Roleplay:Main Forum/Expansions/The Mission to Capture the Greek Flame

Note: A Camp equivalent of the quest will be happening and, depending on the progress, the outcome of Akela could go either way - she may end up at The Spire, she may end up at Camp.

Overview
Briefing=

Overview= The mission goers must go on a quest from The Spire to Nevada in order to capture Akela Kalili. From there, they must traverse back from the workshop to The Spire without losing her. Mission Goers= Locations= Since missions don't work like quests in that they have monsters actively waiting for them, I'll just be outlining where they should go. Every so often I'll post with a challenge like a band of demigods but I won't tell you when - you'll have to look out for my posts!
 * 1) Rory Maximillian
 * 2) Hope Jefferson
 * 3) Jezebella Matthias
 * 4) Donovan Kingston
 * 5) Kara Jensen


 * The Spire
 * Outskirts of Nevada
 * The Nevadan Workshop in the middle of a desert
 * Battle against the kids of Hephaestus and Akela's automatons
 * Capture of Akela
 * Traverse back to The Spire (here Camp may intercept them.)

The Mission
''Please do a posting order and stick to it. If someone neglects to post on this mission for an extended period of time, I reserve the right to remove them so that the mission can progress. You've all be warned.''

Posting Order: Nata, Sophia, Queen of Anarchy, Jaye, Dirael

Leaving the Spire
Rory: Punctual as usual, Rory leaned against the Spire's grandiose entrance hall, his right index finger tapping a rhythm against the cool stone wall. His other arm held a briefcase containing a spare suit, first-aid materials, ambrosia and nectar, and his crossbow supplies. The Council hadn't briefed him much about the mission, but he could infer that this would likely be a small operation, not a large-scale battle. While Rory had the utmost confidence in his own abilities, he had yet to meet his teammates for this mission and could only hope that they would be competent. As he waited for them to arrive, his phone buzzed with a message from his chauffeur. The limousine was waiting for them at a safe spot in a town a few miles away, if his teammates chose to travel in such a manner. Rory didn't trust his chauffeur with the exact location of the Spire, but having access to a motorized vehicle would certainly make the journey faster.

Kara: Kara was just making her way to the entrance hall as she rather habitually did a double on her supplies; bow, claymore and arrows, all check. She was dressed in a sleeveless jumpsuit, some slight modifications here and there to ensure a little more protection, but otherwise, she was confident in this. The mention of Greek Fire had her slightly concerned; Greek Fire is more resistant to water than normal, but if one of her teammates can counter it, then no issues there. She offered a slight smile to Rory in acknowledgement, "I don't suppose you're one of the people I'll work with on this mission?"

Jezebella: Her nefarious outline stood like a sore thumb in contrast to the imperious Spire, long white curls stirring with a gust of wind that swept up the hillside by otherwise didn't seem to bother the girl. Jezebella's galling brown eyes first swept over the larger frame of Rory before quickly flitting over to Kara, the unfamiliarity of the two leading to silence on her behalf. Apparently she wasn't one for jabber. Her aplomb fingers tinkered with what appeared to be a hunk of gold that was just barely corcusant after all these years as she remained silent, her interest soon fading to a former cumbersome state.

Donovan: To anyone who doesn't know him will only see a strikingly handsome young man in his twenties, with dark fitted jeans, combat boots, a grey shirt and a black aviator jacket. Moreover, if you squinted, you'd realize there was a familiar golden glint poking out of each of his boots, and if the sunlight hits just right, something is inside his left sleeve, too. He runs a hand through his hair, fixing the nonexistent mess - he's a perfectionist like that. At the sight of the other three in The Spire's entrance hall, he immediately recognizes them as the people in the mission with him. They have to be; he doesn't believe in coincidences. He nods at them, his face a blank mask. He shoves his hands into his pockets and leans back into one of the pillars, waiting for the final mission goer. "Donovan - son of Lelantos," he says simply, knowing it will suffice.

Hope: The daughter of Eos came in confidently, with her short honey blonde hair freshly washed, wearing a red crop top, leather jacket, black jeans (with some pieces of eather armor underneath) and, of course, her bracelet. In her backpack, she had a few pieces of ambrosia (she was sure that no one else would be clever enough to bring it), extra arrows and some clothes- her slingshot was safely hidden in her pocket. She leaned against the wall, her brown eyes looking at the others suspiciously. She wasn't familiar with any of them, except Kara. "Hope", she said, not willing to talk.

Rory: Nodding in greeting at the people whom he presumed to be his teammates, Rory introduced himself. "Rory Maximillian, son of Mnemosyne." He stopped leaning on the wall and straightened up, silently perusing their pasts using his powers as he moved. All of them were well-trained, and their diverse powersets--Eos, Kronos, Lelantos, and Tethys--reflected their diverse roles within the mission. Rory didn't forsee any major conflicts between their personalities, either. Excellent. "Pleasure to meet you all," he stated cordially, moving on to business. "There's a limousine waiting for us several miles away from the Spire. While it's a bit of a walk, it's much more efficient than traveling the entire way to Nevada by foot. Along the way, we'll have plenty of time to introduce ourselves." He pushed open the Spire's entrance and held the door open for the person behind him. "Ready to go?"

