A Mischievous Conspiracy

[17:14] Akin to most of the Razuka's experiments he'd soon shoulder Rinn's Retort before aiming it at the empty space before him. Drawing in a slow breath the lime-green strings of mana once more build upon the barrel's muzzle; a satisfying CLICK! resounding before a stained glass rendition of the very factory and gateway carves its way on the world.

All under, of course, a chorus of pained otherworldly screams as the distance is torn in two.

"Now! Let's get ta business..." Stavros declared, ushering his kin through the stained glass before them. Upon touch the glass seems to shatter and fragment easily, only to repair itself behind each person that waltzed on through.

Drifting on through after everyone else had passed the threshold the Riftmancer ran a hand through his hair. "Alriiighty then... Arty? Floor's yours," he'd murmur. Sienna beads seem to driftlazily towards the contraption amongst the northern wall of the factory to study those pre-placed runes.

Sadly the art still took a toll on of his circuitry...
(Stavros Task)
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[17:18] Artemis confidently, having no doubt as to Stavros' ability, walks through the pane of ethereal stained glass that leads right into the heart of the factory- her factory, technically.

The screams? Simply music to her ears.

On their arrival, after shaking off some initial disorientation, the Hyene paces to the opposite side of the table. Behind her, framing her silhouette, is a great gate. Intricately crafted and foreboding.

"The gate's completed, finally. The runework laid, the circuits inspected, the gems attuned-"

From her person she takes the treasured gauntlet, a grisly thing with claws and four faintly glowing gems of multiple hues resting across its knuckles and the back of the palm.

"Which means...Here. We have what we need to finish the job. For good. If you all are willing to help me. If not? I understand. It is not likely to be the...safest pursuit.

But it will be amusing, I'm sure."
(Artemis Task)
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[17:22] That was new. The whole rifting thing, but weird things were rather common with Razuka, so why should the rodent be surprised that one of his buddies can open a rift, and just WHOOSH them to someplace new.

Gav just chuckles at the screams.

"Astoundin'." He mutters, as he struts on over towards a seat, before rather casually plopping himself down onto it, as he kicked his feet up onto the table.

Beady sienna eyes would drift over towards Artemis, as she spoke, slowly nodding his head along with her words to signify that he was indeed listening. Once she had said her peace, that's when the rodent would finally chime in.

"Safety? When have I ever cared about safety. Ya' said there's a city that needs to burn, and by Septia, that's all I needed to hear."

"So, what's tha plan?"
(Gavriil)
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[17:22] Trik had never gone through a rift portal before. The intense feel of it before him, the sensation of simply stepping through reality, and of course, the screaming. The endless screaming. However, Trik comes not alone but with his own brand of horrid experiments. The fleshy abominations of what were once men, now cruel mockeries of his own form.

From the demented mind that thought itself destined ruler of the world.

Of course, he had no idea why they were here, only that they were. The details of their plan were unknown to him but he reckoned it had to do with Artemis' desire for revenge. Revenge against the city that killed her brother. One death would not be enough, it was more now.

"Ack, gah! Strange-odd sensation! Not sure how to feel-feel about that travel! But all is good-good! Trik ready to fight-attack! But... err.. Trik… Trik not know-know the plan."

Of course, the word safety wasn't in his dictionary. After all, what did he care about the safety of others? All it did was slow down progress.
(Trik Gutterrunner)
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[17:23] It wasn't the first time he'd eyed the runes once or twice. Whilst they were initially placed to bend towards the gauntlet wielder's specifications they could surely be overwritten. For Riftmancy it never mattered how the runes were set, no.

The desire behind them is what mattered most.

"If we want it ta stay open then I'll need ta rewrite some of 'em, but--"

A later worry. Raising a singular gloved hand he'd wave that thought away dismissively. There were far more pressing concerns on the alchemist's mind than simple glyphs and runes.

Leaning lightly upon the desk in front of him the Razuka chimed, "S'for family that was taken unrightfully. As tha otha two said so, Arty, what'cha got planned?..

Septia knows I'm already in."
(Stavros Task)
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[17:33] Artemis splays her hands out on the table, bringing up diagrams of construction and runes-those which, if inspected, closely correlated to those of the gate that stood behind her, looming.

"And that's what we're here to discuss," she remarks to Trik with a nod, already smirking as those gathered seem, so far, to be in assent.

There were cities to burn. Vengeance to get. But, above all, limits to push. A hunger to pursue.

"The gate behind me is a doorway. A doorway to three realms, as begun by Dun Task. And this..." she gestures to the gauntlet with its affixed gemstones.

"Is the key to it. Through these crystals the holder can open the portal to any of the four realms. Ifraheim, Terraheim, Uraheim. Or Helheim."

