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Post by Sonya Chernova on Jan 31, 2020 19:36:43 GMT -4
OOC: I will be handling the initial opener of this thread. Participants will do their initial posts and from there Jar Star Assistant. will be taking over as the Storyteller. This thread will work on a 48 hour post schedule. As events play out, reaction threads will be able to be made in Tokyo. *deep breath* Here goes.
Fuchu Team Narcissa King @alastercorvus 1600 Hours - Tokyo Standard Time Fuchu Maximum Security Prison Compound, Tokyo, Japan Main Entrance Since the year 2015, Fuchu has been the largest prison in Japan. For sixty years the compound has grown in size, density, and complexity. Since the advent of quirks and the rise of hero society, countless quirkers have been imprisoned within these walls. In all there were six distinct sections to the prison. The central administrative area was home to the majority of the staff of the facility and provided places for the security team to meet and prepare in the event of an emergency. The core security hub for controlling most of the computerized security measures as also housed in this area. It was why even someone as illustrious as the #3 villain in all of Japan had not yet escaped. The eastern bloc of the facility was oriented for ordinary civilians and constituted of seven large buildings and a cordoned exercise yard. Most non-violent quirkers were also imprisoned in this area. The northern bloc was a bit more secure and had only indoor recreational areas. Violent inmates and individuals more intense quirks were imprisoned here, though there was some thought given to segregation and controlling more bombastic quirks. The western bloc was oriented for violent quirkers and was one of the most secure facilities in the entire complex, but it was not the end all be all. Beneath the facility was bloc four, and it was where individuals that referred to themselves as "villains" were confined. It was a dark, solitary, and incredibly secure place. For the heroes of Japan, the prisoners here represented nearly all of their hard work and spent blood, sweat, and tears. The final section was the main entrance, a large office building, and a museum that the Japanese government had commissioned decades ago. This is where the limousine escorting Ambassador Narcissa King would arrive along with her small team of attendants and security personnel; one of whom was Alaster Corvus in disguise. They would be welcomed into the facility by the warden who would proceed with the tour. Members of the prison's security would be diverted to ensure the safety of the ambassador. Which, unfortunately, would thin the overall security presence. After all... Fuchu Maximum Security Prison was undergoing its biggest update in over fifty years to prepare it for full use as a Villain Prison. Right now. It was vulnerable. Dispatch Team Sonya Chernova axel Just within eyeshot of Fuchu Prison, at the top floor of a small office building her company had secured for textiles manufacture and design, Ishtar looked out over the easing sunlight. Daytime would be waning soon and night would soon consume Japan. She smiled a bit ruefully, of course it would. She reached up and fingered the black lotus pin on her lapel before turning back to her desk and securing the rebreather mask over her mouth. The plan was solid. A few miles away at a small private landing strip a helicopter was being loaded with ammunition and weapons to be handed out to the prisoners of Fuchu prison. The pilot was instructed to pick up the small party lead by Narcissa or Crowley (surmising one lost their life in the attempt) and bring them to her at this office building. Axel, who was in the room with her, was standing by and waiting for the delivery of the device that had been handcrafted for this mission. The Fuchu team would sync the device to the Fuchu security system and Axel would go to work disabling any possibility of distress signals, wreaking havoc on the internal security structure, disengage the main releases on the prison doors, and set the stage for a mass breakout. All Crowley would have to do is locate his beloved while stirring up the hearts of the prisoners within until they were ready to break out into the city streets. The chaos would be more than sufficient to cover their escape. All they needed to do now was put the plan into action. Little did Ishtar know that one hero, just one, had taken the threat she posed seriously, had picked up on the rumblings in the underworld of something big coming, and had raced to intercept her. Would he be enough to stop the coming firestorm? Only time would tell. In either case. The stage was set. The players were in place. Ishtar sat in her seat. "Axel, get ready to set up the multi-layered proxy, they'll be arriving soon and I want to hear everything," She said, easing into her chair and turning it to look out the full-wall window at the prison. It was time. | TAG WORDS NOTES
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Post by Narcissa King on Feb 1, 2020 11:56:28 GMT -4
She stepped out of the limousine and gave a short eye to count the three people that were with her before moving into the building and shaking the hand of the man who introduced himself as the person who would escort her today. "Thank you so much." She said in her best Japanese. This had been a whole arrangement, she had to convince her bosses and the others from the security department that Barbados could learn from the prison system that they used. They were all quite happy with the arrest of the third and sixth top villains and that was the reason why she had charmed them in her importance of them. Now they had to disappoint her that the sixth villain wasn't here but well the good thing was they did not come for her. She had no idea who it was, she couldn't care less at this point. She had other things to arrange. She managed to get the prison to open up to her as an ambassador and she asked if she could take some building experts with her and financial experts. So that's where the people Sonya gave her, the job was a lie of course but she was sure her goons would know what to do and of course, there was Crowley.
