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]

I'm fine, promise. What about you? [ he gives faye a concerned once-over, because that dinosaur came at her pretty hard, and then nods to miles and then to the still breathing dinosaur ] You wanna...?

[cuivre]

[Yeah, don't mind the guy over here that has like...2 hp left. He's totally being a dude about it.]

Fine. Fine. I'd rather just...get the hell out of this sewer if that's cool.

[Dude this shit is totally going to get infected.]

[nepotism]

Actually, I meant- never mind, I got it. [ he winces a bit as he lofts his sword again, and then drops the blade through the last dinosaurs brain. ] I could do without running into Jurassic Park 2 down the line.

[reallywicked]

[Fred, that is somehow gross and sexy all at once. Good job.]

Someone can patch me up when we're out of this actual shit fest. [Because yeah, she could use a heal spell or two. But she doesn't want to hang out in this sewer any longer than she has to. She looks at Astrid and T-Diddle.] Please.

[pathology]

[astrid agrees with those brackets ok faye.] Yeah, sure. Maybe we can find someplace with showers, too ...

[nepotism]

We should head back and figure out what we're going to do with Fulbert and his research, too.

[reallywicked]

Oh, right. That guy. Almost forgot about him.

[godblessyou]

I'd suggest feeding him to the dinosaurs as a nice karma thing, but... [She glances around at the dead dinos.] Kinda too late.

[nepotism]

Not to mention I really don't think the guy deserves to die for what he did. It's not like he was siccing the things on people.

[cuivre]

Except us.

[Bitter? Naaaaaaaw. He likes having his chest slashed to ribbons nbd.]

[pathology]

Yeah, but ... [she's kind of on team fulbert sry.] He was just ... really into dinosaurs. [shrug.] We did kind of threaten him and stuff.

[nepotism]

We can always grab his research and make sure it doesn't wind up in the wrong hands.

[cuivre]

I'm down with any plan that involves no more dinosaurs. Ever.

[godblessyou]

But it's probably still in his head! He might try again!

[pathology]

Yeah, he can bargain with cigarettes until he gets enough shit for a chemistry set in prison. It'll take like fifty years. Have you seen Shawshank?

[nepotism]

I think prison will be good for him.

[godblessyou]

I'm not sure what a Shawshank is, but if you say so. Just don't come to me if he escapes and makes more dinosaurs. I'm out. Someone else can swim through the dino sewers next time.

[cuivre]

Yeah yeah, we can't just straight up kill the guy. [He was just peeved.] I'm still all for getting the hell out of this sewer asap, though.

[reallywicked]

[less talking, more walking people!]

How much time do you even get for illegal dinosaur growing?

[nepotism]

Life, probably. We'll leave that for the police to decide. C'mon. Let's go get cleaned up.