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Likes: Automatons shaped like creatures, Storms, Spicy food, coffee, Women 😳, Jace Beleren
Dislikes: Heat and Humidity, Sudden noises, Ravnican food, Undead (the rotting kind, vampires are cool), Being bitten (in an unsexy way), Krenko (for giving goblins a bad name)
Bio: Kanta was born in Avishkar, where he was an artificing prodigy, due to his innate talent for Pyromancy and Hydromancy, which he used to manipulate steam to power his creations. After an act of sabotage by a school rival, Kanta was injured in the ensuing explosion and sparked, planeswalking to Ravnica.
In Ravnica, he was found by Idzek, who helped him acclimate to life in Ravnica, and get him a job in the Izzet League. He excelled, being promoted past her, and working under Ral Zarek for a period of time. Placed on an interguild task force, who also happened to be other planeswalkers, they worked under Ral Zarek to attempt to forestall the first invasion of Ravnica (The War of the Spark).
After this. Kanta continued to work in the Izzet League, eventually being out in charge of his own lab group within the Pyrology lab, and advocated for Idzek to allow her to be the co-lead of the group. After the second invasion (New Phyrexian Invasion), Kanta, like many Planeswalkers, felt his spark fade.
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Loke knew this was dumb. quite possibly the stupidest thing ever. the Dimir were not known for forgiveness. But He needed the money. and that strange person with strange accent had promised him, if he managed to return with even one file from the Dimir Archives, the riches received would be uncountable. his loan with the Syndicate was deep, and he knew he would never make enough as a guildless. But this could help
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Loke knew this was dumb. quite possibly the stupidest thing ever. The Dimir were... the Dimir. He couldn't quite remember much about them. But he knew he had to get a file. the strange person promised enough money to pay out his loan to the Orzhov. And he needed that.
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Loke knew this was dumb. quite possibly the stupidest thing ever. The Dimir... exsited. and the strange person had told him... oh. he couldn't remember. but he knew it had to with his loan to... shit. who did he owe money to?
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Loke knew this was dumb. probably. he had met someone, and they wanted something, and now he was in a... library? why. why was he in here? he was scared. he wanted to go home. Somewhere there was a clock, and it was loud.
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Loke didn't know anything. Why he was here. Where here was. What his own face looked like. What that sound was. what was happening? he was scared
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his name. what was his name? he couldn't remember. he couldn't remember anything. help. please someone help I don't know-
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another.... moving thing? with, uh, the thing that makes sounds. it was humming, putting thing things into little boxes and moving the boxes somewhere else. it had a long, dark thing starting where he had his two mover things. covered in little things. the thin strands of stuff on it's head began red but ended in black. looked messy. he started forward. it could help him
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Chima had been tracking the intruder. He was guildless, and in debt. In other words, send a courier to the Orzhov and no one would miss him. She had been picking out his memories, filing them away in case they turned out to be useful. Loke, that was his name. He was shambling towards her now, like he couldn't remember how to walk properly. Which, of course, he couldn't. It would be too distracting for him to run. Chima slithered towards him, and drew her knife.
she hadn't been fast enough. she hadn't been smart enough. she hadn't been good enough.
and now her moon was gone. possibly for good. Chima Tannari had fucked up.
She had found Hebi alone. cold. too cold. In the Undercity, it's a miracle nothing had tried to eat her yet. Or, Chima thought, noting the sickly red swell in her fiancee’s veins, nothing down here was dumb enough. Devesh was already done. She had left a note, but Chima couldn't be bothered to read it. Nothing mattered anymore.
It was only after she had arrived back home with the body did she feel the heartbeat. Faint, barely noticeable. But there. Thank every deity on every plane, Hebi was alive. Barely, but alive.
Which meant that Devesh had done something truly, truly heinous to Hebi. Curse every deity.
Months later, Hebi hadn't gotten any better. The new year was approaching, but Chima didn't care. She just went to the archives, sorted every new piece of paper and map and old thought strand into its proper spot. and then she watched Hebi. All day. She slept, barely, and lightly. She ate about once a week, when the pangs started to get bad. She couldn't bring herself to leave Hebi for longer.
