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Name: [Arc 3: Canon 4 - Rabbit and Pen] - The Adventure Name
Participants: [Anyone.] - Who can participate?
Location: [Paris, France] - Where does this take place?
Difficulty Level: [Medium-Hard] - Easy, Medium, Hard, Extreme. How difficult is this adventure?
Setting: [DE] Is this DE or NDE? Death Enabled or Non Death Enabled?
Plotline: [There's a politician in France who is currently in possession of a certain ring with great power. People from Seireitei, Las Noches, and Death Inc have all been sent to assassinate him and steal the object. This is competition between the three. Each person starts out in a random hotel. There is no information available except that which you find on your own. You guys each are separate, and are competing for victory. What you do and how you do it is up to you. The only information you have is the name of the man. Guillaume Baltasar.] - Explain the plot of your adventure.
Estimated Enemy Strength: [7-1] Estimate the strength of the NPC's people will fight in this adventure. Class 7-1, what is their strength on average?
Estimated Time Until Completion: [Unknown] - How many pages do you think this adventure will run for until it is over?
Starts: [Now. (No opening cinematics.)] - When does the adventure begin?
Special Conditions: [4 participants maximum. No one that participated in Arc 3: Canon 1, 2, or 3. ] - Any special conditions, limitations, or other things.
Vian looked out over the window of his hotel room. He smiled a bit as he was home. He was back in France. He had gotten some intel on a man that had a ring with special powers. This had interested him and decided to take a look. He thought it was another human with powers at first but found out that that was not the case. The man Guillaume Baltasar a politician was a normal human. The ring was not. It had powers, powers that people wanted for some reason. He had learned that all the groups were coming after this ring. Vian did not care about the ring it seemed more trouble then what is was worth. He did how ever wanted information and it seemed that the ring was a great way of getting some.
Vian walked out of his hotel and started towards the nearby cafe. He was to meet with an informant to get more info on the man. As he walked over to the cafe he saw her. Her name as Adele. She had been a girl who was in love with Vian a few years ago after the incident with his former lover. Adele worked for the same family that Vian use to work for. Vian sat down across from her and smiled at her. "The years have been painful from being away from you my sweet Adele." Vian said to her. She smiled back at him and handed over a few papers and said "Vian we have no time to waste with sweet talk. I don't know why you are interested in this man but here is what the family has on him as of now. I can't stay long they are watching me to find you Vian. They think that you killed our old boss and set the lake house on fire. I must leave now Vian." Adele said as she got up and gave him a kiss on the cheek before leaving.
Vian sat down and ordered an espresso. He opened up a newspaper and saw the same man he was looking for on the front page. It was about some random humanitarian act he had done. It really bored Vian but it gave him a great look at what he looked like. It would be easy to spot him now if Vian passed him. Vian thanked the waiter as he brought his expresso.
Vian drank his expresso slowly as he read the newspaper a bit more. He wanted to see if there was any mention of where the guy was living at or anything else. Vian finished his expresso and set down the newspaper. He grabbed the papers that Adele gave him and walked back to his hotel room. Once inside of his hotel room he started to slowly read them over and see what was in them. Adele had tried to get all the info the family had on the man it seamed that the politician was a very secretive man when it came to his personal life.
Post by Shiroi Hokai on Aug 13, 2011 1:13:24 GMT -5
There were people bustling about in the hotel that Vian was in. This was a random hotel in France, "Hotel D'amour." Hell, Vian wasn't even supposed to be there alone. It was mostly a hotel for lovers. However, the fact that he was here was mostly because it was totally out of the way. It was a hotel that most people would never stay at alone. It was a perfect location for any assassin. In that case, up in his room at the queen sized double bed meant for love rather than sleep, no one would suspect he was just reading a bunch of papers. Of course, the newspaper he'd read earlier had just been a random article. It hadn't been very informative.
It had been an article about Guillaume, who was a politician. He was a humanitarian, and was running for Prime Minister. He was a rich and powerful man, owning a strong, well-funded humanitarian organization, as well as an electronics production company in France. He was independent in his political association, but it seemed that because of his knack to get things done, he was the favorite for winning this. His promises were always kept. Quite a pity that he'd be assassinated by someone. He was a tall man with gelled back black hair, slick, and he was very thin. He was over six feet, thin without much fat, but rather broad shoulders to show he did have some muscle. He was in his early 40s. Rather young to be running for prime minister.
The article had talked about a splendid thing he'd done. He'd been there to cut the red ribbon at the opening of a brand new restaurant that ran purely off of generosity. While normal customers paid and got all sorts of varieties, the homeless and anyone that was shit down on luck would be able to eat a meal there for free. It wasn't the same quality as something provided for a paying customer, but it was a very good meal still, and would satisfy hunger. One couldn't get daily meals there to survive completely, but while eating there once every few days, one would be given a job opportunity. Anyone who took a job from the restaurant or company that owned it would get lodgings, food, and decent pay.
