Post by Uriel Camael Mikhail on Feb 23, 2013 3:31:06 GMT -5
The clock was ticking on the wall of the Athena Cabin. While most of his siblings were asleep, researching, he was seated on a desk, an eagle owl perched on the side of the wooden oak desk. While Uriel, with his reading glasses on, was examining something. Something that looked like a file. Papers and papers stacked up in front of him. The owl just stared on. Tilting it's head, as if asking "What are you doing?" But Uriel just kept on staring, his calculating eyes staring through the words of the files. His unforgiving eyes seemed to have been burning holes in the paper. But it seems that whatever he was looking at, the mastermind of pain was impressed. he lifted an index finger, dragging a hand through the file. A small impressed look on his face, he turned towards the owl and smiled at it. Speaking.
"looks like we finally found my treasure." He spoke, stroking the owl's chin before grabbing a black attache case, opening it with a simple snap of his fingers. The black attache case contained multiple of things. The Ruger MKI with it's suppressor, a wrist watch, an earpiece, and a container, for the file. Uriel, as if pleased place the folder in the case and shut it close. Before standing up and removing his glasses, grabbing instead the sunglasses, putting them on. Only now can you see what he was wearing; a black sparkling Italian suit. Do not be fooled though. It was the same thing he always wore. It's an armor in disguise. With a snap of his finger, it can morph into a full battle gear. But even in it's stealth form, it still had the capacity to block some blows. Mostly arrows and gunshots. Slowly, he reached in to the desk, grabbing the suppressed Glock 34. Placing it beside his waist. Before he stood up and checked himself on the mirror, nodding. Grabbing the black gloves and putting them on. The moment he did, a small snap sound was heard.
It was all set, he guessed. He was armed. But he wasn't going to get his hands dirty on this one. He was on the backseat. Intel this time. His most valuable asset is having tryouts, and if she wants to prove herself; fine. They'll see. Uriel smiled and grabbed his case, before walking away from His cabin; little did he know that the statue of his mother was staring at him from behind; Oi Vey. Has she been proud of him? He didn't care. His love for himself exceeds everything. Except Anabelle and Athena. But this time, he needed to put that aside first. And as it was, his body slowly faded into the darkest nights. Without camp even knowing he left. His shoes made no sound as he walked away, the case in his hand swinging as he walked further on. Soon enough, in the darkness; there stood the black limousine in it's greatness and luxurious aura; the black windows and the great paint job. But it had an aura of some thing else; it wasn't completely mortal. Uriel walked on the back seat as it opened by itself, and as he slid right in, he sat at the sea. The inside was even grander. The lights were like stars, the seats were comfortable, there was a spinning table, and the outside was completely blacked out. At his side was his asset; Taylor. And he drew out one of the Menthol Smokes, placing it between his lips before lighting it with the lighter on the table. Uriel shrugged and spoke.
"Evening, let's not make this complicated." He opened the case on the table, and pulled out the files, opening it. Only now can you see what it really was. Prints of a Katana sword, with a white grip, a silver blade on the front, and a bronze one on the back part. With some few transcriptions on the bottom. but it was in Greek instead of Japanese. And the other file contained a museum of sort. Where the Katana was hidden. Uriel just spoke. "This is the Silver Bronze Katana made in the Edo Period of Japan. The Katana's are swords of the Ronin, and the Samurai's. they are kind of like... European Longswords . Often used stealthily. Now this one was different. it belonged to a Master Ronin once. There was a folklore in Japan, where this mentally defected kid named Yoshitaru was supposedly possessed by the Spirit of the Fox, and instead of letting him get healed by this fluke of a Shaman, who wanted to stab a hole through him, he just let the kid go batshit insane and actually promised to make a tower for him. So he'd keep climbing that and won't have to endanger himself. And then that ass of a Shaman vowed that Yoshitaru would suffer. And the folklore is cut there. But what really happened was; Yoshitaru turned violent. The Spirit of the Fox made him rabid and gave him supernatural abilities. He murdered his family and planned to take over Japan. Until a Ronin stopped him, using this blade. Now you might ask me "What does this have to do with me?" Well, considering that the Fox who possessed Yoshitaru was actually one of Lycaeon's Alpha wolves, and that the Ninja who stopped him was a Demigod, it has a lot of to do with us. mind you, this was the time when the Western Civilization wasn't formed. So the Olympians probably split their powers into the whole world. So you can bet your arse that beautiful Katana was forged by Olympians. " Uriel nodded and blew smoke away from his mouth before speaking.
