RESCUE GET || Action threads to follow but OTA

[fierybluebird]

[First things first, Marco perches on top of the building, and checks out all of the location, texting while he goes, and making sure he can secure the best get away. Ares supposedly wasn't good at tactics, but Marco? Marco prides himself, especially when it comes to mapping layouts. So the location is secured, go in through the front, and the back he set up to create a quick exit that couldn't be followed.]

[Locked to Thatch, Ace, and Namur:]

Dress 2 kill, we're going dancing. Bring me a tux, red shirt, and dancing shoes.

[Dancing shoes = guns of course. Marco wore his sandals even in the tux, because the guns weren't for him, his weapons were his feet.]

[Locked to Lydia:]

I'm bringing you dancing partners, hope your waltz is up 2 par.

[Publicly:]

Stay inside if you're in Genessia tonight.

Comments

CLOSED! / Action: Rip --> DO NOT REPLY YET MAY BE EDITED

[fierybluebird]

"No eating the bosses. I promised them to a friend. Can I trust you to handle them with Nam-chan? You'll have to book it to Everglade's forest as fast as possible, eh," Marco warned as he straightened his tie and hid his pineapple hair for now under a fedora. It probably wouldn't help very much as a disguise of sorts, but just in case there was time for him to get out the back way too, no need to make it too easy for everyone to identify.

CLOSED! / Action: Marco, Rip, Namur, Ace, Thatch

[fierybluebird]

"Okay plan is, all gun fire comes to me, do not kill the bosses. Leave alive at least whoever is helpful or surrenders," he didn't glance to Rip, but she was the only wild card on that particular front, "And at least one of every section in case Kitten or the bosses aren't here, eh?"

A nod, "Last chance to backtalk," a lighthearted grin, because despite the fine edge of anger he was walking, the hope and anticipation was actually making it a lot easier for him to feel almost generous with other people's lives again.

[om_nom_namur]

Namur leaned against a nearby wall, arms folded over his chest. "Sure them assholes in there's gonna be real willin' t' stick t' yer plan, Cap. Didja send 'em an email t' let 'em know what y' want 'em t' do yet?"

[singinghuntress]

Rip had been quiet this entire time and just sticking to the shadows behind Marco as she checked over the gun she had been handed. It was a simple handgun, but, her abilities would work with it all the same. All she ever needed was one shot anyway.

"Vhether zhey do or not, I plan on following zhe orders as much as I can."

Though, she couldn't guarantee whether or not that would be the case if blood was really shed. Rip was always hungry after all..And right now, she was all business and very much showing the side of her that made her one formidable huntress and soldier. Like the rest of them, she was dressed in a suit with a tie and gloves on her hands to protect them from gun residue. Even her hair was pulled back in a metal clip at the base of her neck.

...Rip was definitely all business tonight. And...probably the wildest card here since she couldn't guarantee her actions in the slightest.

Sometime after the initial push but before finding Grell | Open to list above

[om_nom_namur]

For the first time in years, something felt right. Were they the good guys or the bad guys for storming this place? That question had come up a lot lately, with no clear answer. Some wanted to villainize them for not doing shit the way it ought to be done. Some had been applauding their initiative. Just like it always was, before Namur knew anything about Time Compression or alternate dimensions. The turmoil surrounding Grell's disappearance and the way her family reacted was turbulent but familiar water to wade through. In times like this, his brothers banded together, their loyalty to each other burning hotter than any internet flame war. Unity was what they'd been missing, and for a brief moment, they had it back.

And for this moment, he could feel it once again, reverberating through his body, a frenetic cadence- the rhythm of battle.

Sure, taking it easy and making peace was better in the long run, but deep down, he'd been longing for a fight like this: a fight with purpose, a fight for his family, a fight that actually mattered. He'd been so caught up in stupid, petty squabbles that he nearly lost himself, and for what? A handful of red bills, taken from fearful, cowardly hands. He'd been a stranger in his own life, and now, at last, he'd come home.

There was a knot of enemies trying to set up an offensive up ahead, tricked out in pilfered riot gear and their rifles spit bullets in three round bursts, as if any of that would be enough to truly keep him from making an advance. To their credit, it seemed to be working. The hardest part was that the semi-automatic firing pattern made the shooters' aim go to shit, and they seemed less intent on purposely hitting him and more inclined to simply fill the air with metal slugs and hope for the best. Without clear intent, the bullets' future paths were harder to sense. He had to take cover instead of being able to slip between shots, so for the moment, they had him pinned around a corner. He took a breath and craned his head around for a quick look at the hallway, trying to decide if he could bounce up the wall and off the ceiling to land behind them before they'd be able to adjust for his speed or not, but a nearly instantaneous volley drove him back. Chips of cinderblock and plaster flew out of the wall where his head had been only a moment before, ripped apart by the enemy's barrage.