It was a good way to survive. And the food was actually quite high quality, five star. On the other hand, the papers that Vian had received did not contain as much information as he probably would have liked. It talked about a villa he'd grown up in, a Victorian style house on Rue de Bague all the way in Nice, #302 that he lived on, and had a bit about his two sons, two daughters, and his wife. So he didn't live in Paris, and this meant his family wasn't in Paris either. He was therefore staying at a hotel. However, this had been thrown together very last minute. He'd have to get his sources to do further investigating to find out where this man was staying, and what his schedule was. His schedule was probably confidential to those not involved, so he'd have to do something further to find out.
Vian sighed as he read the papers. He did not killing someone when they had kids. It happened to him and it was horrible. It was against his code when he worked with the family. Vian was also mad that the info was pretty much useless to Vian. The newspaper did hold out some info that most would not see. He was rich this meant that there was no way he would be staying at a low class hotel. Vian sat up and burnt the papers he had been given from Adele. There was no reason for anyone else to know what he was up to.
Vian walked over to the bathroom and looked around. He was hoping something would come to him. He hated doing high profile kills. There was always something that went wrong. Vian heard the T.V from the room next to him it was a political interview going on. Wow was the sex that bad that someone would rather watch politics? Then he heard them say "we will be back with Guillaume Baltasar and what he is up to in Paris today." Vian rushed over to his T.V. and looked for the channel. It was hard to know if what he heard was a local channel or a major one. Vian looked for a bit as he franticly flipped through the channels. He finally found the channel. He had missed a good part of the interview but he still got a few facts. As soon as it was done he smiled and stood up.
Vian walked out of his hotel and started to walk to a known rats nest. It was a bar in down town Paris. Vian was walking there to meet someone or hope that he would be there. Émile Neville was the man Vian hoped to find drinking there. Émile was the son of a crooked politician. His father took bribes from mafia. Émile was not one to be shaken down for info but Vian wanted to learn more about Guillaume's trip here. If anyone knew something else then Émile would know.
Vian watched the people as he walked along the streets. He smiled as he saw some tourists asking for help. It was obvious that they were seeing the way they talked and acted. Vian walked passed them and slipped his hand into there pocket. He left a card for a nice cafe that was near by. He was in a good mood being in France did that to him. Maybe it was the fact that when he was in France all the good memories came back to block out the sadness and pain of his past.
Vian arrived at the bar after about twenty minutes of walking. He opened the door and smelled the alcohol. It reeked of it. Vian was one to take a drink but this was bad. Vian looked around and saw Émile he was drinking. Vian smiled Émile was known to let a lot of info go when he was drunk. Mafia members knew this and so they paid the bar to let him drink all he wanted for free. That was the main reason he drank here. Vian sat down next to Émile and said "hello Émile it has been a long time. What do you know of Guillaume Baltasar trip here to Paris and don't hold back Émile. You know what I did to my family so whats stopping me from killing you if you don't talk."
Vian felt horrible that he had just said that he killed his family. He was using it to get all he could from Émile. He knew Émile was a coward and would talk. Still it left a bad taste in Vian's mouth as the words left his mouth. Vian listen to what Émile told him and said "thanks for the info Émile you live for today. Tell anyone that I was here and it will be the last thing you ever do." Vian stood up and walked out of the bar. He took a sip from his flask and started to walke back to his hotel room.
The interview was going pretty well, of course, though Vian missed most of it. It didn't actually give him any really useful information. It mostly talked about Guillaume's next fundraiser and the reasons behind it and whatnot. It wasn't interesting, but it did end with a bit of a useful tip for Vian to take up on. He should note this, and try to investigate it further. It would probably be an adequate time to attempt to assassinate Guillaume Baltasar, though the man was quite a high profile figure, and definitely quite difficult to get to. It wasn't that things always went wrong with these guys. It was that killing them was too hard to begin with, and most assassins lacked the skills to plan for it.
Nonetheless, the TV gave the tip. "Et donc, vous avez entendu! Guillaume Baltasar va avoir un boum dans L'hotel Vicharise, un hotel qu'il a juste ouvri! C'est un hotel tres bien, et c'est pour avoir un grand temp dans Paris pour un bon marché!" That was the tip. He'd be given a tip, in French of course, which would tell him where Guillaume would be. However, naturally it was difficult because he'd missed the part that said the time! Essentially, he had to go and find out about that. That was why he'd gone to see that random guy drinking. Of course, he'd probably made a big mistake by coming to see some dirty informant like that. He could easily be ratted out. It would have been better to go searching for information on his own. It was entirely possible that this informant was being paid to be cooperative.
When Vian went to speak to him, and even threatened him, the informant sneered. While indeed a coward, he was a good actor. He could at least pretend to be cocky. "Guillaume Baltasar? Et quoi? Tu va le tuer? Ne me fais pas rire. Tu va mourir, t'a compris? Guillaume Baltasar est un homme qui est tres aimé par les citizens. Il a beaucoup des gardes. Tu va être tuer!" Eventually though, he did at last get to the point, speaking to Vian and giving him whatever small bit of information he had. Honestly though, Vian could have found out these things by just reading some papers and watching the news a bit. An informant was unnecessary. This guy wasn't particularly close to someone like Guillaume, and he had nothing to do with Vian, so he hadn't gathered anything ahead of time.
