Action Log /// 002
Who: Mitsuo, Max, and Heine [Open to anyone who thinks they can help, or wants to capitalize on the chaos.]
What: Saving Mitsuo from an Ogre.
Where: Near the Archives.
When: Post-Plane Shift.
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What: Saving Mitsuo from an Ogre.
Where: Near the Archives.
When: Post-Plane Shift.
( ... )
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Mitsuo kept as close to the grate as he could without pissing himself so that he would know as soon as it was distracted.
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And lo', not too far from this was Heine running directly towards the sight. It occured to her that she would be cooperating with strange men and quite possibly facing off the Big Ugly. The former concern really was her only complaint. Regardless, Max angled her feathers and shot downwards toward the ogre.
In a sharply angled dive she descended, snatched one of the ogre's wicked horns, and yanked it sideways from it's cowering target with considerable momentum, then spun quickly to land on her feet yards away from the beast. She hoped that, with its bearings confused and back turned, Heine would reach the ogre from behind and attack before it bludgeoned her.
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Reaching into his pouch, he pulled out a couple of meters of wire, tying it onto the end of his knife. "There's plenty of other spaces he could hide," he muttered to himself, "And he picks the sewers?"
Then again, even Shikamaru had to admit to the fact that the most obvious point of hiding would be the sewers. Ah, well. He couldn't blame the kid.
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The dull, mechanical clink of a gun settling against Mitsuo's skull. Adachi thumbed the hammer back. The cylinder turned once, clunk!
Now you're in trouble.
"...you know there's more than one entrance to these sewer-tunnels-" He pressed the gun barrel into hair and skin- gripped Mitsuo's shoulder in one pale hand, and wrenched the boy around to face him. He carefully centered the gun between Mitsuo's eyes.
Adachi's own eyes were sleepy, expression flat. "Man, you are pathetic." He canted his head, stare sliding away to the noise- the sound of ogre centric battle crashing just out of sight.
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Mouth dry and eyes wide, Mitsuo stared at his assailant, as his hands twitched uselessly at his sides. The gun in his pocket dragged at him and threatened to pull him to the ground; it never even occurred to him to reach for it, let alone draw it. The words 'dead before he hit the ground' echoed in his mind, and he actually choked on a giggle.
"D-d-detective---" he said, and his voice was barely there; he swallowed, and tried to back through the tunnel wall.
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""You know- I can't shake the feeling that folks don't stay dead here. I've heard some things." A twitchy smile. "But it probably hurts to die."
He made a kik-kik boom! noise softly under his breath. "Heck, it'll really improve my aim, though."
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"You wouldn't do that," he said, his voice a mingled mess of confidence and despair. "You're a police officer... not a killer."
Not like me, he thought, and half smiled, though his eyes remained deer-in-the-headlights wide.
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Surrounded by a halo of light from her communicator, Max's hand was the only thing he could see clearly, and it was like a beacon of salvation.
Mitsuo hesitated before he moved closer and clasped her hand with his own.
"Come on, beauty, pull me up!" he snapped; the sewer no longer felt safe to him... he was too aware that anything at all could be lurking within it.
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"You're pretty demanding for someone whose life was just in danger," Max told him with a bit of a playful smile. The beast had been defeated, Mitsuo was safe--for now--and no one was injured. Heine had come through. The stranger in the shadows had been especially helpful to him. All in all, not a bad day.
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His poor, mangled, dismembered robot.
"Maybe I'd be a little more appreciative if you hadn't left me down there so long," he retorted, firmly back in bitch-mode now that the danger [on all fronts...] was gone.
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"Maybe you wouldn't have been down there at all if you knew how to listen," she snapped. But what more could be done or said? He was firmly ungrateful, and that wasn't exactly unusual. Annoying, but not unusual.
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At the top of the steps, in front of the massive wooden doors, he paused; he placed one hand against the handle, not in reverence... but in fear. This city had proven to him, on some level, that it was dangerous, and that he was not at level. Hesitation was to be expected. His other hand strayed to his pocket and closed around the unused gun he had hidden there.
What it came down to was the odd balance of this place; the Game versus his fear of the Unknown. He wanted to play, desperately... to prove to everyone that he was special, and the Best. But now and then, he caught glimpses of the edge of how Real this all was. High stakes, that's all, he told himself, and pushed on the door.
It didn't budge...
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But when Mitsuo failed to keep moving, she frowned.
"What's the problem, charming?" Max wanted badly to continue forward. She couldn't shake the feeling that a monster was eyeing her back and ready to pounce on her vulnerable flesh. But then, that was a common enough feeling.
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The one movement he did make was to slowly step behind the two as they walked. It was the reason he was last up the steps, too, finding Max and Mitsuo standing there. He missed the fact Mitsuo had tried to open it, but caught Max's word asking what the problem was. Heine stayed silent since he'd just be asking the same question again.
And, in Mitsuo's defense, no one liked being told or asked anything twice.
His penguin was still present, waddling up the stairs to greet the three of them, returning to latch onto one of Heine's legs when it got close enough.
Heine sighed. Between the penguin and Mitsuo he wasn't sure how much more of this he could take.
"Let me guess. You can't open it."
So much for staying quiet.
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