The dark looming nights of Baltigo started with a stranger trying to catch Spooks attention. A vague shadow from an alley rolled up their index finger into a welcoming gesture. Amused he was, the man with a drink in his hand. What's the worst that'll come from this? He thought, entertaining the stranger by moving towards it. The ice cubicle in his glass crackled, as the stranger explained itself.



While speaking, the stranger disappeared into the valley. What a strange omen. Naturally he'd feel as if he was threatened. The way Spook handled situations was pretty simple; can I influence the outcome -- depending on the answer, he'd give a fuck or not. Types like these, that disappear into mysterious alleys into the dark of the night weren't worth dealing with. This was their turf anyway. Spook had his hands on his pockets while the stranger spoke--it was a common scam around here, distract the tourist and have a second man take their wallet. With his sharp wits, Spook responded to the vanishing entity.



It was merely an attempt to bait out the mysterious entity that loomed within the alley. Fighting on the illuminated street was a better outcome of this bout. A few seconds passed, nothing--the air got cold, the tension rose as a result. Then out nowhere, a flyer smacking the left side of Spooks head. And like a seasoned warrior, Spook assumed a fake karate stance, one that portrayed his muscles more than they normally would. Nothing. His heart beated at twice the regular tempo, all for no reason. A loud sigh followed. Properly inspecting the flyer revealed some interesting things.

GOLDEN SLOOP MUSEUM

Featuring 100 years of Baltigo history. Experience a unique slideshow where we show you 100 years of Baltigo. The Golden Sloop Museum reopens its doors after twenty-five years, a large renovation has been done. An addition has been made of fifteen new paintings, two statues, and three busts. The museum now has been made wheelchair accessible.

CHILDRENS SLOOP EVENT
Varsity Lobby-C Sector 9
Every tuesday night at 23:00

Spook chuckled. How cruel to have a children's even at 9 pm. He'd knew that they were staying in Baltigo for some time--maybe it was worthing checking out what this museum was about? Did they allow entry if the guest has booze with them? That alone motivated Spook enough to haul ass with a few other drunk bar patrons he managed to convince.

Not a long while later was Spook found in a queue in front of the museum. Open till two AM apparently. While in the line, a half case of beer, a conservative tequila shot and two whiskey shots were drunk by Spook and his drunk patrons. He'd declared himself tour leader, and they were in for an adventure.



Spook placed the dorsal surface of his hand on the right side of the ticketing guys torso.



Half Spooks body got pulled aside, with some hush hush whisperings.



His body got pulled back again. There was some discussion in the group, about what this place can be called. They had forgotten it was a museum. Due to these shenanigans the line was held up even longer. The ticketer started to lose his patience.



And that action enough warranted Spook to place his hand on the mans chest again. With him towering a few foot above the ticketer, a physical intimidation was constantly being emit.



It obviously wasn't worth the ticketers time not to grant Spook his free ticket. It also didn't matter to him that the rest of his party wasn't going to get in, unless they coughed up some gold. They weren't as intimidating as him. As soon as he got his stub, Spook nonchalantly continued onwards. The party must go on. While taking a guided tour of the place, a certain painting attracted his attention. A painting called the Nights Watch. The name was interesting by itself, it wasn't night in the picture--the varnish of the canvas made it darker due to its age. The scene was meant to be in daylight. A balance of chaos and unity painted made a unique scene. A strong topic of the painting was the captain ordering the company forward. Spook wanted this painting. Along the tour, they showed the rumoured Golden Sloop. A cute couple in the group of the guide started whispering with each other, luckily within Spooks earshot.



Spoke a louder than subtle voice towards the couple. Some hush hush followed, and the price tagged on the Golden Sloop was enough to convince Spook to make this into an operation. The Sloop was treasured due to some rich merchants wanting it. It'd be like a status symbol to them. Robbing this joint became a mission in Spooks mind. His first task was finding a staff member to turn into a toy. Luckily a staff bathroom stuck out to him, upon entering he found two staff workers there--accomplished after his tour guide wasn't paying attention to the group. A waiter of the restaurant, and a tour guide--perfect. Firstly Spook locked the entrance to the bathroom, and then appeared confused in front of the two staff workers who were washing their hands.



