Reverb's new clique (brotherhood stuff)

<TreeDm>: As we left off, the group had finished breakfast as well as were introduced to the newest member of the brotherhood, Creeper. They still remain in the mess hall, and Treeneto has informed them that he has a mission for those who are so obliged. He awaits in the meeting room.
<TreeDm>: Blink has since disappeared at the thought of a mission, a cowardly man that one. Lamia and Troglodyte have returned to their duties elsewhere.
<TreeDm>: So, the floor is open.
Reverb realizes she's stuck with the weird computer virus thing
<Creeper>: [I remember that Creeper said hello to everyone already.]
<Creeper>: [So I think we're waiting for Tree to come back and brief.
<TreeDm>: Treeneto awaits for the recruits to come to seek the mission
<TreeDm>: [he's in the meeting room and told ya fellas to come to him]
<TreeDm>: [you're still in the mess hall after sloppily eating the food that lamia made without thanking him]
<TreeDm>: [ya joirks]
<Reverb>: Ugh, better not keep the plank waiting. Time to get going.
<Creeper>: "I suppose my introduction has come to an end." Creeper says calmly, turning around and walking off into the hallway with a quiet set of clicking footsteps.
<Creeper>: Jet sighs once Creeper's out of the room "Ugh, I've got a bad feeling about him..." he mumbles.
<Reverb>: You're not the only one Jet. Remember, watch your words around him, he's a sneaky one.
<Creeper>: Jet nods silently, getting up out of his seat.
<Reverb>: Reverb stands up, and begins to walk to the meeting room.
<TreeDm>: In the meeting room, Treeneto stands as he usually does, a screen is behind him showing a map. It shows Mongolia, more specifically the city of Ulan Bator. He remains silent as they enter, waiting for them to take their seats
<Creeper>: Creeper climbs into a seat, and rests his body on the seat. His legs droop down and relax, going almost limp.
<Creeper>: Jet walks in with Reverb, and takes a seat away from Creeper.
<Reverb>: Reverb sits by Jet without a word.
<TreeDm>: "Now, if this is all who are coming, lets begin the briefing" Treeneto says, Papa Wolf can be seen leaning against a wall wearing a rather bulky looking vest with wires slightly visible
<TreeDm>: "This is Ulan Bator, the capital of Mongolia. Until recently, the city was of little note, its mutant population living beside the humans peacefully in continued stagnation"
<TreeDm>: "Until recently. It seems that in what seems to be under a few months, the city has seen some changes. Its usual drab has given way to technological spires and wealth. Crime given way to peace. And mutants completely erased from existence"
<TreeDm>: "The city itself totes that it is "the way of the future" and "the safe haven from the infected". This is most disconcerting, especially considering the overnight disappearance of its mutant population"
<Reverb>: And you think it might have something to do with that ship we attacked recently?
<TreeDm>: "Yes. A large amount of the prisoners of the ship were mongolians. We would have been able to know what was happening, but they are completely wiped of their memory of it"
<TreeDm>: "Surveillance on the country has turned up nothing."
<TreeDm>: "Not even my divine insight could find just how or who was doing this. All we know is that the mutants of Mongolia are all ending up dead or sold to men like Roberts, while the country itself claims to be the most peaceful place on the planet"
<TreeDm>: "This cannot continue"
<TreeDm>: "But, luckily, we have a lead. At least one of the prisoners out of the hundreds we rescued remembered one man from before the shipping"
<TreeDm>: "Claimed he saw a man with staircase eyes in Ulan Bator"
<TreeDm>: "I do not know what this means, he could not properly describe"
<Creeper>: "And where would that 'prisoner' be now?" asks Creeper.
<TreeDm>: "The prisoner is currently in the medical bay, seeking help. We are trying to break the apparent spell he and the others are under"
<TreeDm>: "But, here is your mission. You will go to Ulan Bator, and find the man with the staircase eyes. Our good friend Wolf here will make sure that the authorities are preoccupied"
<Creeper>: "Spell? Now there's magic involved too?" Jet asks.
<Reverb>: ...staircase... eyes?
<TreeDm>: "Yes, possibly, and yes"
<TreeDm>: "What staircase eyes /are/ is something I have yet to find out"
<TreeDm>: "Any more questions?"
<Creeper>: Jet strokes his chin, thinking about the 'staircase eyes' riddle. Creeper looks around the room "How about transportation? How will we be getting there?" he asks.
