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Cornucopia: The Sequel
WHO| Everyone going back to the Cornucopia
WHAT| Picking on the leftovers. Who lives? Who dies? Who looks exceptionally smashing in their Tribute unforms?
WHEN| Two days in
WHERE| The Cornucopia.
WARNING/NOTES| Violence! Possible salty language!
Max made slow headway toward the Cornucopia. Even while her genetic enhancements were being suppressed, she still had sharp eyes and could move with great stealth. Pausing, she half turns while keeping her eyes on the area to murmur to the others with her.
"Lottie, you and Tony think you can manage to collect some things? Don and I will keep an eye on you both."
She sees a spot that looks like it might be clear for a snatch and grab and gestures that she intends to move forward unless her team tries to stop her.
WHAT| Picking on the leftovers. Who lives? Who dies? Who looks exceptionally smashing in their Tribute unforms?
WHEN| Two days in
WHERE| The Cornucopia.
WARNING/NOTES| Violence! Possible salty language!
Max made slow headway toward the Cornucopia. Even while her genetic enhancements were being suppressed, she still had sharp eyes and could move with great stealth. Pausing, she half turns while keeping her eyes on the area to murmur to the others with her.
"Lottie, you and Tony think you can manage to collect some things? Don and I will keep an eye on you both."
She sees a spot that looks like it might be clear for a snatch and grab and gestures that she intends to move forward unless her team tries to stop her.
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Yeah.
Saving people.
He does that, thank you very much.
Doesn't mean he's exactly feeling like waltzing through the streets with them though.
"I've always had fairly reputable collection skills," Tony says with a shrug. "You guy work the perimeter while blondie and I make a run for it?"
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"That works." Don nodded. "Just be careful."
Tony he wasn't as worried about. He was pretty sure when push came to shove, the guy could figure out a way to defend himself. Lottie, on the other hand, was an all too easy target. She wasn't as able (or perhaps, less not able and more not willing) to defend herself.
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Keeping her body low, she scuttled forward on silent feat, and once established that a given area was clear, raised her hand with two fingers up and gestured people forward - but making sure none of her team advanced ahead of her before she had scouted a given area.
Finally, she spotted some booty worth bothering with (she could just imagine Stark sniffing at that turn of phrase in defense of his derriere), she outspread her hand and gestured Don forward.
Let the scavenging begin.
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He turned to where the girls stood safely away from the platform. "We have company!"
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Eliot frowned slightly. This is a time he could really use a pair of scissors or a good knife. He sets the small land mine down and begins to pry at the platform with the metal plating. He really needs the fuse or the mine will be useless.
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Still, Don wasn't going to kill this guy, if he didn't have to. But he was going to need get him out of the way. And that's exactly what he planned to do.
Say hello to a mutant turtle flying out of nowhere and landing in front of you, Eliot. And maybe swinging a makeshift bo in order to try and knock him aside.
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Figures."Nothing personal, but I can't let you do that!"With that, he threw a kick aimed at the man's shins.
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just about time for Max to jump in
Re: just about time for Max to jump in
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hey ariadne let's sneak plan an alliance okay
Nobody ever said your alliances had to involve everyone you had already allied with, after all.
okok~
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"He seems to think we'll get out of here intact," Ariadne confirms, still frowning, watching Eliot from afar. There was nothing wrong with that way of thinking, but it was idealistic. It wasn't going to happen. "Physically, mentally, emotionally. I only killed that man because I didn't know what he would do if I stopped and helped. I got lucky in the past; I doubt it will hold up. Unless I'm smart."
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how much more you wanna chat before the fight?
one more post, maybe? should be good from here~
reaction to giant turtle attack is a go then!
\o/ relocate to another thread, yeah?
yep! i'm hopping down the vulture thread then
okok \o/
Team Vulture
They had been lucky to spot the rush back towards the bags and followed the group. There was very little need for them to risk themselves being spotted by going for their own bag, not when they could wait for the others to retreat.
Both stay hidden and watch from the second story of a nearby building. High enough to watch, but not be spotted. Neither had any intentions of joining those beneath them
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Her stamina's not going to hold out long, she knows, but she just needs to get somewhere relatively safe, somewhere sheltered, to wait out the fight. Then she has every intention of meeting up with Eliot again, should he survive. Mostly every intention, anyway.
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Everything looked the same. And the same was awful. She gripped her bags, following similar logic as Momoko. Get out, meet up with everyone later. She nearly run into the other girl, before letting out a shriek and falling back, holding her bag of cans before her.
And then recognition sets in.
"Oh Momoko!"
sorry for the delete typos were bugging me
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Feel free to disarm her, Tate! :D
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Tate crept down silently stalking his prey, only pausing to watch and see where Momoko would stop so that he could plan his next move. A small smirk crept on his face, as if he were excited for this.
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[Also, Lottie...have you left us? :(]
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[Tate, Kevin, Lottie, and Momoko, anything ready to go down on that front to get certain people over to your area?]
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OOC: Ready for rescue!
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