There's a pause after the last is spoken. She glances over to the archway as if it might spring to life already. It doesn't.

"The idea is this. To set up the archway in the Fireblooded Temple here, in the heart of the city. Then, when the time is right. We open it to Helheim. And we have it stay open." A gesture is paid Stavros' way, as he's the one to speak first on it.

"We'll need a sufficient distraction. I know Tonak is planning a dance or something at his establishment. If it can be done in time...that would be perfect. If not. We can manage.

I value all of your opinions. Highly. You're family. If you have thoughts, please speak them. But these are mine."
(Artemis Task)
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[17:40] Trik tapped his cheek, debating on what was going forth. After all, if she sought to bring such powerful ruin, it was likely that they would need a big distraction. To hear that the gate could be opened to one such place and set loose the horrors of another world? Why, Trik salivated at the thought of being able to get his hands on what may come forth.

Who knew what potent and foul things could be used to enhance his own art.

He had an idea, a crazy one, but it would let him distract the city at the dance.

"Trik can get Dax to fight-kill at dance, yes-yes. Send-send with Trik's creations-makings. Should also help distract-inhibit. Can also go to help plot-plan work. Give distraction-diversion!"

Another bite upon the toxic ore within his hand. Granted, he would prefer to stay far away from that many people, but even then? Who knew what might be needed to keep all at the party and away from their machinations.
(Trik Gutterrunner)
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[17:41] Beady sienna hues drifted away from someone he considered to be a sister, and over towards the gateway behind her. A frown graces the rodents features for a moment, before shaking his head.

Someone else had made something this cool, and it bothered him far more than it should.

Yet, this was apart of Artemis' plans, so his usual cheery demeanor would resurface, as his attention shifted over towards Artemis' gauntlet. The key to this particular rift gate, before a slow nod of his head would follow.

"This city is full of degenerates."

A nod follows.

"I think it'd be for the best to use that against 'em. Let 'em go fuck around with their maids, and while they're all distracted we unleash Hel upon 'em."

The rodent's grin would seem to widen, as he inched out of his chair a bit. As he began to vividly imagine the sight of Theria in flames.

"And if anyone gets in ourway, I think we're more than capable of puttin' 'em down." Then a thought crosses his mind. "Yer' just able to open up the portal to Helheim right? Ya' don't need anythin' extra..?"

A thought crosses his mind. A way to assist, should it be needed, but one that may require him to do something... Annoying.

Alas.

"But yeh. Let's fuck shit up."
(Gavriil)
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[17:44] Vengeance was a dish best served flaming hot as opposed to the general opinion. Theria was cold enough as is, and if they wanted to do well by the other Tasks before them? Might as well make it Helish.

Shaded eyes stare down at the schematics for a moment or two. It wasn't far from what he'd laid out rune-wise, and with what was planned? None of his scrying would be hard.

His gaze lifts from the pages long enough for the other Razuka to spill their opinions outward. Sienna beads stare towards the doors as if waiting for someone to enter - Only to remember just how far the snowcapped mountains had fallen into slumber.

"Maybe we should stop by 'n' ask Tonak 'bout his plans for tha dance lata on. Double check 'n' plan for tha date, y'know? Jus' ta make sure shit goes right. Septia knows this place s'... Transfixed in sleep these days."

Sienna beads do dip towards Trik however,"I ain't wanna put too much of our family on tha line... If ya really think Dax might not be able ta hold 'em off long 'nuff though? We'll figure somethin' out.

I'll supply tha Sylavanum ta really get us kickin'... Yet- Escapin'. S'my issue. I ain't leavin' 'til I see every last 'un of ya pass through a Rift or see a signal." Stavros' hidden gaze drifts between those gathered before he chimes, "That undastood?"
(Stavros Task)
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[17:50] Best served not only hot, but raw and bleeding. A tantalizing dish that has been many a year in the making. Ruin, chaos, destruction. Something more satisfying than shattering doors or furniture at parties.

Her grind spreads all the wider, to something malevolent and manic. There's a barely restrained cackle as each Razuka offers pieces to fall into place.

"That. Would be a fine distraction," she muses, rumbling as she envisions the mayhem.

"It is. I'm less worried about the degeneracy. This is about how this place has wronged me. How complacent and indolent it's become. This was meant to be a city of freedom and conquest now it's...this." Never had a word been said with such an underpinning of disgust as she gestures vaguely about with a sneer.

"The portal can be opened. Keeping it open is one thing. You and Stavros have runes and artificery at your command, I assume, to make it happen. If you have extra? Be my guest. More fuel for the fire.