<TreeDm>: "I will teleport you there, as per usual. Cannot risk using a jet or the like to get there, would take too long and leave a trail"
<TreeDm>: "With luck, you will find and capture the man with the staircase eyes and I will teleport you out"
<TreeDm>: "If you find any possible information on what is happening to the city or the country, bring it to me"
<Creeper>: "Remarkable..." Creeper says quietly with a small 'smile'.
<TreeDm>: Papa Wolf stands by the door, ready to lead them out when they are ready. You notice that he has no sword with him, surprising for a swordsman alongside the blocky vest he wears
<TreeDm>: "Anything more?"
<Creeper>: Jet shakes his head "I don't think so..."
<Reverb>: I don't have any questions.
<TreeDm>: "Then, good luck in Ulan Bator"
<Creeper>: Creeper gets up out of his seat and makes his way towards Papa Wolf.
<TreeDm>: Treeneto raises his hand, a glow of divine light comes from it and spreads out through the room in a quick flash. Creeper, Jet, Reverb, and Papa Wolf find themselves now in a city in broad daylight. Around them seems to be a high end technological cityscape.
<Creeper>: Jet looks around, his eyes adjusting to the light "Ugh, it's bright here..." he mutters, rubbing his eyes.
<TreeDm>: Everything is spotless and clean. You wouldn't have guessed that this was the capital of Mongolia, of all places.
<Creeper>: Creeper looks around, taking in all the technology around him. A 'grin' stretches onto his face "All this data..." he mutters softly.
<TreeDm>: People go about their business as usual, all of them incredibly happy looking. Of all the buildings, a skyscraper in the very center of the city stands out to you, shining in the sun.
<TreeDm>: Welcome to Ulan Bator, a sign says in english. In fact, everything is in english.
<Reverb>: Keep it under control, Creeper, we don't want to bring attention to ourselves.
<TreeDm>: "Well..." Papa Wolf grunts "I guess I'll let you kids get to it. I have a package to deliver"
<TreeDm>: "Ask around town, I guess" he looks at Creeper "And... you know what I'll let you figure out how to keep /it/ under cover"
<Creeper>: "...Heh." he chuckles, composing himself "Ye of little faith." he taunts.
<Creeper>: "I'm going to look around for information on my own." he adds.
<Reverb>: Don't expect us to bail you out if you get in trouble.
<TreeDm>: "What the girl said" Papa Wolf says as he walks off into the city, towards the large skyscraper
<Creeper>: He makes a curt laugh "Cute. I'll find you two later." he says. He hunkers down, and suddenly takes a huge leap upwards into the air, quietly landing onto a high rooftop.
<Creeper>: Jet nervously watches as he leaps off "Holy..."
<Reverb>: One of these days... pow, right in the kisser.
<Reverb>: Nothing too fancy, just a quick right hook to make a believer outta him.
<Creeper>: Jet smiles a little "I'm sure THAT'D work." he chuckles.
<Creeper>: Once out of sight, Creeper finds the nearest piece of technology, and disappears into it.
*** Creeper is now known as Jet_Isaacs
<Reverb>: So... staircase eyes, yes?
<Jet_Isaacs>: "Yeah... I was thinking though..."
<Jet_Isaacs>: "What if by 'staircase' he's got spiral eyes?" he asks
<Jet_Isaacs>: "Like, a spiral staircase?"
<Reverb>: I dunno, something's makin' me think more like several eyes, like a staircase.
<Reverb>: Of course, the kindling might just be toying with us.
<Jet_Isaacs>: "But why would he do that?" he asks "I mean, what could he gain from us yucking it up out here?"
<Reverb>: ...What if, we're the distraction, not Wolf?
<Jet_Isaacs>: "What, we'd be distacting people by going around saying "I'm looking for a guy with wierd eyes"?" he asks, scratching his head "I don't really see how that'd work..."
<Reverb>: Well, I don't know, but we might as well find Mr. Staircase.
<Jet_Isaacs>: "I uh... I was kinda kidding when I was saying that we'd ask everyone "i'm looking for a guy with weird eyes"..." he mumbles.
<Jet_Isaacs>: "You got any ideas?"
<Reverb>: Hmm, we probably won't get any cooperation from these upstanding citizens, so only one thing for it; the slums, the underbelly of this city.
<Jet_Isaacs>: "Sounds fun." he says flatly, but with a small smile.
<Reverb>: Oh yeah, thieves, killers and hookers. Fun times.
