun, little darlings."
The entire highrise erupts into chaos.
2. Find the Perfect Guy
You know what's really annoying? High-security government bases and resistance hideyholes have a tendency to throw down power nullifiers wherever they can manage it. With "metas" working for both sides, nobody trusts anybody! Nobody trusts him to be able to teleport into somewhere peacefully for a meeting.
Okay, so there was that one incident with the lab, and the other six times before that, but those were different! He's only brought himself and two Manics this time!
The poor little things are seriously disturbed by how small and human he's looking at the moment, but they're handling it so well. What good little sharp-edged babies.
"So! I'm here. To talk. These are Veytok and Kugortha. They're here to listen. Wave hello, children." The Manics seem to have only the vaguest of ideas what sort of 'waving' was called for, but they give it their best shot.
"So! I know what I can do for you. What can you do for me?"
[[ooc: Prompt #2 is explicitly open to resistance members and government people! If you want a further wildcard or custom prompt, lemme know!]]
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“To begin with, I might offer you something to drink,” he says, bound to observe the formalities even if he’s not sure whether Tyl does eat or drink. “Then, perhaps, information. I have come across certain knowledge that I believe will be of interest to you.”
He gestures at a row of chairs at a desk, in case they want to sit. Another formality he expects will not be observed.
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"Information you have that I want? That's hard to believe. You do still know we're on Earth, right? The aggressively boring Earth?"
no subject
“For instance, there are forces at work that want to eliminate your creations,” he says, nodding toward one of the Manics.
no subject
Or--people pretending to be friends so he'd give up something willingly. The chance he was gonna do that was about equal with a Queens' guard letting you borrow her halberd. Which was to say: fat chance.
"If you really wanna manipulate me into attacking your enemies for you, you're gonna have to give me something for it."
no subject
“You assume correctly,” he says with a portentous air. “Or did you imagine that everyone among the rebel imPorts approved of your activities? Some of them have terribly judgemental perspectives when it comes to morality.”
He spreads his hands on the shiny surface of the table in front of him, palms up.
“I am sure I could provide you with something to motivate you towards refocusing your attacks.”
Redirecting Tyl’s cloned (and exquisite, in Dooku’s eyes) troops away from the government and toward the rebellion would be an elegant stroke for the Count, and a fine means by which to advance his career.
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"I'm not on their side. I'm not on your side. I'm not gonna change that. So! You'd better have something good, or we're leaving."
"Nowuk duugs oss, gri ronkkarey," the second manic mumbled, finally stopping its pacing of the room to hunch just behind Tyl's chair.
"Yes indeed," Tyl reached back to give it a pat on the head. "We're all in agreement here."
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“Have a care, Regor,” he warns. “You cannot defy all the powers of the Earth. Your technological terrors are impressive, yes, but they are insignificant next to the abilities I command... and I am only a small part of a much larger machine.”
For now. For the moment. Until he can climb higher, much higher, high enough that he need never trouble himself with such tiresome wheedling and negotiating as this ever again.