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route_10652014-11-10 09:14 pm
explosivecombat) wrote in route_10652014-11-10 09:14 pm
A menagerie of the tragedy that I've caused
Who: Solf J Kimblee (explosivecombat), Frank Archer (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 ]
explosivecombat), Frank Archer (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 ]
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The Gym doors are open, so you'll have no problem entering, should you choose to!]
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Then she's down on all fours and barreling into the Gym, toward the source of the scent, and Blake has just enough time to call the other dogs and get his ass in gear to sprint after her.]
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-and doesn't get any closer. She's back at the entrance, disoriented. She sits back on her haunches, letting out a whimper of confusion and dismay.
Which doesn't stop Carter from barreling right past her and having the exact same thing happen to him. It's like those times when there's one fewer step in the staircase than you expect. He stumbles, dizzy, and barks,] What the fuck?! I don't have time for any bullshit!
[He shouts toward the trainers] Turn on the lights, you goddamn morons! There's a bomb around here!
['might be a bomb,' technically, but 'might' doesn't move asses.
Meanwhile, Steve has pulled herself together and is using her nose. If there's a path anyone has walked on, maybe she can follow the scent.
Then, for once in his life, Blake is using his brain.] Fuck this. [If there's guys out there, there must be a way they got there. He digs in his bag for something small and pulls out a handful of empty pokeballs. Shrunk down for carrying, they're the size of hefty marbles, and they're cheap an light enough that you might as well carry plenty around in case something good shows up.
He kneels down, watches close, and rolls the handful of them out across the floor. If there's enough light to see by and whatever damn bullshit is in play here works on objects too, any that don't get warped away might show him the way.]
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There's definitely a scent for Steve to follow, though it will lead her right past those trainers. There's also a few other scents that might make things a bit disorienting, but those scents are all from Pokémon as opposed to humans.
The Pokéball trick is pretty clever, Blake! Some of them are definitely going to roll off into the abyss (and then reappear beside you), but others will continue on a straight path right toward the first trainer.]
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Blake only has a second to be proud of himself (and to scoop up the reappeared pokeballs for further use) before he's marching up to the nearest trainer and snapping his fingers in his face.] Didn't you hear me, you dumb bastard? Get outta here before you get your ass blown off!