The tour guide walked to Spook and begun explaining, only to be interrupted by Spook touching his hand and converting him into a toy.




The contract set-up was the general A1 contract.

By using the newly formed toy, Spook propelled himself forwards--launching the toy into the opposite direction. Like a vampire he lunged out to the waiter to grab his shoulder, and brush his neck with his thumb. Doing so resulted in the waiter to turn into a toy as well, with the same contract.



Spook puffed out, and ordered the toys to come to his side in order to transform them both into mundane coins he could carry out with him. They were neatly placed into the breast pocket of his colbert. This allowed him to leave the museum with no additional eyes attracted to him. It was time to involve friends into this, Spook thought of inviting his crewmate Lucas into this heist. As soon as he was aboard the ship again, he begun looking for Lucas.



Said the suave gentleman in order to attract the attention of his crewmate. Spook sat on a chair in one of the crew rooms. A sporadic amount of opened and half full bottles of liquor covered the table in front of him.

Spook eyed Lucas entering the room. His nonchalant persona didn't break upon seeing all of the bottles. Impressive.



Like a cool guy would, Spook jumped off his chair and went towards the old timey wimey chalkboard which was covered by a red robe. He pulled the mysterious shroud of red away and revealed the chalkboard detailing a grand heist. Spook wrapped the red robe around his neck, wearing it as a cape. He modified one of the toys in his breast pocket--and turned it into a retractable pointing stick. He used the energy that was created by him pointing with passion at the board to expand the stick.



A big swig was taken from a bottle of whiskey, letting the liquor escape his lungs as soon as he swallowed--he pointed towards the center of the painting. While burping and unconventionally pause throughout his sentence, Spook begun explaining.



Spook buckled over for a second, he reached into his breast pocket and revealed a toy-coin, after pulling it out of his pocket he transformed it back into a regular toy.



After turning the pointer back into a regular toy as well Spook continued explaining his intelligible plan to his crewmate Lucas.

Lucas's reaction to Spooks grand gestures and bravado were a few chuckles here and there--but there was something else, he couldn't quite point out what it was. It didn't seem that Lucas could enjoy the sheer genius behind his unintelligible plan. That was alright, Spook operated on the Persian method; come up with plans drunk, and revise them again sober. Sometimes he applied it but in reverse.



The next few hours were complete darkness to Spook, he awoke in the beds of one of the grunts, with a joint under his pillow. How did this happen?



The memories naturally came back together, as to not interrupt the flow of the story by introducing some non-chronological side plot.



This scene might be interpreted romantically. But that was wrong, this scene was meant to portray Spooks enthusiasm for the fine crafts of drugs. The memories went blank from that point on onwards, perhaps they will be reawakened at another time. For the time being, he left the bunk bed, into the mess hall where he grabbed whatever calorie he could get his hands on.  

Bread, butter, and a slice of ham -- food was a luxury for Spook anyway; and it wasn't that he didn't know how to make it more proper, like by trying to make it into a club sandwich. He just didn't care. This lunch was enjoyed outside, with two fingers of whiskey and the joint he found under his pillow. Spook wasn't a grunt, so living a somewhat 'eccentric' life was a given. This weird ass ship floated in the sky, so there wasn't much of a scenery to unjoy, unless they were insanely off balance.



The memories oddly enough seemed to come back after taking a few hits of his token. They became clear enough what the general thought of last night was about. Luckily through his earlier handiwork, he kidnapped two toys from the Sloop exhibition. This must be the reason why so many old sages smoke from a pipe.



Saying this, Spook snapped his fingers to gather the attention of his slaves, toys. Speaking of which, why does this boat have no female grunts? He sighed at the realization, and looked on his watch--making the time he had to wait before his toys got to him seem more dramatic.



Spook had started amassing a small group of toys, the begin of his empire was simple. While his toys were off doing their duty, Spook had found a notepad and a pen. He begun writing his plan on it, again, but this time more understandable. This operation had multiple areas that needed to be covered prior to their actual heist of the Sloop. A reconnaissance mission, gathering the required equipment, planning the heist, and some various other plans depending on the planning of the heist; such as creating a distraction during the heist. When he got done putting these items on a list, his underlings had fetched him a white russian.