Hebi’s family had reportedly been looking for their daughter & sister, but Chima didn't care. They wouldn't be able to do anything anyway. Devesh would never make it that easy. If this affliction had cure, it would likely only be available to that draugr of a Gorgon.
Chima Tannari had well and truly fucked up.
her ring still rested on her finger. and it hurt so much.
Fossora was shuffling through the citadels of the undercity. It's limbs creaked and groaned like tendons were flexing and moving, as she found a familiar segment of rubble. Much of the undercity had become like this, columns stood high, then when the darkness and mildew set in they crumbled into sludge-like piles, bricks replaces with malted shells and coated in secretions. But the segments of stone here were opened, as if something was salvaged recently from it. It stuck it's head inside, knees against the cold tile, and gazed towards a ring. It was the same brass as an Izzet boiler, encrusted with sigils it couldn't identify in the light.
Winds pushed their way from the surface again. Snow had built around the crevices Fossora's vessel, used to climb through, back when she still had flesh. This bite of winter was the only sign it had moved beyond it's comfortable space, for the Izzet had redeemed themselves in it's eyes, the extra heat from their boilers held it's hands out to each and every living member under Fossora's care. Fevers and frostbite had faded from memory due to their innovations, and despite Fossora's gripes over their methodology and disregard for nature, it could not deny the pleasantries of seeing it's brood maintained. Eggs hatching early yet with healthy millipedes, beetles unlikely to sustain themselves bunkered-down, this joy permeated it's skeleton.
Motherhood. That was all it could identify this joy as. Fossora wormed it's ulna out of place, skewering the small ring with it's arm and pulled it out. The sigils were ancient, but described a celebration. "Guild...pact." It's jaw moved irregularly, attempting to smile, but it suddenly dropped as the inner engravings were read. "My... beloved... Devesh."
It was alive again. She, rather. The Street Swarm's repurposed grain sack clothing scratched her skin as she concealed her face beneath mats of black hair. This was Ravnica's surface, the Guildpact had been signed only three years ago, and the endless bundles of confetti refused to let a soul forget. Baker's yelled of breads blazoned with the same wax stamp as the Guildpact, the scent of grain mixing with roasting meats, butchers in pristine uniforms boasted of their fresh cuts and spice blends, the aroma drowning the mud of the street, the stink of greased hair and the questions of how a butcher could be clean with blood still dripping from the fresh krovod leg in their arms.
Devesh stood next to her, the same hand on her rotting shovel, making sure the cart of reclaimed bodies was still moving. Devesh had been lucky, despite their skin their community accepted her as... her. She hadn't edited her name either, and wove the stories of reincarnation from a previous spirit to protect herself. Fossora, or rather, Zdeniya, knew her truth. And she, above all, aided Devesh in evading the Azorius senate. Their enforcers cared for social law, not the laws of nature, and determined sex as the overruling law to all individuals, no matter who they were.
"No corpses have been retrieved yet. It is oddly pleasant knowing none have seen loss today."
"Zdeniya, you know we won't get paid without bodies to retrieve. And who knows, maybe some Rakdosi freaks burned them already. Or the Orzhov have finally found a use for the things."
"Do not speak with such haste, we know better than anyone else that corpses are our right now. Besides, you are my daughter. To not take care of you despite our funds is the greatest crime I could commit."
Devesh smiled, her thin hair nearly covering the blush that was cast across her pale face. "You don't have to do that. Everyone knows who I am."
"To lose oneself is the ultimate misery. I shall keep your name with grace."
"Yeah, but you know. You never gave birth to me, it's always somewhat... nevermind."
