Infinity Quest-MoE Thread-Blue Team

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:: Kurama almost fainted when he saw what Christy did to the guard. Then he remembered two of his items he had on hand ::

"Jeez Christy, you need to tone it down here. We don't need you getting smited, let me handle this"

:: Rama took out his wrist where the watch Christy had gave him was. Turning it back about to the point where the guard had asked them to swear a second time, just before Christy had attacked. Rama then pulled the hand to his face and blew on the diamond cloud. It unleashed a scent like Poison Ivy's clovers and immediatly entranced the guard, Rama smirked and went up to him, putting a hand on his chest ::

"You don't really need us to swear do you? I mean such a big man like you, can make special exceptions can't you?"

:: Rama played up the guy to let them in. He also began to tease him to cloud his judgement further and began to slowly take hold of his mind ever so slightly to make him agree ::
 
With time reset, the cloud of pheremones encircles Heimdal, causing him to be only slightly distracted. In another part of Asgard, the scene is being watched carefully. Laughing at the attempt to subdue his old enemy, Loki subtly enhances the power of Rama's pheremones, until Heimdal is completely entranced. He stands there blankly not even acknowleding the presence of the MoE members. Seeing the Guardian completely befuddled, they rush into the city proper before he can recover.

They are faced with a very large city(think about half the size of New York City and all done in Viking archetecture, lots of stone and wood). Most of the people they see in the streets are highly muscled and all bear some sort of weapon. The signs on the buildings have some sort of runic writing on then which everyone finds unreadable, but conveniently they also have pictograms that the group use to decipher what the stores hold. They make their way to a building decorated with ale mugs and take a seat in one of the darker corners.

In his home, Loki continues to scry the strangers. He had a strong feeling that whoever they were, they had come for his new toy. Too bad for them. He wasn't finished plumbing the secrets of the gemstone, and since he was the one who had stolen it from the dwarves, he was keeping it. This group would bear close watch and should they prove to be troublesome, the God of Evil Mischief would be more than happy to rid Asgard of them once and for all.
 
::Seeing the progress from Christy and TItania, and that they were finally entering the damn gates, Devon was really glad somegthing has finally happened. He followed the entourage throught the gates, in a somewhat joyous mood. Entering the grand city of Asgard, Devon watched the area intently as they strolled through. Though a beautiful place, Devon somehow felt slightly uneasy. AT the same time, he was also longing for some action.::
 
*She grinned and stood watching as Christy demolished the guard, chuckling to herself at the DW's bluntness. She glanced sideways at Rama as he began to move back time and bring and guard to life again. She sighed and made her way through the gates, entering into Asgard while they had the chance. She looked around at all the buildings and people who roomed the street, not helping the feeling that they were being watched by something.*

"So, where do we go from here?"
 
:: She watched, slightly amused as Christy took out the guard in seconds... then as Rama restored the guard, and entranced him. It was just what she'd have expected from either of them. As they entered Asgard, she looked around, curiously. For a long time now she'd been highly curious about what the inner workings of Asgard would be like. As they took their seats in the darkened corner of the probable ale house, she shrugged at Amy's question ::

"I don't know. But we're going to have to be careful... we don't want to draw any unwanted attention to ourselves."
 
:: Desire watched Christy pulverize the guard and chuckled slightly. As Kurama resurrected the guard, she smiled a bit more as he entranced him. She followed the rest of the group into Asgard, and the surveyed the area. The drew back a bit, but seeing her fellow MoE's ahead of her and walking into the ale house and caught up quickly. The Dark Faerie took a seat in the dark corner and looked over her group members. ::

"Well, I guess we might just have to wait for Christy to speak on this one.."
 
:: Kurama smirked as they got past the GOD. As they went into a tavern to sit, Rama was sick of the silence and needed to say something ::

"Okay guys first thing is first, Christy, no everyone, be careful who you kill, if I had not reversed time after what Christy did then Ragnorak would have begun. Resulting in all our death's as well as everyone on Earth, including all the Masters of you know what. Now then, I think all of us should go out and get as much information or rumors on any odd gems in the area and who has them. Also, if any of you have manipulative abilities or mind control, persuade people to talk. Desire, this would be a good task for you, put a mood on the room of jollyness and sort of drunk but not too drunk. Now lets get to work!"

