Quickencon: The Roleplay

[Kratos Krisna]

Greta remembered coming into Edmond's employ as an assistant. 7 years after that she delivered some papers for him to sign. And then she recalled spending that night at his home when a storm came down. Helping herself to the red wine in his cellar, she went to sleep in his bed, only to stay asleep for several days. When she awoke, He was kneeling before the bed and presenting her with a sword. He seemed to be begging her to both forgive and punish him. Only when he admitted to killing her did she notice that her head was splitting from pain. He told her that that was the buzz, and that she would have to get used to it. He said he had killed her to make her his Immortal lover. He had done so acting under the influence of the Quickening. He had taken the head of an exceptionally reckless Immortal named Captain St. Leger, and the recklessness and impulsivity transferred with the quickening. A man called Methos had led him to a magic bog that spat fire when one magical like an Immortal was near. All added influence from magical sources were cleansed by walking through the flames. Once he'd done so, he knew he had to make things right with her. So he waited for her to awaken from the drugs and slow acting poisons intended to slow her heart till it stopped, time after time after time.

Hearing this bizarre tale, she could scarcely believe any of it, until she looked at the dust that was starting to accumulate, and at the sight of her boss taking off his shirt and stabbing himself in the gut. He took less time to revive before she did fleeing the room. Convinced that he spoke the truth, she asked if the enigmatic Duncan MacLeod was also such a creature. He had said he was. Well that explained a lot, now didn't it?

"I'm doing very well, Adam," Greta replied, thankful that she had chosen to spare Edmond's life and trained in combat arts and other crafts thousands of years old.

"By the way," Greta queried. "What do you know about the man in the big green armor? I don't like him. But it's hard to like someone who makes a kiddy sartoon about himself where he subjugates the human race."  

[Immortal Methos]

"Kortan?" Methos said. "We go back a bit. He's psychotic. Check that -- he makes psychotic look sane. My best advice to you is gather MacDonnell and the two of you get as far as you can away from him. That's my plan, as soon as I can pry MacLeod and Dawson away from this boondoggle."

Not knowing the story behind her first death, since she had accidentally managed to avoid detection by the Watchers up to this point, he asked, "Is MacDonnell your teacher?"  

[Kratos Krisna]

Immortal Methos

"Kortan?" Methos said. "We go back a bit. He's psychotic. Check that -- he makes psychotic look sane. My best advice to you is gather MacDonnell and the two of you get as far as you can away from him. That's my plan, as soon as I can pry MacLeod and Dawson away from this boondoggle."

Not knowing the story behind her first death, since she had accidentally managed to avoid detection by the Watchers up to this point, he asked, "Is MacDonnell your teacher?"

"Define Teacher," she replied. "I already was taking Judo when I became Immortal, and one of his bodygaurds taught me how to elude identification by other Immortals. My conbat technique has a variety of influences. My Edmond teaches me about custms, and other Immortals he knows that's how I knew you before you removed your 'face'), and business."  

[Immortal Methos]

"Other Immortals can still pick you out when you come into range," Methos reminded her. "Who's teaching you how to fight with a sword?"

The elevator had arrived on the mezzanine floor and Methos stepped out, waiting to see if Greta would follow.  

[Kratos Krisna]

"We're still looking for a particular blade that favors my dimensions and weight. I'm generally not a clumsy person, but I don't have sufficient grace with a sword." What she didn't tell Methos was that what she'd learned from Edmond made swords more of a hindrance against her than an asset. The knives and wires incorporated into her costume were not just for show.  

[Kratos Krisna]

Kratos Krisna

The one dressed as Date Masamune (if he'd been a video game character) apporached Edmond first and said "You seem really familiar with Tracy. Care to explain how?" He seemed to be stroking the sheath of his sword while he said this.

This surprised MacDonnell. He didn't know Greta as "Tracy." Hoping to avoid revealing something he shouldn't, he merely said "That's between me and her."

"So," Edmond began, "What are you idiots dressed as, why are you sizing me up, and why are you bringing mortals armed with swords that haven't been peace-bonded, yet?"

"We are characters from the popular video game Devil Kings, we would like your head, and it would be disingenuous to peace bond swords we intend to kill someone with," replied the man in the strange metal armor. These mortals accompany us to make the 'No 2 on 1' rule redundant." Trouble!  

[Kratos Krisna]

"Youyr weapons are not Peace Bonded," Edmond countered. "And Devil Kings takes characters from the Sengoku era as it's inspiration. That's going to grind a few entrants here. I can say with absolute certainty that if you keep that up, NOt all of you, if any, will be leaving this Gathering alive." Privately he hoped that Duncan and Greta and Kortan and Methos were doing better keeping things in order than he was.

At that moment Greta was getting off of the elevator with Rorshach and getting to her business as Edmond's assisstant with her Immortal flirt in tow. Going towards the Speed Dating room, with the Dealer's Room next on her list, she continued her conversation with the World's oldest man.  

[Kratos Krisna]

Immortal Methos

"Other Immortals can still pick you out when you come into range," Methos reminded her. "Who's teaching you how to fight with a sword?"

The elevator had arrived on the mezzanine floor and Methos stepped out, waiting to see if Greta would follow.

"Edmond has been teaching me how to improvise with anything on hand in the event of sword fights. In this century one cannot justify bringing swords into corporate and federal buildings. Under any circumstances that Immortals depnd upon. So I can deflect swords, disarm assailants, turn my opponent's attack against him, read their every subtle tell and motion... or just shoot first, behaed later." She paused, wondering if she'd said too much. It seemed that was the case, as she observed Arak walking by by checking something off on a clip board. She knew very well not to give away any secrets around Arak. He was probably how that sex tape had gotten into Kortan's hands. Or a copy, at least.  