"Guillaume a un boum dans L'Hotel Vicharise. Si tu as lisé les papiers, ou même juste regardé le télé, tu pouvais l'appris. T'es un peu trop stupide pour cette assassination, non? Son boum est à 19h. Il va jusque à minuit. Tu connais le temp maintenant, au moins? C'est 13h au moment! T'a six heures pour planifier! D'acord? Maitenant, fiche le camps."
Guillaume was basically telling Vian to get lost, having given him information. So, he'd at least supplied Vian with that much. Therefore, it was up to Vian to figure out what to do next. His time wasn't much for planning, after all. On the other hand, what about other people who were sent to do this? Surely there should be other people who were going to arrive in this town to attempt to kill Guillaume. Or perhaps Devil's Vendetta, the company that had hired Vian to do this and retrieve the ring, had already killed off all of the competitors. That wasn't impossible. Vian probably had heard at least some rumors when he'd first signed on. Devil's Vendetta, the underground crime syndicate that was most powerful in the world.
They were so strong that they practically ran the world with their strength. They were powerful, certainly. And their assassins were absolute top notch. Vian was a hired hit, but, it was well-known underground, in Vian's world, that Devil's Vendetta was not to be messed with. Their hitmen, the Rooks, were rarely called upon unnecessarily. They were expensive to keep, but worth it. They were absolutely loyal because of their pay, and they were always monitoring those who worked for Devil's Vendetta in one way or another. Essentially, it wasn't impossible for someone to be monitoring Vian from somewhere using some method. He could be willing to swoop down on Vian instantly if Vian made a move to betray.
Also, if he failed this mission, quite obviously he wouldn't get paid. Therefore, he'd have to finish this. They'd offered him quite a staggering amount of money, after all. One should probably wonder just how much this ring was actually worth. One could probably wonder why on earth they were paying someone this much to retrieve it. It must be quite valuable in one way or another. Vian should most certainly continue his mission, then. In the meantime, there were also numerous shops all around Paris. Perhaps it was worth finding and checking out a shop for any materials he thought he might need for this assassination, depending on the type of assassination that he was planning. On the other hand, he should stick to his budget. He was short on money at that moment, after all.
Paris was a pretty great place to be in when you were with someone special for a vacation or a honeymoon. It was pretty romantic here. Sadly, Jin Yamada wasn't here with anyone nor was he here for any fun or romance. He was on business. Sent by Death-Sama directly. He was stationed in London under the guise of a yoyo company owner by Death-Sama when he had first joined Death Inc, so he was already in Europe. It made more sense for him to be the one to retrieve this ring that Death-Sama had briefed him on. Jin hadn't been told much about the ring nor about the man. All the information he was to divulge himself.
Jin wanted to bring Richard along in order to track the man, but Jin wasn't sure if Richard's doll could track this guy without having a reiatsu source to start with. It wouldn't have mattered anyway because Jin had had to rush a flight here so he couldn't ask any of his Bount allies to come along to guard him. Hopefully he wouldn't have any assassins after him. How would his movements be known anyway? No one knew that Charles Lutner, the owner of Jojo's Yoyos, was really Jin Yamada, the Bount Leader. No one except Death-Sama and the rest of Death Inc anyway.
Guillaume Baltasar. That was the name Jin had been given. That was the only known fact about this mission he had been given. It all seemed so gray to him. Death-Sama hadn't given him any leads other than the name. Oh well. Jin would just have to figure out everything on his own. As an Executive and Leader of a race, Death-Sama expected him to be pretty resourceful. So, Jin wasn't going to complain. He wasn't mad. He would take it all in stride and get down to figuring out who this guy was. He needed leads first though. He had been informed that the hotel he was supposed to be staying in was arranged overnight. That was good. Now he just had to head there.
Jin stepped into the hotel he had been told he was arranged to spend the night in and walked up to the hotel clerk. "Hello. How are you today? I was told that I had a room already reserved here. My name is Charles Lutner." Jin spoke in French. He had learned a little of it when he was young. Living in the Renaissance came with it's perks. With all of the new countries rising to power and languages becoming available, Jin was able to pick up on a few during his studies. He hadn't learned French as well as he had Spanish. It was something he only recently began picking up on. Japanese had been learned when he moved to Karakura and German after he realized what he actually was.
So, while Jin was asking the lady clerk at the desk for his hotel key, he glanced around, taking everything in. His eyes roamed everywhere, though he did it in a way so as the clerk would not notice. His eyes finally moved to scan over a magazine rack. One specific magazine seemed to catch his eye. It had a familiar name on it, which he recognized immediately. It said something about an interview with Guillaume Baltasar that would be on page five or something. Jin waited until the clerk got him settled into the system and then handed him his key before smiling and thanking her in French. Then, he turned away and headed towards the magazine rack. He picked up the magazine he had seen at the clerk's desk and then headed to his room where he quickly began reading through it for any sort of information on the man known as Guillaume Baltasar. Right now, even information on who he was would be good to begin with. He figured a magazine like this with an interview featuring him would tell him who he was for starters.
