Hunting the Subway Sculptor

[shiromadoushi]

Who: Everyone who expressed interest in going to check out the Subway Sculptor
Where: An abandoned subway line under Locke City
When: 6pmish, Saturday
What: Going to try and talk to the guy making the snake statues.


[[OoC: Info | Plotting | IC organization]]

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Outside the way down to the abandoned line

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura's early. Far too early. But he said he would be, and it wasn't as if he was going to get anything else done that day. His stomach was in knots with worry that he was just leading people into a trap, that he hadn't prepared well enough, that it was going to go horribly wrong...

God, he hoped he was worrying for nothing....


[[OoC: for everyone arriving/getting organized. Mark your stuff opened or closed, please!]]

Open!

[dyingtohealyou]

[Akito's spent the day around town, only to start casually heading for the meeting place a tad early. He's got a small backpack with him, and once he's away from the general populace he'll take a moment to get those damned contacts out of his eyes, revealing the bright blue irises previously hidden behind them.]

--Phew. That feels a lot better.

[shiromadoushi]

Had an eye change? [[There's a faint smile there.]] Starting to think I dodged a bullet with that one, with how common that is...

Open!

[not_good_not_wicked]

Marisa parked a block or so away in her newly reborn truck (The engine didn't make that rattling sound when she shifted gears anymore!), after picking up a few people who had needed rides. To those of you who got to ride in this amazing vehicle: the seats are lumpy, it smells like stale fast food and motor oil, and there are drifts of fast food receipts on the floor and seats. It makes various strange noises while driving, the right window won't roll all the way up, and the radio only picks up two stations (country music and NPR).

But it gets you to where you need to go pretty reliably, at least.

After any threads of people insulting her spirit animal, Marisa strode over to Bakura and the rest, broom on her shoulder and Mini-Hakkero in her pocket.

Re: Open!

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

Britany wound up being one of the people Marisa picked up on the way...

"... So, how much time did you put into fixing this after ramming the snake?"

[dyingtohealyou]

So you're our getaway, huh?

[He'd noticed it on the post itself, but never got around to commenting there.]

[reapsthewind]

Chris also snagged a ride.

"For god's sake, turn the radio back to NPR."

Open!

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

Britany Ruff arrived soon enough. She didn't have a lot on her, seemingly - but one thing she did have was that collar she'd mentioned days ago, twirling in her hand.

"You look afraid," she observed aloud to Bakura, before glancing at the others who were starting to gather.

[shiromadoushi]

The white haired teen scowled, shoulders hunching just a touch. "Worried, not afraid," he corrected. "Last time we did something like this it turned out to be a trap and people nearly died. Trying to avoid that this time...."

Open

[scramasax]

Anthony's gotten out of the habit of arriving at anyplace like this early, hanging back to ascertain that it is all secure enough company assembled - and then dropping his hood and shambling on in. Trying to keep himself from letting his head down with an almost vibrating tension in his back - all psychological - from resisting it, dragging himself to stop a bit outside a strange figurative safe-barrier outside the group's edge.

Drags a raspy breath - to announce his presence, thinking of nothing to say to do so - finally letting his head drop, into his fist (of the free hand - he's got his seax in the other), for a thick and apologetic throat-clearing cough.

And he was expected to come, there, that quick courtesy for the sake of sense of security done - he edges on in a little closer, still straining against the urge to shrink. He's overcoming the brunt of it - still tense, head still bowed ever so slightly.

[shiromadoushi]

"Hey," Bakura greets, putting a hand on his friend's shoulder. For Anthony, he puts on the smile that says he's sure of everything. He's pretty sure Anthony's far more shaky than he is, after all.

Open

[icy_heavens]

[He's just a regular spelunker these days, it seems. But like hell he'd been about to pass up a chance to get at the source of the statues. Besides, there need to be capable fighters here if things go south, and he's certainly that whether anyone likes it or not.

[He's punctual as always, weapon at his back, strange outfit he'd wound up in last time safely stuffed in his closet. Because seriously what the hell even is that thing? Took him half an hour to even figure out how to get it off.

