let the bodies hit the floor

[detectivetroll]

Who: Everyone joining the mafia attack
What: Attack on the mafia meeting
When: Monday night, December 8th
Where: mafia building


An hour before the meeting, everyone who wants to make a stand against the mafia - violent and potentially ill advised though it might be - gathers in a nearby location to make final plans. Nick’s original idea of Xander moving a small number of people through shadows into the meeting to take out Albero is still technically in effect, but only for those who are planning on gunning straight for the mafia boss himself. Or those who want to help take him out specifically, even if not to deliver the final blow themselves.

Thorir’s provided weapons from his shop, for any network members who know how to use them. L’d agreed to handle the coordination of getting everyone in the building to take out as many of the mafia members as they could, and to hopefully confine the chaos inside.

Because once they’re in and fighting, it’s… probably going to be at least a little chaos.

But hopefully, by the end of the night, it’ll at least be done.


[OOC: Linking one more time to the plotting post in case anyone needs it as the log goes on! I’ll post up a thread for those gunning for Albero so the mods can NPC him as needed, otherwise feel free to start your own threads to battle mafia goons!]

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open to anyone going after Albero

[detectivetroll]

It hasn’t even been two days since Nick posted about the meeting on the network, but L was right when he said people on the network mobilized quickly. The recordings with the mafia implicating themselves in kidnappings and frame jobs on the network members are off in however many hands Nick could get them too, hopefully on their way to the media. And to the authorities, but that one doesn’t matter as much to him, since he’s far from convinced they’ll do anything.

But that doesn’t matter now. All that matters is getting to Albero, and getting rid of him for good. Nick’s… kind of disguised himself, but the end result is him looking a little like Dread Pirate Roberts, sword and all. Well, sword plus two guns and a leather whip.

Between L’s recon and Nick’s info, they know roughly where Albero should be, but he doubts that’ll stay that way for long. Still, he’d asked Xander ahead of time to shadow Nick over to Albero first, when the time comes. He’s not sure how many people would be willing to take the killing blow on him, but… Nick’s already prepared for it.

Well, except for the guy who’d requested a katana, anyway.

But Nick’s focus right now is on getting to Albero, and taking down whoever stands in his way.

[likeaclown]

There will be a lot of people standing in their way. Albero, on the other side ...seems almost relaxed, when the numbered can get a glance on him. He's leaning back in his chair despite the mayhem and fighting that has broken out, cigar in his mouth, one heel on the other leg's knee, and seems to almost enjoy the desperate attack.

He certainly doesn't appear worried at all.

[dominateartimus]

With Nick in tow, Xander does his best to avoid being seen by other mafia members while in the shadows. Sure, he doesn't know how many of them were modified or if they knew of his shadow mimicry, but he wasn't about to risk blowing their cover by being reckless.

All he needed was to be pointed in the right direction by Nick when he spotted Albero before moving in to action.

special (N)PC attack - OPEN!

[swissarmyjesus]

[Inside the building, among the ranks of the modified mafia members is one who looks oddly familiar.

If anyone ever wondered about the sudden inexplicable silence from the network's resident Blood Key double agent over the past few months, those questions are now answered. Something is very, very wrong though. His eyes glow a bright blue, with blue lines glowing under his skin and through his clothes. He is covered in metal plating and both of his arms are turned into his giant trademark orange robotic fists. A metallic whining noise emits from somewhere in his body and he shakes and sways slightly as his body strains to cope with the robotics and other modifications.

Regardless of whatever is wrong with him, though, he doesn't look as if he's planning to let any of the numbered through.]

come at me with your should-be-fatal attacks, bro

[chalicejoker]

[Hajime's been happily rampaging through a few of the lower-ranking mafia members. The Lord of the Bugmen is in fine form tonight; his fighty bug monster instincts are singing. He's going to lose himself in a monster rampage if he's not careful, and he's getting cocky.

And then he spots Chuck. He'd never really talked much to the guy, but he recognized him from the network. Double agent? Triple agent? Guy doesn't look like he's in good shape. Needs to be taken down. Hajime won't go so far as to put him out of his misery, but he'll try his hardest to beat Chuck into unconsciousness. Besides, that looks like a strong opponent...and the instincts of the Joker Undead drive Hajime to want to fight the strongest. There's an animalistic bellow of challenge as the big bug monster lunges for Chuck.]

