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[everyredcent]

WHO || Christos, Amy, Sebastian, The Doctor [Closed]
WHAT || The Knights assist the FBI in investigating some mysterious creatures
WHERE ||Tennessee
WHEN || April 2nd [back dated]
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.

While scams about genetically modified corn wouldn't normally fall under the purview of the Knights, the US Federal Bureau of Investigation has called in assistance from Wynn because of reports of the two agents investigating the matter running into some sort of Shadowkind that attacked them at the silos containing the corn in question.

The Knights fly out to Tennessee to check out the situation, and Christos drives them directly towards the silos in question, which are three lonely, old looking structures set in the middle of a field far away from any other civilization.

Comments

[opprobrium]

[ Sebastian stepped out next, looking around with a bit not as put off by the nothingness as one might expect. He pulled his cigarettes out and started to place one between his lips and spoke past it.]

Hell if I know, but hey, we might be able to see the stars.

[bowtimeandspace]

[ The Doctor is mostly disappointed he hasn't been given that FBI jacket yet. ]

Right we are then. America! Shouldn't there be flags? They do like their flags, don't they.

[everyredcent]

[ ignoring y'all, christos frowns up at the silos, watching for any signs of movement and seeing none. ] Whatever was here may have simply been some sort of scavenger. It's possible we won't run into anything, but regardless, have your wits about you. [ his brisk tone makes it clear he... expects y'all to need a reminder of that. ]

[keptbiting]

[ grabbing her knapsack, she slings it over one shoulder. ] Come on then. Doctor, can you check to see if anything is around with the sonic?

[bowtimeandspace]

Oh, wits, yes!

[ he makes a show of checking his pockets. ] Pond, did you pack your wits?

[ he gives her a grin and pulls his sonic out, tossing it once. ]

Could do, yeah. Depends what we're looking for though, hard to narrow it down otherwise. It'll just find stuff.

[keptbiting]

Nope. [ no wits. ] Try sonicking for, like, reptile blokes.

[bowtimeandspace]

Oh yeah, course, I'll just use the reptile bloke setting shall I?

[ there isn't one, Pond. Gosh. ]

[opprobrium]

[ He listened to the other two talk totally lost. He went on and lit the cigarette keeping a few steps back from the rest.]

[keptbiting]

Has it got any settings? It doesn't even work on wood! What sort of rubbish alien crap is that? Scan for non-human lifeforms, y'numpty.

[ as if... she is not... currently surrounded by non-human lifeforms. :D ]

[everyredcent]

If the ground isn't too frozen for it, reptilian creatures should leave very distinctive tracks, one way or another. [ so survival or search checks might help ]

[keptbiting]

[ crouching down, amy tries to suss out some tracks, but with a 4 for both... this is what happens when you bring a baby level one on a mission. maybe she finds a dormouse instead. ] No one got a proper sketch of 'em did they, because I can't help imagining the thing in From Hell It Came.

[bowtimeandspace]

[ The Doctor tries to have a look too, scanning his eyes across the terrain (spot 15) ]

[everyredcent]

A question for the agents, I imagine. [ not him :| his check wasn't much better tbh so they sort of pace around outside the silos for a bit, but so far no one sees anything to indicate anything unusual has passed through here ]

[opprobrium]

[ Sebastian was looking, mostly as an excuse to smoke and not be too close to the others in case they were against that kind of thing. (search 18) ]

[bowtimeandspace]

Right we are then, the old fashioned way it is. Pond? Get looking.

[ And he does too, getting to business and having a good look for anything that might be a bit different (search 34) ]

[keptbiting]

I am looking! And I'm not finding anything! Why don't you lot keep looking and I'll go frisk the FBI. [ SOUNDS LIKE A PLAN TBH. ]

[everyredcent]

[ what the doctor would discover that's perhaps more strange than anything else is that there is literally no sign at all of any intruders. a few regular shoe prints here and there seem to correspond with some comings and goings, but there's no marks of non-humans, no clues, nothing to indicate anything was amiss. ]

You won't have to look far. [ an unmarked black car is pulling up to park behind their own vehicle even now. ] That must be them.

[opprobrium]

[ Sebastian arched a brow. He had been expecting something more of the FBI. Sad.]

[keptbiting]

[ meanwhile, never one to say no to something new and exciting, amy lopes over to the fbi like a wild ginger gazelle. gotta use those long legs for something. ]

Hello Agents. [ that's what they're called in real life, right? OF COURSE. she sticks out her hand to shake with whomever winds up being closest to her. ] I'm Amy Pond of the Karther Institute.

[agentspooky]

[ ♬ materia primoris - mark snow

out of the driver's seat unfolds a man in a dark suit, with dark brown hair, hazel eyes and what might be model-like features if it were for his big nose (god love him). the passenger is a dark haired, long-legged woman with a somewhat severe aspect.

amy's hand is already extended in front of his chest by the time he straightens up, which draws a little smirk out of the agent. he gives her hand a warm clasp, digging into his coat to pull out a badge with the other. ] Agent Mulder, FBI. [ he nods sideways across the car at the woman. ] This is my partner, Agent Fowley.

[keptbiting]

[ because it's amy, of all people, she finds the nose handsome and endearing. she smiles widely between the two agents, probably more effusive toward mulder, but literally no one is surprised. ]

I was expecting those little blue jackets. [ hard to tell if she is disappointed or not as she pulls her hand back to shake with fowley. ]

[believethelie]

[ fowley's grip is more crisp and business-like, as she glances across the lot of them, barely concealing her surprise at their own casual appearance. ] I suppose that makes two of us who had misplaced expectations.

We were told your Institute specializes in identifying and contacting Shadowkind species. I can assure you that whatever attacked Agent Mulder and myself was definitely not of this world.

[bowtimeandspace]

[ Look at this Oscar worthy faux shock on the Doctor's face. Only nah, he's barely trying. ]

What you mean aliens? Blimey.

[ Nudge nudge, Pond, did you hear that? ]

[agentspooky]

I think what Agent Fowley was referring to was beings from another dimension. [ a beat, as he casts an amused glance at the other agent ] Non-human Shadowkind.

[keptbiting]

[ are you insinuating that flannel isn't fbi chic? SOMEONE TELL WILL GRAHAM. amy smirks at the doctor's nudge,but aliens are old hat okay. she had one living in her house for twelve years. ]

We do. Specialize, that is. This is Doctor John Smith, you can call him Doctor. Mssrs La Krail and Trevethor, security and containment specialists. [ casually bullshits. (bluff 24) but it's also probably pretty accurate. ]

But since you're our eyewitnesses, maybe you could give us a better description than the little we were given?