Session 101.5

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Liatai:Yo!

Liatai:Lemme roll up some names for some random inquisitors and such. :3

VAE:why do I have the urge to sing Ra-Ra-Rasputin around Whitaker?

Liatai:... the random name generator just threw Baal at me. I'm concerned. o.o;

VAE:bwhaahah

Liatai:IT KNOWS WHAT I'M ROLLING FOR. D:

VAE:That's like the worst name for an inquisitor ever.

Liatai:.... WHY AM I TEMPTED TO NAME ONE THAT.

Liatai:NO. GO AWAY BAD MUSE. XD

VAE:because it'll be awesome

VAE:<font color="#000000">Think of it

VAE:<font color="#000000">everyone in the branch has it as a running joke

VAE:<font color="#000000">maybe one of his ancestors *was* a demon summoner

VAE:<font color="#000000">Now he's quite happy that he has given all that fate business a kick up the shins by becoming a law enforcement officer

Liatai:<font color="#000000">The die has been cast. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">yes

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d10 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... no. That name will be too long. =3= &#171; &#160;1d10 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d100 = 73&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d100 = 70&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d100 = 12&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Rum Rhy (Ry) Ari san ro ri ron ari ri

VAE:<font color="#000000">,, , Rum?


 * VAE drinks

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Arisanaro, maybe?

VAE:<font color="#000000">That could work

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... nah, I kind of want to include the Rum. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">Rumaro ?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Rumariron? Inquisitor Rum for short. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">Ahahaha

VAE:<font color="#000000">Yes

Liatai:<font color="#000000">For lulz, some of the lowest Con in the Mace. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">&quot;See, you don't drink *with* Inquisitor Rum, you drink *him*&quot;


 * VAE can just about imagine the jokes

VAE:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey Rum, what is it with you and your folk? I heard that when half a dozen came for a visit, you had to kick them out to the pavements an hour later.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">of course referring to 1dl glasses :3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">If Igot has a squeaky voice like you said, he probably has a nickname, too. Something like Bloodmouse or just Mouse. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">Oh, Bloodmouse would probably work

VAE:<font color="#000000">I can see the jokes too ... he keeps Nina to fend off the cats.

VAE:<font color="#000000">(remember, they have a population of them)

Liatai:<font color="#000000">X3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">What kind of dog is Nina, anyway? :.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Looks wolfy.

VAE:<font color="#000000">The icon is czechoslovak wolfdog

VAE:<font color="#000000">basically, crossbreed between wolf and german shepherd IIRC. Spectacular tracker.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Our army used them to guard the borders, for example.

VAE:<font color="#000000">oh, any idea what anime is Whitaker from? Because jokes aside he seems oddly familiar

VAE:<font color="#000000">or, have you used him before?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">He's some character from Pixiv Fantasia.

VAE:<font color="#000000">hm

VAE:<font color="#000000">might be just resemblance

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Never used him before, either. I just figured he made quite an impression, and happened to be wearing the same uniform as Lieutenant Roy Stanford. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nice thing, too

VAE:<font color="#000000">But yeah. Looking over the last log, the way he ended up was someone with a squeaky voice, and solid nerves quite apparently unable to exert any authority - at most squeak around people and join in. Quite apparent when Lucina and him were speaking at the same time.

VAE:<font color="#000000">anyways :3

GM:<font color="#000000">Whenever you're ready! :3 -- Oh, wait.

VAE:<font color="#000000">oh?

VAE:<font color="#000000">hhahaha

Stray Cat:<font color="#000000">As you approach HQ, a few stray cats, as always, appear and begin following you. If looked at, they mew plaintively.

Nina:<font color="#000000">*grrrr*

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;Eh, leave them, Nina... at least they get rid of the damn rats.&quot;

Nina:<font color="#000000">Nina... continues to growl, though doesn't stray more than a few steps from her master.

Stray Cat:<font color="#000000">The cats melt away into the shadows as Nina growls, taking up posts to wait for the next passerby that might possibly have food.

