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Post by Trace on Aug 15, 2009 16:59:46 GMT -5
Trace watched as Mr. Cerulean did his thing. He took a moment to think about the current situation.
"We're just going to waste time looking through all these safes. If there's some kind of higher security area around here then that would be our best bet." Trace paused, a small grin crawling across his face. "It will also be a hell of a lot more fun."
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Post by cyansky on Aug 15, 2009 17:15:59 GMT -5
Kiel grinned. This was going to be interesting. While it didn't trust Sangria (well, it didn't trust anyone but Syl), he did have some common sense with him. It didn't like him, but it didn't hate him either. A balanced opinion, and better than how it saw Razzmatazz.
"Glad you agree with me," it said, smiling.
Kiel stopped walking and turned back to look at Sangria, gesturing it to follow.
"Let's go, Sangria! Let's find this... thing... that Mr. Gay Pimp Boss wants, and I'd like you to lead the way there."
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Post by Trace on Aug 15, 2009 17:34:48 GMT -5
Trace walked towards the only other door in the room. It was made of reinforced metal, and almost blended in well with all the safes in the room. Trace crouched in front of it, looking for any way he could get in. He turned to Mr. Cerulean.
"Well this certainly looks promising. Now if only it wasn't locked. The only way I could open it would certainly create a fair amount of noise."
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Post by cyansky on Aug 15, 2009 18:17:04 GMT -5
Kiel's face fell. From a smile, it went down to a scowl.
It rolled its eyes at what Sangria said as it looked at that huge metal door.
"How unprofessional, dear Sangria," said Kiel, as it put its hands into its pockets, "a real thief must be prepared for anything, and attracting attention is not one of them."
It went up to the door, as it began to dig through the pockets of its coat. After a few moments, it pulled out a shining keycard.
"This is a multi-purpose keycard, Sangria," said Kiel smugly, "It'll gets us past this door with no need for explosions."
Well, Kiel lied. This wasn't a keycard, really. It was a minor artifact called the 'Key for Plot Advancement,' a necessary part of any would-be adventurer's inventory. And certainly Kiel's, as it wasn't too fond of restrictions on where it could and could not go. By changing its shape and texture slighty it allowed an adventurer to unlock certain types of doors, with non-magical or low-level magical potencies. This one was evidently made for high-tech stuff... involving cards, naturally.
Kiel was glad that it had bought it off of the black market the other day. Originally, it planned to use it to break into explore a huge company building with the goal of procuring information for the black market, but it was called the 'Key for Plot Advancement' for a reason. Certainly handy to have around, because without it, well...
If there was anything Kiel learned and knew from its adventuring days, it was to be prepared to anything, and it meant it. This... was just a predictable inconvenience for them, one that wouldn't be such for very long.
"I'll use this to open the door," said Kiel, "but I'll warn you that by now we will only have only breached the first level of their security. If this thing is as valuable of Mr. Gay Pimp Boss claims, then we'll be in for a fight there. And more than one."
And with that Kiel, Kiel used the keycard, swiping it through the space meant for it with lightning speed. Twice. the first was for the artifact to read what the machine was checking for, the second was for the card to imitate it and the machine to read it as if it were the real deal.
Kiel stepped aside and watched as the door slowly opened.
Leaning against the nearby wall, it gestured at the opening door.
"After you, Sangria."
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