Planning:
In the center of a dark and dusty warehouse stood a group of figures, clustered around a table covered in schematics and plans.
“At last, half our work has been leading to this moment!” giggled the figure at the head of the table. His luminescent purple hair shaking as he rubbed his hands together in glee. “Alright buttercups! Listen up, if we mess up on this next step, all my plans will have been for naught! Glob!” He exclaimed, pointing a pair of finger guns at the goblin woman across the table from him, “Hit us with what ya gots for us!”
The goblin, let out a raspy sigh, “Its Globmabog, Saiduque. Anyway, my contacts with the crime syndicates were able to get me a small vial of high concentrate source energy. I was going to use this in order to open a portal into the domain of Narcian, the Angelic Lord. If the information Saiduque has given me is correct, I have reason to believe he has what we need somewhere in his vaults. Since the only place where we can directly link to Narcian’s plane is the central square of the Celestial City, we are going to need to have some sort of distraction.” Having finished her thoughts, Globmabog returned her focus to Saiduque.
Running his snake like tongue across his jagged pointed teeth, Saiduque slid his eyes over the other members of the group. Suddenly, he clapped his hands together and launched himself into an animated stance, “so, who wants to run a party here in the city while the rest of us raid the vault of the most powerful angel in all reality?”
A slender woman, dressed in the height of imperial fashion glanced up briefly from cleaning a pair of pistols and tilted back her bowler cap a coy smirk spreading across her purple painted lips, “Now den, normally I’d be of half a mind to run that kind of shindig, but given last time I made any kind of scene in a town square, I ended up in a prison cell, I’m thinkin a hard pass”
A small, almost emaciated halfling girl suddenly let out a series of wet disgusting sounding coughs before retching up a pool of blood. Globmabog rushed to the girl’s side and began rubbing her shoulders. “Uhm, s-sorry. . .” spoke the halfling softly, “Neither of us are confident in our a-ability t-to effectively operate on our o-own just yet. . . Be-besides,” she tapped the side of her head with a bloodied finger leaving a red splotch in her blond hair, “H-he has no love of angels and would like to be a part of the heist”
Globmabog made a quick clicking noise with her tongue, “That’s quite alright Hazel” she croaked softly, “I wouldn’t trust leaving you alone with that demon in your skull anyway.”
Hazel nodded her thanks to Globmabogs words, her ragged breathing slowing back to normal.
The group slowly turned their attention to the last figure at the table. A woman dressed in a stately white dress, with a frilly hat affixed with several red roses and her face obscured by a linen veil.
A thick and harsh accent emerged from behind the veil, both seductive and commanding. “Verry weell, I shall make arrangements in ze city. Give me 36 hours and I vill have made enough allies to make for a most excellent distraction.”
Saiduque smiled “I thought you might be the monster for the job doctor!” He launched himself through the air, slapping Doctor Tatsuya firmly on the back, “Now, get moving, the rest of us can figure out the plan for what we’ll do once we’re inside the vault while you get started working on that distraction!”
Giving a terse non and with the faint sound of many tiny feet clicking upon the concrete floor, the doctor quickly walked to the door of the warehouse and disappeared onto the streets of the city.