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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 27, 2016 17:48:18 GMT -4
Edward shows his ID.
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Post by katt on Oct 27, 2016 17:54:15 GMT -4
The guy nods and lets you pass whist..... glaring at you? You might want to keep your eyes on that one. You can see sings that point to: "Dressing Rooms, VIP room & RESTRICTED"
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 27, 2016 18:29:41 GMT -4
Ooh... Restricted. That'll be fun to take a look see.
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Post by katt on Oct 27, 2016 18:36:28 GMT -4
You follow a twisting hallway that takes you deeper into backstage, the lights becoming more dimmer the further you go. It takes a good fifteen minutes or so nevertheless you find a black door that's marked restricted, seemingly at the end of the corridor. The door appears to be locked and there's a faint buzzing coming from behind it.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 27, 2016 18:48:38 GMT -4
Edward looks around for a minute for a way in.
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Post by katt on Oct 27, 2016 18:52:13 GMT -4
You could try to pick the lock or attempt at opening the door by force but right now there doesn't seem to be any other clear way to get in.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 27, 2016 19:08:59 GMT -4
Edward decided that picking locks were amateurs. He pulled out one of his suppressed pistols and shot it.
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Post by katt on Oct 27, 2016 19:19:49 GMT -4
As soon as the door swings inwards the slight buzzing increases tenfold, so intense it's almost too painful to withstand. The room looks like a mass of swirling black shadows, indistinguishable shapes move out of sight and a cold chill seeps into the corridor.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 27, 2016 19:44:54 GMT -4
Uh oh. Edward closes the door. Time for evidence. He heads to the dressing rooms quickly.
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Post by katt on Oct 27, 2016 19:52:55 GMT -4
The dressing rooms are labeled from one to ten, no indication of which one belongs to which Messenger. Looks like you can just pick at random.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 27, 2016 20:05:15 GMT -4
Edward picked number five and knocked on the door to see if anyone is inside.
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Post by katt on Oct 27, 2016 20:16:07 GMT -4
Silence. You can almost swear you still hear the buzzing in your ears. Light creeps under the crack in the door suggesting someone left not too long ago or they've quickly popped out due to the fact that most of the other dressing rooms don't have lights on. The door is unlocked, there's no need to shoot it.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 27, 2016 20:57:22 GMT -4
Edward comes inside and locks the door. He searches the place and ransacks it for any sort of incriminating evidence.
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Post by katt on Oct 27, 2016 21:10:17 GMT -4
While searching the place you find a bunch of legal documents belonging to "Nova" showing the transaction of a large sum off money from an offshore account to what looks like to Nova's account. There also seems to be selection of knick-knacks (Shiny rocks, small statues of different animals carved from precious stones and lots of expensive jewelry) that don't appear to be much apart from a sealed bag of a unrecognizable green powder and some sort of dagger with runes carved into it. These same runes are carved into the back of the door and around the the mirror. Leaning against the mirror is a photo dated from back in the early nineties of a family standing outside their home.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 27, 2016 21:39:45 GMT -4
Okay, take... Take... Take... Photograph that stuff... Exit stage left.
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Post by katt on Oct 27, 2016 21:55:28 GMT -4
As you head offstage a guard, that guy who checked your ID at the door stops you: "There's been an attempted robbery inside, the perimeter's on lock down. Inform the others around site and try not to rile up the public, that lot" He's referring to the Messengers here. "Haven't been informed yet, the show starts in five minutes and we can't afford delaying it"
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 27, 2016 22:00:23 GMT -4
Time for some hostage taking. "Alright." Edward looks for a bathroom.
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Post by katt on Oct 27, 2016 22:02:27 GMT -4
There's a block next to the showers that you visited earlier this day but there's also some by the main entrance and some by the merchandise stalls.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 27, 2016 22:13:26 GMT -4
He entered the one nearest to him and soon took out his phone, and called his French handler.
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Post by katt on Oct 28, 2016 8:58:10 GMT -4
The network around here is kinda dodgy yet after a few tedious rings your contact picks up.
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 28, 2016 9:05:24 GMT -4
"This is Edward. I've got evidence on these people but I'm trapped. There is a lockdown and the performance starts in the minutes. What do I do?"
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Post by katt on Oct 28, 2016 9:13:33 GMT -4
"Hold your position for now GΓ©raud, lay low and observe at a distance. If the lockdown hasn't been removed in thirty six hours then we'll send someone in to retrieve you"
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 28, 2016 9:26:57 GMT -4
"Thirty six hours!? How about no!" Edward put his phone away, and headed towards the front entrance, where the crowds are.
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Post by katt on Oct 28, 2016 14:36:40 GMT -4
The place is now packed, the excited screams of thousands as they watch huge projector that shows a countdown: "20,19,18,17,16-" is almost overwhelming, there's only one light onstage which is a spotlight.
"14,13,12,11,10,9-"
Thick white smoke starts to appear out of nowhere from where the spot light is, spreading outwards.
"8,7,6,5,4-"
Is that... is that the buzzing noise?
"3!"
The lights begin to flicker, the smoke crackles with electricity and turns dark, becoming like the shadows you've seen before in /that/ room-
"2!"
The buzzing noise is inside your skull, like a swarm of hornets pounding at your brain, destroying you completely-
"1!"
For a split second the world seems to explode into white light then, as your eyes refocus, you see the first the first Messenger, silhouetted against a blinding torrent of light that shines from the hands of a woman that stands behind him. Even though he doesn't open his mouth his words vibrate around the arena with such force that the majority of people fall silence in awe. Slowly your brain registers them.
"THIS. IS THE. HALLOWED"
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Post by The Villa Strangiato on Oct 28, 2016 15:14:38 GMT -4
Edward grabs a random concert goer and pulls out his pistol and puts the concert goer in a chokehold. "Freeze!"
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