route_1065 | A menagerie of the tragedy that I've caused

Who: Solf J Kimblee (

sadisticwarfare), and anyone in the Ecruteak area who wants to engage them – OPEN LOG, don't forget to do the thing and tag yourself in!
Where: Ecruteak City
When: Forward-dated; morning of November 14, 2014
Summary: They've declared war.
Rating: PG-13 or thereabouts. ...Look, if this goes badly, it's basically going to be MICHAEL BAY PRESENTS: THE LOG.
Log:

It's a lovely day out.

While the last attack had been delayed by too much snow to be pleasant, it seems that the weather is with him today; the sun has been out and the temperatures high for the season, and overall, he finds that he can't complain.

The bombs have been set. The residents of Ecruteak have "forgotten." And unlike the hotel room he was holed up in last time, the room he's in is very, very dark.

It's not to say that there's no light; the device in his hand is offering a light ambient glow from the numbers adorning its face. There are a few of them; he allows his fingers to trail over them idly while he waits. Exactly what he's waiting for is a little difficult to say; perhaps it's just a matter of dramatic timing.

Some of those numbers are pressed down after a while, codes of some sort. He pauses for a moment; catches his breath.

Clicks the red switch at the top.

Hopefully no one was particularly close to the museum, as that explosion is going to be a nice one. Not enough to take the building down, mind you, but more than enough to take out a good portion of it. (Sorry about the lawns on those houses nearby, by the way; they're going to be looking a little rough after the fact.)

He closes his eyes once it's done, a light smile crossing his features underneath the hooded mask; it's been a while since he's done this, but the sound is just as beautiful to him as it always is.

Let's begin.

[OOC: Notes on how to play are here! If you have any questions, feel free to throw a comment on that post and I'll get to it ASAP.

Right now, the goal is to pick a location within the city - and literally any of the major landmarks are fair game - put it in your top-level, and we'll lead you from there!]

[OOC PART II: Here's your progress tracker, guys.

Bomb 1 - museum: DETONATED
Bomb 2 - location currently unknown: STILL ACTIVE
Bomb 3 - location currently unknown: STILL ACTIVE
Bomb 4 - pokémon center: NEUTRALIZED
Bomb 5 - location currently unknown: STILL ACTIVE
Bomb 6 - outdoor soundstage: DETONATED
Bomb 7 - bell tower: STILL ACTIVE
Bomb 8 - location currently unknown: STILL ACTIVE

You've got your work cut out for you, Hero Squad. Godspeed. :|b ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Having packed up and left Goldenrod as soon he'd seen that text on the network, Yusuke here has been in Ecruteak for a few days now. He's been using his time productively, for the most part - scouting the area, asking the locals if they've seen or heard anything strange. But despite his efforts, he hasn't seen or heard anything that would tip him off to where the explosives or the person that planted them might be hiding. So much for trying to get a jump on the bad guy.

Yusuke wouldn't normally be out and about this early in the morning, given his propensity for staying up as late past midnight as he can humanly manage, but with the impending threat of disaster lurking on the horizon and zero ideas as to where or when said disaster would strike, he can't very well sleep in like he usually does. So after squeezing in a few restless, unsatisfying hours of shut-eye, Yusuke throws some clothes on, guzzles down a cup of truly atrocious hotel coffee, then heads out the door, with four Pokeballs on his belt and an Altaria and a Mightyena at his side.

The city outside is quiet and still - peaceful, like the calm before the storm. Yusuke doesn't know if it's the caffeine or if it's the anticipation that's getting to him, but he finds himself feeling a little jumpy as he's heading down the road. He's maintaining his composure pretty well, though, in spite of that; after all, this isn't the first time in his life he's been faced with precarious circumstances, and besides, he's got a plan. That plan: to check out places he hasn't yet visited and see if the people there have any deets to share. Who knows? Maybe he just hasn't been talking to the right people.

Of course, he's barely reached the end of the street when something suddenly goes BOOM in the distance, rattling the windows of the buildings on either side of him and making the ground shudder beneath his feet. Heart thundering in his chest, Yusuke whirls around, gritting his teeth when his eyes land on smoke billowing up over the rooftops.]

Oh, hell--

[AWWWW HERE IT GOES. True to form, Yusuke doesn't spare a second thought before he breaks into a run towards the source of that smoke. His goal when he came here might have been to locate and then beat the shit out of the person responsible for all of this, but that doesn't mean he isn't concerned about the safety of the people living here. He's got to make sure no one was injured in that blast.]

Edited 2014-11-11 04:07 (UTC)

[It seems you aren't the only one who thought to look for the injured in the explosion, Yusuke, as you'll find yourself literally colliding with someone who seems to be heading in the same direction as you. Whether it's because he wasn't looking where he was going or he's particularly bad at his craft is a bit hard to say, but judging by his slight frame and generally weird clothing, it seems this guy's title is probably a little ironic.]

Hey! Hell do you think you're doing here?

[...wow. If you wanted a mild-mannered wispy dude, it seems you're not getting it today.]

Don't you know about the threat? It's not the time to be playing tourist!

[OOMPH. Yusuke stumbles back a bit, his Pokemon coming to an abrupt halt behind him. He certainly wasn't expecting to smack into anyone on his way to the museum, much less anyone who would immediately start yelling in his face, but he's quick to snap back at him once the initial surprise has had a second to work its way out of his system, his eyes narrowed and his teeth bared in a snarl.]

What, y'think I'm running towards that building that just blew up just so I can snap a pretty picture of it and send it to my friends?! Cram it, freakshow! I'm busy here!

[And on that charming note, Yusuke and his Pokemon are just gonna continue on their merry way - unless, of course, the guy intervenes.]

[Oh, don't worry, he's not interfering; hopefully you don't mind if he just invites himself along, however.]

I might be able to help you find people, if you're actually here to help - unless you like looking around blindly?

[Not at all, though that question is gonna earn him a bit of a Look as they're running along.]

Sure, whatever, knock yourself out! Just do me a favor and don't do anything stupid!

[Because clearly, he is the authority on not doing stupid things. LET'S GO, PSYCHIC DUDE.]

A menagerie of the tragedy that I've caused

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