"I can speak to Tonak after we're through here. You can come with me, dear, to be sure we hear it right. He's wanting father's old notes anyhow. He can have the dead man's scribbles if he wants them." They had served their purpose to her. Just like the rest of this place.

"Going yourself there might not be the best idea. Once the legions of Helheim are here, I make no guarantees about controlling them. The idea is to open the gate and leave so they can do their work. As Stavros says. All our family leaves safely."

Artemis won't have Theria take another single soul from her if she can help it.
(Artemis Task)
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[17:51] Best served not only hot, but raw and bleeding. A tantalizing dish that has been many a year in the making. Ruin, chaos, destruction. Something more satisfying than shattering doors or furniture at parties.

Her grind spreads all the wider, to something malevolent and manic. There's a barely restrained cackle as each Razuka offers pieces to fall into place.

"That. Would be a fine distraction," she muses, rumbling as she envisions the mayhem.

"It is. I'm less worried about the degeneracy. This is about how this place has wronged me. How complacent and indolent it's become. This was meant to be a city of freedom and conquest now it's...this." Never had a word been said with such an underpinning of disgust as she gestures vaguely about with a sneer.

"The portal can be opened. Keeping it open is one thing. You and Stavros have runes and artificery at your command, I assume, to make it happen. If you have extra? Be my guest. More fuel for the fire.

I can speak to Tonak after we're through here. You can come with me, dear, to be sure we hear it right. He's wanting father's old notes anyhow. He can have the dead man's scribbles if he wants them." They had served their purpose to her. Just like the rest of this place.

"Going yourself there might not be the best idea. Once the legions of Helheim are here, I make no guarantees about controlling them. The idea is to open the gate and leave so they can do their work. As Stavros says. All our family leaves safely."

Artemis won't have Theria take another single soul from her if she can help it.
(Artemis Task)
(Artemis Task)
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[17:55] Artemis arches a brow over at Miranu.
(Artemis Task)
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[17:57] A finger would move to prod at his chin, as Artemis' words reached his oversized ears.

Something more.

"Aye. I think I got somethin' in mind." It seems like he may be needing to pay a visit to a certain someone a bit later. "But yeh. Seems like a good enough idea to me."

A thumbs up would be flashed, as his gaze drifts over towards the new comer, before quickly flickering back to Artemis.

"So, did ya' want this gauntlet to do anythin' flashy?" His finger would prod at his chin. "Like ya' know. T'match yer' other one. Cause I mean, ya' have two hands, might as well have a gauntlet one each of 'em."

A sagely nod follows.

"This one can do more lightnin' shit though."
(Gavriil)
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[17:59] Truth be told he hadn't thought of that. Tapping his lower lip he'd narrow his gaze between the family he'd collected. Honestly, he wasn't expecting them to be this widespread with knowledge.

Lips part briefly to say something before those radar-dish ears turn towards the sudden steps. A shaded gaze drifts towards Miranu… Only to cringe lightly at the attire.

"How in tha Hel do ya all walk 'round like that..? Seriously," Stavros scoffed before returning to the matter at hand.

"But yeh, I can prolly toss in my two-cents with tha gauntlet. Figure havin' some form of mana battery on 'un of 'em would work ratha well. Y'know- So that way ya ain't gonna get tired 'n' all when ya castin'."

Function over form after all.
(Stavros Task)
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[18:03] Trik was gnawing on his chunk of blue mercury, debating what to do next. Around him milled the creatures of his own make, their grotesque gazes looking about. It was all a fascinating plan, something he wasn't familiar with but his expertise was more on the personal side of things, less spiritual.

Can't poison a spirit.

Of course, their meeting interrupted! The gaze of his kin brought over to a new person, golden eyes blinking at the woman in the maid's outfit. A pause as he silenced his statement before starting again, shifting uncomfortably, "Err... Geh, ack... What... What bring woman-thing here?"

Trik did terribly under pressure and stress.

This was starting to become a stressful situation with a lot of pressure.
(Trik Gutterrunner)
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[18:04] Artemis nods slowly, as each expert gives their advice. "I see. Lightning would be good. Something to match the set and make more sense for me- but really I'd thought to pass it on to Leonidas," she remarks.

Then, more fully, she looks to Miranu.

"Can we help you?"
(Artemis Task)
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[18:07] Miranu had came down the steps accidently stumbling in on a meeting. She only let out a soft sigh especially once Stavros asked their question.
"It's only walking and not like I'm fighting in this. Simply put..it's rather easy." After she was finish she look over to Artemis.