Post by Magnus Wonderwizz on Aug 16, 2011 3:00:29 GMT -5
A man entered "Concorde La Fayette". He was looking shady, unlike most of guests here. He was dressed in black. Black, long, leather coat, black shirt, black pants, black shoes, blacks sunglasses. The only thing that was not black on him was was a blue tie around his neck. Even his suitcase was black! And it was big suitcase, way bigger than those that were usually used. The man looked around for a bit, and then headed to reception. He addressed young man that was receptionist: "Greetings. My name is Arnold. Arnold Witsel. I have reservation." The receptionist nodded silently, giving him the key, and said in English: "Room 777, as you requested sir. Enjoy your stay." Man, Arnold was his name, smiled, and then took the elevator to 24th floor. He then walked through corridor, reaching his room after a short walk. It was a pleasant room.Being one superior rooms, it had lots of cool stuff.
But, the man was not interested in that. He dropped his suitcase on the bed, and took out his cellphone. He dialed a number, calling somebody. "It`s me." "Magnus, are you insane? Do you know what time it is here?" "No, and I don`t care. I need more info on this guy. You only gave me his name." "Dude, if I knew more, I would tell you. Find out something yourself. Look, I will give you number of our man that operates in Paris. Perhaps he can tell you more. Write this down...." What was this? Man was addressed as Magnus? Confusing? No, not really. Arnold was just an alias for this man. His true name was Magnus Wonderwizz. While he spent last seventeen months in Human world, He was an Espada in Arrancar army of Sonken Kouhai. He was Septima Espada, and while other Espada were thinking that he was MIA, Sonken Kouhai knew of his status. He knew all about Magnus`s plans, and it was Sonken who sent him order via Exequias. The order was simple. Get Baltasar`s ring. Magnus who made some connections with black market runners here in Human world, managed to find out that the man in question was Guillaume Baltasar, famous French politician. After all, information were also sold on black market. So Magnus reserved hotel in France, and got here, hoping to track down Baltasar and get his ring. He took his cellphone once again, and dialed number that he was given. His connections with black market runners were indeed useful...
Vian sighed and thought for a second so he is staying in a hotel? Well the best way would be to act as a bellhop or a cop. Wait thats it If I pretend I am a cop I can get him alone for a bit and kill him. Wait a Interpol agent would work better I can tell him that his life is in danger. He will have to come with me and then once we are out of the city I will kill him. He will have to believe me. I also know the person to get me the badge and the ID to fake it as well.
Vian started to walk to a hunting store. He was not there for the normal hunting things. he was going there for the blackmarket items. He knew the shopkeep very well it was an old friend of his master. He was the only shop keep that knew the truth about the day Vian was framed for the murder. Vian took his time as he walked over to the shop. He wanted to enjoy this time before he would kill someone in cold blood.
Once at the shop Vian smiled and said "hello there Jean its been way to long." Vian said as he gave the man a hug and smiled at him. "I need a few things and I am low on cash so I need them cheap but good. I know that you have everything I need. I will need a car and a Interpol ID and I need them to be of high quality." Vian smiled as Jean said "I will do my best to cut down on the prices but I need to run a shop."
Vian smiled as he took a around the shop. He liked it the shop looked just like another hunting store. Yes it was just like a real hunting store most people cam in and bought goods to go hunting. Then there was the other kinds of people that bought the black market goods. He was one of those people. Vian looked around a bit before he said "well I am in a rush so do you have what I need or not?" Vian was not trying to be rude but he wanted to leave and go finish the job.
OOC: Yeah, yeah, Europe uses Euros. Well guess what? The USA uses dollars. And on Bleach: Online World, we use Ryo for everything. So pretend this stuff evens out. For this thread, pretend the Ryos you have are actually Euros. Somehow. Okay? Good. Also note, while I type out the French by hand, this is because I speak that language. I don't speak tRussian, so I used google translate. This means it's not 100% accurate.
IC:
"Ehh, t'es sur que tu peux acheter quelque chose comme ca? T'a dis que tu es à court d'argent." Jean, the man that Vian knew said. He was looking at Vian with a raised eyebrow. It almost seemed like he believed Vian might be making fun of him, which was possible. The French, after all, were rather uptight people, no offense to any French on the forum. Either way, Jean was pretty tight with what he was saying, but it was quite true. Vian, with his low amount of money, really probably wouldn't actually be able to properly afford his items. These kinds of things in high quality, no matter who one bought from, were rather expensive. A false ID of high quality was one thing he might be able to get, but a car?
