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Post by vainamoina on Jul 31, 2015 1:56:30 GMT -5
Hurry up.
This thought was repeated hundreds of times in Vainamoina's mind. The large, robed man with a ridiculous hat was busy pacing back and forth at his usual slow pace, clearly impatient. His contact needed to hurry up. Eyes hidden by the brim of the large hat surveyed the room as he continued his pacing, taking in every detail it had to offer. A clinic could be too dangerous. If a fight broke out, patients could be hurt. No, this was a safehouse. Not much of one, but it was. Just a rather small basement room, hidden beneath a cheap bar that peddled watered-down beer to the unfortunate who were looking to drown their sorrows. The slums truly were a pitiful place. Still, perhaps this escapade could bring some justice to these downtrodden people. While one clawed hand used a strange metal staff as a walking stick, the other idly turned over a strange mechanical sphere over and over. Truth be told, it was an unmanned sentry robot, not dissimilar to Vaina's own surveillance spiders, which happened to be scattered throughout the room.
A dusty couch and an even dustier table were the only piece of furniture in the shabby safehouse. Just a place to rest and plan. The walls were bare, and the muttering of patrons could be heard above. There were two exits. One was a trapdoor that opened up behind the bar. The second was a wall panel that slid away to reveal a path into the sewers beneath the slums. The latter would obviously be superior if an escape needed to be made. After all, this could be a setup. His contact needed to hurry up.
The now-deactivated sentry robot had been commandeered by Vainamoina just the day before. There was a chance it had witnessed a vital piece of evidence. Evidence that could lead to justice. As of now, it couldn't be accessed. A contact of Vaina's knew a man who could get in. Someone called 'Omen'. Obviously some kind of alias. What good were real names, anyhow? Once one wore a mask long enough, they took it on as their real face. Vaina knew that all too well. His pacing continued, bare talons scratching on the wooden floor with every step.
Please hurry up. The Miracle Worker needed to bestow the miracle of revenge.
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Post by CrowlinGallanus on Jul 31, 2015 14:12:52 GMT -5
Well wasn't this an interesting addition to the day? Crowlin had been doing a little personal research on his home computer when he received an encoded email to his secondary account, having been scanned, encrypted, and forwarded from a dual-port email hub hosted on a small independent server with an IP address that was randomized every 8 hours. The original email would of course be immediately wiped from the server account after a copy was sent to the hacker. Crowlin liked to make sure that his activities and his ass were covered against anyone who might have been snooping around looking for Omen.
Upon reading the email, an eyebrow perked up in interest, wondering what the object in question was that he would be working on. That would come to light when he arrived at the meeting spot, apparently some kind of safehouse over in the slums. Sounded like he was going to have to break out the ID-Proxy tonight. Fortunately the meetup was fairly soon. Crowlin could be as patient as he needed to be, but he preferred not to wait if at all possible. He zipped up his hoodie, packed up his tech, and headed out of his apartment towards the slums.
As he walked through the lower class areas of the city and into the slums, he pulled up his hood as well as half of a black balaclava to cover his mouth and nose. Crowlin also decided to switch to moving across the middle of the rooftops, keeping him out of sight except when he jumped to the next buildings. It wasn't too long until he arrived at the location, dropping down to the cement crouched with his tail sweeping back and forth slowly. He looked around the immediate area, golden eyes staring down the streets and alleys for any signs of suspicious activity as he approached the door. Keeping faced slightly out and focused on the surroundings with the door in his peripheral, Crowlin opened it and stepped into the bar. Upon entering he looked around for who it was that might have been searching for him. The black, white, and gold were certainly the colors he was known for, hopefully their contact mentioned that to the other guy. He walked up to the bartender, tapping the counter.
"Omen."
The bartender casually pointed to a door that led down to the basement, and Crowlin soon made his way over and down to the lower level while keeping his eyes peeled.
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Post by vainamoina on Aug 1, 2015 2:00:51 GMT -5
The door opened. A man stepped in. He would be met briefly with bared talons. Thankfully the arm was quickly pulled back. Never could be too safe. This looked like the guy. He had an escape plan if he was not, but he had to trust in his allies, even if it was only a little bit. They all wanted the same thing, after all. An appraising burgundy eye peeked out from under the brim of the oversized, floppy hat, taking in all the details about the stranger. He seemed to have an affinity for the color gold. Something to keep in mind. Without a word, Vainamoina shuffled over to the couch, motioning for Omen to sit. However, before sitting himself, he set the sphere on the table and began to undo dozens of buckles and knots on his outfit, his deft hands allowing him to shed his robe and hat in what seemed like moments.
What stood before Omen now was a... reptilian humanoid. Scaled, hairless skin. A noseless face. Serpentine eyes. A long, thick tail. Digitigrade legs. His hands and feet had talons where normal digits should be. And strangely enough... black and grey feathers adorned his forearms, tail, and head. He was wearing simple, shabby clothing underneath the robes. Nothing fancy, but there were also visibly no weapons hidden underneath. The staff was set against the couch. When he spoke, his voice was...raspy, almost making him sound older than he was.
