The Arena Riots ( open, gamewide )

[civilobedience]

Who: The Militia, the city, and you.
What: The Arena Riots.
Where: The Arena, Griss Twist.
When: Newdi, Eliaderen 1. (Monday Oct 1st)
Notes: Companion post for questions and plotting is here.
Warnings: Violence, police brutality, disturbing content and imagery, graphic death.

It's apparent even before dawn that something out of the ordinary is happening. Canton sheriffs are roused from their sleep or pulled away from their work to be told that on no uncertain terms, today will be a day that they do not leave their neat lines on the map. That their individual offices will be responsible for all crime and unrest within their jurisdictions, with no help; the powers that be offer no details, but the creeping feeling in their presence suggests no questions would be tolerated anyway – the implication that they'll all be watched is a strong one. In Mog Hill, Sheriff Norrington proceeds as he always does under such orders. In Mafaton, leadership is stoic but one deputy laughs, sharp and bitter, while the Emissary of the Council merely checks his watch, unseen underground. Sir Hellsing is pulled away from her dinner in the Guild Hall, a Sobek Croix deputy anxiously relaying the news. The sound of shattered glass disturbs the pre-dawn silence in Flyside, a brick hurled by some faceless figure into the front window of Thames – and nothing else.

From the Spire, hooded Militiamen move quietly and uniformly south, to Griss Twist. They are followed by wagons, full of prisoners.

Comments

[agrat]

Lea arrives sporting three deep wounds on her back that resemble what one would incur from a whip, a grim expression, and the tattered remains of her shirt hidden underneath her jacket. She isn't limping or obviously wincing in pain, but that's only because of sheer fucking determination. No sense in diming herself out, though she's made sure she hasn't been followed.

She lets herself in. It's her wards (which will be increased when Ivan turns up with that heart), she doesn't need a key.

When she gets inside, she stops in the front hall and swears, quietly, to herself, in Arabic.

[deservesadaisy]

Ivan arrives a bit later than Lea - it took him some time to get through the streets without being followed (and he may have made a stop or two along the way). He has a bundle tucked under one arm, about the size of a loaf of bread. Though he's covered in blood he still manages a stylish air, and he looks flushed, healthy and hyper-focused and paradoxically alive if not very human.

He's looking for Lea first, though if he catches sight of Ilde to be sure she's safe, that's just as well.