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The Destined Hosts Operation In Brasilia Brazil 241122
In the shadowed streets of Brasilia, under the watchful gaze of a stormy sky, a clandestine operation unfolds with the goal of securing an ancient demonic tome from a vault hidden within an obscure library. Amidst the night's embrace, Agents Brock, Emmanuel, and Irene find themselves embroiled in a deadly dance with members of the Destined Host, a group with ominous intentions for the tome's apocalyptic prophecies. As Emmanuel and Irene coordinate their movements toward strategic points of advantage, Brock finds himself under fire, cursing the absence of his more unconventional allies. The battle intensifies as a Destined Host soldier begins an onslaught, narrowly missing Brock with gunfire while the latter retaliates with a mix of desperation and defiance, inadvertently rallying his team against the shared threat.
The tide turns as Emmanuel summons a drone strike, revealing the gravity of their commitment to the mission, while Irene assesses their dwindling options with a mix of sarcasm and strategic foresight. Amidst gunfire and the relentless pursuit by their adversaries, a hint of humor and camaraderie blossoms between the agents, even as the situation escalates with Emmanuel obtaining the tome. With the object of their mission finally in hand, a moment of vulnerability is shared between Irene and Emmanuel, hinting at deeper bonds formed in the crucible of their perilous undertaking. In a final act of defiance and sacrifice, Emmanuel urges Irene to escape with the tome as he confronts the advancing Destined Host alone, his farewell a poignant reminder of the personal costs entwined with their victory. The mission concludes with Irene securing the tome and preparing for extraction, leaving the future implications of their success a whispered promise in the wind.
At Thu Nov 21 2024, in the city of Brasilia, Brazil
Mission: Intercept an ancient demonic tome and bring it back to the extraction point.
In the heart of Brasilia lies a hidden vault nestled deep within an obscure library. The vault holds an ancient demonic tome known for its apocalyptic prophecies and dangerous incantations. The vault, guarded by cryptic puzzles and potent wards, is a challenge that few dare to undertake. However, word of the tome's location has seeped into the underworld and now various groups see an opportunity to claim this powerful object for their own ends. The one who successfully navigates the city’s psychogeographical landscape and breaks the enchantments on the vault could potentially wield a terrifying power or prevent its misuse.
Brasilia, Brazil
It is night, about 27F(-2C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. There is a waning gibbous moon.
Brock charges toward sedan.
Emmanuel charges toward corner.
Irene charges toward Emmanuel.
"The corner, Agent?" Emmanuel suggests aside to Irene after scanning the area with a squint, and then settling his mask into place.
Brock charges toward sedan.
Irene charges toward Emmanuel.
"Oh, fuck me.." Brock mutters under his breath as he squints across the battlefield, "Ugh, where's that fucking pregnant chick, or the methhead when I need them?" He complains to himself.
Emmanuel charges toward corner.
Irene charges toward Emmanuel.
Emmanuel charges toward corner.
Irene charges toward corner.
"Good to see you, sir," Irene addresses Emmanuel, with a look of some surprise on her face when she sees him. She starts the jog towards the corner with a quick nod, and then turns to scan the battlefield. "I only see the idiot on the field," she relays.
Emmanuel charges toward corner.
"That does non narrow it down as much as you'd think," Emmanuel wryly intones back to Irene, before nodding back to her, "Good to see you too. I have had a bit of a lazy week, desole," He notes with some lingering self-depreciating humour.
Irene charges toward corner.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which sparks off the ground near his feet.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which misses him.
Brock charges toward taxi.
Brock charges toward taxi.
"Was starting to think you'd fallen under the Commander's Curse," Irene ominously tells Emmanuel, as they crouch down behind the corner. Pointing out Brock, she explains, "Brock Turner, the frat kid." (He would hate to be called that.) "I think we were all thinking it. Don't see that book of prophecies we're supposed to find here, do you?"
Brock fires off a shot at bus which completely misses it.
"It is a very dangerous curse," Emmanuel allows with a sobering little nod, while moving to crouch down beside Irene. Though he does so with an old man groan, "I swear, my knees," The Templar complains under his breath, and shakes his head, "I do non see anyone out there. They might be hiding?"
Brock fires off a shot at bus which completely misses it.
Brock charges toward bus.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which sparks off the ground near his feet.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which sparks off the ground near his feet.
