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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[dyingtohealyou]

Akito matches her volume, speaking as hushed as he can while ensuring she can still hear him.

"Too late for that. Think we should risk splitting up here or just pick a path?"

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

"Pick a path. Splitting up is more likely to end badly," Britany responded.

[dyingtohealyou]

"Got it. Since it doesn't really matter, might as well go with this one." He indicates the branch nearest to them before he begins walking again, grateful that his tennis shoes are easy enough to move stealthily in.

Maybe this one will finally yield something...?

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

(OOC: Never did get a mod response...)

Not yet, it seemed. But all they could do was keep exploring and try to keep a mental map. It wasn't like the sewers could be that insane, right?

[dyingtohealyou]

((OOC: Then ON WITH THE SHOW WE GO-?!))

Alas, even with the slowness to keep up the stealth, it doesn't take long for them to reach yet another branching path. At this point, Akito comes to a full stop, leaning against the wall with an annoyed look.

"Another one... Want to just keep picking the same side? We won't lose our way as easily, at least." His voice is still low, but the irritation is clearly evident.

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

"... Should set my phone up for mapping or something, huh?", Britany pondered.

[dyingtohealyou]

"Might help, yeah." At any rate, he starts slowly stepping down the one on the right, same as the previous path they took. He tries to keep an eye on the walls, particularly if they happen to curve in one way or another - if they end up going in a loop, it could really screw up their sense of direction, which is so not something he wants to deal with down here.

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

Rita had slipped her phone out, quickly silencing it, then pulling up some apps. No network service down here - predictably - but a sketch app let her start marking stuff with a stylus easily enough.

"... The next right turn would lead back to a previous intersection. We should check it for oddities, then double back and go straight."

[dyingtohealyou]

"Got it."

He quietly makes his way ahead, peering around the turn. He doesn't dare say anything aloud, but in his mind he thinks to himself:

'Hello? Anything weird over here?'

[blastiaobsessieanonymous]

Rita, similarly, took a look...