"A show of trust. I now have no weapons on me. Sit. We have matters of justice to discuss. I'm told you are the man for the job."
Quick and to the point was how he liked it. No use for fluff in a conversation about something so important. Small talk could be saved for when the work was done. Anything else would be disrespectful to the dead. Yes, this was the matter of someone dying. Someone killed by the system. Bringing the killer to justice was the right thing to do. He motioned to the sphere on the table.
"I trust you recognize this?"
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Post by CrowlinGallanus on Aug 2, 2015 6:43:02 GMT -5
Crowlin never had much difficulty escaping from a given situation, observing his surroundings as he made his way to a destination he always made sure to leave a few mental breadcrumbs to a few different routes he could take back. Being met with talons was a little unsettling however, and Crowlin stood still as soon as he saw them, staring at the other man as his back foot turned and braced. Once they were withdrawn though, he moved again, making his way over to the couch and sitting down as golden and burgundy eyes inspected the person before them.
Crowlin hadn't even taken off the cover of his hoodie as he waited for the other man to finish removing apparently unnecessary clothes, the one who called him now wearing only simple garb and no apparent weapons ready to be drawn. Crow knew very well that weapons weren't always made of metal however, and considering how extensively this person was modified genetically...and the talons of course, there was plenty of room to assume that Voldemort's feathered cousin could defend himself just fine as he was now.
Crowlin on the other hand was armed, and he had no intention of divulging that in any way. The less people knew about him both in the long and short term, the better. The person who called him spoke of justice, which was dangerous in an of itself. Idealism made things messy and it tended to throw logic and planning out the window if things started heading south, but Crowlin doubted that something like that would happen here. Not without a little forewarning anyway, but it was nice to start seeing that he was being referred by other people for this kind of work. More potential for danger came with the popularity, but he enjoyed knowing that his skills were recognized and appreciated. The hacker's golden eyes soon followed the gesture to the obvious reason he was here, the sentry drone, and Crowlin gave an unseen smirk under his balaclava.
"It's why I haven't shown my face, at least not until I know for certain that it can't see me or transmit that. What do you need?"
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Post by vainamoina on Aug 2, 2015 8:58:32 GMT -5
It looked like his associate wasn't as trusting. No matter. One couldn't fault any Vigilante for being suspicious. There were always those who sought to betray them at any moment. Still, he had no intention of causing conflict at the moment, so he just let the matter rest. Honestly, he was trying very hard to come across as personable. His modifications made this... difficult. He understood. With a throaty chuckle, he rapped his knuckles against the offline done, eliciting no response.
"It is disabled. I was told you could retrieve the data from it. Video and audio are what I need, specifically. Anything from the last twenty-four hours. I am researching the matter of a young police officer's death. An officer who was turning a blind eye to this area's vigilante activities. A good person who helped us."
With a barely audible sigh, he walked back over to the couch, plopping in it unceremoniously and leaning against the arm. He was doing his best to express the fact that he was no threat to this suspicious masked man. He just wanted information. He wouldn't even mind if Omen didn't want to be his ally. Once the data was retrieved, he would receive payment and could go on his way. It was rude to involve others in your personal crusades.
"...I intend to kill the murderer, you see. Knowing who it is makes this task possible. I will pay what you wish."
...Right. He had forgotten a thing normal people did. He hadn't actually introduced himself. Given how he spent most of his time sneaking around or working in backroom clinics, perhaps this could be forgiven. He wasn't exactly a social butterfly. His appearance didn't help much, given that he had never received positive feedback on it. He attempted a strange, fanged smile, clearly unused to the action. It would be obvious he was just trying to be polite. He held out a fanged hand to Omen, waiting.
"Call me Vainamoina."
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Post by CrowlinGallanus on Aug 6, 2015 18:20:03 GMT -5
Crowlin indeed wasn't the trusting type when it came to his hacking activities. One could never be too careful when it came to the darker side of Novus and you never knew who a person might really be or who might be listening. The more careful with your face and identity you were, the more likely you'd keep yourself out of prison or off the Styx ferry. It wasn't anything personal against Vainamoina. For the first meeting, Crowlin would give the same treatment towards anyone.
"I can pull the data from it, yeah. You've got a flash drive to put it on?"
Crowlin wasn't too concerned with the reasons behind why the guy wanted the tape, that was his business. Crow was more concerned with his own personal success, in this case accessing and pulling the data from the drone. He reached into the pack strapped to his thigh and pulled out a small netbook laptop and a cable, pulling the sentry towards him and turning its camera eye away before plugging the cable into it. He then opened the laptop, logged into it, and started up a few programs before plugging the other end of the cable into the computer.
After a few moments of typing, ensuring the sentry didn't have any active digital defenses that he couldn't disable or penetrate, he'd accessed the drone's memory and programming. The first thing that he made sure of was that the drone's audio/visual and location recording software were shut down. Once that was done, Crowlin finally pulled down the black fabric that covered his nose and mouth and the hood that covered the rest of his head. A moment later, he was back to typing, searching for the information that Vainamoina was looking for.
"Good luck with your revenge then. And I imagine the person who referred me told you my handle, the bartender seemed to recognize it at least."
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