Brock draws and quickly fires an arrow at bus, it damages it.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which misses him.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which misses him.
"Maybe we should make a run for that alleyway, see if we can't see anything there?" Irene suggests to Emmanuel, pointing it out. She turns to look with some bemusement when the man she'd called an 'idiot', for all intents and purposes, seems to be randomly shooting up a bus, and shakes her head.
Brock charges toward taxi.
Irene charges toward alley.
Brock charges toward taxi.
"..Maybe they hate public transport?" Emmanuel suggests aside to someone, before nodding in agreement. "Oui, this is a good plan. Take the lead, Agent." He orders her, likely to afford her cover while she moves, and not at all just so he can keep an eye on her.
"..Maybe they hate public transport?" Emmanuel suggests aside to Irene, before nodding in agreement. "Oui, this is a good plan. Take the lead, Agent." He orders her, likely to afford her cover while she moves, and not at all just so he can keep an eye on her.
"Couldn't hear you, sir, could you repeat that?" Irene calls out over the top of her lungs, pausing here to take a look around, before shaking her head. "Nothing here either. Gonna run for that van, too."
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Irene which sparks off the ground near his feet.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Irene which sparks off the ground near his feet.
Emmanuel says "It is okay, nothing worth hearing. I was just agreeing with you."
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier strikes the bus she's taking cover behind.
Irene charges toward van.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which misses him.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which misses him.
"Man, you never give me any positive reinforcement," Irene loudly complains, although her voice drips with sarcasm. When suddenly people are shooting at her, she ducks and proudly exclaims, "Found them!"
"Oui, I am terrible," Emmanuel allows in just as dry a tone, while calling in drone fire against the public transport.
Emmanuel raises two fingers to his mouth, whistling as he calls in a drone strike upon bus and their surroundings, which damages it.
Emmanuel charges toward van.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier strikes the bus she's taking cover behind.
Irene charges toward van.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which misses him.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which sparks off the ground near his feet.
"Fuck, fuck. Fuck-fuck-fuck," Brock puts his vocabulary to it's absolutely limits as he dashes across the nightmare while being shot at.
Emmanuel raises two fingers to his mouth, whistling as he calls in a drone strike upon bus and their surroundings, which damages it.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating bus's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier damages it.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which sparks off the ground near his feet.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which misses him.
Joining Emmanuel and the frat bro in firing on that bus over there, Irene expresses in a tone of some bewilderment, "Brock figured it out? /Brock/?" She shakes her head one more time. This is the bad place.
Emmanuel raises two fingers to his mouth, whistling as he calls in a drone strike upon bus and their surroundings, which damages it.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating bus's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier damages it.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which misses him.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which misses him.
"Even a bro-ken clock is right twice a day, hm?" Emmanuel quips aside to Irene, and then nudges her with his elbow, "Bro-ken? Get it? Irene? Are you getting it? Agent?"
Emmanuel raises two fingers to his mouth, whistling as he calls in a drone strike upon bus and their surroundings, which damages it.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating bus's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier damages it.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which misses him.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which sparks off the ground near his feet.
Irene giggles raucously at Emmanuel's pun, diabolical sycophant that she is.
Emmanuel laughs too, because he's hilarious, and the joke was that funny.
Emmanuel raises two fingers to his mouth, whistling as he calls in a drone strike upon bus and their surroundings, which damages it.
Brock draws and quickly fires an arrow at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry, it strikes the bus she's taking cover behind.
Brock charges toward bus.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating bus's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier damages it.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which sparks off the ground near his feet.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which sparks off the ground near his feet.
While they're all out here just casually shooting up public transport, villains that they are, Irene asks Emmanuel aside, "You got time for that meeting after this?"
Emmanuel raises two fingers to his mouth, whistling as he calls in a drone strike upon bus and their surroundings, which damages it.
Brock draws and quickly fires an arrow at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry, it completely misses her.
Brock charges toward bus.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating bus's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier damages it.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Brock, it ineffectually wounds his stomach.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Brock, it deflects off his armor.
Irene charges toward bus.
Emmanuel raises two fingers to his mouth, whistling as he calls in a drone strike upon bus and their surroundings, which damages it.