"Pour l'Idenfication, ca va être 300 euros. Pour la voiture, c'est beaucoup plus chers. La prix pour la voiture ca va être deux mille cinq cent euros. C'est cher, permettre aux voitures, tu sais?" This guy was driving a pretty damn good bargain considering that it was supposed to be a high quality Interpol type car, but it was still a deal that Vian probably wouldn't be able to afford at all. This was definitely a bad thing for him, being strapped for cash and all. But, as they said in France, "C'est la vie." Then again, why would he need a car for transportation? This was Paris. Even tourists would know that The Metro could take someone just about anywhere in Paris. On the other hand, did Vian even know where the hotel was located, or if there was more than one?
This was something that of course, he'd have to try to find out. However, while Vian was in the shop, someone else walked in, entering it. The bell rang, and a black shoe stepped across the polished marble floor. Not a single mark was left as the man with the black buzz cut, black jacket unzipped walked up to the counter. This man also had gray jeans, and a blue t-shirt under the jacket. His eyes were blue, and he had blond hair in a bowl cut. His skin was rather pale, as if he lived in a snowy area. His hands were both gloved. He stepped directly up to Jean, moving past Vian before Vian could say anything. "Je m'excuse. Je suis pressé." the man said to Vian, apologizing for bumping into him and cutting him. "Vy govorite russkiĭ yazyk?"
"Da." Jean replied. The man nodded at him. He looked at Jean. "Mne nuzhnahoroshaya setʹ. YA beru moĭ syn rybalki etoĭ vesnoĭ. Udachnoĭ ohoty" he said quietly. What language was he speaking? His voice was a bit cracked, but rather mature. Certainly, his voice also seemed quite rushed. He reached into his jacket with his gloved hands, pulling out a crisp wad of very new looking, very clean and straight bills. Though they were mostly covered by a silver band, one corner was visible. It was a thick wad of twenties. At the very least, it was perhaps three hundred euros. "Vy dolzhnykryuchok?" Jean asked. The man nodded. "Po kraĭnyeĭ mere, tri." Jean nodded as well. "Un moment." He said to Vian, going into the back of the store.
When he came back out, it was with some kind of black wrapping that wrapped something up. He handed it to the man, who slid the bills over to Jean. It was noticeable that Jean was also wearing black gloves in that moment. The two nodded at each other, and the man slipped whatever he'd bought into his jacket, into a hidden pocket. "YA mogu vernutʹsya na sterzhni, pozzhe. Shestʹ , mozhet bytʹ." he said. Jean nodded, and the man walked out of the shop. Jean turned to Vian again. "Donc, tu peux me payer ce montant?" he asked.
Meanwhile, what Jin found in the magazine was rather typical. What it told him was some very basic stuff. Guillaume Baltasar was a politician, belonging to an independent party. At one point he'd been an ambassador to the USA, and at this point he'd just finished a term as a governor. He was heading for being Prime Minister. Though he'd be "young" for one, he was still pretty middle aged, quite solid in that regard. At any rate, that was who he was. He was known to be very humanitarian, very kind and generous. Unlike other politicians, he had a good reputation for telling no lies, and for keeping his promises when he made them. He could improve economies, he could create amazing establishments that benefited the people, etc. He was well loved. He was the favorite to win. That was who Guillaume Baltasar was. The magazine went on to note a long list of accomplishments and places he'd opened. It was just a feature story on Guillaume in general. Nothing useful could be found in the magazine besides that. Time to look elsewhere.
Meanwhile, on Magnus's end, of course he didn't ask questions to the right person, so he'd been given a number, and then he'd called it. Of course, it was a bit foolish of him to rely too much on these people. Magnus was an Espada. Not a human. If he had any connections, they were not only few, but extremely weak and unreliable. Guillaume Baltasar was a high profile politician. Magnus wouldn't know who he was, being an Arrancar and all, but if his informant didn't have a clue about even that much, it was questionable who he was using. It'd be better to investigate manually, like Jin. Oh well. Vian and Magnus both had their own ways, as did Jin. The phone picked up on the second ring, and a voice, deep, booming like thunder, cracky, spoke into the receiver. "Oui? C'est qui? Tu veux acheter quelque chose?"
Post by Jin Yamada on Aug 18, 2011 18:39:28 GMT -5
A politician...eh? In the few minutes that Jin had been reading the interview, he had learned some important things. For one, he learned who the man he was to assassinate actually was. A few hours before now, he hadn't even known that the man he was to be stealing a ring from was a politician, and a pretty successful one at that. The interview said that Guillaume Baltasar was of an independent party and that he "had once been an ambassador." He had just finished a term as a governor and was now heading to be Prime Mister, despite his "young" age. Jin knew that Prime Ministers were usually older than Guillaume was. However, Jin didn't think that that would stop him from getting the position. From his reading, he deduced that Guillaume Baltasar was pretty loved here.
"This guy has a pretty good reputation. It says here he's a humanitarian and he's really kind and generous..." Jin spoke out loud to himself. Why does Death-Sama want him killed then? Is it all a coverup? Is his generosity to throw away attention from some underground operation? So many questions were running through Jin's mind about the man. They all mainly connected to the main question he had when he was first given this mission. Why was he supposed to assassinate the man? Did he have abilities that could threaten Death Inc? How do I even know if he's someone that could sense and use reiatsu or not? Death-Sama never mentioned it... Jin wasn't sure if Guillaume could or not.