The two continued on, walking through the market square across the tiles. That opening segment of their day quickly gave wake to the standard life of a corpse scavenger, gathering the dead to be hauled outwards from public viewing. The empty carts were able to be carried through major streets, but the moment Devesh and Zdeniya split, the bodies began to pile in. Devesh had other engagements, working with a Simic doctor on some routine bodily adjustments. Zdeniya's back and legs screamed for mercy every step of the way, trudging within the shadows of Ravnica's tallest buildings, the sculptures of stone blossoming out beyond view in great beige arcs, grey pillars and colourful banners, in all nine guild coats.
Hours passed, and Zdeniya had finally made enough zinos to keep her and Devesh alive for another week. Her home was a hovel, a slumping apartment within the corner of the Golgari's settlements, coated in a thin layer of greenery to keep the air pure enough for breathing. Sunlight filtered through cracks in the ceiling. Despite these cracks, she came into darkness, the candles were unlit despite the evening sun. Her eyes adjusted as she entered, looking upon the bed in the centre of their room. Blood. Thick, coagulated blood dribbled out from Devesh's body. Her arms had been twisted, morphed into thick, masculine membranes, clotted with frog-skin warts. Beneath her chest were two huge slices, what chest she had before had been stripped and lay gushing downwards as her bones twisted unnaturally. All that was identifiable was the ring on her left finger, scraps from an Izzet boiler she had stolen when Zdeniya fell ill.
Fossora refused to remember the rest of the sight. It took the ring in it's palm, pushing it against their skull firmly. "I... refuse. Please... Devesh. My daughter... do not leave me again."
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Koda's first stop was Torrezon. Not because of Aclazotz, but because of something the god had said. Leta was protected from being tracked by magic. But Koda didn't need magic.
"Get the hell away from Leta." His hands were still in the pockets of his trench coat as he walked towards the elf. Koda had never met the elf that hunted other planeswalkers. But he knew their type. Edgy and aggressive. Just like he was.
They stayed just out of his reach. "Ah, this is no fun. A good hunt shouldn't be interrupted by meddlers. Goodbye, Hayashi. Perhaps you will be my prey soon enough."
Koda grinned with both mouths. "Perhaps." Once they planeswalked away, he turned towards the cave. He crouched by the entrance. He could smell Aclazotz's influence in the area, but more than that, he could smell something injured inside. "Hey, Leta. It's Koda. I'm coming in."
Leta was in rough condition. She was half-in the water streaming through a cave, and dried blood and dirt was caked on her face. She was, however, still aware when Koda got close and knelt beside her. "You look like shit."
"So do you, asshole," he retorted affectionately. He checked for broken bones, noting some cracked ribs, before he pulled Leta out of the water. He removed his trench coat and wrapped it around her. He also grabbed a few of the mushrooms around just to make sure they weren't toxic for Leta to have been living on. He would run those tests later. He gathered Leta into his arms and straightened up. "I'm bringing you to Doctor Tosari."
The primary Dokuchi safehouse and proper infirmary was in the back room of a garden center. Koda stepped from the shadows and laid Leta down on the nearest cot. Besides the two of them and Doctor Tosari themself, Kaizen, who was still on mandatory bed rest after the attack, and Bantenso were also present.
Tosari pulled on nitrile gloves, unsurprised. "Welcome back to the land of the conscious, Boss Hayashi. Status?"
"Broken ribs, was laying in a cave eating mushrooms while staying hidden. She's pretty wanted as a criminal because House Dimir doesn't want to let her go." Koda stepped back so Tosari could work. "How's everyone else been?"
"Kaizen got run through, but he's still recovering. Everyone else is laying low," Tosari reported as they got to work with tending to Leta.
Koda nodded and turned to Bantenso, who jumped over to a nearer stool and offered Koda the communicator in his mouth. Koda smiled and took it, securing it on his wrist and sending his first message in about a week.
Me and some likeminded colleagues have begun repeated appeal processes against the denial of some laws. I'll spare the legal jargon, the point is. In due time, guildless will now be afforded minor protections on certain 10th, 9th, 7th, and 3rd district streets. The full list of applicable new rights can be found in the next standard pamphlet at your local Azorius hall.