Jezebella: Marked with a hallmark scowl of disinterest, Jezebella lurched forward and began to shove her hands into the pockets of her jacket as she listened to the others confer among themselves while they walked. The destination wouldn't be an issue for her - she had walked longer distances before. Although, it had been some time since she had a chance to see the world again and a certain zeal began to bubble in the pit of her stomach. Jezebella sucked in a fresh breath of air and allowed her declamatory glances to soon cease, attention now directed toward the scenery around them.

Donovan: He pushes himself away from the pillar, standing straight on his feet before he breaks into a walk towards the Spire's exit. Knowing the rest of the team will likely follow suit, he continued to walk, head held high as he studied the surroundings of the Spire. He'd been her thousands of times before - he knew this place and the areas that surrounded it like the back of his hand. Moreover, having five people with ichor in their veins would still garner unwanted attention from monsters. He just wanted to cover all his bases. Jezebella's sharp inhale doesn't slip past Donovan, nor does the way Rory holds himself confidently; he knows immediately he's not totally been screwed over by the Council with incompetent team members. He continues to walk, silent and broody.

​Hope: ​Hope walked out along with the others. Feeling a gentle breeze in her hair, she smiled unwillingly, appreciating her surroundings. She didn't even know that she missed being outside until she finally got there. "Whoa..." she whispered, mostly against her will again. The others were talking, but she focused on the wonderful feeling of freedom she had now. "This is amazing."

Rory: On the way down from the Spire, Rory struck up a light conversation with Kara, who seemed to be the most outgoing among his teammates. "I don't believe I caught your names yet," he spoke to her, glancing over at Jezebella on her other side who had also withheld her name during their introductions. Rory had already learned their names from skimming through their pasts, but it was polite to ask anyways. As he talked, he noticed the narrow, winding path from the Spire flattening out towards the base of the mountain. The wrought-iron gates separating the Spire grounds from a road leading into town swung open magically when the mission-goers approached, closing with a resounding thud behind them once they passed through.

Kara: The closing of the gates to the Spire internally shook Kara a little, but this wasn't the time really. "Kara. Kara Jensen." she said in return to Rory's remark.

Jezebella: The girl's disregard for the others was unparagoned, her attention straying to seemingly everything else but her fellow mission-goers. Jezebella tucked a wisp of white hair behind her ear and pressed forward in silence, not bothering to engage in social interactions unless she was called upon to do so. Was her name really privy to them?

Donovan: "A lack of trust will get us nowhere," Donovan pitches in, craning his head to stare blankly at Jezebella. His gaze is piercing, and he hopes she'll open up soon. Not knowing one another, not knowing what each other are capable of, will place a barrier between them - one that shouldn't be there if they wish to get away with such a pivotal mission in terms of gaining an advantage over Camp Half-Blood. "Who is your titan parent?"

Hope: Hope looked at Donovan, a little surprised, and thought about what he said for a little while. "You know, I'm aware that you weren't talking to me, but I think you're right. I'm generally not very outgoing, but I do think we should all know each other at least a bit. We're a team after all. So maybe let's do a quick introduction or something. I can start." She paused. "As you already know, my name is Hope, I'm a daughter of Eos. I'm British and my weapon of choice is a bow and arrows, but a slingshot is ok too. As far as my hobbies go, I like kickboxing and hard rock music." She looked at them. "Your turn."

Rory: Donovan seemed to have a solid head upon his shoulders, Rory noted with approval. "Excellent points, Donovan and Hope. Rory, son of Mnemosyne. I'd prefer to use a rifle if I could, but for this mission my weapon will be a compound crossbow," he said, lifting up his suitcase. "I don't have many hobbies, but I'm fond of hunting game and learning archaic languages. Additionally, the limousine we'll be taking today is one of my father's."

Kara: So one of them is rather serious. Okay. "I'm Kara, a daughter of Tethys. My weapon of choice is a claymore, but I carry a bow which I can assemble whenever I need with me. As far as hobbies.... I don't really have any of worthy note."

Jezebella: The girl's dark eyes slid toward Donovon and lingered dangerously long before she tossed a childish eyeroll in the opposite direction of the group. She listened as the names that were presented and placed each face to a plethora of information. "Jezebella Matthias, child of Kronos," she finally introduced, her words giving away to a thick and oddly familiar accent. "I spent the last few centuries in the Fields of Asphodel, forgotten by Hades himself. κύντερος" she spit and resumed tinkering with whatever was in her hands.

Donovan: "Donovan, son of Lelantos. My weapon of choice is a compound bow, though I hold my own with a sword. My hobbies include training, reading on different cultures and learning languages - old and new alike," he supplements, in a monotone voice. He's briefly surprised to hear a child of Kronos is accompanying them, but maybe he shouldn't be. He's fairly certain nepotism runs in the organization. "How far are we from the limousine right now, Rory?"