"I do," Emmanuel notes back to someone after catching his breath from cackling like a witch. It probably hurts the leftist in him to be destroying something that helps the masses, but he continues firing at that poor bus.
"I do," Emmanuel notes back to someone after catching his breath from cackling like a witch. It probably hurts the leftist in him to be destroying something that helps the masses, but he continues firing at that poor bus.
Brock launches an attack at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry which is parried by her.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier strikes the bus she's taking cover behind.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Brock, it deflects off his a pair of armored bracers.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Brock, it deflects off his a pair of armored bracers.
"I do," Emmanuel notes back to Irene after catching his breath from cackling like a witch. It probably hurts the leftist in him to be destroying something that helps the masses, but he continues firing at that poor bus.
"I can.. do this.." Brock huffs to himself as he tries to stab the cultists.
Brock can not, in fact, do this.
Emmanuel raises two fingers to his mouth, whistling as he calls in a drone strike upon bus and their surroundings, which damages it.
Brock launches an attack at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry which impacts against her armor.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating bus's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier damages it.
Brock fades out of the nightmare.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Irene which misses him.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Irene which misses him.
Emmanuel raises two fingers to his mouth, whistling as he calls in a drone strike upon bus and their surroundings, which damages it.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating bus's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier damages it.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Irene which misses him.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Irene which misses him.
Daring to step out from behind that typical unmarked van the Temple seems so fond of hiding out in, Irene lifts up her carbine to fire off a few close shots, squinting into the distance. "Your place or mine?" she asks, during a brief pause.
"I'm feeling lazy, mine." Emmanuel decides after a few moments, "Wear something pretty, hm?" He drawls out then, faintly amused.
Emmanuel raises two fingers to his mouth, whistling as he calls in a drone strike upon bus and their surroundings, which damages it.
a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fades out of the nightmare.
Emmanuel has an ancient demonic tome.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating bus's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier damages it.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Irene which misses him.
"I am wearing something pretty!" Irene claims, pretending to be intensely offended in those bulky, oversized battle-clothes, which both hide her face and do nothing for her figure.
Emmanuel raises two fingers to his mouth, whistling as he calls in a drone strike upon bus and their surroundings, which damages it.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating bus's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier damages it.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Irene which deflects off his shield.
"Pretty effective," Emmanuel allows, making a so-so gesture with his hand before gripping his firearm with both once more.
Emmanuel raises two fingers to his mouth, whistling as he calls in a drone strike upon bus and their surroundings, which damages it.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating bus's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier damages it.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Irene which ineffectually wounds his left leg.
Emmanuel raises two fingers to his mouth, whistling as he calls in a drone strike upon bus and their surroundings, which damages it.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating bus's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier damages it.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Irene which ineffectually wounds his right arm.
Irene charges toward van.
Emmanuel charges toward a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry.
Emmanuel fires off a shot at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry which impacts against her armor.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Emmanuel which misses him.
Emmanuel charges toward a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry.
Clearly on the verge of being overwhelmed, Irene turns around and hoofs it back to the unmarked van, likely to confer with the spooks inside.
Emmanuel fires off a shot at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry which impacts against her armor.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Emmanuel which misses him.
Irene charges toward van.
Emmanuel charges toward a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry.
Emmanuel fires off a shot at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry which impacts against her armor.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Emmanuel which misses him.
Emmanuel charges toward a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry.
Emmanuel swings his weapon at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry, it impacts against her armor.
a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fades out of the nightmare.
Emmanuel has an ancient demonic tome.
After taking some time to recover, Irene breaks out from behind the van and sprints out to join Emmanuel once more.
"Run my way!" Irene calls out to someone, when she notices he has the book. She starts for the exit, instead of the bus.
"Run my way!" Irene calls out to the Captain, when she notices he has the book. She starts for the exit, instead of the bus.
Emmanuel charges toward van.
"Huff, huff, huff," Emmanuel huffs and puffs in response over the comms, which may just be interpreted as 'okay'.
Assessing the options, Irene suggests with a glance around, "We could sit tight behind that van until it's time to make an exit."
Irene charges toward van.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating bus's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier damages it.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Emmanuel which misses him.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Emmanuel which misses him.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Emmanuel which misses him.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Emmanuel which misses him.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Emmanuel which misses him.