He had such a good reputation. Guillaume didn't seem like a reiatsu user. If he was, he had to be human or a Bount. Jin didn't think that a Shinigami could be allowed to interact with humans on a regularly basis like that. He was probably one of those Fullbrings Jin had heard about when he first met Death-Sama. They could manipulate the souls in objects or so Jin heard. Could Guillaume Baltasar be a Fullbring? If he was a Fullbring, was he supposed to be assassinated because he had betrayed Death Inc.? Jin didn't get any of it at all! He needed more information. This was a good start though because it told him some important things about Guillaume that he didn't know. Then again, he didn't know anything about Guillaume a few minutes ago. So that was why the information he had just gained was good.
Jin stood up from the chair he had been sitting in to read the magazine article. He needed more information. Information that a simple magazine wouldn't give him. He needed books and the internet. The only place he could think of that had those together in one place was a library. He didn't have a library card, but he figured that he could just buy one. So, Jin headed down to the lobby of the hotel. He needed to first find out where a library was in this city. He smiled as he approached the clerk and asked in French, "Hello again. I'm sorry to bother you, but can you tell me if there are any libraries close to this hotel?". The lady at the hotel desk smiled back and replied in French as well, "Hi. Yes, there is one main library near here. The American Library in Paris. Though, it would probably be best if you took a taxi or bus to get there. It's not in walking distance. I hope that helps." Jin smirked when he heard the name of the library. It was named "The American Library in Paris." It was probably made for American tourists. Even better. He wouldn't have to translate everything.
"That helped alot. Thank you very much." Jin said in French, flashing a smile and waving at the clerk as he walked away. This was looking pretty good. The books would be in English. He would be able to read through them alot faster. Now, Jin just needed to get there. He walked outside of the hotel and hailed a taxi. When one came, he quickly hopped into the back seat. "Good afternoon. Could you take me to The American Library in Paris?" he asked the driver. He got himself buckled in and comfortable and then as the driver pulled off, Jin thought that he should make conversation and maybe gain some new information.
"I'm from out of town. I just flew in from London. Do you know who this "Guillame Baltasar" is that everyone is talking about?" Jin asked the driver in French. He knew that the driver might have little information to give, but since he was a resident of Paris, he might be able to give Jin a little more information than the magazine article did. Maybe even add to some of the things the article said. Maybe the driver would tell him about some of the humanitarian acts that Guillaume Baltasar had done or maybe even the recent events that he had held in Paris, France. Anything that the man told Jin would be useful right now since he still didn't know enough about the man to plan anything. Jin simply sat back and awaited the man's answer as the taxi rode along to the library.
Last Edit: Aug 21, 2011 21:28:10 GMT -5 by Jin Yamada
"I'm tearing it all down. No structure. No Gods. No Masters. Just pure Anarchy..."
Post by Magnus Wonderwizz on Aug 19, 2011 5:32:30 GMT -5
Well, things were at turning point for Magnus. He called the number, but the man answered in French. Magnus knew only one word of French. "Pioche." That meant "pickaxe". Magnus decided that it`s not the best idea to use it. So, he decided to try his luck. "Do you speak English?" Not waiting for response, Magnus continued. "I need information. Everything you know about Guillaume Baltasar. That includes the information on his current whereabouts and his daily schedule. I`m willing to pay well for that info. But not over the phone. In person. So tell me, where and when shall we meet?" Magnus now waited for the response. Also, while he was speaking, he put on his silver ring, so Husk could listen. After all, Husk was his major adviser.
Also, after putting the ring on, Magnus took another cellphone out of his pocket, and typed a message. It said: "Marcos, is Esteban still in busyness? I need his services and some of his wares. Magnus" This message was sent to Marcos Riviera de Escobar, one of Magnus`s freiends. But, aside from that, he was running drug dealership operation in Paris. Magnus knew him well, as he was big time buyer and he always did transactions with Marcus personally. However, Marcos`s brother, Esteban, was running different kind of job. He was arms dealer. One of biggest in the world. Anything you needed, from pocket knife to tank, he could get it. Also, he offered some other services, like surveillance and assassination. He was really successful, and Magnus decided that he should use his services. However, he needed answer from his black market contact. This black market was for spiritual beings, not ordinary humans. Magnus hjaad some connections in there, but it was a question how much they knew. Either way, Magnus was willing to try and use them.
OOC: You guys are being exceedingly lazy, making up informants to just get everything so easily. Even though Magnus is an Arrancar involved with drugs, and barely has any connections. Even though Vian is a runaway, and therefore can't get many legitimate connections for fear of being found and hunted. You guys should do some actual investigating. You'd get better information than relying on second-rate informants. Besides, it's not like you're in the CIA, which prepares this information ahead of time. These guys know almost nothing that the public doesn't know about Guillaume Baltasar. They don't care to know. It has nothing to do with them.