Willow Ridge Surveillance Center- Mission Control Thread, OPEN

[dead_black_eyes]

It's a bittersweet day. On one hand, L knows that he is not nearly strong or capable enough to be on the front lines directly fighting a man he's wanted to see dead for months... but that doesn't stop him from wishing, sorely, that he was there to see the life fade from Albero's eyes.

This is the next best thing. He could argue that it's still vitally important, just not as satisfying, but he's giving it his all in the surveillance center. There's a lot he can't do from a distance, but he can survey, keep an eye on the news, contact outside help if the need arises (though everyone seems to consider this a last resort), and he has the recordings, delivered to him by Nick, ready to be sent to several news outlets the moment the raid begins. Energy Up first; they gave him the time of day to say his piece a week ago, and they've earned the first scoop, but other outlets will get their hands on the incriminating recordings shortly after.

Maybe you're on the scene and providing an update through text, audio or video. Maybe, like L, your talents are better suited to contributing this way. But big changes are going down in Locke City today, and even the Numberedd who can't be there in person deserve to have a front row view of Albero's well deserved downfall.

[wastingtime]

Or maybe your talents serve for more.

Elian's not much for technology, but if there's such a position as 'moral support', he's made to take it. His morals certainly keep him from taking a more...direct...involvement, but his greatsword remains slung and ready across his back.

As does the mental path to another part of the building, should he need a break from it all.

[video/action]

[charcoalfeather]

Even if they couldn't see the fight up close, there were people fully prepared to help in whatever way they could. Rakka was one of those people, she refused to just sit around while this was happening.

Recon of the area was the name of the game, and Rakka had just reached the outskirts of the fight, her rocket boots sputtering enough to make the landing rocky. She keeps going though, and readily pulls out her phone and switches to video.

She also had her magic staff with her, in case of dire emergencies.

"Okay, I'm here. I don't think anyone's seen me yet."

audio;

[alilyinthemoonslight]

[Even if Lily doesn't agree to matters, she's in the city regardless, preparing with those of an equal mindset to at least safeguard people from any chaos that might spill out of the actual battle with the mafia.

As such, she at least realized it would be a bad idea to not coordinate with the others, and in addition to anything else has a connection established with L via an earpiece hidden behind her long purple hair at this very moment.]

We're here. [She sounds... a little more stiff than usual, trying to focus past her doubts and worries and on the task at hand.] At the very least, I hope we can at least get a heads up should they spring any surprises on us again.

OTA

[purestambition]

In spite of her ... let's say, heated disagreement with Nick, Saretha is actually here. However, she's not expressly doing anything for the moment. For one thing there's no much useful she can do on her end there - and two, she just wants to be briefed. She wants to know what's going on.

And more importantly, there's someone out in that chaos she needs to keep an eye on.

So she just stands back in a shadowed corner, arms crossed, but wearing Junketsu and keeping her sheathed katana nearby. She stands and glares at everyone, her disapproval somehow very loud even as she remains quiet.

[Action]

[prismaticdestruction]

It wasn't that she was better off doing tech work or not combat capable. Dani was there at Mission control because it was either this or be hiding away. Not the ideal situation in her opinion but at least if things went bad, she could just head out as fast as she could and meet up to fight as a last chance type thing but..

Either way, She was going between watching and pacing. Too worked up to pull out a game system or reading. She was wlling to be a runner or do something productive..but for now she's going to complain.

"This isn't fair..."

[seed_of_memory]

Of course Fuyuka is there; she'd invested too much in investigating the mafia to at least not bear witness to all of this. So, she stood in what had been dubbed "mission control", arms folded, and waiting for any sign of things to go wrong or of import. It was important she do so; however this turned out, she would need to know as possible.

She only hoped things didn't get so bad more people had to step in. In truth, Fuyuka had no idea just what she would do in such a situation.

Audio

[icy_heavens]

[He isn't in favour of the attack in general. It still feels too soon, like they're shooting themselves in the foot. It has less to do with the life of anyone in the mafia than it does with what the public might take away from this in regard to the Numbered.

[But there's no stopping it, and he doesn't want any of their people to be killed. So he's here, in the field but on the sidelines, ready in case things start going to hell. They usually do. He's expecting it.]

Ready for the chaos. [He's so optimistic.] About to go in, aren't they?

Open!

[radiantchicken]

Torin didn't want to just sit around doing nothing. Not when he could fight, not when he still hasn't tested his transformed power in battle. He's got a gun, and he's acquired a sword--still not one that feels quite right, but one that feels a good deal better than anything else he'd tried so far, and he's doing very well for himself. He's even got a couple of nonlethal battery-based attacks up his sleeve, should the situation call for fart gas or a love ray.