"Truth be told I was just seeing who happen to be using the place. I'll take my leave now." Without saying anything else she begins heading off.
(Miranu)
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[18:08] Artemis Task says, "Mmn. I'm putting it to use best as I can. With a better power source here soon."
[18:08] Artemis Task asks, "You are well, I take it?"
[18:08] Miranu says, "Indeed I am.~"
[18:09] Artemis Task asks, "Good. I'm getting finished here. But could you let Uncle Tonak know I have something for him later, please?"
[18:09] Miranu says, "Indeed. The original owner of the factory would be happy to see it's still being put to good use."
[18:09] Artemis Task says, "Mm...I'm sure he would be."
[18:09] Artemis frowns, for a moment.
(Artemis Task)
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[18:09] Artemis Task says, "I can only hope to honor his memory."
[18:09] Miranu says, "The orignal owner was a girl."
[18:10] Artemis Task says, "I was referring to my brother. Hades. Whom owned it before me."
[18:10] Artemis Task says, "So..."
[18:10] Artemis Task asks, "Anyhow...Gavriil. How many crystals do you think you'll need? Or would we need something greater?"
[18:10] Miranu says, "Hehe."
[18:11] Gavriil says, "Stav said he had so-"
[18:11] Gavriil takes a deep breath.
(Gavriil)
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[18:11] Gavriil says, "Fuuuuck."
[18:11] Gavriil says, "That was close."
[18:11] Artemis Task says, "..."
[18:11] Artemis Task asks, "Why don't we take the gate. And head back to the hideout?"
[18:11] Artemis Task says, "Just in case."
[18:11] Trik Gutterrunner says, "...."
[18:11] Gavriil says, "Betta' safe than sorry."
[18:11] Artemis Task says, "You call can inspect it there. And then we can move it on the day."
[18:11] Trik Gutterrunner exclaims, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
[18:11] Stavros Task says, "Yeh...- Yeh, might be best.--"
[18:11] Artemis Task says, "--"
[18:11] Trik Gutterrunner exclaims, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
[18:11] Stavros Task exclaims, "TRIK! TRIK S'OK!"
[18:11] Gavriil gives Trik a brief pat on the back.
(Gavriil)
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[18:12] Gavriil says, "Yer' fine, lad."
[18:12] Trik Gutterrunner says, "WHAT THE FUCK-FUCK."
[18:12] Stavros shuffles his Nyeshk rock in front of the Gutterrunner.
(Stavros Task)
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[18:12] Trik Gutterrunner says, "TRIK WAS ABOUT TO PAINT-COVER ROOM RED."
[18:12] Stavros Task exclaims, "Gnaw, bud, gnaw!"
[18:12] Trik Gutterrunner says, "WITH WOMAN-THING BLOOD."
[18:12] Trik Gutterrunner says, "IT IS METAPHOR."
[18:12] Artemis Task says, "I almost wish you had..."
[18:12] Trik Gutterrunner says, "FOR MURDER-KILL."
[18:12] Artemis Task asks, "Stavros? My dear? Can you see us back?"
[18:12] Artemis Task says, "Let's...grab the gate. It's heavy. But I think with all of us we can manage."
[18:13] Stavros Task says, "Yeh-- Yeh, I can... We takin' tha whole thing? If so I can prolly open it up wide 'nuff."
[18:13] Stavros Task asks, "Base or den?"
[18:13] Trik takes hold of whatever ore he could, shoving it into his mouth. Aggressively gnawing follows.
(Trik Gutterrunner)
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[18:13] Artemis Task says, "Wherever you think is safest. Maybe the Den."
[18:16] Holding a light hum he'd mull over his options. Barsburg surely knew where the hideout was, so perhaps the Den wasn't a terrible idea. He'd just have to make sure Misha and her children knew not to touch the damned thing.

Septia forbid they send Misha into Helheim or elsewhere.

Popping over the desk he'd flick two switches upon the railgun; innards within it soon become exposed as a swelling of metaphysical magic coats its insides.

Once more he settles the Rift upon the nearby wall. A low grumbling escapes him, surely, as more of his circuitry is abused for a while as the thin lime-green mana peels and spreads along the stones like a pancake.

Amidst the screaming of the world, however, they're sure to bare witness a stained glass rendition of a dimly lit Firefox Den. Home. The place where he'd long since held a party for Yersin and his kin - The start of his drug production.

There's almost a softness to those tired features, but regardless the Riftmancer's gaze drifts towards the others. "Pick it up... Carry it through. I'll be in shortly."

It's only after they enter that he follows along.
(Stavros Task)
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[18:18] It's a big gate. It's terribly heavy, but between the three magi surely they can manage. Two pugilists and a Trik, and whatever...tricks he had up his sleeves.

Artemis crouches and lifts up a corner of the great construct, shimmying it through the Rift- hopefully with the help of the others.
(Artemis Task)