Having had enough of seeing that bus, Irene elects to turn around and shoot it up some more for good measure.
Irene charges toward van.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier misses her.
Emmanuel says "Ow! "
Emmanuel raises two fingers to his mouth, whistling as he calls in a drone strike upon a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry and their surroundings, which misses her.
Emmanuel charges toward van.
"Man, they really seem to hate you," Irene observes aside to Emmanuel, giving him the bewildered look of someone who truly couldn't fathom why anyone would shoot the poor Frenchman.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier sparks off the ground near her feet.
Emmanuel raises two fingers to his mouth, whistling as he calls in a drone strike upon a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry and their surroundings, which misses her.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Emmanuel, it is parried by his steel battle-axe.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Emmanuel, it is parried by his steel battle-axe.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Emmanuel, it is parried by his steel battle-axe.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Emmanuel, it is parried by his steel battle-axe.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Emmanuel, it is parried by his steel battle-axe.
"This happens a lot," Emmanuel exhales back to Irene with a shake of the head, "Maybe they have been speaking with the Order, hm? Or Selina?"
Irene launches a stab at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry, it is parried by her.
Irene moves protectively towards Emmanuel.
Emmanuel swings his weapon at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry, it impacts against her armor.
a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fades out of the nightmare.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Emmanuel, it is parried by his steel battle-axe.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Emmanuel, it is parried by his steel battle-axe.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Emmanuel, it is parried by his steel battle-axe.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Emmanuel, it is parried by his steel battle-axe.
Irene launches a stab at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry, it is parried by her.
Emmanuel swings his weapon at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry, it impacts against her armor.
a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fades out of the nightmare.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Emmanuel, it is parried by his steel battle-axe.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Emmanuel, it is parried by his steel battle-axe.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Emmanuel, it deflects off his shield.
"Not looking good," Irene murmurs, seeing five of them close in around their van. She loyally tries to position herself between Emmanuel and the assailants, brandishing her blade, but one of them simply knocks her over, ignoring her, clearly most determined to focus on him, and only him.
"Hey, you three!" she taunts the remaining trio. "Your smell! I fucked your mother!" Alas, nothing seems to work, they only unreasonably hate Emmanuel.
Irene launches a stab at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry, it is parried by her.
Emmanuel swings his weapon at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry, it impacts against her armor.
a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fades out of the nightmare.
"They hate their mothers, Agent! They're Destined Host!" Emmanuel calls aside to Irene, critical of her efforts to draw attention away from him.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Emmanuel, it deflects off his shield.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Emmanuel, it deflects off his shield.
Irene launches a stab at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry, it is parried by her.
Emmanuel swings his weapon at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry, it impacts against her armor.
a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fades out of the nightmare.
"I made sweet, sweet, passionate love to your mother," Irene duly changes tactics, when Emmanuel scolds her. "I am in love with that woman. She is the most beautiful, educated, smart, talented, witty woman I have ever met. She must be so proud of you for the work you do."
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Emmanuel, it deflects off his shield.
Irene launches a stab at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry, it is parried by him.
Emmanuel swings his weapon at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry, it is parried by him.
a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fades out of the nightmare.
"This might work, oui!" Emmanuel cheerleaders for Irene while fending off the soldiers, battering their itty bitty knives away with his large, girthy axe.
"Or we could just do that," Irene supposes, when the last of the Destined Host assailants has been stabbed to death out of the Nightmare.
"I need to catch my breath," Emmanuel pants out then, moving to hand off the very important ancient relics to Irene then, "Run, agent. Run."
Giving the Captain a quick, sharp nod, Irene reaches over to take the demonic tome with both hands, sheathing her blade, for now. She turns then to run, as commanded, as fast as her rather long legs will carry her.
"Those are some long legs." Emmanuel comments aside to the fallen forms of their opponents while replacing the shattered plates in his armour. Only once this is well and truly finished does he move to cover the agent.
Pausing at the exit of the vault, Irene takes a moment to catch her breath, before straightening up to fire off a quick salute Emmanuel's way. "Ready for extraction!" she calls out.
Emmanuel moves protectively towards Irene.
"Ahhhh!" Irene yells out in alarm, seeing seven of the Destined Host charging their way.