[Immortal Methos]

Methos nodded. "Smart of Edmond," he said. "I know at least a dozen ways to kill someone with a paper clip, but I still advise sword training as well. If your opponent has a sword, he has reach on you that garrotes can't overcome."

He looked her over, half noting the passing attention she payed to the man with the clipboard. "I'm sure I could find you a sword that would be a compliment to your size, strength and sense of balance. If you can be taught to fight with melee weapons, you can learn the blade as well."

Suddenly Methos' cell phone buzzed, and he saw that it was MacLeod. "Excuse me while I take this, Greta?"  

[Immortal Methos]

[[I'm sorry this has been going so slow -- I'm going to try to bring Methos on line at least once a day now, if I can. Life's been frustrating.]]  

[Kratos Krisna]

Immortal Methos

[[I'm sorry this has been going so slow -- I'm going to try to bring Methos on line at least once a day now, if I can. Life's been frustrating.]]

No problem, I've been busy.

Greta hadn't told him, but She'd been training with a weapon that could make a sword become a liability, even more so than it already was in today's world. And it fit inconspicuously with her choice of costume.  

[Kratos Krisna]

Speaking of swords, how did he hide his sword in that Rorschach costume? He showed her a parlor trick once, that strormy night, (seriously, how did lightning come down when the sunset had been cloudless, she had wondered) where he pull a sword out of very little clothing. THat would come in very handy here, though She would have to report and detain him if he did it. It seemed unlikely that he would have had it peacebonded, in a ROrschaxch costume.

"Listen, Adam." She began. "There are going to be metal detectors operational tommorrow when everything gets underway. You need your sword Peace Bonded, or you'll be arrested. Your costume was a horrible choice for concealing a weapon. You're not necessarily in a trap, but you will turn any room in this place into one if you're caught."  

[Immortal Methos]

"I can't talk right now, love," Methos quipped to the person on the other side of the cellphone, hanging up on Mac sputtering, "Where the hell are you? Adam, you'd better not be--"

*end*

Methos looked mildly at Greta, then indicated his Rorschach outfit that consisted of a fedora, mask, cravet, knee-length trenchcoat, jeans and sneakers -- really, he was just a hat and psycho mask away from Conner Macleod's every day attire.

"Thanks for the heads up," he said, "but you make it sound like I'm in a bikini. Trust me -- if it weren't for the metal detector, no one would ever know about the sword I'm carrying."

[[Seriously, if Conner and Duncan can hide them in trenchcoats, Methos can. Immortals seem to have little trouble doing this. Did you see the skin tight catsuit Amanda pulled one out of once?]]  

[Gaston Marceau]

After spending some time decked out in Klingon armor cavorting around with usual convention goers and other assorted nerds (many requesting photo ops and such) the immortal known as Etienne Theriot decided to drop theatricality for the time being and go for a little information gathering.

On a whim, he rented a room at an adjoining hotel and changed out of the Klingon getup in favor of something a little less showy. Rather dubious about the 'peace bonding' and 'no combat' rules of QuickenCon, he took steps to protect himself.

Being a former secret agent had its advantages in that you can pick up all sorts of nifty toys. A suit of body armor protected his torso and vital organs from harm, with ancillary plates covering his arms and legs. Noting that the paint was dry on the armor, Etienne grins. If a certain patriarch of the New Orleans Thieves Guild knew he was being impersonated today, he'd probably have one rare fit. No immortal goes without a trench coat it seems, so the full length brown duster complimented the X-Men Gambit getup quite nicely.

Two practical items completed the ensemble: a full length quarterstaff was the obvious tool, resilient enough to withstand hits from a sword blade and packing enough of a wallop to knock a foolish Immortal silly if needed. The other was his trusty Desert Eagle pistol...both weapons were of ceramic carbon polymers...capable of passing through any metal detector with nary a blip (handy when he and his team ahd to use public transportation while under cover). With the Eagle tucked securely in a hidden shoulder holster, and the requisite concealed carry permit included with his ID and credentials, Etienne was ready to head back to QuickenCon.

He thought to himself that he might be going a little overboard in actually dressing up for the bloody thing, but when in Rome...

...returning to the convention area, he notices more people have arrived, and the event really seems to be ramping up. Remembering that Duncan was rather moody last time he was here, Etienne sends Methos a text first...like you can really hear to talk over a cell phone in this madhouse anyway.

*Back in the convention center. You all right, old man?*  

[Kratos Krisna]

Immortal Methos

"I can't talk right now, love," Methos quipped to the person on the other side of the cellphone, hanging up on Mac sputtering, "Where the hell are you? Adam, you'd better not be--"

*end*

Methos looked mildly at Greta, then indicated his Rorschach outfit that consisted of a fedora, mask, cravet, knee-length trenchcoat, jeans and sneakers -- really, he was just a hat and psycho mask away from Conner Macleod's every day attire.

"Thanks for the heads up," he said, "but you make it sound like I'm in a bikini. Trust me -- if it weren't for the metal detector, no one would ever know about the sword I'm carrying."

[[Seriously, if Conner and Duncan can hide them in trenchcoats, Methos can. Immortals seem to have little trouble doing this. Did you see the skin tight catsuit Amanda pulled one out of once?]]

I didn't but I've heard about it. Maybe it's a pocket space ability.

Greta proposed that Methos went to the ball the evening after next. She had no idead how Malone had persuaded the Ten Tenors to sing as guests, but she was pleased he had. She was going to do her work with him on her arm for as long as she could, but sooner or later she would have to go somewhere he had no security access. And if he didn't meet Colin MacLeod, so much the better. Just Imagine if Mac FOund Out.