It looks like thinks are concluding in both the North, and in Baltimare
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>>125558The officer pulls out a baton, stretches it, and pokes the briefcase
“A briefcase
and a billet. And”
He looks over to Sands
“Towels?”
Then back to Iron
“Now where are you coming from?”
>>125556"Hello again. I'm looking for Macrurus." Brie smiles disingenuously politely.
>>125559Iron blinks once more, sighing softly. "I am coming from..." he pauses, blinking tiredly before pointing at a random direction, as he isn't knowledgable of street names. "there?"
Iron proceeds to shake his head a bit. "We are trying to get by with what we can find, sir," he continues "we are covered in dirty water and it is freezing out here, I can have a drink after a good haul at the docks."
>>125560The mare is kind of confused, but says to Brie
"He - he should be upstairs right now. There is some sort of emergency"
>>125561"'
A good haul,' you say? Because you have the briefcase of a business professional, the billet of a homeless person, you have a mare with you, and you're covered in seawater. All of that seems more than a little off to me. You didn't happen to, oh, I don't know, snatch that briefcase off a businessman and jump in the water to evade capture, did you?"
>>125562Brie opens his mouth to respond for a moment, but ends up staring slack-jawed at the secretary. He closes his mouth and begins heading up the stairs unceremoniously.
>>125563No one stops to question Brie in this moment, not for a lack of people present. A pony rushes past him down the stairs, A drone rushes upwards. It's whitewash walls, tile floors, and wooden stairs up to the second level, where a set of offices split off of a room. A room directly ahead has two drones rush into it, wearing field grey and white fur
>>125564"Beruhigen Sie sich" Brie says, continuing toward the most official looking room/office/whatever.
>>125562Iron shakes his head. "I have not," he answers truthfully "I found it floating on the water under the docks, finding nothing aside from a few papers that looked brownish. I had to get a little dirty in order to take it, which is why I am soaked."
He pauses slightly, glancing over at Sands to help out with his testimony before returning his gaze to the officer.
[1d20+1 = 2]<Bluff roll >>125565Brie moves down the hall, and at the end finds an office with glass walls and blinds on a corner. It's definitely the biggest.
Inside is a big, wooden desk (no fancy veneer though), with a black leather chair, windows on two walls, filing cabinets and a big, white flag with some kind of black and green markings on it. But there is nocreature in this room
>>125566"Uh huh. I'm going to have to do a search for stolen goods or weapons. You're free to go if nothing is found."
>>125567Iron looks suspiciously at the 'officer', considering that being searched like that is justifiably a reason to protest.
"On what authority do you base your ability to 'search' ponies like it is your privilege?" he demands "How can I trust a random pony to look at my stuff and get away with taking the stuff I've found just because he is dressed in a particular way?"
>>125567Brie takes a seat (in the obvious power chair) and waits.
>>125569Iron simply stares at the officer questioningly instead, untrusting of this 'officer' pony.
>>125571And he pulls the briefcase out of Iron’s muzzle
>>125570He may do so, but nothing happens at minimum for a few minutes
[1d20+3 = 19][1d3 = 3]>>125574A drone rushes in, and pulls something off the desk in front of Brie. It takes a moment, but when he pulls away he slows down, and looks back at Brie
“Are you looking for Zu Lang?”
>>125573Iron doesn’t have ten strength. Maybe 7
The pony pulls back the on the briefcase, then Sabds yells
“Are you with the fascists?”
Irritated, he responds
“No!”
Sands growls to Iron “stop it, you’ll piss him off”
Then she yells to him,
“Then who are you with?”
“Baltimare PD, what does it look like?”
[Read more] [1d20+7 = 11]>>125573>>125575The stallion succeeds, and pulls away the Briefcase
Sands
"It'... we're with the Resistance"
>>125573>>125577He pulls away the briefcase, and looks back to White Sands
"There was a drop off of something. Information, we think, but we don't know what. We didn't open it. It was thrown in the water and we dove in to retrieve it. We were going to deliver it to the PON. Please don't mind my friend here. He's an Anarchist, if you didn't already know"
>>125575"No, I have him right here." He says gesturing to one of the heads. "I'm waiting for Marcrurus."
>>125579He looks concerned
"O..... Kay. He's in his office right now"
>>125579"And I'll need that file you just nabbed." He smiles disingenuously again.
