In the Waiting Room:
Ryukan sat at one of the many circular tables that dotted the medium sized room. A glass of Strawberry Wine in one hand and an IPad Infinity TM in the other. He sat there scrolling through the various reports of the Order, Goblins sieges, Time Wars, cheese.
In truth: he was utterly bored. Aside from managing the other watchers and making sure they didn't screw over the fort and enlisting new watchers, he did nothing but sit there and wait. He wanted some action. As if in sinc with his thoughts (a truly scary prospect) Imic the Paladin materialized in the room.
"Hey Imic," said Ryukan, "Hows the "other" order?"
"Hey, and meh," replied the Paladin, "Not too much, just the usual, trolls, goblins, socks."
"Kewl.... Would you like a go at Gloomdamonds?" Ryukan inquired.
"You know I only want the last turn," Imic said as he ploped himself down on a stool at the bar.
"I would like to know how
you know when the final turn is?" Ryukan asked.
".... uh. Honestly I don't know," Imic shrugged.
"Well, I just volunteered you for a spot after Gwolfski.... Good Luck on that one," he said.
"You can't do that!" Imic shouted.
"Just. Did." Ryukan said as he punctuated both words with a tab to his tablet.
Imic sat at the bar scowling and occasionaly taking a sip. Ryukan payed the Paladin no mind as he continued scrolling through the Order's Beardbook account.
" So," Imic ventured hoping to break the silence that was quickly becoming uncomfortable, "I hear you plan on joining the new Necrothreat?"
Ryukan did not hear the Paladin, as something caught his eye on his tablet, "Sorry Imic, but I have to go, see you in a few turns," and with a few wierd gestures, he pixelated into nothing, leaving Imic alone to his drink and thoughts..... and Ryukan's tablet which was still lying on the table.
Imic did what any aspiring Overlord would've done:
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Incident Report # 26
Place of Incident: Zone 16
Time of Incident: Approx. 23:00
Reporting Officer: Captain Bomrek
Report: At Approx. 23:00 last night, subject 9057 escaped the compound after subdueing several guards and killing seven Order personel. I take full responsibilty for the incedent and will accept whatever punishment the council sees fit to bring upon me.
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Imic read that and, in an effort to learn more, searched the tablet for who or what this Subject 9057 was. He found his answer soon enough.
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Name: Smunstu
Age: 297
Designation: Subject 9057
Reason for Incarceration: Political Opppoent
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"So the PM is still alive!" Imic exclaimed. " So the Order is not as nuetral as they claim to be...." Imic sat there contemplating and spping his drink.
[OOC: So there is now a Plot Coupon/MacGuffin in play (my tablet)]