NIIIIGHTFALLLLL [closed]

[saltybirds]

Characters: Anyone who signed up for the Victoria II plot!
Content: TACTICAL PRINCE-RESCUING ACTION
Setting: The outskirts of Calvacade, where The Manifesto is being held.
Time: The night before the execution
Warnings: Possible violence, swearing, and so on.
Notes: Instead of starting on the ship itself, the characters will be starting from outside

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TEAM RIP AND TEAR

[karmauberalles]

von Karma was, for once, not dressed in an incredibly loud outfit. He'd been nagged into wearing something that... well... actually blended in with his surroundings. Of course, this translated into him wearing basically the same outfit, except the darker elements were black and the lighter elements were gray. While he still had a cravat, it was gray and had no brooch.

He stopped a few yards away from the bow of the ship and tapped his foot impatiently; he wanted to get this over with as quickly and efficiently as possible.

\o\

[mayovice]

von Karma didn't have to wait too long; in a minute or so, Hijikata had arrived on the scene as well, sword at his hip and in his usual nondescript uniform. To be honest, it was a little intimidating to be working alongside with the captain... while working with Edgeworth could get him off some of the things he did, working with the Admiral was a whole different ball game altogether. Not that he minded too much, but it was just a bit frustrating that he couldn't really let loose like usual.

Ensuring that he didn't make any sounds to alert whatever guards that might be lurking about (it was always better to be safe than sorry), the boatswain made his way up to the captain, saluting him once he was within earshot. "Sir."

[son_of_the_lake]

Hisoka slid out of the trees, right after Hijikata. He was in black twill cargo pants and big loose vest with an old black t-shirt underneath. He could have been a dock worker or one of those scrawny, vaugely shady seamen with suspect papers who are found looking for work in every port in Vohemar. He had a knife in his boot and a pistol inside the vest, just in case...though he hoped not to use either. He had also hidden a cache of weapons back in the trees, along the route he thought it was most likely they would take on their return trip.

"Admiral, Major," he said, very softly.

[karmauberalles]

"It took you both long enough," said von Karma, which he likely would have said even if they'd been a second behind him. He didn't sound particularly vitriolic, although he did sound quite terse. He wasn't worried about this. They were obviously going to rescue the prince and ensure that the pirates were hanged.

...of course, that was possibly putting too much faith in humanity at large. He'd also chosen one of the newer crew members to back him up, mostly because he knew that he was competent enough to make up for a complete unknown in a team. The boy didn't quite look promising, though, mostly due to being rather wispy. If there was going to be any heavy lifting, he and Hijikata would have to make up for that.

He procured a grappling hook from within his jacket before speaking again.

"I'm going to need one of you to scout out the layout of the deck before I use this. It's no use trying to be stealthy if the pirates notice us climbing onto the deck."

Team What Did I Do to Deserve This

[edge_of_honor]

Edgeworth waited in the dark of the forest, waiting for Katsura's arrival. Their plan was ...it was more ridiculous than he wanted to admit, but it had merit. The Lieutenant Commander proposed that they infiltrate while disguised as members of the crew, and despite how absurd it sounded, Edgeworth realized that it could work. It would make them stand out far less than a military uniform, for one, and allow them to blend in discretely and unseen. So long as they were subtle and sensible, the mission would be a success.

...now if only he would actually get here. Edgeworth glowered at the darkness, and looked back down at the grappling hooks he brought with him. He swore, if he was so much as a minute late, his pay would be cut so low he would make the most austere monk look like an Erealian lord.

[notabomber]

Katsura managed to arrive at the rendezvous point more or less on time, though he looked as if he'd been slapped in the face by a few tree branches on the way. He had over his shoulder a nondescript brown sack, which he set down when he reached the spot where Edgeworth was waiting.

"Commander." He inclined his head slightly by way of greeting before he set about the business of pulling the disguises from the sack. It was possible that in some fantasy world, they did resemble the garb of your average pirate. That place, however, was not anywhere near the reality they currently inhabited. Not that Katsura seemed to think there was anything wrong with the black, yellow, and red coat he pulled on after divesting himself of his uniform jacket.

[edge_of_honor]

"Lieutenant Commander," he nodded back. Now that he was finally here, Edgeworth took a look at the outfits he brought. It would be a simple shirt and pair of trousers, no doubt, something suitable for the hard work on board a ship-

...it wasn't. Edgeworth stared blankly at the gaudy monstrosity, before his look hardened.

"Katsura?" he asked, his voice low and dark. "What is that?"

[notabomber]

Katsura finished tugging on the jacket and reached down for an eye-patch that was emblazoned with the stereotypical skull and crossbones. "Sir?" He fixed Edgeworth with a somewhat confused look. "The disguises, sir. I thought we'd agreed that it would be easier to infiltrate the ship if we didn't resemble Ivonian military."

The Commander had always struck him as a smart man; it was hard to imagine he could have forgotten about such an essential part of their plan.

Team Shota Protection

[dragon_radiance]

Unlike the Admiral, Flynn had not needed any prompting to dress down from his bright blues and silvers. in fact, what he came dressed in could have easily been stolen from Yuri's closet. All loose blacks and leather boots, his sword tucked away on his back and shield left behind. It'd just make too much noise. He'd even gotten a hold of a black wool cap to hide his blazing yellow hair.

Instead of a Knight on a rescue mission, he honestly looked like he was out to mug someone. Yuri would be proud.

"Lord Larsa, Matsumoto." He whispered, peeking out at the bright red ship and hunting down the entrance to the cargo bay with his eyes.

[prodigyheir]

The small boy whose name had been borrowed for their hypothetical team name was close by Flynn's side, quiet and pensive. He, too, was dressed down, but not to appear like a mugger, only just as inconspicuous. His clothes would easily give him away as a noble with its fine fabric and detailing, and so Larsa searched for the least obvious and colorful clothes in his wardrobe.

Unfortunately, he was a bit lacking in that department, and had to borrow something from the blond man next to him. Of course, this ended up being a black sweater that hung past his fingers and hips almost like a dress, and he looked, if possible, even more like a girl with his tight black pants and plain boots.

He looked up to Flynn quietly, awaiting an order.

/skipping Rangiku for now, hop in whenever yer ready!

[dragon_radiance]

Flynn looked down at the little noble, looking slightly off-guard. He honestly didn't think this was wise, having the boy with them at all. But since Larsa had insisted, he would do anything in his power to keep him safe.

He wouldn't fail again.

"I'll take point once we get there. Larsa, please stay between myself and Matsumoto at all times. No exceptions." His voice was calm and even, though there was a thread of command in it. They would have to be quick and brutal. No time to worry about Larsa's safety or constant location.

He finished with a nod, looking back and forth, then up, to make sure there were no guards. He gestured first Masumoto, then Larsa forward, towards the bay doors. "Stay low, don't make a sound."

[prodigyheir]

"Understood," Larsa murmured, nodding once. He was aware that no one was happy about his decision to come, but there was no one with the authority to stop him regardless. This was his call. Erealia was his home, and despite his age, he was skilled with a sword, which was strapped to his side. If something went wrong, he would be prepared.

But he'd listen to every order to prevent himself from getting snatched, as well.