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]

Take care of him. I'm going after Fulbert. [ fred smashes out the remaining glass and clambers through the window with a nat 20 reflex save to not cut himself in the process. he just jumps through without touching a single edge. it's pretty damn impressive. ] He's sure as hell not getting away. [ yep. go alone, rambo. great plan. ]

[reallywicked]

Hey! [Faye backs up once the other girls show up to be useful and treat Miles' wounds. She's not on board for Fred taking off, though.] Wait up.

[Her reflex is only 12 so she doesn't look nearly as cool and probably hurts herself but w/e]

[cuivre]

[His shirt and chest are basically shredded. It's pretty bad, but he's also not gratuitously bleeding.

And since said shirt is shredded, he'll pull it off over his head and toss it aside.]

If it's quick and magical, go for it. We can't let them go on that far ahead without us.

[pathology]

Point. [she takes his request for ~quick and magical~ as a turning down of her assistance, and decides to (wordlessly) say fuck you to both t-diddle and miles and dash off after fred and faye. with a ref save of 20 total, she gracefully clambers out the window. BYE BITCHES.]

[godblessyou]

Don't worry, I've done this lots of times [bluff 20. She's... tried it? On herself? Sort of. She takes a deep breath and touches him. She's praying this works. And it does! 5 HP for you, yay!]

[nepotism]

[ the three of them burst out into the lobby, where the receptionist is now nowhere to be seen. fred glances out the window (spot 19) and curses under his breath ] He's getting in his car! [ he slams open the front door with both hands as they hear fulbert's engine start ]

[reallywicked]

[Faye runs out after Fred, seeing exactly where that jerk of a doctor has gone to (spot 22). She balls her hands into fists and mutters under her breath.]

Can't go far
Burst like stars

[No one said she was a poet okay. Basically she is casting Flare on his ass, hopefully filling the windshield with a really bright light and making him run into a pole or something :| (spell dc is 14)]

[cuivre]

[Yay hp!

Miles will then...book it toward the window as well, climbing out through the window and probably...reversing any help that healing spell just did by cutting himself on glass (reflex save 5)]

[nepotism]

[ miles takes one damage from the glass as he escapes, and faye's flare spell can't quite reach to where fulbert's car is. the scientist backs out of his spot and his tires squeal as he pulls out so fast that the back of the car fish tails a bit. ]

[pathology]

[astrid is in tow with fred and faye. you know, just watching fulbert get away ... so she attempts to do her part and shoot out one of his tires. (ranged atk 17; and dmg 9 if it hits.)]

[nepotism]

[ astrid's shot pops one of the back tires instantly and the car bucks again, then goes into a skid, spinning wildly. it comes to a stop at a 90 degree angle in the middle of the road. ] Hell yes!

[godblessyou]

[WOW MILES SHE IS NOT A HIGH LEVEL CLERIC HER ABILITY TO DO MORE HEALING THAN THAT IS LIMITED. She slides out of the window pretty slickly (reflex 19) and hurries over to the car.]

Where are your dinosaurs now, tough guy!

[nepotism]

[ fulbert looks dazed behind the wheel and fred scurries after taradiddle, gun in both hands to cover her approach. ] Nice and slow now, bucko. Come on out.

[reallywicked]

[Faye is just gonna slide on up to join the front lines, drawing her gun as she moves, because that spell didn't work. Shooting things had worked, though. Maybe she will just do that some more.

Well, not right now. But she's ready for that if need be.]

[cuivre]

[He was insulting himself, tiny healer, not you. He's just clearly made to get his ass kicked.

He joins the others approaching fulburt, ready to help subdue him if needed.]

[pathology]

[SHE DID IT, Y'ALL. SHE CAN'T SHOOT A DINOSAUR AT POINT BLANK BUT SHE CAN STOP A MOVING VEHICLE. she's giving herself a gold star. later. right now she's just joining the brigade, gun still out and pointed.]

/init

[nepotism]

[ the door opens... and fulbert comes out, both hands raised, an expression of defeat on his face. fred keeps a gun on him. ] That's right, nice and easy.

We're just gonna have a little chat, Dr. Frankenstein, that's all.

[reallywicked]

Like hell that's all. [Faye mutters to Fred.]

[nepotism]

Outta the road. C'mon. [ he gestures for him to follow the rest off to the side of the street. ]

[godblessyou]

And if you don't behave, we'll see how you like it when something tries to eat you. [Intimidate 10. She's more grumpy than actually trying to get him to comply. She doesn't have anything to eat him anyway.]

[nepotism]

[ "Alright, alright, I'll-- I'll tell you anything you want to know." he doesn't seem really afraid of you, tdiddle, sorry. but he's willing to talk. ]

[reallywicked]

Let's start with... Why the hell are you growing dinosaurs?

[nepotism]

[ he yanks off his glasses, wiping them on his shirt.

"I was developing them on a government grant, for the military. I managed to grew several deinonychus embryos to maturity, although I had expected them, based on the age of the DNA and the techniques we were employing, to be alive but, well, brain dead, subjects for careful, orderly study. I-- don't know what happened. Perhaps some miscalculation..." ]

[pathology]

Oh, please. You wanted them to be mentally alive. You wouldn't just bioengineer vegetable dinosaurs, that's bullshit. [she is basing this off the way he was jizzing about how awesum dinosaurs were earlier and HOW LAME THAT WOULD BE COME ON.]

[nepotism]

[

fulbert shifts a bit. "Well, the plan involved eventually creating subservient, thinking creatures to serve as... as military weapons, yes, but we wanted a chance to study them first, to find ways to control them." he shakes his head. "But these creatures exhibited all the cunning of their prehistoric ancestors. Once they reached full size, three of them awakened and smashed their way out of their growth containers. I managed to evade them, but I couldn't stop them from escaping."

fred's expression is hard, as he glances at the others. ] And now they're hungry, and out there looking for fast food.

[ fulbert puts his glasses back on, hand shaking. "I- I've managed to locate them, using a tracking device keyed to the implants placed in their bodies. I already made efforts to recapture them, but-- they became enraged at my intrusion and attacked. I barely escaped with my life." he pales, looking desperate, and on the brink of sanity. "I was hoping to take care of this by myself. If I'm caught, they'll not only send me to prison for endangering innocent lives, but my work-- will have all been for nothing. I was hoping to be able to recapture them, to continue my research, but now..." his shoulders slump in defeat. "I know that's an impossible dream. So I was doing what I could to lie low, in hopes no one would make the connection." he averts his eyes to the ground, ashamed. ]