Inner City Incursion!

[vile_queen]

Characters: Carmen Sandiego, open to those that signed up.
When: Starting Tuesday, May 26th, at 12:30, continuing through Saturday in case of stragglers.
Where: The Inner City
Rating: PG-13 for violence and possible profanity. If the violence gets extreme, the rating can go up.
Summary: Take a bunch of irratated and mostly intelligent people, throw

Comments

/pops log cherry... with fail.

[bloodseal_soul]

The armor was freshly oiled and minimized screeching. However, the heavy suit still clanged loudly, rattling a bit with each step. It approached the two guards with polite purposefulness, light shining behind its eyes, aware of the guns the guards carried. The two didn't much notice until the armor came close, and then they both drew their weapons, pointing them.

"Not one step more, or we'll shoot!" one said, nervously.

"May I hold your guns, please?" came the hollow voice of the young man from somewhere inside the suit, polite and unassuming. The guards stared at him, and the large hand held out to receive the weapons.

"... what?"

"If you fire them the bullets could ricochet off this armor and hit you," Al said, again, very politely. "It'll be safer if you don't have them."

The guard's answer was the fire, which was punctuated half a second later by a high-pitched scream as he crumpled over, clutching his knee and dropping the gun. The other guard merely went wide-eyed and tried to bolt. Al didn't stop him.

"They always do that," he muttered softly, and kicked the gun away from the guard's side, not that he cared, and Al's real self stepped out of the bushes and quickly transmuted ropes to bind him into place, stripping the screaming guard of his radio and quickly breaking it by throwing it against the side of the complex.

Al gave a shrug of his shoulders and what looked like a little sigh. If they had had more time or the guards were smarter, this would have been a better idea.

"Clear!" he yelled back, and squatted down next to the guard. "Don't shoot next time, okay? Geeze." He stood, and bolted after the armor into the gap, leaving the other guard for anyone to deal with, if they liked.

Re: /pops log cherry... with fail.

[stalwart_flame]

Skyler didn't hesitate after Al had done his part, popping out of a hole in the ground and darting through the gap in the wall. He wasn't entirely sure of what they were doing there, but it seemed important to many people. He had prepared for trouble, as he did for anything dangerous, and packed his bag with some berries and seeds.

There didn't seem to be any immediate response to the guard that had fled, but it was unlikely that would remain the case for long so the little fire-type hurried on. He wanted to be in as good a position as possibly when the trouble started.

[alizarin_asch]

Not bad to have the guy with an armor suit make the approach. He probably shouldn't linger too long near the gap since that guard who had fled could've called for reinforcement.

He sees Alphonse had left one of the guards alive and tied up. This won't do, you can't let the enemy have any possible opportunities on a mission like this. So, he's going to finish the job, before continuing onwards.

[ebony_musician]

"Leave him alone," Touya was perched in a nearby tree, ready to take out any guards with his bow. "He's already tied securely and can't go anywhere." Currently the bow was aimed at Asch. "If you're going go."

Just because he disliked killing didn't mean he wouldn't kill Asch on the spot. Friend or foe he wouldn't let someone die helpless like he had.

[alizarin_asch]

He glares over in Touya's direction. It's a nameless foe, why should he matter to someone else?

"Tch," Not wanting to cause trouble with someone on the supposedly the same side, he heads on in.

[scarysnakelady]

The two guards had been taken care of quite quickly, but Anko was here to cause a little chaos. It wasn't often someone asked her to do so, and she was going to take full advantage of it.

Several scavenged pieces of metal, makeshift weapons, more or less, had explosive tags tied to them. It didn't matter what they hit, really, as long as it caused a little mayhem. One somewhere along the wall, one in the middle of a road--even one in the path of a small robo-raptor that had noticed her.

A simple handseal and they blew, one at a time, the last blowing the dinosaur backwards with a metallic cry. It didn't seem hurt, but it didn't seem inclined to keep coming her direction, especially with the glint of sunlight off her knives and her terrifying expression.

Anko let it go, there were sure to be others, somewhere here. Or panicking inner city scientists. Either was good.

[hypothermiac]

He had stood behind the group as they made their way forward, beginning with the guy in armor and ending with the explosions, all the while he had been at the ready. Taking in each movement with a calculated glance. This was a first for him and maybe he didn't have the enough training or experience, but he was sick and tired of standing around.

Bobby arched a brow at the retreating robot, glad he didn't have to deal with it, but at the same time preparing himself to see more of them. He moved past the lady with the knives and into the building. He wasn't as lust-crazed for a fight as some of the people here were, but if he could have someone's back in this incursion, he would. If it meant they would live.

The air around him dropped severely, enough to give his comrades a chill. Another step towards being prepared. He didn't want to waste a second.

[konobakazaru]

This. Was. Awesome.

It had been way too long since Goku had seen some action around this place, a month or two at the very least. But, racing through the gap in the wall after everyone else and watching the mayhem taking place instantly brought back the adrenaline rush of battle. He grinned widely, gripping Nyoibou even tighter, and ran ahead.

...though, the robotic-looking dinosaur caused him to pause for a second. Had a bunch of Juke's inventions got loose or something? Either way, the kid that he so very much still was screamed and flailed at how cool a robot dinosaur was. The fighter, thankfully, remained in control. Couldn't get distracted in a potentially dangerous situation, he knew that firsthand. Something caused him to shiver, and he turned around, following close behind the rest of the group.