Myslik looked out his window, drawing the curtains back just enough for his eyes. Once again, nothing on his street, nothing on the neighboring buildings. Nothing. He checked his locks and windows, and once again, nothing. He felt his pulse pound, nonetheless. The Azorius hadn’t found her, his contacts in the Dimir had not found her, his contacts in the Simic found a trace of her. Pilfered documents, once that he could guess what they said, where they would lead her.
Of course the one target he handled in this manner was a planeswalker. If she hadn’t been, this entire process would have been much easier and much more fruitful. He frowns, writing orders at his desk. If she had just died when she was supposed to, drowned by that damnable mercenary, none of this would have happened. If the Azorius had done their job when he tipped them off, none of this would have happened. If the damned Dimir could find one of their own agents, this would not be happening. Myslik had managed to convince the Necrosages that she was rebelling, trying to get out from the House, but their response was not what they expected.
“Find her yourself” They had said. “Your agent is going rogue, you should deal with it.” Of fucking course they had said that. Of course they had offered NO assistance. All they had done was give him points of contact in the House, and told him they would ask those spies to pass information on his wayward charge. No help against the planeswalking assassin, who has a vendetta against him. He jumped, when heard a click from his door. He pulled out his hand crossbow and long knife, creeping towards the door. A handful of letters were dropped within the mail slot, and he heard footsteps walk away. He looks at the stack of mail, bills, and two missives from the guilds. He opened the one marked with a spider sigil first, eyes tearing over the documents. Worthless. “We regret to inform you that your target has not been seen within any of the spots you anticipated. We have seen some of her allies scattering around the 10th. We will keep an eye on them.”
He tore it apart and opened the next letter, with the sigil of the Azorius. The letter thanked him for his assistance in apprehending a criminal, and because of the escape they would not give the full reward, but he would be given a small stipend of 200 Zinos. He sighed, unwittingly taking the final breath of his life, as a small wire swung around his neck. Immediately Myslik attempted to kick against the floor, pushing back against his attacker, and was rewarded by his chair being pulled away, his feet kicking uselessly an inch above the floor or the desk. He felt the warmth of her breath against his ear, as, in a whisper, she said "Try not to get blood all over the place. I have a party to attend." Mysrik felt a mix of emotions in his final moments, terror, as he struggled and failed to get air into his lungs, and pride, that the assassin he was responsible for was doing this.
Leta sat down in the chair, and kicked her feet up. Finally, part of her job was done. She had gotten everyone in the same room, and now it was time to start planing things out. Ravnica was only build on a few thousand years of guild disagreement, how long could they possibly argue for?
“Our goal is pretty simple,” she said, “we get down there, we make sure none of the smugglers are going to get out, we leave.” She gave a small smile. Of course they would each have their own goals, but, did that matter? Ravnica was built on ulterior motives.
"Anything is simple if you skip the details, but it is good to cover the goals." They state. "I would like to add that we disarm the bomb, unfortunately, over preventing escape. The undercity does not need more destruction... Also, how many people will need help getting down? It is my understanding that there is a large drop into water." They muse for a bit. "At the very least, I should be able to keep attention off of us from the denizens of the undercity for our 'merry' band the way down."
"That might be a big ask, given that they nearly killed Leta the last time she ran into them. It's a nice idea, but I'm more worried about all of us making it out alive."
Kanta is in the process of putting together bags of gear for everyone, courtesy of the Izzet. They mostly consist of helpful tools, electric lights, and a couple bonus weapons he's been looking for a chance to test out.
Leta pauses, thinking about it
"They've also been dying in both Boros and Azorius prisons well before they get to trial. So, way I see it, either way is a death sentence." Leta frowns. "Also, for anyone who is unaware, there is a coin empire vault they are attempting to open, we do not know what is in there, and frankly, I think everyone from Ravnica can agree, it should not stay here. I omitted that from my report to the guildpact, he thinks they're looking for ancient Ravnican artifacts."
She continues "I expect this not to leave this team, because if it does, the entire city could be overturned. We don't want the guilds to have a new resource to fight over. So, secondary objective: We enter the vault, we find what is in there, and we dispose of it." She looks around, attempting to sense how everyone feels about this.