He's not in this to kill, only to wound, but he'll gladly spring to the rescue of anyone who might need it.

OTA - Collateral City Defense

[alilyinthemoonslight]

Lily didn't like this in any way, shape, or form. She'd made that clear, and she felt like she'd have a lot to be worried about afterwards. For now... She couldn't just stand by idly, either. She wasn't going after Albero - but the mafia was unpredictable. That much was clear when the rescue attempt for Robyn was interrupted by the presence of a Vermaxi.

So even if the ones attacking are successful, there's no promise more chaos won't spill out into the city itself. That's something that can't happen, and... if they can do anything, they can make sure there's not anymore unnecessary bloodshed or people caught in the crossfire.

So, it's for that reason Cure Moonlight currently stands atop a building. She's not close enough to see what's happening at the target location, but... is at least close enough to see if anything bad comes barreling their way, or in the direction of anything that would need to be defended.

Its the first time she's been in Locke City since that night with Raye and Winter, and... the thought churns her stomach. But she tries to keep it down for now - she'd promised herself, promised Winter and Jasmine after that she'd be stronger than that from now on.

She was going to keep her promise, no matter how worried she was about friends engaging in who knows what right now in that building.

[OOC - This thread will be utilized for some rather massive chaos splitting off from the actual mafia attack, and will not directly be hitting them. Primarily this is for things forthcoming with Raye (guitar_case_vagabaond), so bear in mind~!]

[goldenflames]

She certainly won't be standing alone. Yelena of all people thought that maybe killing people isn't the way to go. Even if they deserve it, if you asked her, was it really their call?

She's not bulletproof or anything, but she's not going to sit this out in case the fighting starts spilling out into the streets.

OTA

[professorwolf]

It started off easily enough, despite the terror of it all, the worry for his friends and for Nick, the half-certainty that everyone here was going to die, or at least get mauled. Lyall crept in Nick's wake, wolf-formed and with no identifying marks on him to show he might have been more than just a large, tawny dog with a lot of thick fur. When they exploded into the meeting and things flew into chaos, he simply used his superior strength for his size and slender build to knock mafia goons away from friends and into each other.

Then the first one actually attacked him with a club, rather than merely tripping over him, and then things got messy. Lyall reacted on instinct-- wolf instinct, not man instinct-- and then all of it went out the window. He snarled, knocking his attacker over and biting down hard, enough to ruin a throat and end a life. And from then on out, it was anyone who got in his way who happened to look threatening, weak, or who ran away. ... so, basically, everyone. There wasn't much left in his head of the man, just the wolf.

((feel free to hit him before or after he loses it! he'll hold it together for enough for some threads, at least :) ))

[chalicejoker]

Before Lyall snaps and loses himself in the mind of the wolf, he just might come across a very still insectoid form. There's a giant bug lying there, and he's got two very distinct puncture wounds in his chest, still bleeding green, as though something large with equally large fangs had bitten him. Hajime's not moving at all. It's hard to tell whether or not a giant bug is breathing, but he seems almost too still to just be unconscious.

[detectivetroll]

Despite his intentions going in and his near absolute focus on Albero, Nick's still kept one ear out for Lyall as he moves through the room with the others, fighting those closest around Albero. He's not so far gone that he isn't worried about Lyall, that he doesn't at least subconsciously want to monitor his safety.

It takes him a little bit, maybe, but eventually registers that the snarls and growls that have been a constant backdrop to his enhanced hearing have changed, some how. He can't quite figure out how, but it pulls something in him, a low prickle on the back of his neck that by now he's come to recognize as his instincts telling him that something's wrong.

Which is more than enough to pull his attention from the man he's fighting, to duck away and seek out Lyall. When he spots him - and the level of violence that he's using, almost indescriminately - it's definitely obvious that something's up. And considering he's seen Lyall like this in wolf form before, he has a suspicion that he knows what it is, even if he doesn't quite want to admit it at the moment.

Without thinking twice, Nick abandons the fight to get to Albero, and instead fights his way to the wolf that's tearing through the crowds, planting himself firmly in Lyall's line of sight.

"Randy?"

Open to both action and mission control chatter.

[guitar_case_vagabond]

There was no way in the world Raye was going to miss this fight. She's on the scene the moment the fighting starts, diving in with all the subtlety and tact she's known for. Which is to say like a steam train attached to a rocket.