Irene tries to hustle for the exit as fast as possible.
"Good work!" Emmanuel calls over toward Irene, as the masculine urge to sacrifice himself overcomes him. "Remember me," He asks of her, and turns to run toward the a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry, "Aaaah!"
The Combative Alliance has proved victorious.
The tide turns as Emmanuel summons a drone strike, revealing the gravity of their commitment to the mission, while Irene assesses their dwindling options with a mix of sarcasm and strategic foresight. Amidst gunfire and the relentless pursuit by their adversaries, a hint of humor and camaraderie blossoms between the agents, even as the situation escalates with Emmanuel obtaining the tome. With the object of their mission finally in hand, a moment of vulnerability is shared between Irene and Emmanuel, hinting at deeper bonds formed in the crucible of their perilous undertaking. In a final act of defiance and sacrifice, Emmanuel urges Irene to escape with the tome as he confronts the advancing Destined Host alone, his farewell a poignant reminder of the personal costs entwined with their victory. The mission concludes with Irene securing the tome and preparing for extraction, leaving the future implications of their success a whispered promise in the wind.
At Thu Nov 21 2024, in the city of Brasilia, Brazil
Mission: Intercept an ancient demonic tome and bring it back to the extraction point.
In the heart of Brasilia lies a hidden vault nestled deep within an obscure library. The vault holds an ancient demonic tome known for its apocalyptic prophecies and dangerous incantations. The vault, guarded by cryptic puzzles and potent wards, is a challenge that few dare to undertake. However, word of the tome's location has seeped into the underworld and now various groups see an opportunity to claim this powerful object for their own ends. The one who successfully navigates the city’s psychogeographical landscape and breaks the enchantments on the vault could potentially wield a terrifying power or prevent its misuse.
Brasilia, Brazil
It is night, about 27F(-2C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. There is a waning gibbous moon.
Brock charges toward sedan.
Emmanuel charges toward corner.
Irene charges toward Emmanuel.
"The corner, Agent?" Emmanuel suggests aside to Irene after scanning the area with a squint, and then settling his mask into place.
Brock charges toward sedan.
Irene charges toward Emmanuel.
"Oh, fuck me.." Brock mutters under his breath as he squints across the battlefield, "Ugh, where's that fucking pregnant chick, or the methhead when I need them?" He complains to himself.
Emmanuel charges toward corner.
Irene charges toward Emmanuel.
Emmanuel charges toward corner.
Irene charges toward corner.
"Good to see you, sir," Irene addresses Emmanuel, with a look of some surprise on her face when she sees him. She starts the jog towards the corner with a quick nod, and then turns to scan the battlefield. "I only see the idiot on the field," she relays.
Emmanuel charges toward corner.
"That does non narrow it down as much as you'd think," Emmanuel wryly intones back to Irene, before nodding back to her, "Good to see you too. I have had a bit of a lazy week, desole," He notes with some lingering self-depreciating humour.
Irene charges toward corner.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which sparks off the ground near his feet.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which misses him.
Brock charges toward taxi.
Brock charges toward taxi.
"Was starting to think you'd fallen under the Commander's Curse," Irene ominously tells Emmanuel, as they crouch down behind the corner. Pointing out Brock, she explains, "Brock Turner, the frat kid." (He would hate to be called that.) "I think we were all thinking it. Don't see that book of prophecies we're supposed to find here, do you?"
Brock fires off a shot at bus which completely misses it.
"It is a very dangerous curse," Emmanuel allows with a sobering little nod, while moving to crouch down beside Irene. Though he does so with an old man groan, "I swear, my knees," The Templar complains under his breath, and shakes his head, "I do non see anyone out there. They might be hiding?"
Brock fires off a shot at bus which completely misses it.
Brock charges toward bus.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which sparks off the ground near his feet.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which sparks off the ground near his feet.
Brock draws and quickly fires an arrow at bus, it damages it.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which misses him.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which misses him.
"Maybe we should make a run for that alleyway, see if we can't see anything there?" Irene suggests to Emmanuel, pointing it out. She turns to look with some bemusement when the man she'd called an 'idiot', for all intents and purposes, seems to be randomly shooting up a bus, and shakes her head.
Brock charges toward taxi.
Irene charges toward alley.
Brock charges toward taxi.