“Easily done, really. Shouldn’t be all too difficult to get it off-plane and destroyed to satisfaction.”
I’ve got my arms crossed, leaning back against a wall, gazing across our little tableau with a vague amusement. And with a few extra, non-techy weapons for Kanta to add to those bags.
“As long, of course, as we can all keep this secret secret. And I won’t need help getting down.” Punctuated by a brief flick of my wings.
Zarii leans back in her chair. "Do you know how many or how powerful these guys are? Also, *is* the plan to destroy the artifacts? Seems like a bit of a waste, but at the same time if it stops Biilzie from getting them I'm all for it." She glances at him. "No offense."
"That's true." Zarii notices Biilzie's look and suits uncomfortably for a moment before sighing. "Alright, you can have an artifact if we save them, but please don't choose a super-destructive one."
“If we find super destructive ones, we are destroying them.” Leta looks sternly at the both of them. “House Dimir can look into any of our minds, and then you’d have a massive target on your back. Not to mention the potential collateral damage. No. Anything too much of a threat gets destroyed then and there, and if it can’t be destroyed, then we put it somewhere that’s too dangerous for most people to go to.”
Leta takes a breath “to answer the more obvious question, the group has had easily a couple dozen members. Probably more, however, a majority will not be down there. Power wise, it’s hard to tell, I lost a fight to one of them, but that was after he got the jump on me, and I got disarmed. I would say they’re competent fighters, based on the handful I’ve seen.”
Zarii nods and cracks her knuckles. "Sounds good. But, uh, what would happen to the non-super destructive artifacts? If there are any that manipulate planar energy I could really use them."
Leta gives a sigh. “You’ll be fighting for with the Dominarian for that, then. He managed to convince the guild pact to come with us, somehow.”
“Frankly, as long as it is kept secret where it came from, I don’t care what happens with the non-destructive artifacts. Also, we have to keep in mind, there might not just be the vault down there. From the little research I’ve done, there has been… complications”
It's the undercity of an ecumenopolis. Presumably there are layers upon layers of ancient estates and security measures from all guilds down there, as well as ghosts and monsters
*as he says this, Seamus checks through bags of gear, seemingly enough for everyone there, pulling out and putting back a veritable panopoly of charms, talismans, and supernatural wweaknesses like silver, holy symbols from several planes, and more esoteric things as well as straightforward anti-magic measures*
Plus, unless I am wildly misinformed, this is a relic of an interplanar empire from LONG before the mending. There are likely perils from mamy planes and magic that breaks the currently understood laws of mana-physics.
*he passes out the sacks and explains their contents*
I have a friend who obsessively collects weaponry, armor, and other defensive measures. These should help.
"Didn't they find one of these things on Thunder Junction, and it was filled with traps? I'm not the best at detecting traps, but I can definitely help with disarming or destroying them if needed."
Kanta pauses, looking at the assorted group. "In the spirit of interguild cooperation, I will say that I was told by my higher ups to secure anything I am able to get my hands on, the rest of you be damned. Now, I'm not going to follow that directive, because I care a lot more about all of us not dying. I would hope the rest of you feel the same, to some degree. Whatever we find down there, it's not going to be worth getting each other killed over it. We're a team until this job is over, and that means until we're all back home. We can worry about fighting over the contents after that."
"It would be foolish to fight over these artifacts before the problem is dealt with. You cannot count spoils before you've won," Tordubiak states, echoing the point.
"...Regardless, what are the complications to face?"
“Well, first of all is the drop into water, we discussed this already, secondly is the long march through a tunnel filled to the brim with traps. It’s only about 7 feet tall and 5 feet wide, so designed to force us to go single file, and eliminate flight as an avoidance method, finally we will come to the end of the tunnel, which was being guarded by 2 people when I scouted it. So whoever is in the lead at that point will need to be able to force their way out from 2 warriors who will want to keep up in that choke point. After that, we’re in the dark. Metaphorically, we will actually be in the light for the first time in some hours.”
