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]]

Comments

[scramasax]

And Anthony isn't entirely convinced. He'd made note of where everyone he recognized was while hanging back in part subconsciously because it'd hardly do at the start of something rather like a mission to be startled by a surprise greeting. It all seems anxious - and if this endeavor's something to be so assured about then why did Bakura seem, indeed, not to be wholly sure about his declaration of intent to come along?

He smiles back all the same - feels a little low drop and swuirm under it, feels a tad patronized but more sorry than insulted. "Uh - hello..."

[shiromadoushi]

The hand lingers a moment before Bakura lets it fall to his side. "Glad you could make it. No one gave you trouble on the way over, I hope?"

[scramasax]

Anthony's eyes drift after it - and then jump back up to Bakura's face. "Uhm. What, um - what do you mean?"

He'd come as straight here as was within the realm of convenience - and's ignoring his skepticism that "glad you could make it" is entirely true.

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura nearly sighed. Damnit. With them both on edge... He sucked at small talk to start with!

"No cops or assholes, I mean," he elaborated.

[scramasax]

"Um - " Another faint throat-clearing, shaking his head. " - No - I wasn't seen." Eyes drifted aside again - considered and scrapped a couple of other thoughts as comments; evidently they were both putting on the veneer of reasonable certainty.

You saw nothing.... (the problem with SHARED KEYWORDS phhht)

[shiromadoushi]

"Good. One less complication," Bakura nodded. "So this your first UrbEx experience? Since the cave didn't count."