"Mister Fujimori, let me introduce you to my little crew." she stepped by every individual, giving them a fake name that they had already talked about and corresponded and pointed to Crowley, because of his different complexion she would have to find another name for him, "This is Simon, he came especially here for me, so nice. But we in Barbados want to take a quick step forward and Japan is such an inspiration." Always nice to tell the man that had a hand in the change of the prison. She was looking shortly at Crowley, before continuing the rest of the talk before their tour guide Fujimori offered them a drink before they would start the tour in general. She was excited because she knew what was going on, mostly because she wanted this to be done with, she was nervous as well but it would happen soon enough. She would be fine.
She wore a pantsuit, mostly because of what Sunaho had to tell her, she believed that she had to be prepared, considering that she might fight. The light pinkish, creme colour also worked very well with her skin and would work fine with her quirk. She was going to work well for this, she was going to impress people so her name would at least get a little further. She looked around as if she was really interested but she was mostly looking at the construction and architecture of how she would be able to continue this breakout. But she already had a plan to get close to Lavande, she was actually sure that she would not be going to that part of the prison but she was also sure she could flatter her way near, after all, the security department had looked the happiest.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2020 14:58:44 GMT -4
At last, the day had arrived! Alaster was heavily anticipating the day he would finally break his beloved out of her imprisonment. He could not wait for Meiko to be back in his arms, safe and sound from those piles of rubbish who had no doubt made her time in prison horrible. Oh, how Alaster wanted to find those bastards and rip them to shreds. He wanted to find literally every single person who had so much as looked at Meiko and rip out their internal organs piece by bloody piece. If even a single hair on Meiko's head was out of place, then he would burn down the entire facility and everyone in it.
But of course, Alaster was determined not to let anything go wrong on his end. That included his rage. Everything needed to go according to plan. Alaster had gone through all of the steps, all of the details of the plan until it became second-nature to him. It had to be like that. There could be no errors. If there was a screw up of any kind, he wanted to make absolutely sure that it was not from him. Sure he could be arrogant at times, but he was seriously determined not to let himself relax for even a moment until Meiko was both safely back in his arms and the two successfully made their escape. Failure was not an option.
Sadly, Alaster could not come to the prison armed to the teeth. Security would no doubt find anything he would try to smuggle in. He did not even want to risk bringing his flight suit, as handy as that would have been. It was a shame, but it was far better than potentially failing the mission before it even began. He would just have to stick to the plan, protect Meiko at all costs once he reached her, and hope that nobody screws up their part.
Naturally, meeting up with Daffodil and pretending to be with the ambassador's team of personnel was the first step. Not wanting to risk anyone finding out his true appearance, he naturally wore the same long black wig, colored contacts, and glasses he had the first time he met her. Until it was time for him to make his move, he would just follow Narcissa and go with whatever she said, only barely acknowledging the tour guide and pretending to listen. Simon, eh? There are worse names, I suppose.
A casual glance around the prison. Alaster was sure of one thing. He would get Meiko out of here and then never have to worry about ending up here as an inmate. Alaster was determined to make sure that this was his first, last, and only visit to the prison. Anything else was completely unacceptable. WORDS 465 TAGS @tagged
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Post by axel on Feb 3, 2020 5:14:52 GMT -4
This was… something. Axel had been looking for an in with the criminal world for quite some time, but this… this was a whole ‘nother level. He couldn’t even really fathom what he was going to be a part of… was this still okay? He’d kinda pictured he’d just be illegall downloading personal files, committing business espionage, making a few dark web sites for unlawful goods but…
This was… something.