Leta shakes her head “these traps would require maintenance, otherwise they would deteriorate. To be on the safe side, we are not going to not use any light when can. I have some brew that will help with that, but it hurts like a motherfucker.” She pulls out a small vial filled with this black liquid “I need to brew more, but you drip this into your eyes, and you will have perfect dark vision”
"If there's any equipment we can get to avoid an cave dive in pitch darkness, especially with all out equipment, I will get it. I would love to avoid jumping into the void if at all possible. Better to avoid any possible injuries."
Leta sat down in the chair, and kicked her feet up. Finally, part of her job was done. She had gotten everyone in the same room, and now it was time to start planing things out. Ravnica was only build on a few thousand years of guild disagreement, how long could they possibly argue for?
“Our goal is pretty simple,” she said, “we get down there, we make sure none of the smugglers are going to get out, we leave.” She gave a small smile. Of course they would each have their own goals, but, did that matter? Ravnica was built on ulterior motives.
"Anything is simple if you skip the details, but it is good to cover the goals." They state. "I would like to add that we disarm the bomb, unfortunately, over preventing escape. The undercity does not need more destruction... Also, how many people will need help getting down? It is my understanding that there is a large drop into water." They muse for a bit. "At the very least, I should be able to keep attention off of us from the denizens of the undercity for our 'merry' band the way down."
"That might be a big ask, given that they nearly killed Leta the last time she ran into them. It's a nice idea, but I'm more worried about all of us making it out alive."
Kanta is in the process of putting together bags of gear for everyone, courtesy of the Izzet. They mostly consist of helpful tools, electric lights, and a couple bonus weapons he's been looking for a chance to test out.
Leta pauses, thinking about it
"They've also been dying in both Boros and Azorius prisons well before they get to trial. So, way I see it, either way is a death sentence." Leta frowns. "Also, for anyone who is unaware, there is a coin empire vault they are attempting to open, we do not know what is in there, and frankly, I think everyone from Ravnica can agree, it should not stay here. I omitted that from my report to the guildpact, he thinks they're looking for ancient Ravnican artifacts."
She continues "I expect this not to leave this team, because if it does, the entire city could be overturned. We don't want the guilds to have a new resource to fight over. So, secondary objective: We enter the vault, we find what is in there, and we dispose of it." She looks around, attempting to sense how everyone feels about this.
“Easily done, really. Shouldn’t be all too difficult to get it off-plane and destroyed to satisfaction.”
I’ve got my arms crossed, leaning back against a wall, gazing across our little tableau with a vague amusement. And with a few extra, non-techy weapons for Kanta to add to those bags.
“As long, of course, as we can all keep this secret secret. And I won’t need help getting down.” Punctuated by a brief flick of my wings.
Zarii leans back in her chair. "Do you know how many or how powerful these guys are? Also, *is* the plan to destroy the artifacts? Seems like a bit of a waste, but at the same time if it stops Biilzie from getting them I'm all for it." She glances at him. "No offense."
"That's true." Zarii notices Biilzie's look and suits uncomfortably for a moment before sighing. "Alright, you can have an artifact if we save them, but please don't choose a super-destructive one."
“If we find super destructive ones, we are destroying them.” Leta looks sternly at the both of them. “House Dimir can look into any of our minds, and then you’d have a massive target on your back. Not to mention the potential collateral damage. No. Anything too much of a threat gets destroyed then and there, and if it can’t be destroyed, then we put it somewhere that’s too dangerous for most people to go to.”
Leta takes a breath “to answer the more obvious question, the group has had easily a couple dozen members. Probably more, however, a majority will not be down there. Power wise, it’s hard to tell, I lost a fight to one of them, but that was after he got the jump on me, and I got disarmed. I would say they’re competent fighters, based on the handful I’ve seen.”
Zarii nods and cracks her knuckles. "Sounds good. But, uh, what would happen to the non-super destructive artifacts? If there are any that manipulate planar energy I could really use them."