>>125582"I'm the bat that the Queen sent to put things right around here. And
you are?"
>>125583He stands up straight, and answers,
"Drohne Vier Zwei Drei Von Yaria und Lepitus"
>>125584"Sehr gut vier zwei drei, die Datei?"
>>125585Still standing straight, a green glow encapsulates the file, and brings it through the air closer to Brie
>>125586"Vielen Dank. Ich hätte es ignoriert, aber ich interessiere mich immer für Dinge, die andere schnell unter meinem Snoot herausholen."
He begins to look the file over.
>>125587He starts to move back, away and out of the room. But he stops, and stands there, still looking at Brie
The file concerns orders of Love acquisition from the areas of Haysabi and the Onibwe Nation. It looks like the area can substitute its love quota for a certain amount of Taconite above its Taconite Quota
>>125578Iron keeps quiet, still looking at the officer in moderate suspicion.
>>125588Brie closes the file and hands it over, while making a mental note of "Taconite?" and then resumes a only mildly irritated posture.
>>125590"Macrurus is in his office..."
He takes the file, and leaves the room, with a kind of uncertainty
>>125589The officer opens the Briefcase, and looks in
Sands: "We weren't sure who we could trust"
He looks through the documents in the Briefcase
"You don't want to help the Fascists, do you?"
He peers through more
Sands: "And that's it"
He closes the briefcase, and places it down on the ground, next to Iron
"Have a nice night"
He walks off
[Read more] >>125591Brie sits in contemplation wondering not entirely but moderately, how long is this Macrurus going to make me wait?
>>125591Iron lets out a small breath once the officer got out of earshot before picking the bag up, looking appreciatedly at Sands before nodding at her, beckoning her to keep moving, lest they get stopped again for the night.
>>125592Brie is there, waiting longer. Longer and longer, several minutes. And several minutes more pass when a drone comes in,
"Someone said you were looking for me?"
>>125593Another dice roll... >>125594"Ah yes. You must be Macrurus?"
>>125595Iron walks down a main thoroughfare, but finds it: The Watering Hole. Even well past 1 AM, it is still busy, though the patrons look even more drunk at this time
>>125596He blinks
"Yes. Who are you?"
>>125597Breathing softly, he attempts to enter the establishment to find a table in order to lure Cauldron in.
>>125597"Brie Achtzig-Sechs. A pleasure. Congratulations on your promotion by the way." Cordially, Brie stands to greet the drone.
[1d2 = 2]>>125598THE DICE GODS SHALL DECIDE TABLE AVAILABILITY AT A RESTAURANT
>>125599He offers a hoof to shake
"Thank you"
He too, has an uncertain expression
>>125598It's pretty crowded, but there is a seat at the bar
Sands:
"Alright.... we're here. Now what do we do?"
>>125601"We wait," Iron concludes, hoping Cauldron herself isn't too spooked off by the appearance of a sudden unicorn mare on his side.
>>125602It's hard to say how long passes, but the overworked bartender does not get to Iron before he hears
"What happened?"
From behind
>>125600Brie accepts the hoof-shake, silently thinking 'ah, someone around here has manners'.
"I'm preparing a debrief for the Queen regarding the situation here. First and foremost, I would like to know if you have any pertinent information that you feel should be included. In particular I'm looking to address what preventative measures might have avoided this situation. For example, there are some drones who noticed changes in Lang and his associates, but seemed,... shall we say,... reluctant to make an issue out of it. Additionally, I'm interested in any compounds or substances that Lang may have come into contact with that may have caused his and their transformations."
>>125603Iron turns his head around to ensure it's the zebra he's looking for.
>>125604"Oh..." He starts to almost frown. "For preventative measures... communication occurs only between equals. Hierarchy is not conducive to honesty... Don't tell the queen I said that, though. As for where it came from... I'm assuming you're talking about what happened in the mine. We never figured it out. I think they suffered nerve damage that affected their shape-shifting from this paralysis poison the natives put on their arrows. But I would hardly be a surprise if it were something more directly supernatural, like a curse. The ponies can do that, at least we think some of them can, and we have no idea what the natives can do"
>>125605Indeed it is, none other than the Zebra mare. She's larger than White Sands, and definitely more muscular and less.... skinny
>>125605>>125606"What happened to you?"
She looks him up and down
"You look pretty bad"
>>125606>>125607"Room. Now," Iron requests tiredly "Much to discuss."