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[Empiricist]

((So say about one hundred dollars for a bargain bin sword... about three hundred sound about right for what it would cost?))

((A bargin-bin sword doesn't have the complex enchantments and specialized material structure present in a military-grade sword. Kyle's weapons are further specialized for their special applications. For the most basic of his weapons, the likely retail price is about $15,000. More specialized, complex units custom made specifically for their user can cost much more.))
[4] Uriana manages to avoid expressing her amusement at the incident. Admittedly, it had a rather rich, schadenfreude quality to it. As she walks across the crystalline walkways and the traverses the liquid footpaths, she observes the surrounding areas.
[1] The internecine grasps of conflict and strife had swiped across Itova, maliciously attempting to subjugate and oppress it's people. Battle-cries of varying pitch, tone and context roared across the air. It seemed like a heroic battle from eras long past. Of sword and shield tempered with the unyielding determination of each faction. Of decisive wars and climatic duels.
Except without the shields.
Or swords.
Or heroics.
Or, well anything, really.
Plus the sheer epic mood of it all stemmed from the sheer amount of failure.
And the only real battle was between blindly wailing limbs and obtusely stubborn paper.
Well. Looks like the unfortunate man was not an isolated incident. It seems that the posters posed more of a threat to Itova's population than an actual invasion. Merrinae would protect the city from invasion. Enchanted paper wasn't part of the whole 'neutrality equals protection' package much to the dismay of quite a few people. Constructs circled overhead, vulture-like waiting to deliver salvation to the innocents from their own incompetence.
It seems that in the parties held the previous night, rather copious amounts of alcohol were consumed and it was taking it's toll on the overall dexterity of the population.
Clair stands idly outside her office, observing the clusterfuck of fail happening around her.
Harkus's vision fills with scintillations from enchantment overloads and the trailing auras of the constructs. Well, one of the advantages of his echo sight is limited vision through walls. Sure the echoes do get partially blocked by solids and the images from behind solids are rather faint (except for when he closes his eyes. For some reason, doing that disables his echosight until he reopens them), but he can still see more than enough to enjoy the mass fails more so than anyone else.
Laurence overhears a few vague reports between embassy officials. The vague reports consisting of hysterical laughter as live footage of the drunken fail happening in the city quickly floods the screen of their phones. Well, he's pretty sure he isn't liable for this. How the faff was he supposed to know that drunk people could possibly be this uncoordinated?

[wolfchild]

Study the magic in the posters more closely

[Cheesecake]

Harkus sensed the disturbance and overflow of the enchantment auras. This might end badly. His first instinct was to run, but the heroic attitude imprinted unto him by his father caused him to do otherwise. He was unsure if the alchemist knew what he was doing, but he couldn't take chances. Harkus inhales the cool air, preparing his best "blind fool" act. He then blunders into the store, acting oblivious to his surroundings. He tries to pinpoint the source of the overloads, meanwhile acting as if he was lost.

"Um, excuse me! I was wondering if this place was the shelter? Mara? Mara, take me home now!"

Harkus tries to knock as many of the overflows if they are in vials or containers, or get as close to the overflow as possible. Touch the alchemist's face when he goes near me and say, "Mara?". Grab the alchemist, and whoever else is in there, and drag them outside, but only if the overflow is dangerous. Take them far away. Take them to the shelter or somewhere safe. Ask:

"Mara, what were you doing in there? That wasn't the shelter! What was going on?"

[Empiricist]

Uriana uses reductionism to analyze one of the posters. Well, it seems to be a combination between a dormant electrostatic adhesion enchantment and a proximity detection enchantment. The former is used to trigger the latter. It seems that the only idiosyncrasy is the abnormally high magic input used in their creation. Though come to think of it, if they were delivered via fly-over a rather strong input would be needed. Ah, there's nothing wrong with the enchantments, aside from the minor inconvenience their may pose to people. It's the drunken dumb-asses that are the problem.
((Well, the overloads are on the paper and their signatures indicate clearly that they aren't dangerous to anything other than the pride of bystanders, perhaps. Sorry for forgetting to mention that earlier, as a general rule from now on, the amplitude of the ripples indicate intensity, thus Harkus can identify the threat something poses by the amplitude of their echo emissions. The paper and overloads are not inside Uriana's store. Plus Uriana isn't even in her store.))
((I'll let you two RP whatever interaction happens between Harkus and Urianna, this is a bit freeform after all. Plus I need to sleep now  .))

