[Nexus] AMEN XLIII: REVOLUTION!

[Zefir]

Ilpholin's Office - Zefir

Yes, that's mostly what it means. Victims are preferred because they're usually the ones that hate you the most and are willing to tell the world just how evil you are!

"Why are they vague? Well I presume because you meant them to be that way." Ilpholin says, setting that to the side for now.

"It says you came here to escape from Remnant? What did you do?"

Ilpholin's Office - Zefir

Well then there could also be Remnant and GloG. If they remember him. Think Remnant does.

"Short story. I tried to blew a squad of them up."

Technical there where 2 of them with vehicles, but then a few more appeared and he had to flee .

[Shadowcaller]

Marciano grins and begins to explain, Wel'. I'm no' a member yet. 'Owever it seems to be tha' I am paying most of AMEN's payroll a' th' moment. So essentially think of me as a...business partner of sorts. Afta' all. I'm spending most of a large fortune 'ere. I meself am a ratha' rich man. 'Ard earned gol' too. Go' i' off your very own denizens 'o' th' Nexus...made a rather large fortune off a ransom. Tha' an' I robbed a rich drow bard. Go' 'is hand too! No' sure wha' t' do with i' yet... The halfing takes out a plastic baggy. Inside is a shriveled drow hand that once belonged to Elkandar. Go' is girlfrien' too. Bu' no' before they roasted me good friend....sad really...more 'o' a share fo' me 'owever, so I'm no' complaining! It's a world where we all mustn't mind doing th' dirty work. I plan on starting a factory soon. Marciano grins right back at Rot with his less than pleasing teeth. Rot might find that Marciano's cigar and breath smells horrible...like an onion mixed with manure. It stinks.

Gordon! O'! I 'eard abou' 'im! See, there was a figh' with th' Maggy, some drow woman, this Gordon, an' a promoothheaso or wha'ever 'is name was....See. They fough' fo' leada'ship. Team sexy drow and cyborg guy won. So...Gordons probably in little bitty pieces on th' battlefield a' th' moment. Sad I wasn't there...ya can ge' a good price fo' a corpse...

[Lobby]

Rot... tunes Marciano out. That accent... That rambling. The vampire's attention is instead drawn to the robot panther sneaking up on the halfling. Rot, of course, doesn't warn him. Marciano'll have to learn to watch out for himself in AMEN. Also, it'll be hilarious if the panther actually mauls him.

"Mmm. Neat hand."

Well. Marciano was busy gloating. He did not notice the pantherbot until i's right behind him. Marciano's face fades into a deep deadpan. He knows what's about to happen....Sadly he'd been mauled and sat on before by rather large felines. >.< Sadly, the pantherbot manages to sit on top of the halfling. Marciano does not resist as he's stuck to the floor. Instead. He does the last thing possible....or at least what he thinks would be a good move. He spits the large cigar at the mechanical thing. He begins to yell out at Rot. ...I came 'ere...to buy meself a clone...and maybe support AMEN. NOT TO BE SAT ON BY A MECHANICAL CAT!!! The angry halfling begins to struggle a little. He once again explains. If you don't get this overgrown robot off of me....I am leaving....that and I'll be sure to sic my bodyguard on this thing. Grantaire stumbles over. His hands magically change into metal after he taps an amulet. Hey. Off Boss. The mighty halfling walks over to the panther.

[Lobby]

Cybil on the other hand is listening to the halfling, not wanting to miss a detail despite the horrible accent. Very interesting.

Marcio's awkwardness makes her facepalm however. "Could we go inside? I doubt my master wanted us to speak to underlings, especially this particular kind of underlings."

[Mindfreak]

Main Room
The panther bot looks at Grantaire. As it had successfully pinned down Marciano I'm guessing that means that it also was able tos pray him with the foam, meaning Marciano is now stuck to the floor and will stay stuck unless the panther bot sprays the solvent on him to remove the foam.
"Another unknown intruder detected. Hostile. Suggestion: Run."
And then it'll get off of Marciano and pounce at Grantaire, trying to pin him down.

[Reinholdt]

Main Room

"That's enough panther!" Ilpholin says, snapping her fingers and calling it off, a bit more agitated than she'd like.

