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IC [MtAw] War on the Iron Pyramid

Kath

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Sonata nods. "It's something up with the financial network behind the card machine. Someone's hacked into the network, but in a Supernal way, I think. They're not using their access yet, but they could at any moment. And when they do decide to use it, I'm not sure there's much they couldn't achieve." She sips at her coffee. "The bank sounds like a good idea."
 

The Tim

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AME Financial's main branch, and head office, takes the upstate NY obsession with classical design to a ludicrous extreme. Two statues that have the look of plausible replicas of Roman sculptures flank the broad stairway to the main doors. It is unclear if the statues are emperors or gods or the founders of the bank rendered as such. The entire facade of the branch building is white marble with that could maybe be Roman or Greek look common to older courthouses, but better maintained. Looming behind this is the tallest building in Lemuria, a sleek glass corporate building with decorative columns on its corners and a penthouse topped by AME Financial chiseled in marble in the style of pantheon murals at the top of classical temples.

Inside of the main branch it is crisp and modern and the classical flourishes are mostly statues in the waiting areas and by the start of different areas. Although there aren't any walled off sections visible, there are distinct areas. The first and largest is a row of tellers and the snaking line to reach them. It is fairly full, with the teller stations fully manned, but the line is moving at a brisk pace. Banners along the line brag about all that you can do in the AME Financial app, not so subtly encouraging people to sign up for it instead of using up teller time. Unsurprisingly most of those in the line are older individuals, with the younger people standing out. Particularly a squat blond haired guy with full sleeves of arm tattoos that are a mix of dog whistles and outright bullhorns as to his political views. He's been off and on chatting with a young woman who seems to know him but appears happy enough to have him shut up when their lines diverge—he's waiting for a business teller and she's in the personal banking lines.

The next largest area is the sea of desks for things that tellers don't handle. The banners in this area are less about the mobile app and more about the way that AME Financial can help businesses and promises cutting edge financial technology through a variety of partners. One of the images Douglas recognizes right away—it is exactly the type of terminal that the impound lot had.

Near that sea of desks is a sparsely populated waiting area, for those who have arrived early for appointments or are trying to squeeze in. Among them a pair of people stand out. A woman in her twenties or so with a cello case and a scowl that bodes ill for whomever eventually speaks with her, and an older gentleman with a very strong college professor vibe. The two of them are clearly waiting together and friends; he looks old enough to be her grandfather but they don't have any particularly strong family resemblance. A customer service rep orbits them in a way that makes it clear that while the bank would love to toss them out, they can't for whatever reason.

Finally there is the safety deposit box vault and its waiting area, which is the least busy area at the current time, and likely doesn't get too busy. It also has two dedicated security guards standing there, which is obviously theatrics, but they are armed and have postures that suggest they didn't just slide into rent-a-cop jobs off the street but came from actual law enforcement or the military.
 

squidheadjax

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"Good idea, but I need to change clothes first, and type up some kind of bullshit business plan if I'm going to apply for a small business loan," says Douglas. "Meet at the bank at 11:00?"
"Ok. I'll keep my game face off for now, then," Sangita tells the others before they go. "I can get through anything locked easy enough, if needed... probably best to do that sort of thing after hours when we can get the guards wandering around too. And someone messing with the camera feeds..."

Once there, she just people-watches, and tries to keep alert for possible threats. She does open herself to the Sight, wondering if there might be more or stranger spirits afoot than normal.
OOC: Life and Spirit mage sight on.
 

Kath

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As they enter the bank, Sonata looks around the large room slowly, seeing if there's any repeat of what she saw in the coffee shop.

She frowns slightly at the woman carrying the cello, fighting off an urge to start discussing music with the stranger. Stay on target - if there is a decent musician in this place, there'll be plenty of time to chat later.

