Apr 13, 2022 10:47:49 GMT -5
Post by Anastasia on Apr 13, 2022 10:47:49 GMT -5
OCEAN'S NUMERAL *Easy*
You've been contracted by an infamous burglar for your unique skills. They have planned a daring and elaborate heist. If you help them and their crew, you're promised a cut of the take. The plan is crazy, but brilliant, and they can't do it with out you. You could either help them and become fabulously rich... or you could turn them in for the huge reward on their head.
Rewards Rewards: ↓
Stat Reward: Zeni Reward:
+ 10% PL gains + 20% ƶ gains
Extra Info Extra Info: ↓
Chance for an additional +25% zeni gains (18 or above/D20)
Required: At least 800 words
"Are you in or out?" Figgy asked Anastasia with a crooked little grin on his weaselly face.
Anastasia had never liked Figgy. It was always dirty and shifty. She'd say that he was a little back stabber, but truth was he was too much of a coward for even that. He was more likely to arrange for some one else to back stab you. He may be a coward, but he was smart. If it weren't for the fact that she hated Harvey Wentz more, and that he deserved whatever punishment he had got coming for him, Ana wouldn't have even bothered to listen to his proposal now.
"We're only hitting Wentz, right? No one else, Figgy?" Anastasia said quietly, and met Figgy's eyes straight on, her gaze flinty and hard, "You're not lying to me are you?"
Figgy swallowed and tugged at his collar, "No, I swear, just Wentz. No one else."
Ana considered this for a moment, and then held her hand out to Figgy, "Deal."
Figgy's team consisted of Anastasia, a saiyan named Gorl, an android named Ciipro, a crotchety old Majin named Clubs (Ana had never seen an 'old' Majin before. They all always seemed so youthful...), another Saiyan named Purl, and a three eyed human named Enit, who claimed to be a descendant of the legendary warrior Tien. Figgy was only on the team for "logistics", he wasn't going to be in the field. Meaning he got to kick back and watch everyone else do the dirty work.
"Alright, Anastasia's the distraction. Wentz hates her guts and has a contract out on her," Figgy explained to the crew while he had a set of blueprints rolled out on a large table, "If she shows up on his turf he's going to send his goons after her to make an example. This'll leave his office less guarded. That's where Gorl comes in."
The Saiyan cracked his knuckles upon hearing his name. He was the very image of the saiyan cliche. Big, Dumb, and only good for fighting. That made him Figgy's favorite meat head. He wasn't smart enough to rebel.
"Purl, you're the back up and over watch. You'll be in contact with Gorl and Anastasia. If either of them get overwhelmed you're gonna help 'em out. We can't afford either of them to get taken out, because then Wentz's people will regroup and then this whole thing is scuttled," Figgy explained.
His eyes flicked from Purl to Gorl. Figgy seemed to mutter something under his breath. Anastasia figured it was some sort of whispered direction that of the two of them, Gorl was probably Purl's priority. If Anastasia got overwhelmed and taken out, they could always cut and run. If Gorl got overwhelmed the whole operation was screwed.
Anastasia would have blamed Figgy if she didn't know him better. As it was, she didn't expect anything less.
"Ciipro's the communication and the tech," Figgy said, "He'll keep everyone on the same page, and also hack into Wentz's system. He'll be disarming the alarms, rerouting the video feed, all that techy stuff. Clubs, you'll be going with Gorl, you're our skeleton key."
"Clubs?" Enit asked looking at the Majin. She must not be a regular member of Figgy's crew. Anastasia was glad she wasn't the only odd man out.
In response to Enit's question, Clubs lifted a hand and his hand shifted in shape to different pronged instruments that looked like lock picking tools. Then the antenna on his head flicked forward and blasted a little laser at the corner of the table burning a neat little picture of himself.
*Why do Majin's always seem to do that?* Anastasia thought to herself, remembering the Majin Didi whom she had met briefly...
"I got the skills to crack any safe, girlie," Clubs growled, "I'm really good at what I do... What do YOU do?"
Enit raised her hands, palms out, towards Clubs in a gesture of 'okay, fair enough.'
"Enit's the getaway car, so to speak," Figgy explained, "She has some teleportation skills. Nothing fancy, and she can only take one person at a time. But that's more reliable than everyone piling like clowns in a single hover car. Whats the point of all this if we can't bring the goods home, amirite?"
The crew murmured their assent.
As far as plans go it was a fairly simple one. Hardly the daring, master-plan that Figgy had claimed when he was throwing his initial pitch at Anastasia. But she didn't really mind. Sometimes it's best to keep things simple. The more complex a plan, the more likely it'll go wrong. She'd prefer a straight forward smash-and-grab than some sort of Rube Goldberg machine of a plan. It didn't matter how well planned they were, the odds were still likely for things to go wrong.
As much as Anastasia would enjoy sticking another foot up Wentz's ass, it wasn't worth compromising herself. Figgy definitely wasn't worth sticking her neck out for. Even if he did find her some really good pit fighting gigs. These people weren't her friends, and they certainly weren't her comrades. She wouldn't trust them as far as she could throw them. ...Then again Anastasia could probably throw them EXTREMELY far... She wouldn't trust them as far as she could lift them? No, she'll need to think of a better adjustment for that idiom.
"Alright, any questions everybody?" Figgy asked while looking around at the table. No one responded, so he nodded pleased. Figgy pulled out a box from under his desk. He opened it to reveal a set of communicators that latched around the ear, much like a scouter, "Everyone take a communicator then. We'll set out at 7 o' clock."
Everyone reached out and took one of the communicators except for Ciipro. He shook his head and then tapped his temple, "I've got my own built in communicator, and I'll be in the system. I'm not going to need one of those. Save it."