Really needs to talk to Megan about the programming of these things.

Ilpholin's Office - Zefir

"I see. Any particular reason why or was it just for fun?"

[Hattish Thing]

Grantaire stands by. He doesn't know what to do. Marciano states, Now...I know you all are busy plotting world domination, But could someone get this goo off of me!? Marciano is evidently pissed.

[Zefir]

Ilpholin's Office - Zefir

"Was having a drink in Trog's and they started shooting aroun. Think it's fair a squad for a drink."

Well Zefir seems to not remember it right.

[Reinholdt]

Ilpholin's Office - Zefir

"Uh-huh..." Ilpholin says, finding it hard to believe that that's the whole story, if it's accurate at all.

"It also says you're a close combat expert as well as an explosives one. Not many people train both like that. What close combat style did you study?" Ilpholin says, making a quick note on a paper next to the form.

[Zefir]

Ilpholin's Office - Zefir

Yeah if you would know what he misses, you would belive that. Just a side effect of the objects and yeah he didn't mention them due to a reason. Think she shouldn't hae any clue.

"Explosive Kickboxing!"

He waits to look at her with a small smile in face asuming she makes a wondering face.

"It is basicly kickboxing, but I prepared my boots and gloves to cause small explosions while hitting."

[Reinholdt]

Ilpholin's Office - Zefir

Ilpholin has the basic clue that Remnant doesn't just start shooting in a bar without a very good reason which was rather conveniently omitted. Out of the remaining people, Zefir is one of the ones that Ilpholin finds least trustworthy. Probably all of those times that he was railing against her.

She doesn't know anything about the Objects though, that much is correct.

"Clever." Ilpholin says. Using what you're good at to improve your skills in other areas is a strong thing to do.

"So tell me. Now that you're here and away from Remnant, what do you want? What's your goals?"

[Mindfreak]

Main Room

"That's enough panther!" Ilpholin says, snapping her fingers and calling it off, a bit more agitated than she'd like.

Really needs to talk to Megan about the programming of these things.

Main Room
The panther bot turns its head towards Ilpholin.
"Ma'am, unknown subjects have spent an unusual amount of time within AMEN. Database checks show no current standing memberships nor previous memberships inside AMEN."
"Upon furthering you information is there any different orders you wish to give?"
The panther bot sits on its rump next to Marciano, awaiting for the orders.

[VampireRot]

[Lobby/Main Room I guess?] AMEN's base layout is wacky enough, it doesn't really matter.

Rot nods at Cybil, then notices Ilpholin. He gives her a curious look.

"Is that you Ilpholin? You've changed. Well, a lot has, I suppose."

She's a drow now! The vampire casts a disdainful look at the panther.

"Well that's idiotic. Is it programmed to attack all non-members in the base? Hasn't it's creator heard of guests?"

Rot seems to pointedly ignore Dark Lord. He's not in the mood for eldritch abominations! He doesn't try to help Marciano either.

[Reinholdt]

[Main Room]

"Apparently not." Ilpholin responds to Rot.

She turns to the panther. "Guests are allowed in this room. They are not allowed further into the base and may be dealt with if actively attacking members and such. But otherwise..." She points at Marciano. "Let him go."

"I'd like to talk to you Rot if you're not extremely busy."

[Shadowcaller]

[Lobby/Main Room I guess?]

Cybil sigh, these people hardly looked as worthy allies to her master. The woman had a competent look about her though, even if she looked like a dorathan dominatrix.

She keeps quiet for now though, better to let Rot handle the talk for now.

[Mindfreak]

Main Room
"New definition acknowledge. Programming re-written."
"Command acknowledged. Proceeding."
And then it opens its mouth, extended a nozzle our, and sprays at Marciano, removing the foam.
"Proceeding with patrol route." it says, beginning to walk away unless Ilpholin needs something of it.

[Hattish Thing]

Marciano gets up angrily. He takes out a large sack. Ok. 'ow much is one 'o' those?

[VampireRot]

[Main Room]

"No, I'm free. I want to talk to you immediately anyway."

Well, Rot wants to talk to the leader. Who is apparently now either Ilpholin or Magtok, but he doesn't like that bad-tasting cyborg very much. Rot wonders just how they managed to kill Gordon. He was paying attention to the important bits of what Marciano said.

