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multiversallogs2011-06-08 10:40 am
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Entry tags:
- @ mog hill,
- @ mog hill: valhalla inn,
- hellboy,
- ivan,
- jones,
- marie-sixtine st. vincent,
- npc,
- raylan givens,
- { boromir,
- } alan shore,
- } allen walker,
- } arthur,
- } cassandra of troy,
- } cindy,
- } dawn summers,
- } eames,
- } edward nigma,
- } james norrington,
- } michael anders,
- } mina barrett,
- } shiori sakita,
- } toshiko sato,
- } yuu kanda
Interlude: Militiavisits by Candlelight
Who: The staff and residents of the Valhalla Inn with a special guest appearance by the Militia.
What: A lock-down. A shake-down. Some questions.
Where: The Valhalla Inn. Different locations will be designated by different subthreads.
When: Early Coardi morning and into the afternoon.
Notes: OOC Discussion
Warnings: None yet, but expect (subtle) threats, coercion, and general jackboot'n'blackbag shenanigans.
Rumour travels fast in Baedal; soon everyone in Mog Hill and beyond will know that the Militia are at the Valhalla Inn and no one is getting out. Official word is that this is strictly routine; protocol dictates Arrival Houses be locked down for evaluation after a City-wide crisis. It's still early morning. Outside, the sun is rising after a night of gentle rain. Birds sing and gorge themselves on dead monkeys yet to be cleared away. It's going to be a beautiful day.
Meanwhile, inside Valhalla, the Militia have firmly requested that every guest, every employee and every incidental visitor gather in the Common Room as they search the rest of the Inn. The proprietor and her staff are visibly unhappy about the event, but the closest they have come to voicing dissent is managing to call for the Sheriff. Still, so far the gentleman who seems to be in charge of the proceedings has been nothing but curtly polite. The Militia works fast; they have gone through the whole place in less than an hour and are now, as they say, ready to take interviews. These will be conducted one-on-one in a different room of the Inn. Most individuals who arrived after the creature invasion are sorted out and escorted outside of the building. Some, however, are not.
None of the Special's agents or their more thuggish companions say so, at least not out in the Common Room, but it is evident that their search turned up something.
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Cindy rolls her eyes and continues pushing the magazine into her trusty pistol that was stashed under her pillow, preparing to shoot if she has to. Nothing personal, just--nah, this is personal.
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If she's armed and angry, that'll give them time to get back-up and a null-field in place; if she's just modest and annoyed, that should give her the space she'll need to get out without any property damage.
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Gun prepped, she glances around the room recalling all the rules Bigby taught her. The one that's the most relevant to her is the room rule: never enter a room that you don't know how to exit. Oh, she knows how to exit this one. The problem lies in the two lugs on the other side of the door.
There's a choice Cindy can make. Stay in the room and shoot it out with them or leave the room while they're busy with the rest of the inn. Number one is a suicide mission, number two opens her up to any backup they might have. She doubts militias in Baedal only come in pairs.
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