OOC: Also activating active mage sight, with forces and prime
 

The Tim

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As the Primal Wild rushes into Sangita's awareness it becomes clear that something is wrong. It is not the Singing Paths or the constant thrum of the many bodies in the place—she is well aware of what it is like to look at the truth of Life in a place filled with sickness. Such places are surprising in the gathering of broken bodies and maladies, but within the normal purview of her path. Nor is it like a blighted place of sick Ecstasies—the spiritual forces here are not tainted with distasteful resonance. No, it is the Essence that is wrong. It is not properly Essence boiling up from the bank and its resonance with the abstracted concepts of wealth, commerce, and legal identity. Instead it is more like ash and slag from the burning coal; or perhaps more like nuclear waste as it still contains some potency but is spent from the point of view of spirits. It has a distressing quality of being in flux, as if something using it might become another thing without warning—and not through the metamorphoses of life or the broader cycles of change in nature but without any intermediate stages or process.

As her colleague examines things from a different Path, Sonata sees the hum of power in all of the devices in the building. Getting past the strings of light and gleaming points in most people's pockets, she becomes are of the edge of the greater Mystery. It is not fully here, but is very nearby, a thundering device clacking away a hymn to unknown divinities of the Lie. Part of it operates through the devices here, but its true home is elsewhere. It is a vast and deeply occulted thing, connected with what the Theurge saw before, but the pieces are not yet all in place to penetrate deeper into its truth. Even with the oppressive noise of the Mystery hounding her senses, Sonata can pick out a few other things. For one, there is something like a Node at the point where the branch gives way to the entrance to the headquarters—but instead of a Dominion or other clear imprintature of truth or its echo, there is a lacuna, a pregnant void of terrifying possibility. There is also the gleam of a possible path tool—the young woman enduring conversation with the guy with racist tattoos has a compact of high enough quality gold that it would be usable as a Yantra. It, however, does not seem to have the power to give the guy a clue that she's not interesting in talking when the lines bring them together.

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Prime sight reminds me—now would be a good time to let me know what active effects you've got on; if anyone wanted to do spells before hand just mention what they are and make necessary rolls. Keep in mind there wasn't long enough for ritual casting. Also, Sonata can see them in addition to the above. Likewise of course you can cast things now, and Sonata will see them plus pinging everybody's peripheral Mage sight.
 

Gareth3

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"No, it's just decorative. Blunt as a spoon, point's rounded off, try it."
The security guard glares at Ness, but runs her gloved hand over the large knife he handed to her. The blade is engraved with a figure resembling the medieval Death, but wearing a women's gown instead of a shroud, and holding a globe. She shrugs and motions for him to walk through the metal detector, then hands it back to him. He looks at it for a moment before pocketing it. Have to find a less conspicious Tool. He walks through the bank, amused at the elaborate decorations and noting the number of customers and employees. When he reaches an inconspicious spot he takes out the knife and gestures with it, chanting softly.
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Casting Mental Scan, Mind 1 Question "What are each of these people most worried about?". 3 free Reach, Advanced Scale, Instant Casting, Sensory Range. Pool = Gnosis+Mind+Path Tool+Mantra-Scale Increase, 20 Subjects=3 dice, no Paradox. 2 successes
 
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Kath

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Sonata describes what she sees, struggling to put words around the sight of the Supernal truths. "It's here, but it's heart lies somewhere else. Space has never really been my thing, arcana-wise - Ness I assume you'd be our best for that. Any chance you can see where it's home really is?"

As she waits for Ness to respond, Sonata carries on looking around the room, this time focusing on the machines and devices that line the walls and cashier desks. She mutters under her breath in High Speech.

OOC: Iirc Ness is a mastigos? Sonata doesn't really know anyone's precise capabilities beyond path stereotypes.

She casting Crafter's Eye, a matter 1 rote. 5 free reach. 2 to activate the spell's full effect (it reveals every potential use of an object I study) 1 for instant casting, and 1 for advanced duration. She uses Investigation as a mudra, and high speech as a mantra. Dice pool = 1+1+3+2=7 dice. 2 successes. I assume that because I'm the subject, I don't need to worry about range or the number of subjects?

The goal is to work out what the machines here could be used for by whoever's set this in motion
 

Rook S.

