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[massivescale]

Who: The pursuit team of the Subway Sculptor hunting group - and the subway sculptor himself.
When: Nov. 23rd. Evening.
Where: An apartment complex hallway, residential area over an out-of-service subway line.
What: See what answers were wrung out of the fellow behind the statues!



He was caught, and he hadn't had a prayer.

They shouldn't have been able to track him in the subway in the first place, they shouldn't have been able to follow him here and they shouldn't have been able to - so systematically! - trap him like this, but here they were, on both sides, and they had to have had something.

It was the numbers. They couldn't have been with "No One", no, or they would've been on him by now, harder. They'd already be hauling him out.

This had to have been about the numbers.

He started one way. Then the other - couldn't run, no. No way to run out of grabbing reach, trapped, again, it was indeed. Looked them all over. An absurdly mixed group - at least two of them had to be kids, couldn't be with anything he thought he knew he was hiding from.

"I was," he said. Came out dry and too drifting to be abrupt. "I was supposed to find you guys."

They found him. He was supposed to have found them, he bet - hence the confinement. "No One" wanted them, too, and if only he'd been even a day or an hour faster...!

Comments

[hollowleg]

"Woah man, woah," Shiro says in the calmest voice he can manage with a hand lightly placed on the man's shoulder. "We're not here to hurt you, promise. You don't have to run."

The guy was clearly somewhat freaked out. Of course he was! He'd just been chased down by a werewolf, a psychic, and two weird ghost things (not that either of them knew that).

"Now, what do you mean by find 'us'?" Shiro gives Lyall and the others a look, then looks back at their captive "Do you... know who we are?"

Wait a minute. Shiro squints, focusing his weird sixth sense on this guy. He's... no way. His energy signature or whatever it was, it was DEFINITELY more like them than the general population. He moves over to Lyall, yanking on his shirt a bit, then whispers, "I think this guy is like us."

[professorwolf]

Lyall holds up his own hands, as well, showing they're empty. "We only want to talk to you. That's all." In an undertone, to Shiro, he adds, "I thought he might be. He doesn't-- seem like the others." But he seems to be working for them, so Lyall prudently doesn't mention his ability to sniff people out. He'd much, much rather that remain a mystery.

First things first: get the rudest and most volatile of them distracted by something else important. Still in an undertone, he suggests to the boy: "Toushirou, if you might let the rest of us know we've found him...?"

[needsmorezippers]

From what little Neku knew of Toushirou, that was... probably a good plan. But, he's going to go ahead and hang back for this. He reaches into his pocket to find the (correct) pin and tune into Proud's head.

He's promptly greeted by a stream of crazy, but maybe that'll make more sense once they ask him some real questions. ...Maybe.

Soooo sorry for holding this up.

[icy_heavens]

It wouldn't even have had to be grabbing distance for Proud to fail to escape. With his ice powers -- perhaps ironically, gained from touching one of the man's statues -- Toushirou could have iced over the floor or simply frozen the man's legs on the spot. No way was he letting this guy get away without answering a few things.

His own expression, in contrast to the milder ones of Shiro and Lyall, was one of quiet intensity. It wasn't even intentional, really; he had a naturally stern look at the best of times. But answers were within their grasp and he was determined that something useful come out of this mess. His gaze was probably a little unsettling to somebody who was already on edge.

Nevertheless, he nods up at Lyall when the suggestion comes to let the network know they've got their target. So Proud would be spared any further looks from an oddly serious child.

"Right."

From here on, he would only listen to the questioning. The network would keep him too busy to actually participate.