"I believe Cybil wishes to speak with you or Magtok as well."

The vampire gestures at the female vampire accompanying him.

[Reinholdt]

[Main Room]

"What? You want to buy one. Well... umm... I need to take care of this real quick and then I'll be back to talk to you about that, ok?" Ilpholin tells Marciano.

She turns to the panther. "Can you ask Megan to send me a quick summary of the cost to make one of you? Thanks." Be discreet about it though!

She turns to Rot and Cybil.
"Right. This way then." Ilpholin says, going to lead both of them into an out of sight room. Mostly to get them slightly hidden before Valente shows up and starts asking questions.

[Shadowcaller]

[Main Room]

Silly Valente. *shakes head*

"That's correct, i'm here on behalf of my master Lavthos who likes to gain connections with AMEN. I eventually like to become a member as well." She tells Ilpholin as they are walking to the private room.

[Mindfreak]

Main Room
The panther bot nods, sending the message to Megan, who responds in turn, sending an email to Ilpholin's message box if she has one.
If not the panther bot will simply say:
"Message received: Come by later and we'll talk."

If she does however, Megan sends the following message:
'It costs nothing to make them, only time as I get all of my materials for free. I do not require funding for them, but if you wish to sell them I'd rather not. My robots have never been sold to the public nor to the military because I never revealed them to Umbrella. But if you really wish for me to do so...I will.'

[Earl of Purple]

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Name: Nephrim
Age: 5,005 (give or take two or three decades)
Sex: Neither/both (genderless shapeshifter)
Species: Fallen Angel
Profession: Spy/infiltrator
Reason for joining AMEN: To gain power. Not earthly power, however; I am loyal.
Special skills/items you believe will aid/have decided to contribute to AMEN: Mind control (voice-based, effective on some undead), shapeshifting (humanoid prepubescent forms only, plus natural form and original form), good shot with a pistol (automatic or revolver), Abyssal contacts in the court of Pazuzu, Dam'Bul's fealty, a squad of five succubi biplane pilots and their war planes.
References (Victims preferred): General Alharbath Demonbane and his army of 999 paladins; Jamie Misaki Catherine Druid; Abigail, adopted daughter of Daisuke; Holly of GLoG; Dam'Bul; Pazuzu, Demon Lord of the Skies; Every member of the Celestial Chorus; Most of heaven.
Past Experience: War of Betrayal- Propaganda Campaign (4,000-4,500 years ago; Blood War- Eighteenth Battle of the Crawling City (996 years ago), numerous small-scale skirmishes (3,500-999 years ago); Alharbath Demonbane's Invasion of the Abyss (900 years ago) Kidnap of GLoG's Children (2 or 3 years ago); Robbery of the Stone (3 or 4 years ago); Battle of Inside (last year).
Other Information: Reaching my goals will only be hindered by leadership of AMEN and are much loftier than that power. I shall do as you ask. Also, Gordon had me tell new members not to attack other members and occasionally control Rot the vampire with my mind control. I am effectively immortal, immune to poison, lack the sense of taste, have no need to eat, and have had hard-light blades surgically inserted into my wrists, elbows and knees.

Nephrim will try to find Ilpholin to hand her new membership form in. She hasn't mentioned Fear, nor that she is a Seeker. Though this may be obvious by the fact her reason for joining is 'to gain power'.

[VampireRot]

[Out of Sight Room]

Rot follows Ilpholin!

"So, you and Magtok killed Gordon, did you? Unless that gnome fellow was lying to me. Impressive."

[Hattish Thing]

[Main Room]

"What? You want to buy one. Well... umm... I need to take care of this real quick and then I'll be back to talk to you about that, ok?" Ilpholin tells Marciano.

Yes, yes I do. Alrigh' I'll wait for ya. By th' way, you're the leada' 'ere righ'? Marciano pries.

[Reinholdt]

[Main Room]

"I am, yes." Ilpholin says before slipping away. She'll be back soon.

[Out of Sight Room]

"That is correct. Gordon died. Prometheus, his troops, Pete, Rogar, and the catwalks were all exiled. I'm in charge now and Magtok is my second in command." So goes over any of the details from before that need to be gone over.

