london ♔ see how fast they fall apart

[nepotism]

♬ biting down - lorde

WHO || Fred Jr., Faye, Astrid, Taradiddle, Miles [Closed]
WHAT || CSI: London
WHERE || London, England
WHEN || Jan 12th, shortly before 4pm [forwarddated]
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.

The murder the Knights are sent to investigate took place in an abandoned warehouse, near the largest highway in London. The aging and dilapidated structure is covered with graffiti and bits of rusting metal.

Squad cars and emergency vehicles have surrounded the building. Outside the main entrance, police officers are questioning a small crowd of people when the Knights arrive.

Fred parks the car, and looks across through the passenger window.

"Must be the place. Let's roll."

Comments

[nepotism]

[ behind the barrels is a cranny that looks wide enough for a human to barely squeeze through... the whimpering is definitely coming from in there but it's obscured by some barrels.

two of the police come to hoist up the body bag, as the other picks up the bag of gear. ]

"Good luck. Send us anything you come up with." [ as the police start to walk away, fred notices something glinting on the ground (spot nat 20!!) where the bag had been lying. he waits until the officers' backs are turned, before picking it up and concealing it in his hand casually as they head out. ]

[reallywicked]

[Faye doesn't spot the same glinting but she sure notices Fred's interest in the ground and the way he snatches something up (spot 18). She checks that the police are still distracted before joining him to walk away from the officers.]

What'd you find?

[nepotism]

[ fred flips it over in his hand, revealing a small white metal tag, that seems to be part of a collar. there's an inscription on it, which fred reads aloud. ] 'Hilberger Tech-X 433.'

[ his hand closes over it again. ] Seems as good a place as any to start.

[reallywicked]

I'm wondering who the hell had a tip about this going down. Maybe the two are connected. [She gives a shrug.]

[godblessyou]

[Taradiddle isn't stupid. She knows that going into a tiny cranny alone with something that is quite likely a deadly beast is not a good idea. She knows this is probably the killer monster thing they're all looking for.

So she draws her gnomish hammer before climbing behind the barrels.

Look, the others sounded pretty much like they want to kill it, and T-Diddle's not sure that's the best plan. It sounds injured, after all, and she's a cleric. Healing things is her whole job.]

[nepotism]

Maybe. Or maybe it was just someone in the wrong place at the wrong time.

[ behind the barrels, a human in a denim jacket with punk patches sewn on it lies huddled on the floor in a fetal position, shuddering wildly. he doesn't look up, just continues making a low whimpering noise. ]

[reallywicked]

Your optimism is adorable. [She looks back at the othesr and sighs.] Guess it's time to get our hands dirty, hm?

[cuivre]

[Miles has, meanwhile, been wandering around the area, and notices that a certain someone still hasn't gotten back yet. (Wisdom 19)]

Where's the Munchkin?

[Miles that is...probably rude. /cough]

[godblessyou]

[The munchkin, meanwhile, crouches by the human.]

Hey. Hey, it's okay. You're safe now. [Diplomacy 15.] Are you injured? I'm a cleric. I can help.

[nepotism]

[ fred looks around frowning ] She was right here, wasn't she? [ crit fail.............


suddenly, the punk tdiddle is talking to snaps an arm out that was held close to his chest - and there's a pistol in it, that he aims right at her as he shouts: ] "GET AWAY FROM ME!" [ listen checks of 10+ can hear that, so fred's head snaps up. ] What the-- [ but the punk doesn't wait, firing a shot (atk 7) that goes right through the wall above tdiddle's head. ]

[reallywicked]

[Oh, NOW Faye's listening (listen 22).]

Who the fuck is that? [So helpful.]

[cuivre]

[And he got a listen of 10. Nice one, Miles, barely hearing that gunshot.]

Clearly these cops didn't clear this place out very well.

[godblessyou]

[Andie falls back a step, then scowls at the man.] That was rude! I'm trying to help you, dammit! [And to show how annoyed she is with his unwillingness to be helped, she kicks him (atk 21, dmg 9).] Now, let me heal you!

[nepotism]

[ with a scowl he rolls over and throws all his weight at the barrels (str 21), and they topple over into the warehouse. faye, astrid, and miles have to make reflex saves (DC 15) or take 10 damage as they get smacked with a barrel. fred easily jumps back (ref 22), annnnd now we'll kick in init. everyone can now see the punk behind the barrels with tdiddle. he draws his gun and aims it at the guy, shouting: ] What the hell, Tara?

[reallywicked]

[Faye jumps out of the way of the barrels (reflex 18) and joins Fred in the gun drawing. She's been practicing with Emma, so she might as well use it outside of the shooting range, right? She looks extremely pissed off at those dirty ass barrels being hurled in her direction.]

Get. Over. Here. [She says to this weird guy (???) in a harsh, dangerous tone (intimidate 19)]

[nepotism]

[ the guy scrabbles to his feet, using the wall as support, knees knocking together, his eyes wild. faye, and anyone else who hits a sense motive 15+, would recognize that the guy is in shock, and not acting normally, as he swings his gun wildly from one possible target to the next. ]

"Stay back! Stay back!! I'll shoot, so help me God!" [ as if to prove his point (again), he puts both hands on the barrel and fires the gun up at the ceiling. ]

[cuivre]

[Miles lifts his hands in the air in a surrender gesture, because this guy is clearly not in his right mind at the moment, having gone through an ordeal (sense motive 16).]

Relax, man, we're just here to figure out what happened. You're safe now. Everyone else, just chill.

[Diplomacy 18]

[nepotism]

[ miles' words seem to get through to him, sort of, but he swings his gun at tdiddle again, appearing to remember that she hit him and looking suspicious. but he doesn't fire. ]

[godblessyou]

[Oh yay this is working. Taradiddle scuttles away because she'd rather not get shot at. Again.]

Right. We're here to help!

[Despite the kicking.... diplomacy 10. At least she's probably not making things worse.]

[nepotism]

Shut up! Tell her to shut up! [ wow no he really doesn't like you, tdiddle :C ]

[pathology]

[it took like 3 action points but astrid managed to dodge that bullet barrel (ref save 21) and has now bounded over to the thick of the situation. ]

[to t-diddle:] Shut up! [and then] Why does she need to shut up? What's your damage?

[nepotism]

[ the guy rubs a hand across his face wildly, and seems to have a facial tic. ]

"You got no idea! NO IDEA WHAT I SEEN!"

[ fred holds up a hand, lowering his weapon down onto the ground slowly ] Hey, hey, let's all just chill out like Miles said and talk about it, ok? We aren't here to hurt you. [ (diplomacy 9) but the guy flinches as fred moves to lower the gun and he seems unable to even comprehend his words, too busy watching his movements like a hawk. ]

[cuivre]

You're right. We don't know what you saw. But we're here to make sure whatever you did see doesn't happen again, alright?

[Diplomacy 15 while he continues to hold still.]

[reallywicked]

[Faye rolls her eyes and lowers her gun. Twitchy McTwitchface is just pissing her off at this point. There's a nagging tingle at the back of her mind, which is how new spells seem to manifest for her. She frowns and looks at her hands, expecting a fireball or something. So far, those have been the majority of her spells, after all.

She'll just be over here trying to figure THAT out for now.]

[nepotism]

[ the punk stares at them for another long moment, before putting both hands to his face and sinking to his knees. he lets the gun drop, collapsing into a wreck of emotion as he starts shaking and crying. ]

Whoa, it's ok, man. Take a moment. You got a name?

[ through his shaking, he manages to get out: ] D-Desmond.