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interstellar55552016-03-29 09:18 pm
oceantier) wrote in interstellar55552016-03-29 09:18 pm
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But a bargain must be made
Who: Silver, J, Lapis, and Frisk
What: J, Lapis, and Frisk form a plan to grab medical supplies for future surgeries. Silver knows all the best places.
When: late March
Where:The city basement The lowest level of the city, just outside the downtown area. In the basement of what looks like a loan company.
Warnings: Surgical equipment? Needles? Property damage if things get ugly.
If the city outside the loan company is dank and dirty, the basement hole-up of the black market group is worse. There's a smell in the air -- something that lingers in the corners with mold and must, mingled with the sharp, too-bright smell of antiseptic and the pungent, dark under-notes of formaldehyde. The men who own this place are black market operators; this is a business, not home, ready to be abandoned at a moment if need be. They don't mind the cracks in the concrete, the odd drip that blooms into mildew. As long as the goods are safe, that's all that matters.
They deal in medical supplies. Surgical ones in particular. For the purposes of showing off the goods, a table has been laid between men and bargainers -- scalpels and scissors and forceps, retractors and wire cutters and boxes of needles. More materials essential to the process are laid aside in their boxes; the men have just unveiled the shinies for the purposes of making a deal.
For the purposes of this mission, Lapis is a young man, dark-haired, too-thin, and silent along the edges of the conversation, dressed in black, face half-hidden in a deep hood. She stays to the side, watching with quick, sharp flicks of her gaze, keeping a wary eye on every movement of the men. Now and again her eyes dart to the backs of J and Silver, then away again.
Frisk she's coaxed closer to her. Without question, she trusts them, but she definitely doesn't trust the men who currently outnumber them 5 to 4. Anything could go wrong here, and with the plan that's in mind . . . she suspects it will.
For the moment Silver is at the center of things, bargaining.
For the moment the rest of them wait.
What: J, Lapis, and Frisk form a plan to grab medical supplies for future surgeries. Silver knows all the best places.
When: late March
Where:
Warnings: Surgical equipment? Needles? Property damage if things get ugly.
If the city outside the loan company is dank and dirty, the basement hole-up of the black market group is worse. There's a smell in the air -- something that lingers in the corners with mold and must, mingled with the sharp, too-bright smell of antiseptic and the pungent, dark under-notes of formaldehyde. The men who own this place are black market operators; this is a business, not home, ready to be abandoned at a moment if need be. They don't mind the cracks in the concrete, the odd drip that blooms into mildew. As long as the goods are safe, that's all that matters.
They deal in medical supplies. Surgical ones in particular. For the purposes of showing off the goods, a table has been laid between men and bargainers -- scalpels and scissors and forceps, retractors and wire cutters and boxes of needles. More materials essential to the process are laid aside in their boxes; the men have just unveiled the shinies for the purposes of making a deal.
For the purposes of this mission, Lapis is a young man, dark-haired, too-thin, and silent along the edges of the conversation, dressed in black, face half-hidden in a deep hood. She stays to the side, watching with quick, sharp flicks of her gaze, keeping a wary eye on every movement of the men. Now and again her eyes dart to the backs of J and Silver, then away again.
Frisk she's coaxed closer to her. Without question, she trusts them, but she definitely doesn't trust the men who currently outnumber them 5 to 4. Anything could go wrong here, and with the plan that's in mind . . . she suspects it will.
For the moment Silver is at the center of things, bargaining.
For the moment the rest of them wait.
no subject
The guns aren't helping.
There's virtually no warning for the change in the Music; it shifts abruptly, melding perfectly with the song Silver has chosen and nearly knocking J off his feet in the process. Jeez, warn a guy next time-
Complaints for later. Right now, he just doesn't have it in him to keep on his feet and avoid gunfire and resist the pull of Silver's tune, stronger than ever now with the song and the Music mixed in. He gives in to the Music, moves in time with it, and puts a lot more faith in Silver than he should to get them out of this intact.
no subject
It's just a pointed reminder that she needs to get moving. Fast.
She slips into the beat of the music like she's stepping into water, yanking the liquid out of the bottle in J's pocket. With a flick of her fingers, she separates it into two strands, plunging it into two of the active guns. The water grinds over the barrel spirals, through the mechanisms, bursts out into the gang members' faces and up their noses. With gurgling screams, they topple backward.
The three remaining gunmen are temporarily distracted by the plight of their comrades and could be caught off guard.
The gang members behind, though, are recovering from Silver's attack, struggling for their feet. The nearest one to Silver lunges, trying to catch the helmeted being off guard around the waist and bear them to the floor.
Another of the gang members from the floor -- the one who asked about perverts -- grapples for his gun, aiming it towards Frisk from behind. He's still a little shaky and hasn't fired yet, especially with Frisk darting about like that, but the intention is clear: Take out the kid. That's the weak spot, and what will hurt the most.