you're gonna make me go

[afallon]

WHO: Askeladd and YOU
WHERE: throughout the City
WHEN: any time during the event
WHAT: local viking became local captain of a government enforcement team. why did anyone let this happen.
WARNINGS: there will be violence


1. Government Raid

There are a few abandoned warehouses and small factories around here. Convenient, when you want to keep an eye on one in particular. Askeladd's been watching the warehouse next to this one from a window for over an hour, other members of his team stationed at points near him or in the surrounding buildings. It appears, at this point, that all the Resistance members who are coming to the meeting next door have entered.

Askeladd reaches up to double-check his earpiece. Another convenience - it's remarkable how convenient people have made things to be, in every aspect of life. And what disgusting things it's all used for.

That's the job, right now. "Get all the doors covered. We're heading in." He turns to gesture at the others lining the hall with him. Come on.

His group will be taking the front door, of course.


2. Parades and Parties

Be visible. So he is - escorting parade floats, standing watch by the barricades blocking street parties off from traffic. He's not in any uniform (he's always resisted the idea, and has managed to get away with it as he's proved his loyalty over the years). But he doesn't have to be when he occasionally lets his coat hang open just enough to show the guns holstered beneath it.

Still, he sometimes seems to be taking the whole thing more casually than you might expect. He'll stop by a food truck and pick up a gyro to take back to his post. And hang on, is he drinking a beer?

If he spots you hanging around as well, he may raise an eyebrow at you. "Having fun?"


3. Wildcard

[have your own idea? bring it!]


((Feel free to be part of the team, and of course members of the Resistance are welcome! hit up paperbacks if you'd like to plot anything out))

Comments

[afallon]

Now, who the fuck is this, and how did they get here?

Askeladd sidesteps Evan as the man continues to slide down the hallway and aims his gun at the attacker. Whoever it is, they're clearly with the Resistance, and they've just assaulted a government officer.

He fires.

[fauxmarth]

Lucina spies the movement of the gun and is able to move fast enough that the bullet buzzes past her, parting her hair as she dodges. She doesn't wait at all to continue the charge, her blade tip creating sparks along the wall as she brings it up defensively until she can reach a door, yank that out, and use it as the cover she needs. Going into this fray without armor is risky, but she'll improvise.

In fact, she'll just yeet the damn door at the pack of them!

[afallon]

Well, that makes it almost certain she's a meta, maybe one of the new ones. This will be interesting.

Askeladd falls to the ground and rolls forward, the door sailing over him and right into a few men who aren't as quick to react. He pays them no mind as they stagger back, instead using his momentum to get back up on his feet and come at the attacker. He's not carrying a sword today (more's the pity), and there's no time to draw his knife. But if he can get inside her guard quickly here, he can hit her on the head with the butt of the pistol.

[fauxmarth]

"Gnah-!"

Her head's angled so that the strike doesn't clock dead-on, but grazes her temple. That's enough to deter her from wanting to keep bullying forward, and instead shove him in the chest with both palms with enough applied force to send him back whether his heels want it or not.

"Get! Out of here! All of you!"

[afallon]

He twists, but not in time to avoid the blow. So instead, rather than trying to keep to his feet, he lets himself fall to the floor (again) and rolls (again), this time backwards until he's over the door lying flat on the ground. With it now in front of him, he rises into a crouch and tries to catch his breath.

Behind him, Jon has managed to stand back up after getting a door to the face, though from the way his nose is bleeding it's probably broken. "You're under arrest for resisting a government officer!" The effect of his shout is rather ruined by clogged nose, muffled quality of it. "We'll use lethal force if you continue!"

The idiot.

Askeladd glances down at the door. Can he flip it up quickly enough, or would it be better to slide it along the floor and try to trip her that way?

Is she good enough to throw that sword?

[fauxmarth]

She's great, as a matter of fact! But she's not that much of a strategist, so the thought of launching her beloved sword is very far from her mind as she charges again.

No, she's more of a bruiser: anything that gets lobbed her way or tries to obstruct her now is going to get a good and proper slashing.

[afallon]

Well, she'll need to slash the door now. Askeladd lifts the door by the edge and then kicks it back towards her as he stands. It should buy him enough time to take a few steps back for firm footing as he draws the knife he has kept on him.

(Funny, to be the one using a knife in a fight against someone who can't yet be twenty, from the look of her.)

Jon, beside him, shoots. But he's been slow to react, and hits the door rather than the attacker.

[fauxmarth]

With a roar, Lucina sends her sword through the door, kicking a piece of it out of her way as she charges through. She's forgotten that she's not clad in plate -- at least, she forgot until she sees the gun and bristles.

Acting quickly, she rushes him with the intent to slap the gun out of his hands or, at the very least, hard enough to aim it away from her while she brings a knee up to greet his middle.

[afallon]

Well, if Jon's not going to make himself useful otherwise, at least he's providing a decent distraction. To his marginal credit, the man doesn't drop the gun, but it does end up aimed at the ground as he falls victim to her knee.

Askeladd, though, uses these moments to try to sweep around the attacker, bringing his knife up towards her throat.

[fauxmarth]

"Ah-!"

The telltale bite of a blade on her skin makes her freeze, and while her grip on the gunman's arm remains, she slowly lowers her foot and straightens up as much as knifepoint will allow.

He's quick for an older fellow, isn't he?