He was okay with it though. Yeah… this’d be it. Help a bunch of criminals break out of prison? What better way to get in a bunch of criminals good books? And a bunch of them that’d be eagerly wanting to hide any digital footprints they had in the wake of… ya know, escaping prison! God the more he thought about it the more this odd mix of anxiety and excitement was welling up inside of him… and also the most mild sense of dread in the mix of it all. If this went wrong… hoo boy.
Of course, this is where having a TV screen for a face came in handy. Even as he sat, cross legged in his little den, multiple screens set up around him ready to start stealing camera feeds from the prison and also providing him easy access to the multiple windows he’d be having to spread himself across if he wanted to be as efficient as possible, the sound of his boss’ voice in his head-piece was enough to snap him out of his brief funk, rolling his shoulders back, his TV screen face as blank as every as he got back to work, typing at a moderate pace as his tinny voice came out with some confidence through his robotic speakers.
“Please this isn’t my first rodeo. I’ve had these babies ready for a week. They’ll think America’s hacking them 10 times over before they ever trace it back to Japan even once…and by then we’ll be in the clear a long time since.”
Even with his confidence, he couldn’t undershoot this… it was a big challenge. Sure the system was updating itself and that meant there was an in to get a virus into the system while it was still running the new code but even then Axel would be needing to type like a mad man to get new code running, figure out if it was compatible with the prison, AND could not only provide him an in but bypass any internal security measures like password and code checking. He had some prior measures ready. He’d created bio-codes of all the prison workers he could find on social media, isolating key words, hobbies, family names. Put that all into a password cracker and it’d isolate common combinations and boom, password granted. Of course a lot of them would have pre-chosen codes for maximum security… but the higher they ranked, the more likely they’d be older members of the force, like the prison wardon… full access, shit password.
“Once this shit hits the fan we really gotta get moving, but I’m sure we’re all aware of that. I may be part machine but even I can only lock this system down for so long. The moment we get access, I’ve got a few countermeasures I got planned but… we’ll definitely be on a time limit.” He took a deep breath, or seemed to simulate one at least through his tinny voice. “Stick to the plan. I’ll make sure to find the girlfriend before I set off any alarms. That way y’all know where you’re goin’.” Hopefully this’d go relatively smoothly… relatively at least.
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Post by Jar Star Assistant. on Feb 5, 2020 17:23:43 GMT -4
So far things had gone seemingly well and on point for the few infiltrating the prison. Things like black and white paperwork at first would go well. Nothing setting off any red flags for the officers. Some of which were over worked and tired with the rise of crime in Japan meant more inmates as well as special work any time they had a new quirker brought it given each special power gave special rules and things needing setup for each inmate that fit such a type. So at the moment something to brazen as this plan hatched by this league of villains wasn't foreseen or expected. Most officers simply offering the two smiles for now while the people stayed in areas they seemed to belong too and were allowed to. Until they would stray from normally allowed areas or do anything suspicious things would likely go well for them as long as the papers and IDs continued to check out.
Meanwhile back at his location Axel would find the systems of the prison government facility extremely sophisticated. Security and it's home servers housed within the buildings themselves. However sophisticated and stand alone as it was meant it needed constant updating and new programming to be worked on to make sure it remained up to standards and all was taken care of responsibly so nothing would risk dangers or deadly mishaps from within via their security systems. For someone as skilled as Axel these alterations to the code would have likely left small back doors or holes in the code only someone of his caliber or higher could even hope to possibly spot.
The system sensitive though and software would be there to watch for hackers or unknown programs. So he'd need to tread lightly for things to work as well as continue to work without causing any problems or risking extreme danger for the team within. For now the plan would begin and starting with a right foot forward. But time would tell if things would continue to go so well moving forward.