[kj1225]

"That particular one costs $16,050."

[Cheesecake]

((whoops. Sorry. I think I must have misread that. Will change it tomorrow.))

[Patrick Hunt]

Looking at the building for a moment Laurence nodded to the gathered wolves who spread out before settling in to make a meal while he and Crimson entered the building to locate somebody in charge.

[Empiricist]

The man thinks about it for a moment. Quickly checking something on his phone, he simply states, "Eh, that seems about right."
He pulls out a credit card from his wallet. "You accept EFTPOS right?"
Laurence's pack sit down and make themselves breakfast and whatnot while he and Crimson approach the administrative building of the embassy. The building itself has highly ornate with flying buttresses and magnificent archways; gravity-defying protrusions reached out at regular intervals from the core of the building, curving around in a set of external walkways and balconies. Yet this was little than a mere verisimilitude. The actual main core was a bunker like-structure concealed within the facade, protected from prying eyes by the clusterfuck of architecture it was entombed in. Entering the building, Laurence and Crimsn pass through a walkway of decorative armor. Or more accurately, what is carefully disguised as decorative armor. Guignol-Class constructs. Their Puppeteer units are probably hidden in closed off niches, by the look of the barely visible threads and the fact that the each set of threads comes from a different location, each Puppeteer operates a single Guignol.
Walking through the building and following the directions given by the signs, they eventually came across an office.
The office was a bit messy but nevertheless it was mostly organized with efficiency and ergonomics in mind. An angular scythe of solid phantasms, clearly manifested from the border of life, is mounted to the wall that faces the door. Bookshelves flank the central desk, their contents primarily about economics and law. A lady sits on the desk, currently using her laptop, she glances up inquisitively for a moment. "Yes?"

[kj1225]

"Of course sir. I'll ring you up if you will please step up to the counter."
Kyle goes and stands behind the counter.

[Empiricist]

The man follows Kyle to the counter and inserts his card into EFTPOS machine, inputting his unique magic-input sequence, he then enters his PIN. A relatively-high pitched series of beeps indicates that the payment has been accepted.
((I won't be doing any more turns this morning. I'm a bit busy at the moment and it takes quite a while to type up certain posts, since mos tposts require me to consult my lore files and what not, before thinking up, typing and embellishing a turn. Sorry for an inconvenience  ))

[kj1225]

"Have a nice day sir."
Kyle smiles politely at the man.

[Patrick Hunt]

" I'd like to discuss some supplies and a job, I'm sure you can find something for me to kill. "

[Empiricist]

((Okay, I was slightly less busy, so I'll be able to post another short, quick turn.))
Kyle hands the man his receipt. He takes it and walks out, newly purchased rapier in hand. Well, the store has gotten a bit busier in the time in which it's occurred. A few dragoons where inspecting a dragonslayer, a mercernary was examining a garrote unit, the lady from before was still studying the railgun and various other potential customers were inspecting various weapons.
"This is an embassy, we can't just go around discussing assassinations like that. If you want a job from the roster I have, it'll be a government one. Like transport protection and other things that aren't necessarily lethal. If you want something more suitable, you'll have to find clients yourself. Which judging by the footage of your antics, there will be soon. Assuming it doesn't take that long for them to overcome pieces of paper."

[kj1225]

Kyle walks over to the woman since she seems to be taking a while.
"Hello ma'ma is there something that interests you?"

[Patrick Hunt]

" I was thinking more about heading into war zones then assassination. "