Chaos has already exploded in her wake, leaving trails of smashed rubble and scattered mafia enforcers behind as she plows through the ranks assembled outside, angry light shining from her Kamui even as it huffs out heavy clouds of steam. She's fighting reckless even more so than usual, not even paying any mind to protecting herself as a steady stream of bullets spark and bounce off of her.

Finally, after sending another trio of gunmen flying with a powerful swing of her Scissor Blade she finally slows, slumping a little and leaning on the weapon as she pants heavily for breath.

"This isn't good." Senketsu speaks up, taking advantage of the lull in the racket. "As I suspected, your body still hasn't fully recovered from your injuries. This transformation is putting too much strain on you."

"Don't bother trying to get me to quit." Raye huffs, ignoring that her one-sided conversation is likely being picked up by the earpiece she was all but ordered to wear. "Just do whatever you have to to keep me up."

"I am, but if you continue to fight I can't say for certain what might happen."

"Shut the hell up. This is my shot and I'm takin' it."

Senketsu's next protest is cut off by another hail of gunfire slamming into Raye's back, causing the girl to grunt and stumble forward before hurling a vicious glare at the ones shooting at her.

"Motherfuckers." Angry light blazes from her again, steam blasts from her body and Senketsu flinches, strain showing clearly in his eye.... "Get the fuck out of my way!"

Ripping the Scissor from the ground, she gives another scream of raw anger and dives back in, swinging the weapon one-handed and sending up another explosion of dust and debris....

[Audio]

[dead_black_eyes]

[L is switching between channels and feeds so rapidly that he's barely able to keep up, but he is keeping up, and that's what matters. Most recently, he has opted to check up on Raye, who is... truly lacking in subtlety, to a staggering degree. She's strong enough to make up for it, perhaps, but it still draws a lot of attention.

As does the fact that she is talking to herself.]

Raye? Are you all right? I worry you're not pacing yourself enough to sustain what you're putting into this fight...

[His voice is steady and calm, but louder, his way of emphasizing his concern. He is not a master of battle techniques, but he knows something about exhaustion, and he is tired just watching and listening to her.]

Keeping Albero's reinforcements at bay

[disdainfully]

[aka wow there's a lot of aggressive altered goons (and normal body guards and so on) here, let's stop them from getting into the way of those aiming for Albero himself. Obviously this concerns goons that aren't in Albero's direct vicinity but trying to make their way over there.


Thorir is not alone; someone who right now is not only leaner than him but hals 4/3rds as tall as him is at his side, or rather has his back. Hjalti might have changed back to being fully human after losing his echoes, and Thorir is suspiciously more worried about his brother getting hurt than himself getting hit by something, but all in all both brothers know how to fight, and are well armed.

For the most part, they're trying to disable them from continuing to fight instead of kill, but some alterations make that really hard...]

[scarlet_devil]

[Emilia is equally aggressive tonight, something these goons will soon find out first hand. The less Mafioso standing, the better... She will gladly, and personally, send each and every one of them to Hell.]

It's like The Night Attack of Târgovişte... [With a mere thought, she wills Gungnir into existence with a feral look in her eyes.]

[moreweaponsthanyou]

Fil for the most part will be spending his entire time watching his Uncles backs. He's not fond of fighting but he WILL defend himself and his family and friends and his Uncles definitely counts. There was something to be said about taking part of a frontal attack; a bit more honest then sneaking in and trying to kill someone, even if the end result they want to achieve is the same. There was also something very right about his current position, that this was the place he should be, even if Uncle Hjalti was there as well in the same function.

He grunts as he dodges another swipe at where his head should be. Being shorter than everyone else has its advantages and disadvantages in battle; his opponents have to strike in an awkward position from above and his own reach was limited.

Open to Action! Fighting inside.

[knights_king]

[Arthur hadn't thought to expend much energy when he first approached. He wasn't sure just how 'bottomless' his supply was, despite the fact that every breath he took seemed to add on to the vast furnace that burned and created magical energy on a constant basis.

He crossed the street and in one swing, cleaved through three mafia members as they drew their guns. Without a second though, he walked past them and stood, engaging a number more of the Altered.]

[scarlet_devil]

[When she's not lending Thorir a hand with the fighting, she will be joining Arthur and help mow down even more goons that dare show their faces.

Soon enough, though, she heads further into the building with Gungnir at the ready, using both it and the strange blood magic she regained to hurl magic at any Mafioso she sees...]