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Post by Sonya Chernova on Feb 6, 2020 5:16:30 GMT -4
Axel was confident, that was good. Ishtar was not going to leave anything to chance in this scenario. She'd chosen the perfect time, at the peak of the renovations at the prison. The entire nation was at its most relaxed since Shinagawa, countless villains and criminals had been stored inside of Fuchu; Hero society was nearing a peak and plateau. Social and Cultural acceptance was not quite there yet, no, it would take just a little more time for Japan to accept it's heroes, and what they meant in every single way. This was Sonya's opportunity to influence that. Just as it was Ishtar's opportunity to tarnish it. Ishtar leaned back in her chair and stared out over the small suburban area that the branch office was located in. Her pink eyes focused and unfocused on the setting sun.
“Once this shit hits the fan we really gotta get moving, but I’m sure we’re all aware of that. I may be part machine but even I can only lock this system down for so long. The moment we get access, I’ve got a few countermeasures I got planned but… we’ll definitely be on a time limit.” Axels voice came over the radio in her ear. It would reach their comrades in the prison; though they would not be able to respond. “Stick to the plan. I’ll make sure to find the girlfriend before I set off any alarms. That way y’all know where you’re goin’.” He added. Ishtar shifted a bit in her seat, pins and needles, she was more excited than she cared to admit. Damn it. She drew in a breath and muted her microphone for a moment to let out a long, ragged, exhausted breath. Get it out of her system, before turning her mic back on and speaking;
"You heard Axel. You have the tools I've given you, the rest is up to you two. I'm counting on you, so is Lady Lavender. What you two are about to do is going to set the tone of our society for decades to come. Don't forget that," Ishtar said, her tone remarkably serious despite her usual smug and coy demeanor. She shut off her mic again and then tapped a key, aiming the communication suite directly at Axel. "Make sure the broadcast channels are ready too but don't warm them up just yet. Hacking the prison is one thing, forcing out a broadcast as far out as possible is another monster entirely. I want maximum saturation..."
Yes, a broadcast. Her broadcast. The broadcast that would usher in the new era of heroes and villains, the one that would give meaning to the words, that would take them from the contrived comic-book meaning that they carried and turn them into something that had an impact. She was aware, in a twisted way, that what she was doing would cement, perhaps even embolden, the position of heroes in this current society. Yet so would it raise the stature of vilains as well. She smiled, smelling a fortune in the air. Let them say she was a villain for the sake of it, let them decry her as a monster in the media. She knew where she stood. In the end, after it all, no matter who else it benefitted...she still came out on top. | TAG WORDS NOTES
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Post by Narcissa King on Feb 7, 2020 5:01:49 GMT -4
Narcissa had to resist the urge to roll her eyes when listening to the person she did not know. She looked shortly at Simon. Seriously, they had a better goal, they needed to save their powers because she was sure it was going to be one hell of a thing but she needed a moment to be able to speak to them. Her communicator would help with that, the man who would guide them was going to be an issue. "Mister Fujimori, could you explain the idea of the prison and quirkers to Simon, he is my architect or more to say, the project leader." If the two would talk she would turn away and hide behind the man of Sonya before clicking the mic on for the communicator, "I know how to get in, I warmed the others up for it, to show me. I need a way out." She whispered in it as fast as she could before she shut off the mic again and turning to look, she looked at the walls, sipped from the water that she got and turned her attention back to Simon and Mister Fujimori. "So the system is the newest in the new setting right?" She asked and looked very interested. She wasn't, she could not give a rat's ass about it but she had to warm up on the designer or ward and she wanted to make sure it was all going fine.
She looked shortly at Crowley. Kiss up someone's ass was how she had to work around it, "Can we start the tour, sorry I am really eager." That was at least how to show it, she asked if she could take a few notes for back home on her phone, she would not mind shutting it off if that was for safety measures and would show the man and wanted to just understand the system for Barbados or that's what the man had to believe, "Could you tell me more about the prison, do you adapt every prison cell or specific ward for quirkers, how does that work?" It was the best she could think of, considering she worked as an ambassador to learn more about the hero system, the questions weren't so strange from her, it was after all the job of a hero to eventually arrest Villains, you would have to know how to deal with that. Urgh, if only she could just have arrested the Flame, she would not stand here, with so many grudging feelings.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2020 14:58:34 GMT -4
Stick to the plan... Stick to the plan... Alaster repeated this sentence over and over in his mind. As tempting as it was to find Meiko as quickly as possible, he knew that rushing would get him nowhere. He had to remain calm, follow the plan, do nothing that would arouse suspicion, and keep an eye out for that moment where he would finally be able to act. Where he could finally stir up some chaos, find his beloved, make sure she was alright, and gut anyone who tried to impede their escape. Though if all went according to plan, then no unnecessary deaths would need to happen.