Namur ran his palm over the back of his head and chuffed in frustration. Strategy had never been his forte, and the time it would take for him to come up with some kind of diversion might cost him his position. If ever there was a moment he could use a little help, this was it.

[singinghuntress]

If help was what he desired, then far be it for her to deny him. Rip was in her element here and for the first time in a very long time, felt like she was part of a unit again. To be able to work with others for a common goal, even if it was only a fleeting unity filled her with purpose once more!

The battlefield, that was what Rip knew best and gunfire was hardly something that would keep her from her goals once she set her eyes on them. And while she was moving through the battle, she was humming an old song as she watched and moved from the pointless spray of bullets in what could easily be mistaken as a predatory dance of some sort.

How pathetic! There was hardly any finesse to what they were doing! No beauty in lining up the proper shot...in taking out your target with one select hit and watching them fall without warning. Rip was a sniper, a huntress! She was dedicated to her craft and to see such... disregard of respect for their weapons was atrocious to her!

As she moved through the group, she didn't care if they were the heroes or the villains in this. Those silly notions were only in the eye of the beholder and right now, she only saw a unit.. a family looking to reclaim one of their own. Even if Rip wasn't sure what her position in this little family was, she still was willing to help in any way possible. Which meant right now taking out individuals one at a time with vicious accuracy as she made her way over to where Namur was pinned down. There was no denying that she was feeding off of one or two of them, but, she was showing restraint.

They were left alive afterwards and she was not turning this place into a bloodbath like she so easily could.

Eventually, she was near Namur and grinning as she pulled out her gun. A shot fired and he'd notice one bullet zipping past him and around the corner, zig zagging its way through the enemy and suddenly, the gunfire stopped..and there was screaming. Beautiful, melodious screaming as she sidled up to him with a smirk.

"You haf no idea how nice it feels to do zhat again. "

CLOSED! Action: Grell, Marco, Rip, Namur, Thatch, Ace

[fierybluebird]

It's a hard fight through to her, harder still keeping people alive, but the minute Marco catches the bright red hair, and with relief, she's still got her glasses, which means she wasn't being tortured or experimented on, he lights up, glowing blue with his own flames, despite the red shirt and tux to please her.

"Hey Kitten, sorry we're so late. You look fantastic. Ready to roll?"

Gonna be really slow. the net in my hotel is poor...

[redcinemareel]

[Locked in the room provided for her, Grell waits to see if her message was taken seriously or not. Sure, it was ridiculously, but keeping herself hidden was of top priority. The children kidnapped from their families didn't need her blowing their cover and getting them killed.

The room is simple: a single bed, night table bathroom, lamp, chair, but no TV. And without her device, she's essentially in the dark about whatever has been going on for the past few weeks. Even with her own personal device, disguised as a bracelet, Grell couldn't get information in, let alone getting it safely out without being noticed. There were cameras in her room, but not the bathroom, luckily. But spending too much time in there would be suspicious. She could only form that one short message over the course of her time there, including the hidden location code.

Having been allowed one book, she reads as she waits, sitting in a chair near the lamp. It's quite some time before she hears commotion outside her door. Grell marks her place before closing the book and walking to the door before shouting at it.]

What is going on? [The armed guards outside her door only shouted back at her to stay inside. Rolling her eyes, Grell continues to listen, pressing her ear to the door. Seems as if an attack is happening.]

My ride must be here. [With a grin, Grell puts on her gloves, adjusting her grip in them before disappearing into the bathroom, a ruse only to appear outside her own door and snatch up one of her two guards before teleporting back to the bathroom. The other guard, who had his back turned, never realizes the other is gone until he turns around and finds him gone.

Fortunately for him, he'll share the same date as his partner.

Stepping out the bathroom, Grell closes the door, hiding the fact that her guards have their necks snapped and hidden in the bathtub and stole their weapons. Whatever is going on, she'll have to work fast to get to the children and make sure they escape to safety.