Leta gives a sigh. “You’ll be fighting for with the Dominarian for that, then. He managed to convince the guild pact to come with us, somehow.”
“Frankly, as long as it is kept secret where it came from, I don’t care what happens with the non-destructive artifacts. Also, we have to keep in mind, there might not just be the vault down there. From the little research I’ve done, there has been… complications”
It's the undercity of an ecumenopolis. Presumably there are layers upon layers of ancient estates and security measures from all guilds down there, as well as ghosts and monsters
*as he says this, Seamus checks through bags of gear, seemingly enough for everyone there, pulling out and putting back a veritable panopoly of charms, talismans, and supernatural wweaknesses like silver, holy symbols from several planes, and more esoteric things as well as straightforward anti-magic measures*
Plus, unless I am wildly misinformed, this is a relic of an interplanar empire from LONG before the mending. There are likely perils from mamy planes and magic that breaks the currently understood laws of mana-physics.
*he passes out the sacks and explains their contents*
I have a friend who obsessively collects weaponry, armor, and other defensive measures. These should help.
"Didn't they find one of these things on Thunder Junction, and it was filled with traps? I'm not the best at detecting traps, but I can definitely help with disarming or destroying them if needed."
Kanta pauses, looking at the assorted group. "In the spirit of interguild cooperation, I will say that I was told by my higher ups to secure anything I am able to get my hands on, the rest of you be damned. Now, I'm not going to follow that directive, because I care a lot more about all of us not dying. I would hope the rest of you feel the same, to some degree. Whatever we find down there, it's not going to be worth getting each other killed over it. We're a team until this job is over, and that means until we're all back home. We can worry about fighting over the contents after that."
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Leta sat down in the chair, and kicked her feet up. Finally, part of her job was done. She had gotten everyone in the same room, and now it was time to start planing things out. Ravnica was only build on a few thousand years of guild disagreement, how long could they possibly argue for?
“Our goal is pretty simple,” she said, “we get down there, we make sure none of the smugglers are going to get out, we leave.” She gave a small smile. Of course they would each have their own goals, but, did that matter? Ravnica was built on ulterior motives.
"Anything is simple if you skip the details, but it is good to cover the goals." They state. "I would like to add that we disarm the bomb, unfortunately, over preventing escape. The undercity does not need more destruction... Also, how many people will need help getting down? It is my understanding that there is a large drop into water." They muse for a bit. "At the very least, I should be able to keep attention off of us from the denizens of the undercity for our 'merry' band the way down."
"That might be a big ask, given that they nearly killed Leta the last time she ran into them. It's a nice idea, but I'm more worried about all of us making it out alive."
Kanta is in the process of putting together bags of gear for everyone, courtesy of the Izzet. They mostly consist of helpful tools, electric lights, and a couple bonus weapons he's been looking for a chance to test out.
I decided to take some time off work recently to visit family on Avishkar, which has been going great, EXCEPT
SOME ASSHOLE STOLE MY COMMUNICATOR EARLIER TODAY AND I ONLY JUST GOT IT BACK. He threw it on the ground while he was running away from my and broke the screen. It's working (mostly) but I'm going to need to replace it when I get back to Izzet territory.
Hey guys. Did any of you decide to break into my lab after Jasna broke the door down? I was planning to replace it when I came back to work, but someone apparently already broke in and rummaged around in all our things.
Security didn't see anyone and Idzek is absolutely PISSED because she thinks I did it. I promise not to turn you in to the Azorius, I just really really would like to have someone else to sic her on. She's not motivated enough to come find you I promise.
…I left a note, did you not find that? Anyways, yeah, sorry, I needed some supplies to make something to give to some people fighting bat god, or something? I dunno what was going on.
Also, there was security? They’re real bad at their jobs, I didn’t even notice them.
YOU BURIED THE NOTE IN A CLOSET UNDER A PILE OF WRENCHES. HOW IS THAT AN EFFECTIVE WAY TO LEAVE A NOTE. Did you just expect me to find it there??? I only found it because I'm the one who has to clean up the mess you made!!
