paixaorpg | Time to rescue the Princess, er, summoner! (Active, Open)

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Time to rescue the Princess, er, summoner! (Active, Open)

Who: Harry Dresden, Belle, Hades, Yuna, anyone looking to save the latter from the former.
What: The citizens of Paixao gather to save one of their own from the God of Death
Where: Starts at Yuuko's shop, then makes its way over to Hades' hideout
When: The night Belle and Harry found Hades hideout
Warnings: Probably violence, will update as needed
Notes: Okay, this is one of those pesky large scale logs, so everyone try and move fast (says the hypocrite) especially in the beginning. I figure we get everyone to tag in at Yuuko's shop, Harry and Belle will outline the location and plan, and then everyone split up into teams and make their way to the house. From there, things can hit the fan.

It had taken some time for Harry and Belle to get back to Yuuko's shop, having taken a different path and used some magical and mundane trickery to hopefully keep them from being followed. With any luck, by now people would have started to arrive.

Belle had kept Harry up to date on the responses on the message board, and he'd taken the time to try and sketch out a rough plan. It was far from perfect, but they couldn't leave Yuna imprisoned any longer than they had to, so for now it would have to do. With any luck, the others would have some suggestions as well.

Turning the street, he saw the familiar wall of Yuuko's shop, and turning to Belle grinned and said, "Well, I hope we have enough time to get the party set up before the guests arrive.

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Belle smiled slightly at Harry's unflappable sarcasm. In a way, that dry sense of humor was strengthening. "Somehow I doubt they'll be in a celebratory mood," she replied, opening the gate. "But I have to say, I'm happy that so many want to help...so many powerful people at that."

NiGHTS had found the place easily; she knew the city by heart now. She whirled around to the front of the store (it hadn't taken her long to get to her destination) and bowed to the people there - one of which she already know. "Hello, Belle," she chuckled, then gave Harry an appraising (albeit friendly) look. Hm. Judging by his Ideya, Belle had good taste in friends.

"Well," she said, "have we decided where we're going?" She knew, of course, that they were going after Yuna and Hades, but she didn't know where that was. And that water balloon NiGHTS had hidden in her sleeve? Oh, that was nothing. Just a fun little surprise for Hades.

Tanaka had never been specifically to visit the shop, but he had made a point of patrolling the city enough to remember how to get there. His arrival was as prompt as ever.

He nodded to those already present--Miss Belle, the man he had met briefly when taking on the Organization's lair, and another individual he wasn't familiar with--but didn't add anything to the conversation. He trusted the important details would come up without his asking.

For Ico, getting to the rescue party outside Yuuko's Shop required taking the trains for the first time on his own. It was an unnerving experience, to say the least, for there was nothing like it in the world he grew up in. It was like being in the belly of a giant metal snake, whistling shrilly and blowing out great bouts of smoke. The horned boy felt uneasy, and tried to doze a bit while seated on the the cushioned seats, his sword resting across his lap. Although the rune-inscribed sword normally crackled with white lightning when held, the symbols glowing one at a time, its activity was unusually subdued, as if it were sentient and sensed no danger. Or perhaps it was saving his strength for the battle, like its wielder; strength that would undoubtedly be needed if it were to battle a god of death.

Eventually, for what seemed to the boy like forever, (for he was never very good at staying in one place for too long,) the train stopped at his desired location, and he made his way out of the belly of the steam-powered train, out into lamp-lit darkness as night fell on Paixao. Few citizens were out at this time at night, and those who did steered clear of the boy with the glowing sword, though not without curiosity.

He found Yuuko's shop soon enough, and spotted the gathering of people: two men, a woman, and a jester figure who appeared to float in the air before them. Sword in hand (for the boy had not yet found a sheath to carry it in), the twelve year-old boy with horns approached them, a solemn expression on his face as he considered what they were here for.

"Hello," he called out to them, a subdued greeting if ever there was one. His blue-green eyes looked over at the unfamiliar faces, though he recognized a couple from the journal portraits. "I am here to lend my skill to the rescue party. Is it not too late to join?"

Lenne walked the distance from her present home to Yuuko's shop, too distracted to give a thought to the growing dark, and a short distance it was not. It wasn't that she had anything against the trains, but they moved far too quickly for her swirling thoughts. She used the travel time to think. Yuna. She knew that name, or rather, there was just something about it that rang in her, more the person the name belonged to than the name itself. And she was in trouble. Somehow, Lenne felt she owed the girl something, and whether or not that was true, it didn't really matter. She wanted, needed to help someone. This was as good a time as any to stop being a hermit, right? Yeah. That's it.