IC:
"Monsieur, je ne me parle pas ton langue. Arrete-toi ca. Ne perde pas mon temps." The voice spoke into the phone to Magnus. "Je suis Francais, monsieur. Si tu ne peux pas parler Francais, je ne peux pas t'aider." The phone suddenly hung up, meaning Magnus would have to investigate in another way. Meanwhile however, he received another text message, one that might shock him. He is dead. Actually, that wasn't so much of a surprise. France had recently gotten very strict with gun laws. Police had been complaining about the way France handled guns, and how easy it was for the policeman to die. Therefore, politicians had taken immediate action. The police and military both had been armed with better equipment, and they'd invested more money into cracking down harder on weapons trade. (This really happened.)
As a result, nearly all black market weapons trade in France had been shut down. Only the best, most secretive and underground organizations had survived. Technically, this meant only enormous syndicates like Devil's Vendetta might remain active. Anything smaller had probably been annihilated by the sudden new laws. This could certainly be said to be a situation that wasn't tremendously good. It was showing Magnus that France was also indeed a dangerous place in which to attempt an assassination. There would be quite a bit of trouble once he began trying to assassinate. So, whatever happened, things had to be done more smoothly, with better planning. Just using random informants would do nothing. He had to look himself. On TV, in papers, etc.
Furthermore, Vian and Magnus should probably know that they had to do more than just learn a little bit of background info and the whereabouts. Those things were useless if they couldn't figure out more than that. In case things went South, they should figure out his schedule by means of secret infiltration. They should find out his medical records by those same means. It wouldn't hurt to try to discover his flight schedule, and the layout of the buildings in which he would be. Perhaps they should even discover the identities of those that were aiding Guillaume Baltasar. It was probably impossible to learn the identities of his bodyguards, who were very secret, but they could at least learn who his chauffeur and secretary were. They might even be able to figure out who the waiters and whatnot would be in the places that Guillaume went. There were many possibilities.
Vian smiled as he had no need for any of the weapons there. Anything he needed to kill someone like a basic weapon could be made by Vian with his new powers. He did not want Jean to take offense to him not buying any weapons. Vian did not need them that was the thing. It was a lot better for Vian to just use his powers then cancel them making the weapon fall apart like it never existed. So for this mission weapons that disappear would be better.
Vian looked at Jean and said "I will take the ID but I want to know where the hotel Vicharise is the new one having the party." Vian said to him as he handed him 300 euros. He would need to find that out and he needed to plan. How would he get Guillaume Baltasar to go with him. He obviously would have connections in Interpol or at least know people there or have someone protecting him from Interpol.
"Hey Jean do you know anything about the people around Guillaume? Like if any are agents of government agencies or hired hands or if anyone would know about this? Also I need a bomb maker that will work for cheap." Vian knew that Jean knew a lot of people. He was one of the top arms dealers for the mafia in France. Vian also knew that Jean would give him a name or two to lead him on his way. He owed Vian and his master this seeing how they saved him from being killed a while ago.
It was an old mission that Vian met Jean on and he did not like to remember it. Even if he saved Jean he failed to kill the man that was after the arms dealers. Vian's teacher took care of the killer. Vian failed a lot and had to have his teacher cover his tracks at first. Vian looked at Jean and saw that there was a T.V. behind him. There was something about Guillaume. Vian walked over to the back to watch what was going on. It had just started and Vian hoped that it would answer some questions.
"L'hotel Vicharise? Tu sais, Vian, tu peux juste regarder une map de Paris. T'est OK dans la tête?" Jean responded, at first dumbstruck by the fact that Vian seemed to lack the sense to look at a map for the hotel. It would surely be there. Everything would be on a map. He could even google it easily, rather than ask Jean. Jean's gaze on Vian was something of a condescending look, seeing as honestly some of these questions weren't quite right to ask, and some of them were being asked to the wrong person in general. Jean might even have seemed insulted. Well, the French did have not only tempers, but quite arrogant outlooks. Stupid questions were not looked up to.
"Je suis resident dans Paris. Je ne sais ou est l'hotel, tu sais? Je n'ai pas besoin de savoir quelque chose comme ca! Et je connais rien de Guillaume. Ce n'ai pas mon job!" Jean appeared to be getting a bit irritated by the questions. He probably wanted Vian to do research himself, instead of trying an easy way out and asking random people. True assassins were able to gather all of the necessary information themselves, completely on their own. It wouldn't be too difficult if they just spent a little bit of time looking around. On the other hand, there were quite a few things to do. It might be a tidbit time consuming, after all.
"Pour les bombes, je connais quel qu'un, mais les bombes sont tres chere, tu sais?" Jean pulled out a small business card, handing it to Vian. It was the address of a warehouse where he could buy bombs, hopefully for cheap. Though, Jean had indeed given quite a warning. Don't expect much. Indeed, bombs weren't exactly cheap. On the other hand, why couldn't he just fashion a homemade explosive with some grocery store material? It wasn't impossible, if one knew the way. Well, he'd already been given the address. May as well go check it out, right?