Ah, right. Before he forgot, Alaster needed to pretend to actually show interest in any of the crap the man was about to spout. "Yes, I am very intrigued. With the rise of quirked crime, it would be good to get some insight on how best to keep these threats restrained." It was a good thing that Alaster was decent enough at making his voice sound cheery and interested even when he was far from that.
While pretending to listen to the man's words if he had any, Alaster would casually brush the long hair of his wig, seemingly scratching it as though he had dandruff. In truth, he was turning on the tiny mic that was close to his ear. He listened to the two's words. Yes, I know this already. And it's Lady Lavande. Bloody hell, I appreciate the rescue efforts, but you could at least get my angel's alias right! A shame he could not actually say this aloud, or even respond. Even if he could, he was in a conversation with Mr. Fujimori. Saying anything that would arouse suspicion was moronic. Alaster was many thing, but stupid was not one of them.
Alaster nodded at Narcissa and Mr. Fujimori, giving the two a faux smile. Got to keep up appearances and all that, after all. "Yes, I'm pretty eager to start as well." More like eager to find Meiko and get the hell out of here. He had no interest in anything else, no matter how much his tone and words suggested otherwise. Hopefully the idiots running this facility would not make him wait too long. Patience was something he needed yesterday. It was actually nothing short of a miracle that he could remain calm and composed at a time like this.
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Post by axel on Feb 8, 2020 18:18:54 GMT -4
Axel kept a keen ear on what little of the scene he could get while he continued to work on the main hack. While this was the best and most vulnerable time to attack the system there were still a lot of countermeasures in play that he had to work around. Lines of code hidden within other lines of code. At one point he had to full on copy a section of the original update coding he'd intercepted and all out jerry rig his own lines within it under a hidden back room file so it wouldn't be detected going in. While he was waiting on their allies on the inside to get everything sorted on their end, ultimately he was doing everything he could to make this as untraceable as possible. If they found parts of the code made it in hidden witht he update, anyone looking into this would innately think it came from the update itself, intercepted somehow in mid-transport but... In the end... it was a long, high focus job, and for that, Axel needed to drown out the world around him. He listened to his boss of course, turning off the communication with the party in the prison and speaking directly to her. "Don't worry I got it. It's cooked up and ready for when shit hits the fan. You give the word and it goes live to every screen I can get my code on... until then though..." He turn back on communication to the others. "Alright group this is Hacker_Man going dark for a bit. One slip up and I'm alerting these guys we're in before any of you can even think to start to slip. I'll know when it all needs to come together... until then I need to focus." Twisting his neck to either side, Axel would mute his microphone and shift the audio functiones of his headpieces, smirking internally as he briefly flicked to what must be the 5th monitor in his set, throwing down a list of music and scanning it for his preferred choice. See ya think for a hacker, an intellectual, you'd want something calm and soothing... but nah. Axel liked something that drowned out the world around him. Let him get into the groove... MusicUltimately if any of the party tried to address him he'd still hear them as his music would quieten to try and let their sounds get through, but for now... he was zoning out, getting everything he could done to ensure once they had their in... they had. Their. IN. No complications. No tricks... he was gonna set this place alight with noise no one could follow. |
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Post by Jar Star Assistant. on Feb 10, 2020 17:06:32 GMT -4
All the papers checked out at least at first glance. Their systems seemed to work along with all things presented when checked thanks to the hacking skills of the robot with the skilled fingers. Security was tight though after all the things that had been happening of late. Quirkers were hard to handle and each and every new one added to the prison population presented whole new problems that needed special and original solutions to deal with all their own. Making it hard if not truly nigh on impossible to prepare much ahead of time. They had some technology to help of course but most had to be thought of and made on the fly to help house and hold them properly. The prison keeping skilled architects and craftsman on the payroll at all times so things would be ready and built smoothy as quick as the prison ever needed.