"..Maybe they hate public transport?" Emmanuel suggests aside to someone, before nodding in agreement. "Oui, this is a good plan. Take the lead, Agent." He orders her, likely to afford her cover while she moves, and not at all just so he can keep an eye on her.
"..Maybe they hate public transport?" Emmanuel suggests aside to Irene, before nodding in agreement. "Oui, this is a good plan. Take the lead, Agent." He orders her, likely to afford her cover while she moves, and not at all just so he can keep an eye on her.
"Couldn't hear you, sir, could you repeat that?" Irene calls out over the top of her lungs, pausing here to take a look around, before shaking her head. "Nothing here either. Gonna run for that van, too."
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Irene which sparks off the ground near his feet.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Irene which sparks off the ground near his feet.
Emmanuel says "It is okay, nothing worth hearing. I was just agreeing with you."
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier strikes the bus she's taking cover behind.
Irene charges toward van.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which misses him.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which misses him.
"Man, you never give me any positive reinforcement," Irene loudly complains, although her voice drips with sarcasm. When suddenly people are shooting at her, she ducks and proudly exclaims, "Found them!"
"Oui, I am terrible," Emmanuel allows in just as dry a tone, while calling in drone fire against the public transport.
Emmanuel raises two fingers to his mouth, whistling as he calls in a drone strike upon bus and their surroundings, which damages it.
Emmanuel charges toward van.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier strikes the bus she's taking cover behind.
Irene charges toward van.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which misses him.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which sparks off the ground near his feet.
"Fuck, fuck. Fuck-fuck-fuck," Brock puts his vocabulary to it's absolutely limits as he dashes across the nightmare while being shot at.
Emmanuel raises two fingers to his mouth, whistling as he calls in a drone strike upon bus and their surroundings, which damages it.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating bus's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier damages it.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which sparks off the ground near his feet.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which misses him.
Joining Emmanuel and the frat bro in firing on that bus over there, Irene expresses in a tone of some bewilderment, "Brock figured it out? /Brock/?" She shakes her head one more time. This is the bad place.
Emmanuel raises two fingers to his mouth, whistling as he calls in a drone strike upon bus and their surroundings, which damages it.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating bus's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier damages it.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which misses him.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which misses him.
"Even a bro-ken clock is right twice a day, hm?" Emmanuel quips aside to Irene, and then nudges her with his elbow, "Bro-ken? Get it? Irene? Are you getting it? Agent?"
Emmanuel raises two fingers to his mouth, whistling as he calls in a drone strike upon bus and their surroundings, which damages it.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating bus's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier damages it.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which misses him.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which sparks off the ground near his feet.
Irene giggles raucously at Emmanuel's pun, diabolical sycophant that she is.
Emmanuel laughs too, because he's hilarious, and the joke was that funny.
Emmanuel raises two fingers to his mouth, whistling as he calls in a drone strike upon bus and their surroundings, which damages it.
Brock draws and quickly fires an arrow at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry, it strikes the bus she's taking cover behind.
Brock charges toward bus.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating bus's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier damages it.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which sparks off the ground near his feet.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Brock which sparks off the ground near his feet.
While they're all out here just casually shooting up public transport, villains that they are, Irene asks Emmanuel aside, "You got time for that meeting after this?"
Emmanuel raises two fingers to his mouth, whistling as he calls in a drone strike upon bus and their surroundings, which damages it.
Brock draws and quickly fires an arrow at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry, it completely misses her.
Brock charges toward bus.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating bus's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier damages it.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Brock, it ineffectually wounds his stomach.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Brock, it deflects off his armor.
Irene charges toward bus.
Emmanuel raises two fingers to his mouth, whistling as he calls in a drone strike upon bus and their surroundings, which damages it.
"I do," Emmanuel notes back to someone after catching his breath from cackling like a witch. It probably hurts the leftist in him to be destroying something that helps the masses, but he continues firing at that poor bus.
"I do," Emmanuel notes back to someone after catching his breath from cackling like a witch. It probably hurts the leftist in him to be destroying something that helps the masses, but he continues firing at that poor bus.
Brock launches an attack at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry which is parried by her.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier strikes the bus she's taking cover behind.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Brock, it deflects off his a pair of armored bracers.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Brock, it deflects off his a pair of armored bracers.