"So as you can see, there's a new membership policy that involves a bit more screening. You'll both need to fill out the forms. Rot will obviously get in a lot faster than incoming members like you." Ilpholin says, nodding at Cybil.

"But now I have my own questions. Who is Lavthos and how did you escape Rot? Last I saw you, you were being swallowed."

[Ilpholin's Phone]
Can get text messages, and probably emails too. It'll take her a while to figure out how to get to it, but she'll get Megan's message.

[Ilpholin's Office - Nephrim]

Ilpholin looks over the form. "You don't believe in leaving your capabilities out I see."

[Shadowcaller]

[Out of Sight Room]

"I believe I'm the one that can answer both those questions as I was the one who 'swallowed' Rot by the orders of my master Lavthos." Cybil admits. "We didn't know that you were with AMEN back then so we grabbed Rot when we had the chance. We have kept him safe thought in exchange for certain services."

[Earl of Purple]

Ilpholin's Office

Nephrim is in the form she calls her 'natural' form, though it's merely the form she called her own before her banishment from Heaven. It's androgynous, angelic and child-like, the size of a nine-year-old with a pair of snow-white feathered wings. Her shoulder-length hair is silver-blonde, and her eyes are bottomless pits of luminous white with a hint of cruelty. "No. If I can help AMEN, I want to do so to the best of my ability- the best way for that is if AMEN's leadership knows the extent of my abilities." She sounds honest, but the best spies are good actors so Nephrim could be lying, but she isn't. She's less subtle than most traditional spies, relying more on her mind control and shapeshifting than realistic backstories and clever disguises.

[Hattish Thing]

Lobby

Marciano just nods at Ilpholin. The psychotic millionaire halfling then promptly takes a seat in his nice chair again. He waits for Ilpholin's return.

[VampireRot]

[Out of Sight Room]

"I helped kill a lot of people for them."

That's all Rot will say! He's not about to confess the Misadventures of Tiny Tor to anyone.

"Lavthos is an old blind vampire in Riverside, unrelated to the wimpy group who control Westside. He's got some mind magic, but that's all I really know."

The vampire will also fill out a form when he finds the time. Probably after he is completely brought up to speed.

[Zefir]

Ilpholin's Office - Zefir

Ilpholin has the basic clue that Remnant doesn't just start shooting in a bar without a very good reason which was rather conveniently omitted. Out of the remaining people, Zefir is one of the ones that Ilpholin finds least trustworthy. Probably all of those times that he was railing against her.

She doesn't know anything about the Objects though, that much is correct.

"Clever." Ilpholin says. Using what you're good at to improve your skills in other areas is a strong thing to do.

"So tell me. Now that you're here and away from Remnant, what do you want? What's your goals?"

Ilpholin's Office - Zefir

Think they hunted down a LANTERN member or so and shooted after everyone with non leathel bullets. They really did that at random, and if I'm not wrong that was send by Mag TV.

Oh and now the goals thing. Thats quiet hard since I'm not a what wil I do in 20 years type.

"Revenge. They did shot me and didn't pay for it. Also I still have the orders from the world I came from."

[Reinholdt]

Ilpholin's Office - Zefir

"I see. And what are those orders?" Ilpholin asks, since Zefir brought them up.

[Out of Sight Room]

Ilpholin just finished bringing Rot up to speed by going over the details that need to be gone over!
*points at last post*

"I see. I'll probably wish to meet him at some point. Unless he's one of those who doesn't meet anyone?" Ilpholin asks Cybil.
...
"Wait. You were the giant earthworm?"

Ilpholin's Office - Nephrim

"And by helping AMEN, you'll be helping yourself. Is that the arrangement I'm understanding here?" If AMEN has more power and she's a part of it, she'll have more power!

[Earl of Purple]

Ilpholin's Office

"Essentially, yes." Nephrim wants godhood, and listed the deity she wishes to replace as one of her references. She's hoping for magical artefacts, new abilities and so on to become available as a useful and loyal member of AMEN. She doesn't know if it's for certain, though, so she'll likely still go do things on her spare time to recover magic.