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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[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.

[icy_heavens]

[He looks up at the voice. Right, the creepy guy. Well, whatever. At least this guy had been one of the few taking the last expedition seriously from the get-go.]

Hey.

[hollowleg]

[creepy guy? Rude.

true, mind you.

but rude.]

What're you here for, kid? [not accusing, since he knows that despite his age, this boy can get shit done. More at legitimate curiosity about his role]

[icy_heavens]

[Bit of a lifted eyebrow here, because as far as he's concerned it should be pretty obvious.] I'm carrying a sword; what does it look like I'm here for? [No challenge in his voice. It's more of a "well duh" tone.]

[hollowleg]

Can your sword even cut into stone? [he huffs.] Or whatever those stupid things are made of...

[icy_heavens]

Not sure. [Hey, at least he's honest.] But putting a deep freeze on one of 'em could make 'em brittle enough.

[hollowleg]

Maybe... Or at least trip them up. Freeze them in place. I haven't tested my blade on anything too hard... I have no idea what it'll cut. [said blade is no where in sight]

[icy_heavens]

[Yeah, about that . . .] And where exactly is it?

[hollowleg]

[he taps his chest] Inside. I'll show you. [Shiro extends his hand, palm down, and focuses. A jet of black and red flame extends, flares, solidifies into a sword-like shape. Shiro closes his hand around it and the flame disappears, revealing a pure white katana. Pretty, but not too impressive, especially considering the fancy trick] It's hard to explain but I think it's part of me.

[icy_heavens]

[Blink, blink. Okay.] Well that's handy.

[And kind of unfair, to be able to just have it at any time without having to carry it around. It's kind of tough to conceal a blade that's nearly the same size as him.]

[hollowleg]

Exceedingly. [he flips the blade around his hand in a fancy little flourish. He's still not the best swordsman in the world by any means, but ever since he'd gained this pulse, the sword felt less like a sword and more like an extension of his arm]