<Reverb>: Just because a city looks clean, doesn't mean it is. Rome wasn't built in a day and all that.
<Jet_Isaacs>: "Yaaay." he sighs jokingly.
<Jet_Isaacs>: "Well then, we'd better get moving. I've got a bad feeling about this place, so I don't wanna stay here too long..."
<Reverb>: Agreed, let's get moving. But stay close too.
<TreeDm>: The city itself seems to stay perfect for a while, but across a river on the outskirts, you can see the run down old buildings with camp yurts all around it, this small area seems to be the slum of the city.
<TreeDm>: It seems like they've purposely segregated all of the poorer folks to the shanty neighborhood across the river
<Reverb>: No wonder this place looks nice, they just swept all their problems to the side. How... typical.
Jet_Isaacs>: Jet frowns "Jeez..." he mumbles.
<TreeDm>: [now go to the creepy ass slum part of the city, do eeet]
<Reverb>: ...Welp, we won't get anywhere dancing around, just gotta dive in.
<Jet_Isaacs>: He takes a breath and nods "Also, we probably shouldn't use our powers unless there's an emergency. Ya know, with all the mutants gone missing."
<Reverb>: That's a good idea. Just make sure to keep your eyes peeled.
<Jet_Isaacs>: Jet starts walking ahead across a bridge over the river.
<Reverb>: Reverb follows Jet, adjusting her headphones for some relative quiet.
<TreeDm>: as they walk across the bridge and into the slum, they see that all of the signs change to mongolian. between the yurt tents set up and the actual buildings, open markets litter the street with a large bustle. it is a crowded place, the buildings having neon signs up advertising things you cannot read.
<Jet_Isaacs>: "Aaaand here's the first problem."
<TreeDm>: the people you see look destitute, but there is something specially off about them. their skin, all of them seem to have sparse what seem to be scales and growths on them
<TreeDm>: standing out from the crowds is what you can assume are the police officers. their spotless white uniforms. they walk and the people move out of the way quickly. over their mouth seems to be a paper wrapped all the way around their head like a headband. these have strange runes on them
<Reverb>: Well, we just have to pull through and figure something out.
<TreeDm>: you two seem to stand out. being that both of you obviously aren't from around here.
<Jet_Isaacs>: Jet grimaces "Oh jeez. They look like coppers." he says.
<Jet_Isaacs>: "Where should we...?"
<Jet_Isaacs>: He looks around looking for someplace to move.
<Reverb>: Just move, keep out of sight for now.
<TreeDm>: One thing you note, there are a lot of the officers. They scan through the crowds like a hawk.
<Jet_Isaacs>: Jet nods and takes Reverb's hand, scuttling quickly down through an alleyway and out of sight.
<TreeDm>: down the alleyway you see a few what seem to be bums sleeping against the walls, except one who is wide awake and seems to be dreadfully fearful of the two of you
<Reverb>: Here, wait a sec.
<TreeDm>: the man afraid of you, upon closer inspection, seems to lack the skin condition.
<TreeDm>: his legs, however, look like they've seen some damage. its obvious this man cannot walk
<Reverb>: Okay, Mongolia... main languages are Mongolian and... hmm...
<Reverb>: Reverb takes a step closer to the man.
<Reverb>: "Вы понимаете английский?"
<Jet_Isaacs>: Jet cocks a brow, listening to her talk.
<TreeDm>: "Yes! Yes!" he seems to be trying to claw away from her
<Reverb>: "Fine, we're not here to hurt you."
<TreeDm>: "Please leave me be!" he begs, his english obviously isn't very good. you get the impression he only knows it because its the main cities language
<TreeDm>: he isn't listening very well, either. he's terrified
<Reverb>: Ugh, of all languages I had to be rusty in Mongolian... uhh...
<Jet_Isaacs>: Jet frowns a little, then walks slowly over to them. He squats down and gives a small smile "Hey, it's okay, we're not here to hurt ya!" he sa
<Jet_Isaacs>: "Now, let's start over. Hi, I'm Jet!" he says, holding out his hand for a handshake.
<TreeDm>: "You are not from here. You're from the city, speak english. Working for the tall ones! Please, leave me be" he continues to scrap
<TreeDm>: The man looks at him terrified, then grabs his hand. Jet almost immediately feels strength drained from him, yellow energy pulsing from Jet's hand into the homeless man's. The man bulks up, gaining muscle and his legs seem to heal, then he gets up to run.
<TreeDm>: He's a mutant.
<Reverb>: Well, shit.