Being a hermit had it's severe disadvantages. (Yes, there WERE actual advantages, but that's another matter altogether.) She had no idea who any of the people that had volunteered for the rescue were, nor could she really say she knew the kidnapped. Awkward. Not only that, but would they trust her or even want her help? Well, she wouldn't know until she asked.

She approached the small group at length, many times having nearly turned around and started "home." She smiled, a little strained but genuine, and bowed slightly in greeting, her staff clutched in her hands behind her back.

"Hi there," she greeted them softly. "Any room for another would-be rescuer?" she asked, much more confidently than she felt. Being a performer had its perks. She took a brief moment to look the others in the eyes as she waited for any response, just trying to get a feel of the situation. What an interesting assortment they were.

Karrin had checked an rechecked her gear before finally leaving her apartment and going to Yuuko's. She wondered if the strange witch woman would be helping at all in their endeavor to save the girl. Karrin brushed some of her bangs out of her face with a sigh, while she didn't like the fact that her first case was a kidnapping she was glad to finally be able to do something here of use.

She approached the gathering group and had to wonder if they really needed this many.

Then again, they were going up against a god.

Braska had never been quick to anger. Even when he had first heard Yuna had been taken, he had been more distressed than angry--he had worried for Yuna's safety above all else. But after Hades's post, after everything he had said and done, Braska couldn't forgive the god. Lord of the Dead he may have been, but Braska wouldn't allow that to stop him.

The high summoner's face was set in a solemn frown as he approached the shop. He gave the group a polite bow, his frown dissolving into a kind--if not strained--smile. "I suppose I have come to the right place," he began, "If there is anything you would like me to do before we go, do not hesitate to ask."

Auron arrived not long after Braska. Though the ex-guardian didn't show it, the entire incident disturbed him. Hades was obviously one who would go to any length to get his revenge on him--a revenge Auron didn't understand. He remained silent, as out of sight as possible, occasionally glancing at Braska. The situation was taking its tole on the summoner, anyone could see that.

He intended to stay silent until the planning began. As far as he was concerned, he had caused enough trouble.

Death was the last to arrive, having had a ways to walk and a good deal of thinking to do in the meantime. He'd worked with gods before (and more often than not around them), but this was the first time he'd ever gone up against one directly. Add in the fact that Hades was supposedly the god of - well, his job - and this situation became a tangle that even Death was having trouble puzzling out.

But a girl was in trouble, needlessly so. He would not sit idly by.

He had reached that conclusion at the same time he reached the designated meeting place. Quite a few people he knew or had already seen had made it there before him. I TAKE IT I AM NOT TOO LATE.

Late, as was the norm for him, Jecht was pumping his legs in a full-blown sprint. He had already taken several wrong turns trying to locate this 'meeting place' and the locals didn't help, either. Perhaps it was his sweaty appearance plus the panicked look in his face that scared away the locals he screamed at to tell him where this shop was.

After bursting into two buildings that were obviously not where he was supposed to be, he tried his luck on the third. It didn't help that everything around was written in a language that resembled Spiran (they just seemed less curly) just enough to confuse him further.

Jumping in through the door, he heaved in several breaths as he looked around, "ALL RIGHT!" he cried in victory, celebrating that he had finally made it to the right place. Not to mention, how much his blood was boiling with anticipation of the action to come. "LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!"

Harry waited until everyone had responded arrived, mentally ticking off the seconds in his head. He knew on some level that he was being a bit absurd, and that since there was no sign that Hades had detected them when they checked out his place there was no sense in rushing. Still, at the same time he didn't feel right leaving Yuna alone with her captor any longer than he had to, and from the look of things several of the others here felt the same way.

Besides, right now they had the element of surprise, and if they really were going up against a god, they'd need all the help they can get. He recognized Tanaka and Auron from the raid on the Organization's lab, and he felt a lot better about this whole thing knowing Murphy and Death would be along for the ride. Murphy because she was someone he could trust absolutely, and Death because they'd need some serious firepower for this, and it didn't get much more serious than Death. He didn't know the others really, but given the fact that he got a strong impression of power from several of them, he could only hope they knew what they were getting into.

He had been about to start talking right when Jecht made his rather dramatic entrance, and taking a second to give the man a look that strongly implied Harry thought he was nuts, then another to push down his subsequent irritation, before trying again.