:: Rama looked to Christy and nodded, he knew Asgard a little more than her and knew it would help. She could trust him and his ideas. Rama got up and went over to the other side of the tavern and sits on a barstool next to a guy, Rama decides to try a little small talk with him at first ::

"Hello there, I'm a little new in town. I'm Kurama Sutro, and you are?"

:: Rama smiles warmly and genuinely, almost looking like he is a being of pure good on the outside ::
 
:: Devon follows the group which ended up in a tavern of somesort. Devon took a sit a listened to Rama's speech. Mind manipulative powers? Bah... He is so at the wrong place... Devon's only source of psychic powers is his psyche talisman, which is pretty useless aside from damaging some brains. Manipulating? An illusion might help... He'd be able to do that...::

"Well, i'm no good with mind stuff... Let me know if is needed..."

:: Devon watched on as Rama attempted to communicate with a local.::

OOC: I won't be able to post till tuesday, so please excuse me...
 
The warrior Rama tries to chat up, is incredibly drunk. He keeps trying to get his eyes to focus properly on Rama's face, swaying while he does so and breathing on Rama, filling the air with alcohol fumes. Rama gets the distinct impression that should he light a match, this guy would become a flamethrower.

Drunk: "Whas you mean, new? Nobody is new here. We been here forever. You know, you have the funniest hair, it keeps moving around."
 
:: Kurama sighs inwardly, he keeps smiling cheerily. He pulls some winds around him to keep the drunk's smell fom him. ::

"Well I am just sort of visiting ya know?"

:: As the drunk changes the subject on him Rama decides to use a little mental persuasion to loosen this dude's lips. Tapping into his mind powers, Rama clears the alchohol from this guys mind enough for him to talk clearly and stay on one subject ::

"Why I guess you could say my hair is kinda funny, hehe"

:: As Rama mentions it, a long bundle of hair drops down and wraps around Rama's arm ::
 
:: Damnit! This PSI Screen was turning out be somewhat of a nuscence as he was finding it hard to perform most of his most powerful Mental powers on the guards? Maybe they had strong psyche's, but whatever the case, Brenthon couldn't seem to possess the Guards. He shrugged at Christy, and decided to let her have her way, as she attacked the guard, and saw Kurama make use of the gift he had given him at Christmas. He smiled as they entered the city. It was a beautifully constructed site. He could tell why Danielle had liked it so much. They entered the Tavern and laughed as they took a seat and a very drunk warrior began to try and pick up on Kurama ::

"Well, it looks like you make friends wherever you go, Rama!"

:: He winked at the Mutant and new he was right about trying to figure out anything they could, and if there was anyone who could make people talkative it was Brenthon. An aura flew out around him in a really bright green flash of light that was gone within in a second. In mere moments, all the people in the tavern seemed much more talkative and interested than ever before. They were laughing and drinking and being merry. Brentho looked to the others and smiled ::

"I think I got them all, you should be free to talk to them... Hopefully.."

:: He knew the PSI Screen had been somewhat messing with his Mental Powers, but his Empathic powers HAD to be another story ::
 
- The turn of events had surely been sudden as Melody now found herself in the Norse Mythological Realm of Asgard, what was more, Christy had already laid waste to a guard. Things were not going that smooth at ALL. This could not continue. As they headed into the Tavern, Melody was somewhat disgusted at the displays of Manhood going on. The boozing, the fighting the corouzing. She took a seat at the main bar and watched Kurama talk to the Drunken Warrior. It was sight to behold. -

"This is really testing my patience everyone... And I am going to have to do something really soon.."

- As Brenthon's Empthic attack took into effect, she smiled. It was a good idea, but Melody had a better one. She didn't feel like sitting around and waiting for someone to find something, when she could find it out with in a few minutes. She stood up, still in her clubbing clothes, though extremely cold, she stood up to what looked like a Piano, she winked at the others as they knew what she was about to do. She shouted over the people in the club. -

"Hey Fellas! Over Here! This one is for all you Warriors who go out and fight the good fight! Pay attention!"