He told the toys, who he previously had kidnapped from the exhibition.



The waiter of the restaurant nodded his head and begun explaining,



That last detail sure was random as hell, perhaps his grasp on these toys wasn't as strong as he thought it was? Spook continued retrieving detail from his toys until Lucas turned up.

Just as Spook was finishing up his interview with the toy, Lucas had joined him. Which was correctly timed, since he intended on sharing the details of his plan, and do it sober this time.



Spook stood up, giving his notepad to Lucas. He pointed at it, gesturing Lucas to sit down and flip through it. It'd make some of explaining more visual if he held the right pages while he explained. The male clapped twice, gathering the attention of his toys.





Spook placed his left boot on a table, pointed upward and continued his explanation, letting his usual bravado carry most of the speech.



Spook lowered his arm, and took his boot off the table.



He sat back down, to hide his smile a little.

And like other paintings[2] you might have heard of, the Golden Sloop wasn't always the Golden Sloop; and it's worth a shit ton of money due to this 'defacing'.

He felt like he'd been dominating the conversation a little, and gave Lucas some time to reply and shit. By this point, the toys stopped their acapella and awaited their next order. Spook took a big gulp of his drink.



It didn't really sound clear, but Spook had began cooking up a plan. A plan which involved Lucas being the decoy, while Spook went backstage and took the sloop.



Spook whistled towards his toys, this was their command to follow him. Whatever plan they had, they would have to leave the ship at one point. And they could still talk while moving towards the Museum. Spook left the boat most likely along with Lucas.

The man had a thing for theatrics and bravado, and appreciated his crewmate who recognized his talent. Lucas happily agreed to his plan; suggesting that they hit the museum at night. That sounded pretty solid, thought Spook--less security, less fancy schmancy stuff required to make their way in.


Spook ordered a few toys to come with him, his three most powerful and combat ready ones.

name: mosdef	rank: high emperor
name: nas	rank: supervisor
name: kanye	rank: apprentice

Normally, during their crime-fighting setting, they'd all wear matching uniforms. Not today though. Today was about tomfoolery, at least, the first part of the day. As the duo departed, Spook got a deja vu moment once they were on the ground. It started to come back to him, he had stolen two horses last night.



Spook referred to the small children's park with two horses tied to a swing. He began giggling a little as he walked up to the pair. Untying them, he held the leash thing of a brown horse on his left, and a white one to his right.



Spook nuzzled the Buick Lesabre, obviously signifying his crewmate he favored the white horse. Something about his name had him entranced. Plus, it'd feed his addiction of attention--white horses were way cooler.



It didn't take long for his fingers to find his bag of tobacco in his pants. He'd have some papers in the bag that he'd use in order to roll a spliff. While rolling, Spook wiggled slightly with his eyebrows.



Getting fire from a zippo was quite difficult during this windy weather. It didn't take long though, before the token was lit. Since Spook planned on putting on his helmet after getting on the horse. A spliff couldn't easily fit in there. Spook made it a race to inhale the spliff regardless of whether or not Lucas had dispatched to obtain carrots somehow. He'd whistle for his toy Mosdef. Who quickly replied by getting closer to Spook. "Yes, milord?"

While the toy came to Spooks side, he had already begun drawing the next piece of their plan. A simple drawing of a molotov turnt out to be pretty explanatory to anyone not aware of what a molotov cocktail is.



Spook handed his toy some money, who dispatched to begun collecting those items. The warm native poncho he wore over his armor did it's duty by keeping this incident stealthy. Alternatively, they could let one person observe and one person hit the Museum, since they'd need to flee anyway. As soon as Lucas was within earshot again, he further elaborated on his plan.



The spliff had given him some additional insight.

Spook explained, truth was, Lucas had a point--something Spook hadn't thought about; but, thanks to his lucky save where he pretends that it was a part of the plan, came to its rightful execution. Besides, it was a fair way away, like thirty minutes of regular walking. Anything around thirty minutes of walking Spook sought ways of avoiding. This was a nasty town anyway, you'd have to avoid pickpockets, hobo's that are in a gang, highwaymen during just a regular walk through Nil. Spook got on his horse anyway, he wouldn't mind if Lucas preferred to walk there.