"I do," Emmanuel notes back to Irene after catching his breath from cackling like a witch. It probably hurts the leftist in him to be destroying something that helps the masses, but he continues firing at that poor bus.
"I can.. do this.." Brock huffs to himself as he tries to stab the cultists.
Brock can not, in fact, do this.
Emmanuel raises two fingers to his mouth, whistling as he calls in a drone strike upon bus and their surroundings, which damages it.
Brock launches an attack at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry which impacts against her armor.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating bus's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier damages it.
Brock fades out of the nightmare.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Irene which misses him.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Irene which misses him.
Emmanuel raises two fingers to his mouth, whistling as he calls in a drone strike upon bus and their surroundings, which damages it.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating bus's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier damages it.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Irene which misses him.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Irene which misses him.
Daring to step out from behind that typical unmarked van the Temple seems so fond of hiding out in, Irene lifts up her carbine to fire off a few close shots, squinting into the distance. "Your place or mine?" she asks, during a brief pause.
"I'm feeling lazy, mine." Emmanuel decides after a few moments, "Wear something pretty, hm?" He drawls out then, faintly amused.
Emmanuel raises two fingers to his mouth, whistling as he calls in a drone strike upon bus and their surroundings, which damages it.
a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fades out of the nightmare.
Emmanuel has an ancient demonic tome.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating bus's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier damages it.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Irene which misses him.
"I am wearing something pretty!" Irene claims, pretending to be intensely offended in those bulky, oversized battle-clothes, which both hide her face and do nothing for her figure.
Emmanuel raises two fingers to his mouth, whistling as he calls in a drone strike upon bus and their surroundings, which damages it.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating bus's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier damages it.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Irene which deflects off his shield.
"Pretty effective," Emmanuel allows, making a so-so gesture with his hand before gripping his firearm with both once more.
Emmanuel raises two fingers to his mouth, whistling as he calls in a drone strike upon bus and their surroundings, which damages it.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating bus's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier damages it.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Irene which ineffectually wounds his left leg.
Emmanuel raises two fingers to his mouth, whistling as he calls in a drone strike upon bus and their surroundings, which damages it.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating bus's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier damages it.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Irene which ineffectually wounds his right arm.
Irene charges toward van.
Emmanuel charges toward a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry.
Emmanuel fires off a shot at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry which impacts against her armor.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Emmanuel which misses him.
Emmanuel charges toward a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry.
Clearly on the verge of being overwhelmed, Irene turns around and hoofs it back to the unmarked van, likely to confer with the spooks inside.
Emmanuel fires off a shot at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry which impacts against her armor.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Emmanuel which misses him.
Irene charges toward van.
Emmanuel charges toward a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry.
Emmanuel fires off a shot at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry which impacts against her armor.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Emmanuel which misses him.
Emmanuel charges toward a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry.
Emmanuel swings his weapon at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry, it impacts against her armor.
a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fades out of the nightmare.
Emmanuel has an ancient demonic tome.
After taking some time to recover, Irene breaks out from behind the van and sprints out to join Emmanuel once more.
"Run my way!" Irene calls out to someone, when she notices he has the book. She starts for the exit, instead of the bus.
"Run my way!" Irene calls out to the Captain, when she notices he has the book. She starts for the exit, instead of the bus.
Emmanuel charges toward van.
"Huff, huff, huff," Emmanuel huffs and puffs in response over the comms, which may just be interpreted as 'okay'.
Assessing the options, Irene suggests with a glance around, "We could sit tight behind that van until it's time to make an exit."
Irene charges toward van.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating bus's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier damages it.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Emmanuel which misses him.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Emmanuel which misses him.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Emmanuel which misses him.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Emmanuel which misses him.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fires off a shot at Emmanuel which misses him.
Having had enough of seeing that bus, Irene elects to turn around and shoot it up some more for good measure.
Irene charges toward van.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier misses her.
Emmanuel says "Ow! "
Emmanuel raises two fingers to his mouth, whistling as he calls in a drone strike upon a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry and their surroundings, which misses her.
Emmanuel charges toward van.
"Man, they really seem to hate you," Irene observes aside to Emmanuel, giving him the bewildered look of someone who truly couldn't fathom why anyone would shoot the poor Frenchman.