Do you want anyone to be able to read the messages meant for you? No, I don’t think so. So you leave them in a position where the most likely person to find it is your target. And also leave a ward on it so if anyone else finds it, they forget what they were doing and that they saw it.
I still feel this is an incredibly stupid standard. What if you put it somewhere like that and the person you want to see it doesn't see it for like months or something? I feel like there HAS to be an easier way. And also why would you even hide it. The only other person likely to see it would be Idzek. Are you that scared she'd hunt you down to beat your ass for messing up the lab?
Hey guys. Did any of you decide to break into my lab after Jasna broke the door down? I was planning to replace it when I came back to work, but someone apparently already broke in and rummaged around in all our things.
Security didn't see anyone and Idzek is absolutely PISSED because she thinks I did it. I promise not to turn you in to the Azorius, I just really really would like to have someone else to sic her on. She's not motivated enough to come find you I promise.
Jeez, that sucks. Maybe try finding anything they could've left behind? Or try pretending you're your own rival and will pay the perpetrator to do it again, thus either catching the original or someone who would do that to you for money.
Quick question, as you're a Dimir person: how many complaints do I have to submit to get @average-ravnican fired? Or is it a thing where complaints get you promoted in the Dimir like it does in Rakdos.
You'd probably get her reprimanded for leaving a mess, but fired is a bit of a stretch. She'd have to do something really drastic for that. Like reveal Duskmantle's location to you.
Hey guys. Did any of you decide to break into my lab after Jasna broke the door down? I was planning to replace it when I came back to work, but someone apparently already broke in and rummaged around in all our things.
Security didn't see anyone and Idzek is absolutely PISSED because she thinks I did it. I promise not to turn you in to the Azorius, I just really really would like to have someone else to sic her on. She's not motivated enough to come find you I promise.
…I left a note, did you not find that? Anyways, yeah, sorry, I needed some supplies to make something to give to some people fighting bat god, or something? I dunno what was going on.
Also, there was security? They’re real bad at their jobs, I didn’t even notice them.
YOU BURIED THE NOTE IN A CLOSET UNDER A PILE OF WRENCHES. HOW IS THAT AN EFFECTIVE WAY TO LEAVE A NOTE. Did you just expect me to find it there??? I only found it because I'm the one who has to clean up the mess you made!!
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Hey guys. Did any of you decide to break into my lab after Jasna broke the door down? I was planning to replace it when I came back to work, but someone apparently already broke in and rummaged around in all our things.
Security didn't see anyone and Idzek is absolutely PISSED because she thinks I did it. I promise not to turn you in to the Azorius, I just really really would like to have someone else to sic her on. She's not motivated enough to come find you I promise.
Jeez, that sucks. Maybe try finding anything they could've left behind? Or try pretending you're your own rival and will pay the perpetrator to do it again, thus either catching the original or someone who would do that to you for money.
Quick question, as you're a Dimir person: how many complaints do I have to submit to get @average-ravnican fired? Or is it a thing where complaints get you promoted in the Dimir like it does in Rakdos.
Hey guys. Did any of you decide to break into my lab after Jasna broke the door down? I was planning to replace it when I came back to work, but someone apparently already broke in and rummaged around in all our things.
Security didn't see anyone and Idzek is absolutely PISSED because she thinks I did it. I promise not to turn you in to the Azorius, I just really really would like to have someone else to sic her on. She's not motivated enough to come find you I promise.
…I left a note, did you not find that? Anyways, yeah, sorry, I needed some supplies to make something to give to some people fighting bat god, or something? I dunno what was going on.
Also, there was security? They’re real bad at their jobs, I didn’t even notice them.
YOU BURIED THE NOTE IN A CLOSET UNDER A PILE OF WRENCHES. HOW IS THAT AN EFFECTIVE WAY TO LEAVE A NOTE. Did you just expect me to find it there??? I only found it because I'm the one who has to clean up the mess you made!!