"Your mission of course, is to retrieve that for me. I'll provide Intel and I'll be your eyes. However, should you be compromised. I'll provide minimal support. So try not to get caught." He sighed, removing the cigar and tossing it in the ashtray before drawing out an earpiece, handing it to her. "Now put that on. I'll be speaking through that to communicate with you. I'll try not to get involved directly." the car suddenly stopped moving, and Uriel smiled and once more ,reached into the case ,pulling out the suppressed handguns which contained knock out tranquilizers. He handed it over to her and spoke.
"That thing has the power to drop a Grizzly Bear down to it's face. Knocked out. It's concentrated serum is enough to cut off the messages sent by the synapses of the brain and it completely shuts down your system. Although not completely kill you." He leaned backwards and sighed hard, resuming. "Think it of it as a Temporary Comatose which will wear off in no less than twelve hours." Uriel, as if not out of surprises pulled out a silver laptop, placing it on the table and typing in something, which brought up the exact inner section of the Museum through the Cameras.
"I hijacked the Cameras so I can provide Intel Support. When worst comes to worst, we have no choice but to go in hot on them. But...It's much rather that doesn't happen. Trust me." Because Uriel knew this was no ordinary museum. it reeked of Mortal Advanced Weaponry, and even Non Mortal ones. He knew that this demigod would sense it as well. He just felt something bad. And then he coughed. Damn. Was he catching a cold? Hopefully not. "Okay. I'm Disciple Alpha. You're going to be Cloak Delta. understood? Good. " He snapped his finger and the door to the limo opened. And at first sight, the building seemed grand. While Columns of Marbles, great staircases lined with linen gold, as if you were coming to an award show, the huge Oak doors were as well lined with gold. The line to the entrance made people feel like they were tiny. As if you were going to enter the halls of the giants. But, one would be foolish to believe this facade, In the front of the columns were two security guards; armed to the tooth. They didn't look like the stereotypical fat ones; oh no. Far from it.
They had white suits . The snake-like skin etched through them. Their hands were gloved and were as well covered in metal gloves. They were Muscular; and they weren't anything short of 6'2. But the scary thing was their expression. They didn't say, or even flinch. Even when a Limo pulled in in front of the building they were guarding. They didn't even have walkie-talkies. The only thing they did have was a white quarterstaff of sort. Holding it parallel to their sides. The windows also had CCTV Cameras on them. But Uriel just shrugged.
He finally then spoke into the earpiece. "Okay Cloak Delta. There are two ways to get through this,through the windows; but that would require me having to disable the cameras. And judging by the interior of this um....Museum, they'd immediately notice it and we would be compromised. You could manually disable it; but those guards would stop you. And they look like they have no problem beating women. If you try to sneak through the roof, though; well you better be as good as Catwoman. First things first before you decide. Distract the guards."
"looks like we finally found my treasure." He spoke, stroking the owl's chin before grabbing a black attache case, opening it with a simple snap of his fingers. The black attache case contained multiple of things. The Ruger MKI with it's suppressor, a wrist watch, an earpiece, and a container, for the file. Uriel, as if pleased place the folder in the case and shut it close. Before standing up and removing his glasses, grabbing instead the sunglasses, putting them on. Only now can you see what he was wearing; a black sparkling Italian suit. Do not be fooled though. It was the same thing he always wore. It's an armor in disguise. With a snap of his finger, it can morph into a full battle gear. But even in it's stealth form, it still had the capacity to block some blows. Mostly arrows and gunshots. Slowly, he reached in to the desk, grabbing the suppressed Glock 34. Placing it beside his waist. Before he stood up and checked himself on the mirror, nodding. Grabbing the black gloves and putting them on. The moment he did, a small snap sound was heard.
It was all set, he guessed. He was armed. But he wasn't going to get his hands dirty on this one. He was on the backseat. Intel this time. His most valuable asset is having tryouts, and if she wants to prove herself; fine. They'll see. Uriel smiled and grabbed his case, before walking away from His cabin; little did he know that the statue of his mother was staring at him from behind; Oi Vey. Has she been proud of him? He didn't care. His love for himself exceeds everything. Except Anabelle and Athena. But this time, he needed to put that aside first. And as it was, his body slowly faded into the darkest nights. Without camp even knowing he left. His shoes made no sound as he walked away, the case in his hand swinging as he walked further on. Soon enough, in the darkness; there stood the black limousine in it's greatness and luxurious aura; the black windows and the great paint job. But it had an aura of some thing else; it wasn't completely mortal. Uriel walked on the back seat as it opened by itself, and as he slid right in, he sat at the sea. The inside was even grander. The lights were like stars, the seats were comfortable, there was a spinning table, and the outside was completely blacked out. At his side was his asset; Taylor. And he drew out one of the Menthol Smokes, placing it between his lips before lighting it with the lighter on the table. Uriel shrugged and spoke.