<Jet_Isaacs>: Jet yelps, quickly pulling his arm back "Shoot!" he hisses "This is what I get for trying to be nice!"
<Reverb>: Nah, whoever these cops are they got the population spooked to all hell.
<TreeDm>: the homeless man legs it down the alleyway, then turns and from his mouth what seems to be a yellow beam shoots out and just barely misses Reverb. it cuts through the wall like nothing. he continues running
<TreeDm>: [http://powerlisting.wikia.com/wiki/Corona_Breath http://powerlisting.wikia.com/wiki/Strength_Theft ]
<Jet_Isaacs>: "Okay, what do I do? I don't wanna hurt the guy!" he says worriedly.
<Reverb>: "Oh, now he's asking for it. I'm gonna tear his arms off and..." Reverb trails off as she chases the man, dragging Jet with her.
<Jet_Isaacs>: "Whoa whoa!" he yelps "You said so yourself, the fella's just spooked!"
<TreeDm>: The man continues running down the obscenely long alleyway, leaping over a fence in a single bound and continuing
<Reverb>: Well now he just shot at me, so his head is mine.
<Jet_Isaacs>: "I jus- Lemme try again." he says. He wriggles free of Reverb's grip, and speeds off after the guy, easily catching up and zipping in front of him. He brings his hands up over his head when he stops in front of him "I don't want no trouble!"
<TreeDm>: The man crashes into him, desperate. He falls over onto the ground.
<Jet_Isaacs>: Jet doesn't fall over, having planted his feet into the ground. He sighs, keeping his hands up "Look, I told you, we're not here to hurt you and we're not from the city!" he says a softly "We're just looking for info, is all!"
<TreeDm>: "Then what are you?" he scrabbles across the floor, he seems afraid to continue on
<Jet_Isaacs>: "It's kinda a secret. But I promise, I'm not here to hurt you. Here." he says, holding out his hand "I know that you can do that... thing from before." he says.
<TreeDm>: the man looks at him, terrified. he takes his hand

<TreeDm>: [GOTCHA BITCH]
<TreeDm>: [SECOND TIME]
<Jet_Isaacs>: [SHOW OF GOOD FAITH.]
<Wrong_Way>: [jesus jet]
<Jet_Isaacs>: [I NEVER SAID JET WAS SMART.]
<Wrong_Way>: [you think batman shakes the jokers hand?]
<Wrong_Way>: {HE DON'T]

<TreeDm>: he doesn't drain his strength, though. he gets up
<Jet_Isaacs>: Jet grins "There ya go." he says with a relieved sigh.

<TreeDm>: "Just kidding." the man grabs jet by the faaaaaace and drains all his strength before leaping away.]

<TreeDm>: The man looks at the two, worried
<TreeDm>: "What's happening? Wh-what are you here for?"
<Jet_Isaacs>: "Okay, we're looking for a guy. A friend of ours says that he's got 'staircase eyes', but we don't know what it means." he says with a shrug "We're just trying to ask around for clues."
<TreeDm>: He looks at Jet and Reverb for a second, he is trying to think and process what you have said. Again, english isn't his first language
<TreeDm>: "staircase? eyes?" he is trying to make connections
<Jet_Isaacs>: Jet shrugs "We don't know either..." he says with a shrug. He looks at Reverb "Frankie, can you ask him?" he asks.
<TreeDm>: The man's eyes shoot open, he's more terrified than he was before.
<Jet_Isaacs>: "Jeez, what did you tell him?"
<TreeDm>: He spends a minute trying to put together something to say, babbling a bit
<Jet_Isaacs>: "It's okay, take a deep breath, calm down..." Jet says, trying to calm him a little bit.
<TreeDm>: "The man. He t-takes us. Lives through the eyes of the watchers." he says rather broken
<TreeDm>: "He is in the city. He is here."
<Jet_Isaacs>: "The big city or this city?" he asks.
<TreeDm>: "Do not speak of him. His many eyes watch. You are infected. He will find you"
<TreeDm>: the man talks about this guy like a child talking about a monster who he's sure is going to eat him
<Jet_Isaacs>: Jet looks worriedly at Reverb.
<Reverb>: Hmm... Где мы можем его найти?
<TreeDm>: The man looks up to Reverb "I know his eyes, they show on his men. All of them. But they are the same pair"
<TreeDm>: "They would know. But they would take you. You are infected"
<TreeDm>: "Then you'll be gone. Like the rest. Except me"