Why'd it have to be snakes? [closed log]

[detectivetroll]

Who: Alex (moarnomsplz), Yuji (sassymaru), Nick (detectivetroll), Ray (synonymouswithdookie), Shou (ursoreckless), Regina (acequeen), Anthony (scramasax), possibly Lyall (professorwolf) and Monroe (grimmopedia) for tracking
Where: Dead District
When: October 21st, evening-ish
What: Snake fightin'!



When Yuji and Nick had run into one of the snake statues, it was obvious that it was too much for them to handle. All right, so maybe they'd gone looking for it on purpose. But that purpose had been served, and now they knew what the snakes looked like, and some of how they moved.

So he'd put up a post on the network, explaining what he and Yuji had seen and that it was really, really unlikely that the two of them could take it on successfully. Still, he wanted to get rid of it, so he'd asked for anyone who would be willing to team up to help get rid of it - either in tracking it down, actually fighting it, or dealing with the aftermath, whether that be medical attention or a quick getaway.

They'd arranged a time and a meeting place in the Dead District, in an area where most of the sightings had been.

Alex, Yuji, and Nick are already there, having just finished work - a shift where Alex was interning with them, and that'd led to him coming along. Nick's brought his gun, of course, but there's odder weapons with him as well: an eight-foot bullwhip is attached to his belt, coiled at his hip, and there's a somewhat strange weapon resting against his leg, courtesy of his latest pulse.

Once everyone arrives, it'll be snake hunting time.

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[synonymouswithdookie]

"Fashionably" late because that's how he rolls, Ray strolled up like fifteen minutes after the meeting time, smoking like a chimney as he finally joined the group. He'd brought his gun and a couple extra clips, his holster and shit concealed beneath an over sized hoodie that somehow just made him look even smaller than he already was. Yeah, this guy totally looked like he could take on an evil snake statue thingy, sure.

"So. Just out of curiosity, how high do you think our chances of survival are?"

yeah, he was meeting some of these dudes for the first time. No, he didn't care how bad a first impression this might be.

[grimmopedia]

Monroe stalked over to the kid that apparently can't tell time. The guy is seriously smoking? Really? He glares more at Ray with every step. Once in front of him he waves a hand in front of his nose to waft the smoke away.

"Not good, but they'll probably be better if you stop stinking up the place."

It's times like this he seriously hates him heightened senses.

[synonymouswithdookie]

The guy is seriously smoking. And seriously deliberately blowing even more smoke in this Monroe dude's general direction.

"Hey hey, if you don't think our chances of survival are good, then I'm sure as hell not putting out the last cigarette I may ever smoke."

[grimmopedia]

What the hell man? Monroe fights back a cough. This is exactly why he really hates his new enhanced senses crap. He used to like this smell. So he's just going to take his frustrations out on this guy.

"I don't know because there is no way the snake thing will won't notice the smoke. You know what keep it up. We can just use you as bait."

[synonymouswithdookie]

"You seem grouchy."

Ray gave a grand total of ZERO fucks. He would have kept smoking just to spite this guy had he not reached the end of his cigarette. With a huff, he flicks it to the ground and stomps it out.

"Looks like you win this round, pops. What crawled up your ass and died anyway?"