Sniping the twenty-eighth target.
[action in the Underground]
[There's an open plaza about a block down from the warehouse, and yesterday, while the rest of the City was busy with its descent into another random mess of curses, a loose coalition of the Underground's other denizens took it over. The group doesn't seem to have more than two or three of any given kind of monster, but the variety means it's quite a lot of them.
Or it was, anyway; since morning something has been patiently thinning the ranks. Every few minutes, a shot rings out. Most of the time, one of the monsters goes down promptly thereafter. Whoever's doing it, their aim is better than fair, but not perfect. They're going to run out of targets soon, though.
The very observant might notice that one of the top windows of the warehouse is slightly open. The less observant, on the other hand, might stumble across the shooter while already in the warehouse. He might well not notice; he is quite literally blind to everything outside of his rifle's sights.
Lockon is in an amazingly bad mood.]
[OOC: Aftermath of this thread from yesterday. Open action for anyone who might be hanging around in the Underground (progressing to voice for anyone who gets too close to the shooting and needs to be warned) or the warehouse there. He'll hide if he sees someone from his cast approaching, but other than that, anything's good.]
[There's an open plaza about a block down from the warehouse, and yesterday, while the rest of the City was busy with its descent into another random mess of curses, a loose coalition of the Underground's other denizens took it over. The group doesn't seem to have more than two or three of any given kind of monster, but the variety means it's quite a lot of them.
Or it was, anyway; since morning something has been patiently thinning the ranks. Every few minutes, a shot rings out. Most of the time, one of the monsters goes down promptly thereafter. Whoever's doing it, their aim is better than fair, but not perfect. They're going to run out of targets soon, though.
The very observant might notice that one of the top windows of the warehouse is slightly open. The less observant, on the other hand, might stumble across the shooter while already in the warehouse. He might well not notice; he is quite literally blind to everything outside of his rifle's sights.
Lockon is in an amazingly bad mood.]
[OOC: Aftermath of this thread from yesterday. Open action for anyone who might be hanging around in the Underground (progressing to voice for anyone who gets too close to the shooting and needs to be warned) or the warehouse there. He'll hide if he sees someone from his cast approaching, but other than that, anything's good.]