- With a snap of her fingers, the piano began playing a sultry beat as she made use of the gift Kurama had given her for Christmas, and she sang. -

"Ain't no sunshine when he's gone
It's not warm when he's away
Ain't no sunshine when he's gone
and he's always gone too long
Anytime he goes away

Wonder this time where he's gone
Wonder if he's gonna stay
Ain't no sunshine when he's gone
and this house just ain't no home
anytime he goes away


And I know, I know...


Ain't no sunshine when he's gone
Ain't no sunshine when he's gone
Only darkness everyday
Ain't no sunshine when he's gone
and this house just ain't no home
anytime he goes away...."

- With the last note of the song, every single person in the club was looking at Melody with eyes of desire. Completely under the effects of her Siren Song. Now they could actually get somewhere. The people were under Melody's beck and call. She turned to her team members. -

"Now.. what do we want to know?"
 
:: She listened to Rama's speech and nodded towards him. Suddenly seeing a flash of green light, she knew he had done what she was about to do. She shrugged it off and smiled at Rama as he began talking to the drunk and also smiled at Melody as she sang, hearing her question, she shrugged slightly. She thought for a moment and sighed softly. ::

"Um...I honestly have no idea. Since they are now kinda...yea, maybe if they've heard any rumors about any certain jewels."
 
*She smiled as she watched Rama walk off to entertain a new guest, watching their conversation. The bright green light shocked her for a second before she realized it had come from Brenthon, then looked up at Melody as she entranced all the warriors. She grinned in the dark corner and glamoured into the Dark Wraith, copying all her sirenness as she stood up from the table and made her way over to a big group of warriors not too far off from her teammates, and seductively slipped into a seat, smiling at all the men with a wink before she looked over at the bar.*

"How about a new round of drinks for my friends here!"
 
With their minds less clouded by drink, the Vikings including Rama's friends begin to notice that something is different about the newcomers, firstly they are all smaller than the majority of the Norse gods and less muscled as well. They start asking questions of their own of the strangers when Melody's song hits them. Most of them become become mentally fogged and are more agreeable to answer the groups questions.

Most of the vikings have no clue what they are talking about, but one of them (Rama's friend) volunteers that if there is ever any trouble in Asgard then Loki is usually behind it in some fashion or another. He gives Rama generalized directions towards Loki's current abode though he needs his hands slapped several times to keep him from touching Rama's hair.
 
OOC: Sorry... Seems i'll be posting already.

BIC:

::As the spectacle went on in the tavern, Devon watched in slight amusement at his fellow MOEs toying with the vikings. As the manipulated vikings rambled on, occationally muttering some fairly importamt detail, Devon made it a point to remember them. Devon glanced around. and seeing how they are targetting almost everyone in the tavern, Devon walks up to a sully looking one. He thought he should try messing with this one. Using the powers of his psyche talisman, Devon creates an illusion to this guy so that he sees Devon as a close friend of his. Devon then started talking to him, also making him illusionise that he is speaking exactly like how his friend would speak. Devon started a simple conversation, then beganed to focus the topic on Loki::

"Well, so do you know any recent stuff Loki has been up to? Haven't seen him for quite some time..."
 
:: Kurama listens to what is said. He then smiles as he has gotten some crucial information ::

"So about this Loki? Any words of advice on dealing with him? I have heard him to be a real trickster"
 
*She smiled as the round of drinks was brought over to the table and grinned, watching the men grab at them quickly. She batted her eyelids at them as she watched them, grabbing her own drink as she joined in with them, cheering and hooing.*

"So, anything interesting going on around lately?"
 
Rama's friend isn't able to give him much more information other than no one in their right mind messes with Loki. Those who did usually end up turned into trees, rocks or simply fed to either the frost giants or the fire demons. Chilled by the prospect of talking about the evil God, especially since he had a tendency to be ableto hear those who spoke his name more than once, the viking leaves, but not without casting a final glance at Rama's hair, still fascinated with it.

Amy is finding that the men she is trying to beguile are students of Geography, having Roamin' hands and Rushin' fingers. She isn't used to this type of treatment being treated like a common wench and is a little flustered. She barely remembers that she can't kill any of them after one of them sticks his tongue down her throat. The taste of stale beer and sweaty unwashed viking is too much for her and she runs quickly back to the others, gagging.
 
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