Stray Cat:<font color="#000000">They keep watching you as you approach Mace HQ.

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">Said he's going home, the ass. I just see how that summoner chick is going to paint us as the worst scum that someone has pinned a badge onto. Ah well...

</i>Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">*knocks*

Inquisitor Rumariron Arisanaro:<font color="#000000">&quot;Welcome back, Bloodmouse, Nina, Senior Inqui -- where is Sim?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">What's his whole name?


 * VAE too lazy to google it in the log


 * VAE found it, anyways

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ehh, long story short, Sim felt particularly unwell working alongside the Sanctioned Summoner...&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;Said he's going home for a cup of tea or something such, Rum.&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;Say, anything happen while we were gone?&quot;

Junior Analyst Victor Fyth:<font color="#000000">A few inquisitors and such are milling around the lobby... what a change you've noticed in some of them, these past few days! This fellow used to be so timid; now he's walking around confidently, carrying a stack of reports. And Inquisitor Ivar seems to have gone on a health kick, or some new diet. What else could explain her switch from her habitual cup of coffee to tea, and eating pumpkin bread like it was going out of style?

Inquisitor Rumariron Arisanaro:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nothing more than the usual chaos. How did it go with the summoner? Did you find any fugitives?&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">May they say what they want, maybe we are on the right track, now that the traitors are gone... bloody hell, these younger ones.. so full of energy and will to deal with the shit all around..

</i>Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;With the summoner, huh? You know how these things go.&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;The only good thing about her was that she was young and pretty.&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;And... eh. They didn't even let us in, the hypocrite scum.&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;You could just see that old hag going about their law of sanctuary, conveniently forgetting .. oh, about the last dozen of decrees from up there' *gestures roughly towards the count's residence.*

Inquisitor Rumariron Arisanaro:<font color="#000000">&quot;... so, you didn't even get a look around?&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let's just say... Hmm, is the Commander around?&quot;

Inquisitor Rumariron Arisanaro:<font color="#000000">&quot;Upstairs in his office.&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;There's a couple of formalities I'll have to handle before filling you on the rest of the snafu.&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nina, stay!'

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor bends over and pets her before slowly retreating towards the stairs.

Stray Cat:<font color="#000000">... there's a cat following you up the stairs.

Nina:<font color="#000000">The wolfdog appears to appreciate the token of gratitude, licking his hand. She stays near the door, and soon transfers her attention to the cat :9&quot;

Stray Cat:<font color="#000000">Look out, Igor, it's stalking your robe hem! &gt;:d

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">*walks upstairs..* &quot;Hsssh!&quot; *waves his hand. &quot;Why does every cat in here think it needs to track me? &quot;

Stray Cat:<font color="#000000">Mewwww!

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;You should have gone with that traitor father of yours.&quot;

Stray Cat:<font color="#000000">Gimme fooooood. Mooooooow!

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;I haven't eaten yet, either! Go bother Rhia or someone.&quot;

Stray Cat:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mowwwww.&quot; The cat attempts once more.

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;Go. Bother. Someone. Else. HSSSH!&quot;

Stray Cat:<font color="#000000">The cat lashes its tail and saunters a short distance off, continuing to watch Igor.

VAE:<font color="#000000">heh. Playing someone who doesn't like cats feels almost unnatural.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">x3

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">Finally gotten rid of his pursuer, Inquisitor Drechsler walks up the stairs, and aims for the Commander's office. He stands in front of it, takes a deep breath, and knocks.*

Charles Whitaker:<font color="#000000">&quot;State your name, then your business.&quot; Always fond of doing things in sequential order, the commander is.

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;Inquisitor Drechsler... er.. Wishing to report on our operation as escorts for a sanctioned summoner.&quot;

Charles Whitaker:<font color="#000000">&quot;Enter.&quot; The commander's office has more lists in it than usual... must be the added workload. They did a good job cleaning it; you can barely tell where that vase over there was broken in the struggle before the traitors' flight.