Although some things didn't sit right with a few of the guards. A few whispers changing hands briefly at the oddity of all this as it didn't really scream protocol. Of course maybe it was some sort of stunt to attempt to raise public opinion to help with funding or tax purposes? The two officers that gathered to give the tour figured it was above their pay grade. A couple suited men typing something briefly back at desk where the papers had been checked sending some information curiously down to the main hub of the prison. Somethings being double if not triple checked if you would just to ensure things were proper. Something just didn't sit right with some of them...
"Alright... Stay close as we go forward. We'll be giving you the VIP tour as we've been instructed. Make sure to stay between me and my partner here. We'll be taking the lead and back just encase. Purely for your safety but you shouldn't have anything to worry about as long as you follow the rules and protocol. If any of the rooms have yellow and red lines on the floor make sure to stay on the paths and do as me and my partner tell you at all times any time. Understood?" Without really waiting for them to answer. "Good." He'd say in quick response. The officer polite for the most part but it was slightly implied given the harsh rough gaze in his eyes he perhaps thought the was a bit a waste of his time given what all work always needed done around this place.
They'd gesture forward as the officer began taking the lead. The first stop would have been where they would check in prisoners and do the starting checks and processing. The man having them stand on a end of the room that showed mirrors that were one way to allow secret observation to look into the high end room with cameras on the other side of the mirrors that seemed to be able to view each and every angle of the room. The cameras seemingly armed with small barrels as well attached to them. As well as even with no prisoner in there at the moment two guards remained steadfast and read inside on the other side all the same. "First thing's first kiddies, This is where the bad men get checked in. We like to make sure things are kept heavily under guard given you never know what people will try under such circumstances." He'd say likely going on about a few strange details here and there that likely wouldn't have been that interesting.
Meanwhile all the while in the tech area where people began looking over the information double and triple checking the information trails. Someone on hire of the prison stood over the techies shoulders observing the new comers on terminals in the central hub all the while. A special hired hero with a rifle on his back of special make and a costume that almost looked like riot gear upon his body. Rubbing his chin as he couldn't help but feel and ponder on how odd this all was... Something just didn't sit right in his gut about all of this.
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Axel - Some of the information used to get them in is about to be double checked by some tech officers. Requiring Axel to keep a trail being formed or make sure they don't find anything they aren't meant to if he's able to spot what their doing fast enough. Several computers likely lighting up checking the information.
Narcissa Alaster - For now the tour starts calmly and with no hitch yet. The officer first showing the high tech processing area for when prisoners would first arrive.
Sonya - Pro on scene of the prison but not yet in search simply implying a presence.
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Post by Sonya Chernova on Feb 17, 2020 4:54:28 GMT -4
Ishtar cut the signal for the time being. A single marker on her desk glowed red; indicating the lack of input. When the others had something to contribute directly to her; it would let her know. For now, she wanted a moment to herself. It was a special sort of place she had to be in, mentally, physically, emotionally, to do what she was about to do. She closed her eyes, the glow fading as the lenses beneath twirled and span only to relax a moment later when they assumed she'd closed her eyes for the night. The light sensors in the eyes picking up on the steady darkness and her closed eyelids. She took a steadying breath. She'd read about villains that came before her. She'd read about fictional villains. She'd witnessed the divide between them and had come to realize that as easy as it seemed; there were some things that took preparation.
Methodical.
That's what the old women at the kindergarten called her.
Manipulative.
That's what one warned her parents about.
So she'd shaped up. Played the role. Pretended to be a good girl. Do whatever she could to exist free of an establishment that feared her. But she would never be normal, no. She didn't even fully remember what happened that day, the day she lost the true light of the world forever. A glow burned around her fingertips as a solid sphere of white light blazed between her thumb and forefinger. The amplification of her new support gear making what once was a maleable and incomplete object into something more. She twisted the small ball between her fingers, playing with it like a toy, juggling it along her knuckles and tossing it into the air only to catch it in her palm. It was cool to the touch. But for anyone else? Ice as cold as death.
