Mission Name: Family Business
Alignment: Neutral
Type: Solo
Rank: B
Description: Congratulations. At this point, you’ve started to make quite the name for yourself, and your reputation has begun to precede you. So much so that your particular expertise is being sought after by a European family in Baltia. They have quite a hold on the local government, but their grasp has been slipping by one of the local drop locations cheating them out of their pay. They want you to handle it by scaring the family back into their submission and to dispatch of the metahuman in their ranks. Proceed with the utmost possible caution and discretion.
Note: Battles, depending on the setting and placement during the mission, may be subject to a special condition: Battle must end in victory for the participant within 7 turns; failure to do so will cause too much attention to be attracted to the battle, blowing your cover and resulting in a failure of the mission
Reward: 40 EXP
Deadpool had received a very interesting Phone Call, "Took me like half an hour to answer the damn thing, couldn't they see I was busy?" "Clearly not." From a European Family in the Baltia Region asking for help, of course there was a price for him if he was to succeed in his Mission. An Infiltration and Assassination Mission, "I like where this is going already, next you're going to tell me my Target is Donald Trump."
"Does He exist in this Universe?"
"In this Case. I hope so."
Deadpool rummages through his Cupboard, rummaging being the right word as it looked like a bomb had hit it, "You sound like my Mother... Before she gave a shit. I haven't worn my posh suit in ages, I hope it still fits me."
"That Battered old thing?"
"Oh please, I still look great in it."
"You just said you haven't worn it in ages."
"HOOGABOOGA."
Deadpool, wearing his Swords on his Back and his Spandex Suit under his... 'Posh' Suit. "Why the quotation marks? It's posh, it may have a few battered edges, and bullet holes, but it's Posh."
"Whatever you say Wade."
The Merc presses the Doorbell and straightens his Tie, curious to see who would open it. A Manservant? a Maid? The Hot 18 year old daughter? "Please let her be blessed with a big chest passed down by her mother and maybe even grandmother."
Alignment: Neutral
Type: Solo
Rank: B
Description: Congratulations. At this point, you’ve started to make quite the name for yourself, and your reputation has begun to precede you. So much so that your particular expertise is being sought after by a European family in Baltia. They have quite a hold on the local government, but their grasp has been slipping by one of the local drop locations cheating them out of their pay. They want you to handle it by scaring the family back into their submission and to dispatch of the metahuman in their ranks. Proceed with the utmost possible caution and discretion.
Note: Battles, depending on the setting and placement during the mission, may be subject to a special condition: Battle must end in victory for the participant within 7 turns; failure to do so will cause too much attention to be attracted to the battle, blowing your cover and resulting in a failure of the mission
Reward: 40 EXP
Deadpool had received a very interesting Phone Call, "Took me like half an hour to answer the damn thing, couldn't they see I was busy?" "Clearly not." From a European Family in the Baltia Region asking for help, of course there was a price for him if he was to succeed in his Mission. An Infiltration and Assassination Mission, "I like where this is going already, next you're going to tell me my Target is Donald Trump."
"Does He exist in this Universe?"
"In this Case. I hope so."
Deadpool rummages through his Cupboard, rummaging being the right word as it looked like a bomb had hit it, "You sound like my Mother... Before she gave a shit. I haven't worn my posh suit in ages, I hope it still fits me."
"That Battered old thing?"
"Oh please, I still look great in it."
"You just said you haven't worn it in ages."
"HOOGABOOGA."
--- Outside the Family's Residence ---
Deadpool, wearing his Swords on his Back and his Spandex Suit under his... 'Posh' Suit. "Why the quotation marks? It's posh, it may have a few battered edges, and bullet holes, but it's Posh."
"Whatever you say Wade."
The Merc presses the Doorbell and straightens his Tie, curious to see who would open it. A Manservant? a Maid? The Hot 18 year old daughter? "Please let her be blessed with a big chest passed down by her mother and maybe even grandmother."