The male explained while trying to find a comfortable position on the horse. Half the things said were just him thinking out loud.



This was maybe the fifth time that Spook had driven a car. Too bad there was no radio on this thing, having his toys sing acapella while walking next to his car while they went downtown attracted too much attention even for Spooks liking. He treated this anonymous persona pretty seriously; it was made around the idea that the general populace saw him as an innocent drunk.

If they knew of his powers, he'd behave differently, he wouldn't drink--and this was the exact excuse Spook sold his mind, justifying his alcoholism. Nobody knows, so there's no need to stop drinking. Oddly enough, this brought more motivation to keep his powers a secret. Spook spanked the back off his Buick Lesabre. The Subaru would remain tied up unless Lucas decided to travel with a horse as well. They departed, with Spook having left his helm at the scene--ordering one toy to pick it up and bring it back to the ship. The other two toys were coming along with him, thus he decided to travel slowly for the toys to be able to follow them at a capable speed.

Mosdef and Nas remained by his side, Nas carrying the unprepared ingredients molotov. It was pretty crowded in Nil today. A large civilian boat had arrived, truth is, they were mostly merchants that came from different islands in order to finesse Baltigo's market.



Spook explained, already ushering his horse to turn right. Truth was, what he said was a detour. He took this detour because his car needed gas. As he entered the fresh produce street market, he let his horse gallop for a bit. This created a slightly chaotic scene, with people rushing out of the way of the galloping horse. His Buick Lesabre had great traction control, under the hood this beast is refined with perfect balance and lightweight rotating components that execute near flawlessly at 48 mph. With no fear, the Buick Lesabre cut left and right, the horse causing enough chaos on the market for Spook to lean leftwards, and 'accidentally' grab a cabbage from a cart they 'narrowly' dodged. Had Spook been morally broken, he'd turn the cart man into a toy in order to obtain the entire cart. But he wasn't quite there yet. While smoothly rolling the cabbage to his other hand, he calmed down his horse with the hand the cart man could see. A slight nod of his head to the cart man, a completely unnecessary etiquette; but still done -- Spook didn't seek to trouble the simple civilians of this town. Not yet.

The car continued driving down the block, with the toys trying to catch up. At the end of the block, Spook fed the horse the cabbage, having filled the tank of his car, he'd continue onwards. It wouldn't take them long to arrive at the Museum. Across the Museum was a hotel, an impressive one.



He'd tell Lucas. Regardless of his response, Spook parked his car near a hitching rail. Tied his Buick up, and continued back to Lucas. Spook ordered Mosdef and Nas to remain with his Buick until further notice. 'I need something to drink.' A scary thought popped up, leading Spook to try convince Lucas to get the penthouse.



There were drinks there, albeit expensive. Spook licked his lips.



He'd wiggle with his brows at Lucas.

Lucas seemingly mended within the stone, Spook wondered if Lucas ever abused this powers to look up skirts. As they carried on, Lucas reappeared right by Spooks surroundings. Spook didn't witness the materialization, nor did he question the 'chance' of him randomingly seeing him. He agreed with him taking a hotel room to use as an observation angle. Sadly Lucas wasn't too intended on flipping a coin, they were going to split the bill the Dutch way.



Spook went inside the hotel, presumably with Lucas at his side. He scanned the basic layout of the room for a moment, in case things went south and they were caught, the details of this room might become vital. He gave the receptionist a friendly smile and walked to a long rack with different sorts of pamphlets, featured at a side of the lobby. One of the pamphlets referred to the various types of rooms the hotel had. Spook began browsing through it, comparing the penthouse and some others. Luckily the pamphlet featured pictures of the room, highlighting the view most of the time. It wasn't the penthouse, but one suite tiered below the penthouse that had the best view of the busy street, and more specifically, the museum. Spook pressed his finger on the picture




And right then, Spooks iphone started ringing. The den den mushi in his pocket was getting called by their captain. While inaudible to Lucas, but perfectly audible to Spook, he received orders to regroup at the base, it was time for their other operation to initiate.




Spook told Lucas, before leaving the hotel and making his way back to their ship, he certainly planned on returning as soon as they were done with their other tasks. Taking the toys and his car with him.

--exit