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">Inquisitor Drechsler enters and carefully closes the door behind him, then steps next to Commander Whitaker's table. &quot;Thank you, Commander!&quot; - he stands in alert, breathes in and out again, and finally begins. &quot;I report that the notice... prompting the Pelorites to cease harbouring criminals was delivered as ordered, Commander. &quot; .. he breathes in, almost imperceptibly &quot;however, there were some.. circumstances of note that I'd wish to... expand upon&quot;

Charles Whitaker:<font color="#000000">The commander gives Igor a piercing look. &quot;Begin with why you are delivering the report and not Senior Inquisitor Simtherzairvin, Inquisitor.&quot;

Igor Drechsler: <font color="#000000">&quot;That is one of .. those circumstances, Commander. It.. appears that Senior Inquisitor Simtherzairvin may... not be well suited for the .. increased demands of our duty these days, as.. evidenced by his conduct on today's operation...&quot;

Igor Drechsler: <font color="#000000">&quot;Specifically... service alongside the Sanctioned Summoners&quot;

Charles Whitaker:<font color="#000000">&quot;Explain.&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor appears to lag for a moment. well... Senior Inquisitor Simtherzairvin seemed to... raise objections to serving alongside &quot;fiends&quot; as he has stated.. which seemed to stem from both a religious fear of accompanying a Sanctioned Summoner to a temple, as well as... the unadmirable conduct of the Sanctioned Summoner we have accompanied, which truly is the second circumstance I will have to expand on, with your permission, Sir... &quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... also, dangit, now I can't unhear this whenever looking at Commander Whitaker. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kvDMlk3kSYg

VAE:<font color="#000000">hahaha yes

VAE:<font color="#000000">that's what I was mentioning in the beginnign.


 * VAE has their entire discography he got at a discount.

VAE:<font color="#000000">As a western group they were surprisingly popular in eastern block

Charles Whitaker:<font color="#000000">&quot;If you are finished describing the first circumstance.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">And now i'm imagining him dancing there.

Igor Drechsler: <font color="#000000">&quot;Well.. it goes further... For now suffice to say the reason for my presence is that he .. ordered me to return when I was intent on performing a rather more thorough search... and went home. The rest... I'm afraid I will have to explain on a ... chronological basis to... give a proper account.&quot;

Charles Whitaker:<font color="#000000">&quot;Then do so, Inquisitor. We don't have all day.&quot;

Igor Drechsler: <font color="#000000">&quot;Eh.. Well.. the Sanctioned Summoner has proven to be rather.. uncooperative from the start. When they refused us entry to the temple using her presence as an excuse, I suggested for her and the... er, angel to wait outside while we perform the search... which she reacted to rather rudely. We proceeded to speak with the head priestess... who was as uncooperative as the rest of them. That's when.. the Sanctioned Summoner lost control of their thrall, and before anyone could react, it had shot one of those lightballs that abound in the place. That is where Senior Inquisitor Simtherzairvin almost.. lost control of himself, and if not for me .. talking him into sense, he would have attacked the summoner.&quot;

Igor Drechsler: <font color="#000000">&quot;The thrall has delivered the notice, and she has left soon thereafter.. a young woman with brown hair.. she proved rather less communicative so I am unsure of her name... Well, her.. unwise conduct almost sparked a brawl, furthermore, in the front of an inspection...&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot; At that point... Inquisitor Simtherzairvin initially insisted on performing the search himself, despite myself having brought Nina for such an occassion, then ordered... he inexplicably ordered the inspection to perform the search, forced me to return, and went home, presumably...&quot;

Igor Drechsler: <font color="#000000">&quot;As you could see... he doesn't seem to be taking the current course of events very well, to say the least... &quot;

Igor Drechsler: <font color="#000000">&quot;As for her.. needless to say that the inspector looked... outraged.&quot;

Igor Drechsler: <font color="#000000">&quot;Either way.. I suspect that... at least for a temporary period.. I suspect Senior Inquisitor Simtherzerain might need to be... transferred to .. less demanding assignments, my humble suggestion stands..&quot;

Igor Drechsler: <font color="#000000">&quot;It.. just wouldn't be wise.. imagine if he had actually snapped... at a time like this we can't afford..&quot;

Charles Whitaker:<font color="#000000">The commander sighs, writing something down. &quot;Senior Inquisitor Simtherzairvin's behavior has been rather suspect as of late. He will be disciplined accordingly.&quot;

Igor Drechsler: <font color="#000000">&quot;And about the summoner?&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">He seems to shudder for a moment.