Hope: ​Hope listened to the others carefully. They seemed a group unlikely to work together- especially the girl who seemed not to care, but who knows. She too figured out that the presence of a daughter of Kronos may be arranged, but kept quiet, which was quite unusual for her- but after all, she was the one who talked about teamwork. "Yeah, where exactly is it waiting for us?", she added after Donovan's question to Rory.

Rory: "There's a manor at the edge of town with gardens open to the public on weekends. According to my chauffeur, it's secluded, discreet, and has a spacious parking lot where our vehicle is parked. We should be only ten minutes away," he said, glancing at the street signs to confirm their location. "The chauffeur won't be accompanying us on the trip, but I have a copy of the keys in my case. Are any of you fond of driving stick shift?" he asked his motley crew of teammates.

Kara: "Normally, I wouldn't mind, but I'm not a very good driver, so I'll pass."

Jezebella: "I've never learned to drive," she admitted with a casual shrug. Cars didn't exist the last time she had walked this world.

Donovan: He can't help but roll his eyes. "I learned how to drive at the age of fourteen. Raised with or without drivers, it's essential for anyone with ichor in their veins to know how to drive. An automobile could provide a quick getaway," he says. It seems nobody here was as competent as he originally believed. "I'll drive, then."

Hope: ​She raised an eyebrow. "Don't roll your eyes, Donovan, I can drive, altough my father did ​have a driver. But I probably shouldn't do it unless you don't mind speed tickets."

Rory: "I'll take the way back," Rory offered, not bothered by the minor squabbling. He knew his teammates would work together--everyone here valued the mission too much to let it go awry. The team walked onward for a few minutes. "Up ahead, take a right at the avenue lined with flowering pear trees. The gardens' parking lot should be towards the end of the road, on our left."

Kara: She held no sort of reaction to Donovan's remark, if anything, she had something she wanted to add, but arguing is better saved for a safer place than the open streets. She kept to herself as the team continued on.

Jezebella: She slid a backpack off her right shoulder and began to rifle through the contents until retrieving a granola bar to snack on. Jezebella started to become glad when they finally neared the parking lot, her excitement bubbling like fire beneath her skin.

Donovan: He pointedly ignores Hope's remark. He's already commit to driving - he's not going to back out now. He pushes on, still walking ahead of them with his hands shoved in his back pockets, until the limousine crosses his line of sight. He nods at it. "That it?"

Hope: ​Hearing Donovan's question, she looked the way he did and saw the limousine. "Whoa", she comments. "Fancy".

Rory: "That's it," Rory nodded in response to Donovan's question. He unlatched his briefcase, holding it open with one hand while retrieving the keys with the other. Originally he had planned to throw the keys to Donovan, but since his teammate had his hands in his pockets, Rory strode over to him and proffered the keys in his free hand. "It's about an eight-hour drive from the Sierra Nevada to the desert. Shall we begin?"

Kara: She effectively comes to the conclusion that Rory prepared himself the most for this, and it internally makes her feel unprepared in turn, but she shows nothing of it. "Let's hope we don't get ambushed on the way there."

Jezebella: She swiftly threw her white-blonde hair up into a ponytail and rounded the side of the limo with full intention to snag shotgun. Her hand rested on the handle as she patiently waited for the door to be unlocked.

Donovan: He removes his hands from his pockets, taking the keys and unlocking the limo. Donovan slips into the limo and shuts his door. He inserts the key, pushes the clutch pedal the whole way down, and turns the key. He silently waits for the go-ahead to leave the premises.

Hope: ​Hope felt a thrill of excitement. "It's finally here" she thought. "Alright, here we go" she said, looking at the Spire- maybe for the last time- and getting in the limo.

Rory: Rory opened the back door and filed in, buckling himself into the forward-facing bench seat at the back of the limo. Perhaps in another time and place he would have held the door open for the girls, but that sort of smarmy chivalry was unwarranted in this setting. Kara and Hope didn't seem like the sort of people who would appreciate being treated daintily, as if they were incapable of entering a car themselves--for Othrys' sake, they were on a mission to kidnap and even kill their enemies. Besides, the mission was pressed for time, and the sooner everyone entered the vehicle, the sooner the journey could begin.

Kara: She took no time to enter the vehicle, despite never having been inside a limo before.

Jezebella: She slid into the seat adjacent to Donovon's and buckled herself in after tinkering with the seatbelt for a while, apparently new to the whole concept. After figuring everything out, Jezebella leaned forward and began to change the radio station.

Limo Ride to Nevada
(once we get to this part, we can do some timeskips to speed up the traveling)

OOC
Jaye: I'm disappearing on Monday, as I'm going on vacation for around 11 to 12 days. I won't be able to post. That said, I give full authorization for you guys to either skip over Donovan or post with him until I return, whatever might be more beneficial to the mission. Just wanted you all to know.

Dirael: ​Alright, thanks for telling us! ^-^ Since it's Donovan's turn now, shall we skip it or pick someone to post instead of Jaye?

Nata: Unless Queen or Dirael would like to post for Donovan (since you two are next to Jaye in the posting order and it'd be easier for you to do two posts at once), I say let's skip over him for now. Enjoy your vacation, Jaccretion disk!

Dirael: Alright, I'll skip him.