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]

[ after about a hundred yards, the tunnel begins to turn every fifty yards or so. a wisdom check of 15+ reveals that these jogs are directing the tunnel downhill, which is probably why the water sounds as though it's moving faster up ahead. there's also a serious undertow that picks up as they go, so they have to make a swim check (DC 15) to keep their head above water. sorry tdiddle but that DC is 20 for you. immediately after the first turn, fred looks like he's about to half trip and he manages to catch himself, bobbing along, but saying over his shoulder: ] The ground dropped out! Careful. [ there's about a ten foot pit that they have to cross, and they'll either have to make the swim check or make a reflex save 15+ otherwise u r drowning sry 2 say]

[godblessyou]

[TARADIDDLE MADE A NAT 20 SWIM CHECK. She's a fucking fish apparently.] It's not so bad!

[reallywicked]

[Faye follow after T-Diddle and... crit fails her swim check, which negates her ability to make a reflex save so apparently if she knew how to swim before the Veil, that knowledge was taken with the rest of her memories.

brb drowning.]

[cuivre]

Shit!

[Miles is right behind Faye, so when he sees her go down, he dives in after her. He's coming for you gurl, hoping to be able to grab hold of her and drag her to the surface.(swim 19, str 21)]

[pathology]

[ WELL SOMEONE MIGHT WANT TO SAVE ASTRID TOO BECAUSE SHE IS PART OF THE STRUGGLE. the struggle is real. in following after miles like she's gonna be a big damn hero and save faye, what does she do? drown motherfucker. (swim 9) ]

[nepotism]

[ as miles drags faye up, fred dives in for astrid, yanking her with (str 18), and they all make it across the pit, and out of risk of sinking. ] Jesus. Everybody okay?

[pathology]

[she coughs up some water, feeling hella sexy rn.] This is so gross. Everything is horrible.

[nepotism]

[ fred glances down the sewer, to where it cuts a sharp left ahead. ] I don't think it's gonna get any better, in terms of the sewer levels. [ he grimaces ] At this rate, we're going to have this fight on their terms... and it's gonna be fighting the tide the whole way. I don't think I like those odds, especially versus three of 'em, when we saw what just one did.

[godblessyou]

So what do we do? [T-diddle might've made the swim easily, but she's still grimacing at the muck.] Cause I'm assuming letting them go on their happy dinosaur way isn't gonna be the answer.

[reallywicked]

If we knew where they were going we could get the hell out of here and just cut them off. What do crazy test tube dinosaurs want in a sewer anyway?

[cuivre]

Kind of hard to check where they're heading in this muck.

[But they could head back out and take a look at the locator again.]

[nepotism]

I'm not sure that locator's gonna tell us much. They seemed pretty stationary.

[pathology]

Maybe stationary means dead now. Means we also don't have to keep sewer-crawling. [s-so hopeful.]

[reallywicked]

I vote for less sewer anything.

[godblessyou]

Yes, please! [Says the one who's quite literally in this muck over her head.]

[nepotism]

We can't risk it. There have to be several different ways out of these sewers and we can't cover them all. They've probably made a lair down here. [ he slogs forward, to round the next bend. ] It doesn't look anymore than knee-high around here.

[godblessyou]

Knee-high for humans. [Grumble grumble SOME OF US ARE PRACTICALLY KNEE-HIGH OURSELVES CHECK YOUR HEIGHT PRIVILEGE.]

[pathology]

Did anyone bring a raw steak we could lure them out with?

[cuivre]

You can ride on my shoulders if you want, munchkin.

[Rude, Miles. He glances at Astrid.]

My chest is still practically raw steak at this point. Probably the closest thing you've got at any rate.

[And probably hella infected now bc sewers. Ew.]

[godblessyou]

I'm a gnome, not a munchkin. I do not belong to the Lollipop Guild. [Apparently she's been in the world long enough to make pop culture references and get annoyed.] Does the tracking thing at least say we're getting close?

[nepotism]

Just one more turn. [ let's establish marching order bitches. ] I'll take the lead.

[pathology]

I'll stay back with raw meat chest, in case he starts bleeding out or something.

[reallywicked]

[Faye points to T Diddle.]

If she gets behind any of us, she's not going to see anything coming.

[godblessyou]

Also the most bite sized! And, you know, not a fighter! I'm more ok with not seeing things than getting eaten!

[cuivre]

Then stay back here with us.

[He nods to Fred.]

Let's do this.