Charles Whitaker:<font color="#000000">&quot;She will be reported to her unit commander.&quot;

Igor Drechsler: <font color="#000000">&quot;Thank you.. I believe her attitude was in a good part the origin of the entire.. mess. Oh, Commander.. if I may.. the inspector has said he'll be visiting the headquarters in a day or two. <font color="#000000">&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot; Some Inquisitor Lazarus, from the Castleton branch... looked like a paladin or a .. rather warlike priest.&quot;

Charles Whitaker:<font color="#000000">&quot;What was that?&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot; The inspector.. the one who seemed outraged by the summoner's .. lack of control.

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot; He introduced himsef as Inquisitor Thomas Lazarus, from the Castleton Branch, under some commander Ashmore.&quot;

Charles Whitaker:<font color="#000000">&quot;Lazarus?&quot; The commander leans forward. &quot;... He? Not the woman?&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot; He.. yes.. he did look rather masculine.&quot;

Charles Whitaker:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hold one moment, inquisitor. ''Archivist! Bring me the records of who has come in and out of town for the past three days.''&quot;

Igor Drechsler: <font color="#000000">&quot;He stated they are operating on a mandate from the High Command... investigating the Hextorian infestation... I believe the business with Lieutenant Stanford might have prompted that.&quot;

Charles Whitaker:<font color="#000000">An archivist bustles in with papers, then bustles out. The commander looks them over. &quot;.......&quot;

Igor Drechsler: <font color="#000000">&quot;He had his badge with him and everything..&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(Audience: Ohhhhhhhhhh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit.....)

VAE:<font color="#000000">:3

Charles Whitaker:<font color="#000000">&quot;There are no Inquisitor Lazaruses on the offcial records of entry. ... Castleton, you said? Under Ashmore?&quot;

Igor Drechsler: <font color="#000000">&quot;Yes Commander.. I am pretty certain he did state such.. &quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">&quot;He's a traitor! Igor, go and apprehend him at once!&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">hahahah

Charles Whitaker:<font color="#000000">The commander is silent for some time, looking over the papers. &gt;:|

VAE:<font color="#000000">As an aside, am I playing him reasonably well? Basically he was intending to screw up the summoner hard, and grill Shey just enough to cover himself up

Charles Whitaker:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Lazarus.&quot; The commander scratches at his beard. &quot;That is not a common surname.&quot;

Charles Whitaker:<font color="#000000">&quot;Perhaps this is the stroke of luck we need to finally capture that rebel woman.&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;Perhaps... and the rest of them as well.&quot;

Charles Whitaker:<font color="#000000">&quot;Inquisitor. Did this 'Inquisitor Lazarus' make any mention of how he came to our fair city?&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(ohhhhh. So we -have- already felt the fallout of this...)

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Heh. So one would think~

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(wait a second, I just realized---where we left off last game? It must be -well- into the night.)