Grell checks the gun she took for bullets, a full magazine, and disappears to another floor, ironically where the commotion is. While she isn't the best with guns, she's good at getting close without notice, so it's a cinch to get behind them or to their side and deliver a single headshot. Naturally, blood splatters all over her, but it's not something she minds. She just hates that guns are so clean cut.

Another person turns the corner, and from even far away, she recognizes that hairstyle anywhere. What's better is that he's in a rather nice suit and burning bright for her. She can't help but grin, her face covered in speckles of red.]

As do you, my love. [Marco may notice that despite being unharmed, Grell seems a bit thinner than usual, and she's wearing the same clothing from the day she disappeared: black leather biker jacket, red long sleeved scoop neck shirt, leather skinny pants, and black combat boots. Her hair is in a high ponytail, due to the low maintenance lifestyle she had been living all this time.] They've taken children hostage a few rooms down this way.

[She wants to make a scene with him, after being gone so long, but those children needed rescuing as soon as possible. So she starts walking towards the room she knows they're being held.]

ACTION: OTA

[fierybluebird]

For those who didn't abide Marco's warning, there's quite a scene going on. Kids, a fiery blue phoenix, a battle droid, and two loli well-dressed women, one with a parasol at night, in the midst of it all. Then there's the slow return of family members; Marco trying to hold his temper with the police, but still insisting that the kids have nothing to contribute of information and should go home, because that's not suspicious, and then there's him suggesting the cops should totally just interrogate the mooks and find out where his wife and any other kids and also their bosses are.

Care to add to or try to diffuse the chaos?

TEXT OTA and/or make your own thread

[fierybluebird]

Private Text

[unbridledtiger]

[Seth's been flickering in and out of existence the last few weeks. He knows roughly what's going on but he trusts those charging in to be able to handle the matter. If Marco needs assistance, he only needs to call.]

Hit me up if you need my help.

[anamnestik]

May I please know why?

[priceofmagic]

Good to know.

I get the feeling there's no time to question your methods.

Do you have a real tactic for keeping civilians out of harms' way, or are you just counting on good will?

Marco

[rulerofme]

If you turn Genessia City into a war zone, Marco, don't expect leniency. Especially when the situation can be resolved peacefully.

Marco

[fierybluebird]

If you think it can be resolved peacefully, then do it, and save me the effort.

text;

[immortalrose]

Do I dare ask why?

Has she been found?

text;

[fierybluebird]

No.

[HELPFUL ISN'T HE? :V]

Don't clog up the roads that will have emergency personnel so don't get in their way.

[Text: Private]

[singinghuntress]

Augustine.

Stay inside.

There might be blood tonight.

text/ locked

[thatched]

Aye, Captain.

Shall I bring something for the lady?

text/ locked

[fierybluebird]

If Kitten's there, she doesn't have extra rims, so I'll just carry her if need be.

[Publicly || Video]

[pkmn_hero]

Stay inside? Why? What's gonna happen?

[Publicly || Video]

[fierybluebird]

[Hello small child with black hair and Pokemon hat and pikachu LOOKING REALLY SIMILAR TO MARCO'S ADOPTED SON. (Who also had a pikachu.)]

[DEEP BREATH MARCO, KEEP IT TOGETHER.]

The roads need to be clear for emergency personnel, and I don't know how dangerous it will be out.

What's your name, kid?

[Plz don't be any form of Tobias Hayes, or Grell is going to kill him.]

[Also that would make him get over there asap and be like "NOPE YOU STAY INDOORS AND DON'T COME OUT D:<"]

[It'll be fine.]

[Unless the kid has the glitch in his hand, and then yanno... Marco will be back to sobbing uncontrollably despite being a full grown adult planning bloody murder. As you do.]

[Locked / Text]

[fierybluebird]

[While Grell is in full PR mode:]

I'm safe. My wife was kidnapped a month ago, and they were using kids your age as hostages, so she would do what they wanted. I couldn't tell anyone before, because I didn't know who was working with them or how much they could read of the boards. R U OK?

[Private to Marco and whoever he might pick]

[wonderland_vogue]

It always is, darling, I'm always ready for new partners~ Just keep in mind, there's a very large friend of mine before hitting my home in the woods now, but he is docile and will lead you to me without incident.

Re: [Private to Marco and whoever he might pick]

[fierybluebird]

Be careful. Dave's psychic powers are making it difficult for me to do whatever I please.

[OH HOW HE LOATHES ADMITTING THAT.]