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(closed) Infiltration Log ↓

Who: Akira (

larsenist) & The Nasty Crimeboys
What: Quests + Events + Etc.
When: February-March
Where: Near/Far/Whereeeeever you are...
Warning(s): Human disasters + some violence.

(( cr meme comment can be found here, if you'd like to plot out something! c: ))

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[ Some hours ago they'd bumped into each other at one of Voss' postings, no rhyme or reason, and now they emerge from one of the Temple offices with a brief list of names (and faces) to retrieve. ...Some tricky trinkets, too. ]

What's your favorite color.

[ It'll have to be red or peach. Akira doesn't mind swapping, or going with what they've got. ]

[ He hadn't meant to stay in hostile territory for so long, but it's proven to be as difficult to leave as it had been to slip in. The streets are almost chaotic with colorful celebration, making it a pain to navigate through the crowds—if not virtually impossible to escape. He's pulled aside for some creative competition, guided towards multiple arrays of food and drink, even given a playful nudge toward one of the painting stalls.

Akira does what he can to blend in, mingling where he can and sidestepping the rest... But as the night wears on, so does his energy and patience. He's ready to make an exit for good, though he's intercepted by a small group of drunkards.

—And some misfortunate minutes later, he's being dragged to one of the flames, and not without a struggle. (He collects a split lip for his troubles and a knee to the gut, only barely avoiding a sharp blow to the back of his head as he twists in his captors' grip.) ]

Fuck off.

[ He's doing his best not to summon his persona in a place like this, but as the heat of the pyre draws closer and closer, he's starting to seriously reconsider. ]

[ It's by chance he crosses The Silk Wyrms, more or less steered there in an attempt to avoid the riots elsewhere. (The storm seems to have already passed through this particular district, leaving its streets littered with broken glass and splintered wood—or maybe this is just the eye of it.)

Even in the disarray of overturned dress forms and rent fabric, scattered feathers and beads, Akira immediately spots a girl kneeling next to a pool of torn garments, holding one of the ruined gowns in her hands. (It's probably none of his business, but he can't ignore her, either. There's no knowing who'll come back this way, and with the current condition of the city as unpleasant as it is...) ]

You okay...?

[ He's quiet but careful about his approach, taking care not to startle her. (He's well-aware he could easily be mistaken for a looter himself, and he's not that kind of thief.) ]

[ The mist is impossible to avoid, and after several lungfuls of it so is a fistfight. (Akira isn't really the shouting type, even as Joker, and even moreso he's not the kind to back down from confrontation—especially if some asshole is going to throw the first punch.)

He's far from first to join the fray; by the time he joins in practically the entire street has already devolved into exchanging blows. In the midst of it, he just so happens to recognize a refugee from the gala. (...It is especially difficult to forget someone as tall, dead and handsome as Koltira.)

And though Akira's a little too preoccupied to exchange greetings, it isn't long before they're within the other's vicinity. He shoves a particularly irritating rioter away from him with a foot to the chest, sending the stranger Koltira's way. ]

Heads up.

[ (Hey, how's it going?) ]

[ she collides into an asshole who isn't looking where he's--oh wait, it's akira?? ]

[ Yusuke's been brought back from the Institute and put in Ann's care, but there's still one member of their household unaccounted for. The lack of her presence feels all the more obvious with the rest of them gathered in the living room, where their resident artist is currently in recovery.

It's difficult to see any of his friends in pain, and even worse to know one of them is still missing. His hands curl into fists at his side, a sharp and sudden anger flaring in him.

...He can't stay here and watch. He exits the room silently, not so much of a word in parting as he heads straight for the door.

(He'll find Sandra, and god help whoever took her if he finds them too.) ]

[It starts early on. He and Red get jumped in the street and narrowly escape the confrontation going too far south. They don't immediately have much reason to think that it was part of a bigger problem...some conspiracy busy rolling through the city, right under their noses. Things have been volatile for a while, he's gotten into more than a few scuffles, himself. But this was different—and something about the air sits uneasy on him, long after they were in the clear. He sees Red home and notes the relative emptiness of it—no Sandra, to start, which already strikes him as a little fishy—and catches up on the news. Takes advantage of his legs to pace outside their new digs, for a while. Picking restlessly at the wraps on his hands while he skims his phone.

Nothing public yet. But his hackles don't settle. (Sandra and Richie spend time enough together. It's safe enough to assume, if she's not in her place in the house, that she's off at his. But neither one of them are answering their messages. And after getting harried on the way home, the part of him that had plenty of time to ruminate on the rapid decimation of Cloudbank is already starting to ease into on edge.)

Enough that he starts a little, when he notices Akira nearby. Lifts his head and drops his phone into his pocket. (Seemingly) apropos of very little—]

You haven't heard from Rich, have you? [A beat, but before Akira can answer that first question—] ...Sandra?

[(Clair, Percival...the list will only get longer the wider they start to cast their net. But for now—it starts closer to home.)]

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richie // SAFE HAVEN

jack (s76) // PARTY FOULS

// A Day in the Life (Take Two)

sansa // CHAOS ERUPTS (TAILOR)

koltira // CHAOS ERUPTS (MIST)

wildcard - i told you i'd just copy and paste this

red // TAKEN

> taken.