"Alright, now that everyone's here, this is the situation. Working together, Belle and I have determined that Hades is keeping Yuna in a house in the Villas Salonas neighborhood. The house itself has three visible entrances, and a I suspect Yuna is probably being kept in the basement. Right now, I think the best plan is for us to split into three teams, each one covering a doorway. Whichever way Hades tries to go out, that team holds him until the others can get there and back him up."

Looking serious, Harry locked eyes with each of the group for a second. "Now, I'll admit I don't have a clear idea of how powerful Hades is, or what he is capable of, but given he shares a name with a God of Death where I come from, I'm not inclined to take any chances. We need to hit him hard, fast, and not hold anything back. Showboating and playing with your opponent to see how strong he is will be strongly discouraged. Feel free to cheat at your whim. Remember, our first priority is to get Yuna back."

He paused, then added, "Oh, and not die, that's also important. I want to thank you all for coming, but if you want this last chance to back out, feel free to. Anyone who calls you a coward can take it up with me, because avoiding this kind of fight if you're not ready isn't cowardice, it's being smart, something I've never really gotten the hang of."

He waited for a moment, then went on, "Okay, let's get into two teams of three, and one of four, and head out. I'll show everyone where the house is on the map, and each group can make their own way there. Just send a signal when you're in place by having one team member post on the network asking where to find a good cup of coffee."

[ooc: You can either roleplay the team selection and further planning or just have it happen off screen, once the teams are ready just start a thread for them with them hiding outside the house. I figure we can skim over the whole walking to the house thing, just assume Harry showed them where it is]

The walk back to Hades' hideout seemed both impossibly short and incredibly long. Now, crouched by the back entrance to the unassuming building, her heart pounding in her ears and her knees shaking under her skirts, she flipped open the journal device she always carried. "I'm going to send the signal now," she whispered. "Keep a look out?"

Her fingers flew over the device, and though the click clack of the keys was muted, the noise of it still made her wince, as on edge as she was. Even as she wrote the code and set it out into the network, she worried for the rest of the rescue party and prayed that they were safe.

With his group, Ico was led towards the home in which Yuna was held, and around to the side entrance of the building. He looked around the house warily, seeking anything that might seem off, but also looking towards the windows and the ledges, trying to ascertain whether they were scalable. He'd have to leave his sword behind to do so, however, and he wasn't keen on deserting his group either.

And so, as silently as he could, he flattened himself against the wall near the door, sword in both hands in anticipation for what might be lurking inside the house. He didn't know what to expect - the shadows in this place were supposedly different, somehow - and he didn't know what skills his companions possessed (although the skull-faced... thing in the black cloak certainly looked menacing enough.) Therefore, he made no pretense of leading, choosing to defer to their judgment during this rescue mission. Turning his head away from the door, he glanced at his companions with an inquisitive expression; evidently, someone would have to open the door.

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Braska's hand tightened around his staff as he approached the house. It was nerve-wracking, but he did feel better knowing Auron and Jecht were with him. It was almost like old times, albeit without that fate looming over their heads. He didn't know the young woman who had come with them, though there was something strangely familiar about her and she had wanted to help, which, as far as Braska was concerned, was more than enough for him.

The High Summoner turned to the others and cast a few more protective spells. "That should be enough," he said to himself quietly. Or, at least, he hoped it would. He glanced back over at the door, a slow sigh escaping his lips. "I'll put up the signal."

It's the sound of battle that alerts him first, and then he realizes that he can feel the darkness pull in the direction of the different doorways. He… wha - WHAAT?! Someone had FOUND HIM?! How did they possibly manage that? He had kept himself hidden well enough, moved locations, played it safe while everyone was roiling with anger over his words… HOW COULD THEY POSSIBLE HAVE FOUND HIM?!?!

Hades fumes, fire dancing across his arms and burning the table beneath them before he slams them down and shatters it completely. No. No, this was too early. This wasn’t part of his plan at all - they couldn’t be here NOW of all times!

Moving quickly, Hades storms to the room he has Yuna locked up, throwing the door open as he still hears the different battles going on with his Heartless ‘guards.’ Just how many people were gathered here now? Surely they couldn’t be THAT organized!

He scowls at her darkly, a hand on the doorway burning through the wood, staring at her with a seething glare. “Get over here now, or I’ll make you regret it,” he tells her darkly. They needed to escape. This whole new mess didn’t go with his plans at all, so he just had to restart things. Find a new location - where he could not BE FOUND and then… then they would go about this the right way…

If he could just get the girl with no hassles…

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SO SO SORRY EVERYONE

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(Group 2: Ico, Murphy, Death and Harry?)

((Group 3: Auron, Braska, Jecht, and Lenne))

I'll just leave this here now.