A chime drew her attention; she glanced at the panel before her. A message from the crews preparing to drop off the weapons for the escapees. She tapped the panel and listened; "Y'ello mum, this is Red Wolf here with an update, all toys are packed and ready to go. Final delivery will be arrivin' in just a few. Special thanks to friends in low places," The individual said. She keyed off the report, looking back out the window. Her legs itched with the need to stand, to pace, she refused. She clung to the chair, forcing herself to savor the tension that came before an act of infamy.
Another chime; this time from the main crew. The story was moving along, something was happening. The world was turning. Ishtar looked out the window one last time, her fingernails sinking into the comfortable flesh of the chair beneath her. Just a bit more. Just a bit further. Their next task was to stop in the main security room and deliver the reciever that Axel would use to wreak his terrible havoc upon the minions of Hero Society. Ishtar was not sure who had it at this point, but it was simple enough to activate. Twist the top, push the button, set it down somewhere hidden. Axel only needed a moment to create a direct connection off the temporary one.
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Post by Narcissa King on Feb 18, 2020 5:58:40 GMT -4
She did not like how they talked to her. She did not like anything they did but the ambassador kept a small smile on her face and nodded firmly when they got the instructions before as the man turned away looking from the corner of her eyes to Alaster. He might find it even more difficult. She was an informant, she worked for the government, she had a role to play to get them further inside. She tried to be eager but not too much, afraid, a perfect little woman from the government of Barbados that did not understand. But really, she wanted to strangle, crush and maybe even kill them. She wanted to rip their brains to shreds until no longer any information was in there, but alas, she needed to pretend. She stood between the lines, looking at the mirrors and wondering, "Do you register quirks here immediately? Like a sort of hm, how do you say that in Japanese." Playing the part as she looked questionable at Alaster before turning back to the man, "Ranking system?" Were the top ten simply placed elsewhere or was it more likely that they would check it here and based on what kind of quirk they could find you would be put in a specific part of the facility. That's what she would do, but alas, they kicked her out and thus she would never be on that side again.
The man called them kiddies and as long as he wasn't watching, her resting bitch face returned. It was for the greater good of her job. She would prove them she was worthy, she would help that woman break out and get it over and done with. Gain more knowledge, gain some insights, gain anything but this game wasn't over and the Moon card was a dangerous one at best and she wasn't even sure what card Crowley was or what card in the tarot set would be waiting behind the bars.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2020 0:08:10 GMT -4
It was good that Alaster had several years of practice when it came to hiding his true face, his true feelings and emotions. Because right now, he was bored out of his skull. These simple fools with their simple tour. It was boring, dull, uninteresting. Alaster wished he could just rip these morons to shreds and burn the whole facility down to the ground. But he needed to restrain himself. He needed to continue playing along. He needed to pretend he actually gave a crap about what anyone here was saying.
This is for Meiko. For my beloved, I'd walk through Hell and back. Just tolerate this for now. My time to act will arrive. But until then, I must stick to the plan.
Alaster would naturally nod upon hearing the instructions given by the officer. Yes, yes, follow instructions, play along, act interested, all of this was obvious. As if he would really risk blowing his cover by acting suspicious. Alaster pretended to listen to everything the man was saying, acting like he was taking notes. In reality, he was little more than daydreaming.
Hmm, I wonder what the first thing I'll do is after I find Meiko. Well obviously check to see how she's holding up. I'll give her all of the hugs and kisses once we get out of here. And probably let her relax at a spa. I could massage her. That would be lovely! Oh right, and I'll also murder everyone in this accursed prison. These filthy mortals don't deserve to even be in the same building as my love. Ooh, I can't wait to make them all suffer!
During the tour, Alaster was casually looking around, pretending to be fascinated or intrigued by what he saw. In truth, he was doing his best to memorize where certain hallways were. This was probably unneeded, but if things went south and he needed an escape plan, it could come in handy. Better to have something he didn't need than to need something he didn't have, after all.
Just need to wait for the signal. Until it's go time, I just need to patiently wait. WORDS 358 TAGS axelNOTES --- |
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Post by axel on Feb 25, 2020 11:01:38 GMT -4
Two of Axel’s monitor’s flickered with a brief green tint to their displays, a warning system he’d put into the code. With how many monitors he was handling it was a good way to catch his eye and with a sweep of his arm he got his mouse over to that screen and watched the code lines cut up across the monitor, realizing what was going on. He had enough of an in that he could read the keystrokes of the people handling the prison’s system update and so he could tell what they were looking at, the keys they tapped translating to an image in his head. They were trying to follow the trail of some of his own code. Fuck. He expected as much but with so many things to handle her already this was something he hadn’t had time to slip in yet.