There were many things to continue to be done. Meanwhile, on Jin's end, the taxi driver laughed. "Mais, oui! C'est l'homme le plus aimer en Paris! Tres genereuse! T'ai Americain, ou quelque chose? Personne est en France qui ne connais pas Guillaume Baltasar!" So this guy was really popular and well loved. Well go figure. So, what could Jin do? Asking some random taxi driver wasn't really going to get him any useful information, obviously. This guy just knew Guillaume from the news, and had maybe eaten somewhere that Guillaume opened, or slept somewhere that Guillaume had opened. Either way, it didn't really matter. Jin should look elsewhere for good information.
Ah...Jin had expected that kind of reaction. The man had asked him if he was American for not knowing who Guillaume Baltasar was. "No, I am English." Jin replied in French. The man didn't tell him anything at all. So, with that Jin decided to end the conversation and sat in silence for the rest of the ride. When he finally did reach The American Library in Paris, he got out, handing the man his money as he did so. He waved the driver off and then began walking into the Library. He stepped inside and looked around. Finding books on this Guillaume would be pretty difficult. An autobiography would be helpful. It wouldn't tell Jin everything he needed to know, but it would give Jin more information on Guillaume's personal life. Maybe where he was born and where he was raised or something.
If Jin could find out where and when he was born, he could figure out whether or not he was a normal human or a reiatsu user. It would have really helped to know this before going into this mission. Guillaume being a reiatsu user or a normal human was important to know. If Guillaume was a reiatsu user and Jin used any of his powers, it would be sensed. If he wasn't, then he was good to go. What if one of his body guards could sense reiatsu? That would be horrible. Jin would have to plan this thing out meticulously, but first, he needed more information!
So, with that he walked to the librarian's desk and asked them whether or not Guillaume had written any autobiographies about his life. When he asked about autobiographies, the librarian told him that there were none there. Well, that sucked. That meant Jin had hit a stump there in terms of being able to find out more on his personal life. What else was there to investigate? What else could he look in to besides private life? Jin remembered the interview saying something about the many places Guillaume had opened. Wait,didn't the library have loads of newspaper articles from like past weeks and months? Could he look in some of those to find recent places Guillaume had opened? Maybe Guillaume visited one of those places personally.
Jin headed to the front desk and asked for the newspapers for the past few weeks. The clerk there looked at him funny and he only smiled it off. "I need to catch up on the news." he said in a joking manner in French. TThe librarian wouldn't give him any newspapers though because she said that he needed a library card. After telling her that he was a new member, she asked him for documents required in order to sign up for membership. He gave them to her and after that was given the library card. He walked away with a pretty large stack of newspapers and headed towards the back of the library. There, he placed the stack down and began to skim through them, looking through each and every page and each and every article to see some mention of Guillaume. It was faster to skim for just the name, and then when he saw that he would read the article. Since this guy was pretty loved here, there were quite a few articles on him, but none that Jin found useful. They mostly reiterated what the interview had told him.
Jin continued skimming through the newspapers, placing the ones he had already read in a pile at his side. These articles aren't telling me anything new... Jin was getting a little frustrated and he was beginning to tire of reading. It was boring. It wasn't until he got to a newspaper within the middle of the large stack that he spotted Guillaume's name in a heading. The heading was talking about some building being recently opened. It looked like Guillaume had donated the money to fund its opening. The picture of the building said something about a hospital on the front of it. So, he had funded a hospital? Could Jin assume that Guillaume would have gone there to get treated once? It was his hospital after all. Then again, being a politician, he might have private doctors who take care of him. What about parents or siblings? Jin wouldn't know any of their names.
Jin wasn't sure where to head to now. Without the autobiography, he couldn't get personal information on Guillaume, such as who his family were and if he had a wife and kids. There was always the internet. However, Jin would need a library card for that. He decided that he was going to stop looking through the newspapers and just check the internet. He heard that it had loads of information on it. In fact, Jin had just recently started using it himself. As the head of a company, he figured that he should probably become more familiar with technology like that. He was even thinking about getting a cell phone.
Anyway, Jin gathered up the newspapers and then handed them back to the clerk at the desk. Now, with the idea in mind to use the internet instead, Jin walked over to the computers and got to business. He immediately typed in Guillaume's name in the search bar and got many different sites on him to pop up. His eyes scanned quickly through the site descriptions until he read something about the events Guillaume had done recently. It looked like one of them had yet to occur. Jin figured that the purpose of some of the events were to gain supporters in a campaign trail type dealie, though Guillaume already had alot of France supporting him to be Prime Minister. At some of the events, Jin read some of the things that Guillaume was promising. It all sounded pretty convincing. Then again, Jin did read in the interview that the things Guillaume promised usually happened. "No wonder this guy is loved so much..." Jin muttered to himself.
Last Edit: Aug 25, 2011 2:29:04 GMT -5 by Jin Yamada
"I'm tearing it all down. No structure. No Gods. No Masters. Just pure Anarchy..."