"Evening, let's not make this complicated." He opened the case on the table, and pulled out the files, opening it. Only now can you see what it really was. Prints of a Katana sword, with a white grip, a silver blade on the front, and a bronze one on the back part. With some few transcriptions on the bottom. but it was in Greek instead of Japanese. And the other file contained a museum of sort. Where the Katana was hidden. Uriel just spoke. "This is the Silver Bronze Katana made in the Edo Period of Japan. The Katana's are swords of the Ronin, and the Samurai's. they are kind of like... European Longswords . Often used stealthily. Now this one was different. it belonged to a Master Ronin once. There was a folklore in Japan, where this mentally defected kid named Yoshitaru was supposedly possessed by the Spirit of the Fox, and instead of letting him get healed by this fluke of a Shaman, who wanted to stab a hole through him, he just let the kid go batshit insane and actually promised to make a tower for him. So he'd keep climbing that and won't have to endanger himself. And then that ass of a Shaman vowed that Yoshitaru would suffer. And the folklore is cut there. But what really happened was; Yoshitaru turned violent. The Spirit of the Fox made him rabid and gave him supernatural abilities. He murdered his family and planned to take over Japan. Until a Ronin stopped him, using this blade. Now you might ask me "What does this have to do with me?" Well, considering that the Fox who possessed Yoshitaru was actually one of Lycaeon's Alpha wolves, and that the Ninja who stopped him was a Demigod, it has a lot of to do with us. mind you, this was the time when the Western Civilization wasn't formed. So the Olympians probably split their powers into the whole world. So you can bet your arse that beautiful Katana was forged by Olympians. " Uriel nodded and blew smoke away from his mouth before speaking.
"Your mission of course, is to retrieve that for me. I'll provide Intel and I'll be your eyes. However, should you be compromised. I'll provide minimal support. So try not to get caught." He sighed, removing the cigar and tossing it in the ashtray before drawing out an earpiece, handing it to her. "Now put that on. I'll be speaking through that to communicate with you. I'll try not to get involved directly." the car suddenly stopped moving, and Uriel smiled and once more ,reached into the case ,pulling out the suppressed handguns which contained knock out tranquilizers. He handed it over to her and spoke.
"That thing has the power to drop a Grizzly Bear down to it's face. Knocked out. It's concentrated serum is enough to cut off the messages sent by the synapses of the brain and it completely shuts down your system. Although not completely kill you." He leaned backwards and sighed hard, resuming. "Think it of it as a Temporary Comatose which will wear off in no less than twelve hours." Uriel, as if not out of surprises pulled out a silver laptop, placing it on the table and typing in something, which brought up the exact inner section of the Museum through the Cameras.
"I hijacked the Cameras so I can provide Intel Support. When worst comes to worst, we have no choice but to go in hot on them. But...It's much rather that doesn't happen. Trust me." Because Uriel knew this was no ordinary museum. it reeked of Mortal Advanced Weaponry, and even Non Mortal ones. He knew that this demigod would sense it as well. He just felt something bad. And then he coughed. Damn. Was he catching a cold? Hopefully not. "Okay. I'm Disciple Alpha. You're going to be Cloak Delta. understood? Good. " He snapped his finger and the door to the limo opened. And at first sight, the building seemed grand. While Columns of Marbles, great staircases lined with linen gold, as if you were coming to an award show, the huge Oak doors were as well lined with gold. The line to the entrance made people feel like they were tiny. As if you were going to enter the halls of the giants. But, one would be foolish to believe this facade, In the front of the columns were two security guards; armed to the tooth. They didn't look like the stereotypical fat ones; oh no. Far from it.
They had white suits . The snake-like skin etched through them. Their hands were gloved and were as well covered in metal gloves. They were Muscular; and they weren't anything short of 6'2. But the scary thing was their expression. They didn't say, or even flinch. Even when a Limo pulled in in front of the building they were guarding. They didn't even have walkie-talkies. The only thing they did have was a white quarterstaff of sort. Holding it parallel to their sides. The windows also had CCTV Cameras on them. But Uriel just shrugged.
He finally then spoke into the earpiece. "Okay Cloak Delta. There are two ways to get through this,through the windows; but that would require me having to disable the cameras. And judging by the interior of this um....Museum, they'd immediately notice it and we would be compromised. You could manually disable it; but those guards would stop you. And they look like they have no problem beating women. If you try to sneak through the roof, though; well you better be as good as Catwoman. First things first before you decide. Distract the guards."