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OOC: Quality of business plan: Int+Politics+Finance specialty=5, 0 successes
…I will take a beat (for the group, natch) and make that a fumble. The business plan is garbage and Douglas doesn't know it. This'll be amusing.
Casting Supernal Vision in the car, using Shadow Name and High Speech as yantras, reaching for instant casting, advanced duration, advanced potency, interpret non-Supernal, one additional step of duration. Paradox (contained): 2 successes. Wisdom to contain: 2 successes. Spellcasting: 0 successes.
Trying again at –1 die to spellcasting and +1 die to Paradox from previous attempt. Paradox (contained): 2 successes. Wisdom to contain: 4 successes. Spellcasting: 2 successes.
The spell will last for a day unless cancelled, has Potency 1 and a Clash of Wills pool of 4.

Douglas wishes he could send Táltos into the bank—there are serious mystical energies at play—but then he couldn't sign his name, and the shaman's hat would attract attention. Nope, he's got to go himself. He takes a moment in the car to put on the hat and amulet, cast a spell on himself—shivering and nearly screaming as the Abyss sends cold fire through his nerves, not once but twice—and then tuck them away again.

Limping inside, he lets the receptionist know that he's here to apply for a small business loan, and sits heavily in a chair, glancing around with Active Mage Sight and his Supernally-enhanced vision.
 

The Tim

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Worries flicker into Ness' awareness, forming a collage of financial and business concerns: books deep in the red, punchable faces of colleagues promoted instead of the one worrying, foreclosed notices arriving in the mail. Among these, one of the bank employees has the image of all the terminals going blank and the app crashing, which ties together the entirety of the pastiche. Except for two. Two people share the image of a vast space filled with strange pillars of stone and steel, etched with symbols that can't quite be made out but are suggestively familiar. One—the old man—imagines it full of faceless people, looting it. The other sees a man in his 50s striding through it like he owns the place, heading for the entrance, to lock it behind him.

Looking at the employee specific devices through Crafter's Eye, Sonata, can see the vast possibilities of mucking with someone's financial life. It would leave a trail of course, but it could be done. This isn't that unusual—even a standard computer shows that possibility tucked among others—but this shows a shadowy realm of other options that Sonata haven't seen before and that the supernal symbolism strains to depict. There is a fractal appearance to them, doors that open to even more doors, text looping on itself to expand in all directions, the possibility of possibilities. Someone with the right knowledge could use the devices here to access whatever created the Mystery to do more than just give someone a loan with fake collateral—they could cause the person to actually own the item of collateral entered.

Business plan in hand, Douglas can see most of the bank from his seat in the appointment waiting area. The flow of Mist in the place is very, very wrong. It is highly ordered and regulated, moving as if blown by a hidden network of fans. In the intentionally formed whirlpools, it tugs wildly at the Thorns. It is a grotesque display of Fate and Time pulled at odds from one another. Which fits with what Douglas' spell tells him—the place is connected to something like the supernal, almost as if it is influenced by a Demesne built using an alien soul. It is not abyssal—that much is clear. Excluding his fellow exiles, Douglas doesn't see any others connected to the supernal. However, the agitated young woman and older man clearly trying to get an impromptu appointment seem surrounded in a dense cloud of regulated Mist. They wear these almost like clothing. The Thorns are knotted around them, but mostly recovered, evidence of time accepting retroactive changes almost seamlessly.

OOC:
During Douglas' wait other questions can of course be asked and information can be shared, but since the dramatic failure was taken, someone has to see this business plan.


The Business Success Advisor that finds time in his schedule to see Douglas seems to be deliberately avoiding looking at the pair waiting to an impromptu appointment. He brings Douglas over to his desk—a distressingly neat and serious desk to go with his whole look. After pleasantries are exchanged he takes the business plan and looks it over. He blinks and sets it aside and asks, "What exactly are you expecting today?" There's an edge to his tone that's a shade away from outright hostile.
 

Gareth3

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Ness pockets the knife and walks over to the old man. "Hi, I'm Eliot. What's the wait like today?"
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Activating Mind and Space Mage Sight.
 
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