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(...actually, I'll dump this in irc to not interrupt your mini. ^^; )

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;He didn't... he only mentioned being a trained exorcist present at the order of higher authorities..&quot;

Charles Whitaker:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hrmmm. But perhaps, if we knew, we would be able to discover how the rebels have been sneaking about under our noses.&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;Perhaps... he seemed to take an awful interest in the church..&quot;

Charles Whitaker:<font color="#000000">&quot;This is of vital importance, inquisitor. Did this Inquisitor Lazarus have a first name he told you?&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;I believe he did state to be Thomas Lazarus.&quot;


 * Charles Whitaker writes it down. &quot;Thomas... Lazarus. A scrying tie would likely be too much to ask for. This will need to do. Details of his appearance, starting with the head. The more details we possess, the easier it will be to track him down.&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;He proceeded to ... shout about being in the town for two hours, and being disgusted by the situation, so to say&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;Track him down? He seemed to.. imply he will be .. paying us a visit tomorrow.&quot;

Charles Whitaker:<font color="#000000">&quot;... well that simplifies matters. Should he decide not to appear, however, we may need to seek him ourselves. Details, Inquisitor!&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;As for his appearance...tall, well over six feet. White hair...&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;As I have said.. much like a templar or a paladin - a sword and a suit of plate armour.&quot;

Charles Whitaker:<font color="#000000">&quot;Short or long hair? Straight or curled?&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;Straight.. and rather shorter.. the sort like Inquisitor Baal has.&quot;

Charles Whitaker:<font color="#000000">&quot;Human?&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;Human ,decisively so. I.. don't believe elves or dwarves would grow that tall.&quot;


 * Glitch snerks irl. 'really?'

Glitch:<font color="#000000">really? xD

</i>VAE:<font color="#000000">yes.

VAE:<font color="#000000">really.

Charles Whitaker:<font color="#000000">&quot;Half-elves may.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">no, at Lia. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">I know

Charles Whitaker:<font color="#000000">&quot;As may half-orcs.&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;He.. didn't look like either.. he lacked the characteristic sloped forehead of the latter, or the ...soft facial features of the former. That said, he didn't have any facial hair to speak of.. but.. no. Not a half-elf.&quot;

Charles Whitaker:<font color="#000000">Write write write. &quot;Very well. Any further details you can recall, inquisitor? Was he alone, or were others with him?&quot;


 * Glitch does all the winces

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;As far as I know, he was alone... though he may have ..implied that he is a part of a larger inspection. &quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(audience stock reaction: &quot;whew!&quot;)

VAE:<font color="#000000">well.. there wasn't anyone he'd have obviously seen, Tech

Charles Whitaker:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hrm. You have done well, inquisitor. Rest tonight, then we shall see if this Inquisitor pays us a visit tomorrow. If he does not, you and several other inquisitors will be assigned to assist in tracking him down. It is imperative that we meet with him, in handcuffs if we must.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Besides, *you* try to remember other people when someone Tom's size is chewing you out for doing work that has already gone terribly,

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(...should the audience shut up now? &gt;.&gt; )

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;In... handcuffs? Commander.. you think he might have been an impostor? But.. why Castleton? They aren't even under....oh.&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thank you, commander...that.. that would be all.&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;Permission to leave.&quot;

Charles Whitaker:<font color="#000000">&quot;Permission granted.&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">With a careful step, Igor leaves the office, closes the door behind him quietly, and proceeds to walk downstairs.

Stray Cat:<font color="#000000">The cat seems to have wandered off, but two more have taken its place.

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">Sorry Shey... I kept the shit off you as far as it went.. but I like my job.

</i>Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">Anyways, he descends downstairs.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">We can leave off wherever you like. :3 All of the stuff I had planned has been done.

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">*whew* &quot;Well... seems like we have either an inspector or an impostor pretending to be one up our arse. So... the usual Yoriver divination guys - pick the worse possibility, and bet my spellbook that's gonna be it.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">I think I might drag it for a few moments more, until he goes off somewhere, either to the library, or on patrol or somesuch manner.

VAE:<font color="#000000">but eh, whatever - if you feel this is a good finishing place, I can kill it once you grab the log.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Consider the log grabbed. :3

VAE:<font color="#000000">good enough. The usual countdown proceeds

VAE:<font color="#000000">3...

VAE:<font color="#000000">2...

VAE:<font color="#000000">1...

<font color="#0000ff">VAE is disconnected.

</i> You have disconnected.

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