When we die, we will die with our arms unbound

[dragonspeak]

Who: The Rocket HQ raid crew (add your own tags to the log when you tag in!!)
Where: Team Rocket HQ in Mahogany
When: 11/17, Morning
Summary: After meeting and scouting for the last two days, the group is finally ready to take action and sneak into the Headquarters.
Rating: Pg 13?
Log:

Though they had decided the raid would not begin until late morning, Merlin--and many others, he suspects--had been up since before sunrise, the tension thrumming through his body making it difficult for him to continue sleeping. So, he settled for watching the headquarters from afar, eyes sharp but expression clouded in thought.Thankfully for them, it looks like the frenzied activity that Lightning and Ventus had mentioned to him last week had died down somewhat.

"Right," Merlin says, addressing the fairly large group of people, stepping forward and slipping his dark green glasses on as he does so. Though he sees movement from the corner of his eyes, he doesn't realise Souji is doing the exact same thing behind him. "Looks like there actually aren't that many Rockets around today. That's good news for us, and lucky. The less of them around, the more easily we can find what we're looking for without running into trouble."

"Everyone knows what to do--stick together, don't try running off on your own. The last group that was here ran into plenty of traps, and we don't want any of us getting caught and left behind." He nods at everyone. "Okay. Let's go."



(OOC: Also, don't forget to refer to this post if you need to check the information!)

Comments

[serpensrex.livejournal.com]

[Instead of looking around the building, Cobra’s inspecting one of the Persian statues. He remembers being warned about sneaking past them before, but there has to be a way to use these against everyone else.]

What's with this thing?

[He continues poking and prodding at the statue. There has to be some way to trigger it.]

[meatysoviet.livejournal.com]

[There was little answer other than the hideously high pitched screeching coming from the small bundle of fur now only a few feet away from the statues that littered the corridor. The sound was a signal, not just an offense on the senses, and the owner of the Munchlax made himself known shortly after the blast of sound.

When in doubt use Screech.]

[serpensrex.livejournal.com]

[The Commander backed away from the statue, thinking that the noise meant he had successfully activated it. However, once he noticed the noise was coming from somewhere else, he covered his ears and began screaming in that direction.]

What are you doing? Stop that right now! Can’t you see I’m busy here?