Okay quick solutions. He could copy a few pages of the original code into his own source code to act as a source trail but they dug too deep and that would come undone. He needed to act quick but he needed to ensure this wasn’t a problem he’d have to revisit. His own source code bounced through a few dozen relays so they’d take a while to load up what they needed to look at… he had. What. A minute tops?
He turned his hand to the side of his head, cranking up the volume on his internal music to really tune out the world around him. He pulled down that monitor’s display onto one of his prime monitors so he could handle it a little more readily while pulling up a code-writing display on another. He typed away rapidly, creating a series of code that would constantly copy and paste the original prison code into a source trail of his own. The code ultimately wouldn’t effect his own viruses that he was trying to slip through and just create a trail of fake sources that the techies at the prison could follow. He checked a clock ticking away in the corner of his eyes and enacted the new code…
He watched his monitors in cautious silence for a moment, waiting to see if any more red flags went off…
Did it work? It was hard to fully tell, but they weren’t acting on it right now if it hadn’t. He’d continue to get to work, a good chunk of his computer’s processing power now basically running a fake source trail for the techies to follow.
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Post by Jar Star Assistant. on Mar 3, 2020 2:45:51 GMT -4
The officer and others moving with them here and there or officers they'd pass as well as the whole place seemed to truly be heavily guarded. Of course who would expect anything less from the prison intended to hold the most dangerous and empowered villains behind their walls, bars, and their other creative security. The officer snorting a little at the question but gesturing as they passed more of the staging area to show people heavily at work even as a few prisoners behind one sided mirrors in other staging areas could be seen as well to offer examples as he spoke.
"We have systems of that sort yes. Sort of ranging from their quirks but also to their crimes. Someone might have a strong quirk but not need as much security if their crime was a non violent one. As you can imagine this is all a very sensitive process. But each year we advance it a little more and make it that much more effective." Explaining and in a fancy way saying they were still working through the process to perfect it. After all each special quirk was a entire new curve ball that may have needed entirely new situational defensive and security. Sometimes to defend the guards, sometimes to restrict and secure the prisoner, sometimes for the prisoners health too for those special situations where a quirk could prove detrimental to it's host.
Before long they would eventually reach the main secutity hub, The heart of the system with several guards inside as they passed by a observation window that showed inside. "Here we are... The beating heart of the beast!" The guard would say in a almost boastful nature. Not realizing how dangerous a situation he may have truly been in at this current moment.
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Thank's to Axel's quick work and borderline genius efforts. Thankfully given this was to some a job, Many would do their best focus to what was needed but when you worked at a prison like this the work in mere moments continued to pile up. They dug deep but stopped before long and Axel's skills at making a trail allowed them to stop digging when their worry was settled. Not digging deep enough to find the hole further down. For now... a crisis was averted. But security would soon be a new issue as things would continue. When things would take off how would axel deal with the armed security tech and cameras etc etc. He would have to deal with some rather intricate defense code to get to those. One wrong move... and it could set up counter code watching for such things.
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Meanwhile near the techies something still wasn't sitting right with the sniper pro remaining within it's walls. He quickly would have his guards take on a few more reinforcing of areas as something just didn't sit right with him. Heading to a small tower of the roof of the building he was on at the moment to take on more of a observation role and check the surrounding areas with his eagle eyes. If something was out there beyond the walls watching... He'd find it.
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Narcissa Alaster - The Guards answer you're questions and continue with the tore. Seemingly respectfully but you feel eyes are always on you whether it be from camearas or guards moving about joining in and dropping out of the tour or on guard or even changing guard as you see a couple times as well around you.
Axel - Crisis averted, His quick wits and skill put off the techies digging into info for now, Seeing how he'll handle security tech wise and the systems watching counter codes will be his next major obstacle! Good luck!
Sonya - The pro is now watching from a high end tower looking for anything dangerous or odd given his nervous nature. Be careful not to be spotted!
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