A staccato of gunfire erupts from Irene's position, punctuating a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry's path. With deadly aim of his M4, the soldier sparks off the ground near her feet.
Emmanuel raises two fingers to his mouth, whistling as he calls in a drone strike upon a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry and their surroundings, which misses her.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Emmanuel, it is parried by his steel battle-axe.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Emmanuel, it is parried by his steel battle-axe.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Emmanuel, it is parried by his steel battle-axe.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Emmanuel, it is parried by his steel battle-axe.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Emmanuel, it is parried by his steel battle-axe.
"This happens a lot," Emmanuel exhales back to Irene with a shake of the head, "Maybe they have been speaking with the Order, hm? Or Selina?"
Irene launches a stab at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry, it is parried by her.
Irene moves protectively towards Emmanuel.
Emmanuel swings his weapon at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry, it impacts against her armor.
a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fades out of the nightmare.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Emmanuel, it is parried by his steel battle-axe.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Emmanuel, it is parried by his steel battle-axe.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Emmanuel, it is parried by his steel battle-axe.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Emmanuel, it is parried by his steel battle-axe.
Irene launches a stab at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry, it is parried by her.
Emmanuel swings his weapon at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry, it impacts against her armor.
a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fades out of the nightmare.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Emmanuel, it is parried by his steel battle-axe.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Emmanuel, it is parried by his steel battle-axe.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Emmanuel, it deflects off his shield.
"Not looking good," Irene murmurs, seeing five of them close in around their van. She loyally tries to position herself between Emmanuel and the assailants, brandishing her blade, but one of them simply knocks her over, ignoring her, clearly most determined to focus on him, and only him.
"Hey, you three!" she taunts the remaining trio. "Your smell! I fucked your mother!" Alas, nothing seems to work, they only unreasonably hate Emmanuel.
Irene launches a stab at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry, it is parried by her.
Emmanuel swings his weapon at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry, it impacts against her armor.
a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fades out of the nightmare.
"They hate their mothers, Agent! They're Destined Host!" Emmanuel calls aside to Irene, critical of her efforts to draw attention away from him.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Emmanuel, it deflects off his shield.
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Emmanuel, it deflects off his shield.
Irene launches a stab at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry, it is parried by her.
Emmanuel swings his weapon at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry, it impacts against her armor.
a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fades out of the nightmare.
"I made sweet, sweet, passionate love to your mother," Irene duly changes tactics, when Emmanuel scolds her. "I am in love with that woman. She is the most beautiful, educated, smart, talented, witty woman I have ever met. She must be so proud of you for the work you do."
A Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry launches a stab at Emmanuel, it deflects off his shield.
Irene launches a stab at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry, it is parried by him.
Emmanuel swings his weapon at a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry, it is parried by him.
a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry fades out of the nightmare.
"This might work, oui!" Emmanuel cheerleaders for Irene while fending off the soldiers, battering their itty bitty knives away with his large, girthy axe.
"Or we could just do that," Irene supposes, when the last of the Destined Host assailants has been stabbed to death out of the Nightmare.
"I need to catch my breath," Emmanuel pants out then, moving to hand off the very important ancient relics to Irene then, "Run, agent. Run."
Giving the Captain a quick, sharp nod, Irene reaches over to take the demonic tome with both hands, sheathing her blade, for now. She turns then to run, as commanded, as fast as her rather long legs will carry her.
"Those are some long legs." Emmanuel comments aside to the fallen forms of their opponents while replacing the shattered plates in his armour. Only once this is well and truly finished does he move to cover the agent.
Pausing at the exit of the vault, Irene takes a moment to catch her breath, before straightening up to fire off a quick salute Emmanuel's way. "Ready for extraction!" she calls out.
Emmanuel moves protectively towards Irene.
"Ahhhh!" Irene yells out in alarm, seeing seven of the Destined Host charging their way.
Irene tries to hustle for the exit as fast as possible.
"Good work!" Emmanuel calls over toward Irene, as the masculine urge to sacrifice himself overcomes him. "Remember me," He asks of her, and turns to run toward the a Destined Host soldier with sigil-etched weaponry, "Aaaah!"
The Combative Alliance has proved victorious.