adventure time with alexia and shrieky

[swiftdawn]

Who: Alexia & Shrieky (and Cupcake)
What: Creeping on Militia dudes for great justice
Where: 88 Flag Hill (I THINK???)
When: Shortly after these posts went up.
Warnings: Probably people getting eaten by a horrible pink alien bugmonster, people to come

It takes Alexia a little while to track down the location in the broadcast; at least the human architecture styles are different enough in this city that it's easy to tell one part from another.  A few days of legwork later, she's pretty sure she has the correct address and can decently extrapolate when the owner of the house will be in or not.

At the moment, it's night and she's crouched between two houses across the street, making sure the coast is clear.  Her hand rests, lightly, on the back of Cupcake's carapace as she peers out under the hood of her cloak, checking all directions.

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[wontturntofoam]

Shrieky's passage across the city hadn't been an easy one. First he'd had to find someone who could read the address to him, then he'd asked people for directions, then, finally, after a considerable amount of searching, he'd found a street sign which read as similar to the address he had carefully scrawled out.

He's less careful than Alexia, and considerably less certain in his plan here, instead of hiding between two houses, he advances down the road slowly, counting off the house numbers as he goes. He doesn't see where she's hiding, slowing to a stop in plain view as he reaches the house he's looking for.

It looks... unremarkable. Not like the kind of place that would contain a whimpering imprisoned victim at all, and that makes him feel a little wrong footed by this whole thing.

[swiftdawn]

It's actually a bit funny; in Alexia's experience, it's almost always nondescript places that house that kind of prisoner. (Well, at least in Quel'thalas. If nothing else, Orcs are straight up like a street fight. None of this secret prison nonsense.)

The man who walks up isn't her quarry, but he is familiar, once she gets a good look at him through her scope--she's seen him on the cohort network, he's that loud guy. He's funny. And he's staring right at that house.

It does make a certain sort of sense that other members of their merry band would want to investigate. But--given his moniker--he might not have the sort of stealth required. And Bad Dude is due to be leaving for the night in ten minutes.

She scrabbles around in the alley and finds a smallish stone, and with good accuracy, lobs it and hits him gently in the small of his back, which is turned to her.

[wontturntofoam]

As the stone paps lightly off the small of Shrieky's back, he twists on his heel, turning to glare into the darkness of the alley behind him. He squares his shoulders and narrows his eyes, trying to look like a man who is not to be trifled with.

In the gloom of the ally he can't quite make Alexia out. He can see the figure of someone skulking there, but the details are obscured, and he's torn between the desire to venture forth and investigate? And... well, cowardice.

After a moment of indecision, he hisses: "Who's there? I'm watching you?" He keeps his teeth bared and his expression hostile, in a slightly animalistic instinct to try and appear more threatening than he actually is.

[swiftdawn]

She's hesitant to pull back her hood, since she's, aha, pretty distinctive, but considering that this area's pretty dead this time of night, she'll take a momentary risk. She pokes her head out of the thin alley, pulls back her hood slightly, and waves in a friendly way.

I think we're here for the same thing, she mouths.

Well. Maybe not quite the same thing. She doesn't know how he feels about the pointy kind of justice yet.

[wontturntofoam]

Well, that wasn't a threatening approach. He can't quite make out what it is she's mouthing to him, but since whoever it is doesn't seem to be out to harm him, he glances around quickly, before moving closer to her.

"What did you just say?" He asks, when he's close enough to do so without shouting.

[swiftdawn]

"I think we're here for the same thing? 88 Flag Hill, right?" Something makes a skittering noise in the darkness behind her; she ignores it and gives him a friendly, small wave and a smile. The little light in the alley comes from her eyes, glowing a bright green. "Paying a visit to the house from that most interesting video, that is."