[Like any sane person, he's got some nerves about this, but he hides them pretty well. He's done this before. He can do it again. He's better now, than those other times. Nothing is going to go wrong. He'll make sure of it.]

Re: Open

[hollowleg]

[Shiro wants to wear the outfit he echoed back, but it's bright white. And that might not be the best thing. So instead he has on all black, much like he's been wearing for the past few of these little adventures. He approaches the white-haired stoic kid and yanks on the sword a bit]

Yo.

[open]

[peacefulwinter]

Winter should not have been here. She knew, even before all this started, that if she came, she'd have to fight.

But then, that was exactly why she put up with all this, wasn't it? So she could use her power to protect people? There was no right answer anymore, and while part of her whined about it, mostly she was just happy to have a purpose.

So she's once again come out for an expedition, backpack loaded with emergency items and supplies, Raquel held in one arm for the moment, flashlight in the other - still with the red bulb from her last trip underground. She looks almost as nervous, too.

Group one: Stealth!

[shiromadoushi]

[[For the group going in first!]]

Re: Group one: Stealth!

[dyingtohealyou]

Well, it's about time for him to do his job, now isn't it?

Akito begins moving in as quietly as possible, keeping his steps light and his handgun at the ready. His finger isn't on the trigger (thanks Nick), but hovering instead over the trigger guard, and he's fully prepared to switch to the offensive if it turns out that's necessary.

Of course, the main hope is that it isn't, given his job of sneaking and all. He'll just keep straining both eyes and ears and cautiously making his way along until there's a reason to stop.

Group Two: Diplomacy!

[shiromadoushi]

[[Going second, the diplomat group! Also the psychics]]

i think this is where he goes??

[needsmorezippers]

[Neku isn't... actually great at the whole 'diplomacy' aspect of things, but he's just here to figure out if the guy's doing this of his own will or not. So, while he's technically in this group, he'll just... linger towards the back. That works, right?]

Group three: TANKS

[shiromadoushi]

[[And here's where the muscle comes in. Especially since the first two groups have encountered activated statues and no sign of the guy who made them anywhere....]]

Re: Group three: TANKS

[not_good_not_wicked]

Marisa had been good. She really had. She'd stayed more or less in the background and let the stealthy and diplomatic people do their thing. She wasn't going to do something stupid, especially when it could get them all crushed by a thousand tons of falling debris AND collapse an apartment building.

But there was an undeniable desire burning inside her to be the conduit for that much pure power once again. She would be lying if she said she wasn't EAGER for a justified reason to use her one trick again. She had the Mini-Hakkero in her hand, and it was steaming slightly while lights flashed from within.

"NOW can I?"

[sun_sun]

Well, this could have gone better. One moment, looking forward to uncovering the secrets of Locke City, the next, running for their lives.

The funny thing is, after all that conversation, she didn't even think to use the giant banana trick. Too busy running and screaming.

Group Whatever :3 Tracking!

[professorwolf]

Finally away from the snake statues, whether because he's managed to slip by or because they were defeated, Lyall has the scent-- well, he has a scent. A fleeing human-ish scent that doesn't match anyone here, and a scent he hopes is David Proud's.

He's hurrying down the tunnelway in its wake with a flashlight, trying to block out the other scents around him and the sounds from behind him, and just jog through the dark, debris-littered tunnel without tripping and breaking something.

[hollowleg]

[Shiro had moved from tanking to tracking, since it seemed like Chris and Marisa had that part under control. Sort of. Mostly. He could always head back there if they needed him! But his skills might be better served here. With his speed and this weird sixth sense he had now... well, maybe he could help]

He's moving pretty fast... if I'm tracking the right thing. Fuck if I know. It's different than ours, so... I think it IS him.

[a pause]

or it could be a very large rat.

The aftermath

[shiromadoushi]

[[Getaway van and truck, getting the hell out of dodge!]]

Open

[chalicejoker]

[There's also a getaway motorcycle idling out there too. Hajime's keeping watch outside, even though the knowledge that there is something down there is making him twitchy and want to go down there to fight it himself.]