Figgy nodded in approval, "Alright then. Everybody... let's make some money!"
Total Word Count: 1014
You've been contracted by an infamous burglar for your unique skills. They have planned a daring and elaborate heist. If you help them and their crew, you're promised a cut of the take. The plan is crazy, but brilliant, and they can't do it with out you. You could either help them and become fabulously rich... or you could turn them in for the huge reward on their head.
Rewards Rewards: ↓
Stat Reward: Zeni Reward:
+ 10% PL gains + 20% ƶ gains
Extra Info Extra Info: ↓
Chance for an additional +25% zeni gains (18 or above/D20)
Required: At least 800 words
"Are you in or out?" Figgy asked Anastasia with a crooked little grin on his weaselly face.
Anastasia had never liked Figgy. It was always dirty and shifty. She'd say that he was a little back stabber, but truth was he was too much of a coward for even that. He was more likely to arrange for some one else to back stab you. He may be a coward, but he was smart. If it weren't for the fact that she hated Harvey Wentz more, and that he deserved whatever punishment he had got coming for him, Ana wouldn't have even bothered to listen to his proposal now.
"We're only hitting Wentz, right? No one else, Figgy?" Anastasia said quietly, and met Figgy's eyes straight on, her gaze flinty and hard, "You're not lying to me are you?"
Figgy swallowed and tugged at his collar, "No, I swear, just Wentz. No one else."
Ana considered this for a moment, and then held her hand out to Figgy, "Deal."
Figgy's team consisted of Anastasia, a saiyan named Gorl, an android named Ciipro, a crotchety old Majin named Clubs (Ana had never seen an 'old' Majin before. They all always seemed so youthful...), another Saiyan named Purl, and a three eyed human named Enit, who claimed to be a descendant of the legendary warrior Tien. Figgy was only on the team for "logistics", he wasn't going to be in the field. Meaning he got to kick back and watch everyone else do the dirty work.
"Alright, Anastasia's the distraction. Wentz hates her guts and has a contract out on her," Figgy explained to the crew while he had a set of blueprints rolled out on a large table, "If she shows up on his turf he's going to send his goons after her to make an example. This'll leave his office less guarded. That's where Gorl comes in."
The Saiyan cracked his knuckles upon hearing his name. He was the very image of the saiyan cliche. Big, Dumb, and only good for fighting. That made him Figgy's favorite meat head. He wasn't smart enough to rebel.
"Purl, you're the back up and over watch. You'll be in contact with Gorl and Anastasia. If either of them get overwhelmed you're gonna help 'em out. We can't afford either of them to get taken out, because then Wentz's people will regroup and then this whole thing is scuttled," Figgy explained.
His eyes flicked from Purl to Gorl. Figgy seemed to mutter something under his breath. Anastasia figured it was some sort of whispered direction that of the two of them, Gorl was probably Purl's priority. If Anastasia got overwhelmed and taken out, they could always cut and run. If Gorl got overwhelmed the whole operation was screwed.
Anastasia would have blamed Figgy if she didn't know him better. As it was, she didn't expect anything less.
"Ciipro's the communication and the tech," Figgy said, "He'll keep everyone on the same page, and also hack into Wentz's system. He'll be disarming the alarms, rerouting the video feed, all that techy stuff. Clubs, you'll be going with Gorl, you're our skeleton key."
"Clubs?" Enit asked looking at the Majin. She must not be a regular member of Figgy's crew. Anastasia was glad she wasn't the only odd man out.
In response to Enit's question, Clubs lifted a hand and his hand shifted in shape to different pronged instruments that looked like lock picking tools. Then the antenna on his head flicked forward and blasted a little laser at the corner of the table burning a neat little picture of himself.
*Why do Majin's always seem to do that?* Anastasia thought to herself, remembering the Majin Didi whom she had met briefly...
"I got the skills to crack any safe, girlie," Clubs growled, "I'm really good at what I do... What do YOU do?"
Enit raised her hands, palms out, towards Clubs in a gesture of 'okay, fair enough.'
"Enit's the getaway car, so to speak," Figgy explained, "She has some teleportation skills. Nothing fancy, and she can only take one person at a time. But that's more reliable than everyone piling like clowns in a single hover car. Whats the point of all this if we can't bring the goods home, amirite?"
The crew murmured their assent.
As far as plans go it was a fairly simple one. Hardly the daring, master-plan that Figgy had claimed when he was throwing his initial pitch at Anastasia. But she didn't really mind. Sometimes it's best to keep things simple. The more complex a plan, the more likely it'll go wrong. She'd prefer a straight forward smash-and-grab than some sort of Rube Goldberg machine of a plan. It didn't matter how well planned they were, the odds were still likely for things to go wrong.
As much as Anastasia would enjoy sticking another foot up Wentz's ass, it wasn't worth compromising herself. Figgy definitely wasn't worth sticking her neck out for. Even if he did find her some really good pit fighting gigs. These people weren't her friends, and they certainly weren't her comrades. She wouldn't trust them as far as she could throw them. ...Then again Anastasia could probably throw them EXTREMELY far... She wouldn't trust them as far as she could lift them? No, she'll need to think of a better adjustment for that idiom.
"Alright, any questions everybody?" Figgy asked while looking around at the table. No one responded, so he nodded pleased. Figgy pulled out a box from under his desk. He opened it to reveal a set of communicators that latched around the ear, much like a scouter, "Everyone take a communicator then. We'll set out at 7 o' clock."
Everyone reached out and took one of the communicators except for Ciipro. He shook his head and then tapped his temple, "I've got my own built in communicator, and I'll be in the system. I'm not going to need one of those. Save it."
Figgy nodded in approval, "Alright then. Everybody... let's make some money!"
Total Word Count: 1014
