Thirty-Third Reel: tying up loose ends [CLOSED]

[redcinemareel]

Who: Grell, Namur, Rip, Rowan(??), Lydia for after
When: During the masquerade, but back before the fireworks end. It's nighttime.
Where: somewhere in Genessia City, a later private affair in Everglade
What: Grell really wants a book she read during her kidnapping months ago. Oh, and she wants to run out a local mob and take over their business. You know, Family Things. She also has something special for Lydia.

[Action: locked to Namur, Rip, and Rowan] On a rooftop overlooking a rather plain building, Grell is dressed in all black, yet won't even bother tying back her length of hair. It just felt odd to keep it neat after all this time of fighting with it loose. Below she can see a few of the people she's been keeping tabs on for most of the night. A smirk shows on her face, glad to know that some things are going according to plan. "They're running their operations in the baasement of this office building. It's a smart move, really. People stay inside after hours, so no one questions their comings and goings. Plus, you can easily see inside their windows. Who's going to bother looking underneath?" She turns to the rest of the crew, grinning at the possibility of some real action that has nothing to do with her job. "No one escapes the building alive. I'll take a few elsewhere. I've got a deal to make. We need to be back at the masquerade before the fireworks end. Any questions?" [Later, in Everglade: locked to Lydia] [Voice message] Lydia, dear. Could you come outside? I have a gift for you~! [Indeed, outside wherever the door to her wonderland is, Grell will be standing in the forest clearing with a few goons tied up and gagged, wriggling to try and get free.]

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[wonderland_vogue]

[It's not normal that she gets calls to come outside of her lovely little home, nor remotely common from her of all people. But she was promised a gift and there's only one thing that could be.

Thus she's grinning as a door is suddenly appearing on the outside of the building where it hadn't been previously, Lydia not bothering much for changing appearances for this sort of thing, best to put the fear of whatever into them, right?

But never has there been a lich as smug as she is right now.]

Oh my~ Now how did I earn this lovely gift?

[redcinemareel]

[Grell wasn't expecting to be seeing this version of Lydia come out, but now that she has, it's all starting to fall into place. At least, in terms of those previous posts on the network a while back. Far from being scared, Grell grins brightly, unlike her "gifts", who start to freak out at the sight of the lich. Oh, yes, better to start now~!] Well, I thought of the agreement between you and my husband during my absence, and thought I could add in myself to the mix. But, I do have a request in return. [One of the men tried to inch their way away like a worm from the group, which prompts Grell to leap the distance they moved and picked them up with one hand and walked back over, placing him gently back where she put him the first time. Naughty thing.] I'd like their bodies when you're done.

[Action!]

[singinghuntress]

A little break from the party never hurt anyone, especially when the break involved a little target practice. Rip was still dressed in her gown for the evening as she stood near Grell and the others on the rooftop. Beside her was her musket, primed and ready to shoot.

"Kill all zhat try to escape. It zeems pretty straight forvard to me."

[Action!]

[om_nom_namur]

Namur had an arm around Rip's waist, but occasionally he sniffed around, essentially looking for Rowan to arrive. He was also still dressed in his masquerade garb, but thankfully he hadn't gone with anything too elaborate. He shrugged, tilting his head from side to side to loosen up his neck.

"We'll track 'em down, no problem," he said. "Rowan oughta be here any minute with some earbuds. Got their own private frequency an' they ain't traceable on the network."

[gip_u202]

[As if on cue, a certain petite blonde figure hauled herself up over the edge of the rooftop with a little grunt of effort, the immense, wicked-looking claws currently replacing what should be a pair of delicate hands making this manner of meeting up with her 'crew' so much easier than trying to make her way through the festivities still going on indoors. Rowan had obviously not come from the masquerade proper, judging by her modest--and in fact, almost disreputable-looking--clothing this evening... Not to mention the fact that she'd just scaled a building rather than bother with all the fuss of the party itself.

Straightening up, she headed over towards Rip and Namur while giving the redhead apparently leading this whole circus a respectful nod of greeting, and fished a few sets of earbuds out from the pocket of her battered old bluejeans a moment later.]

Here are the headsets, as requested... Now, what the hell are we supposed to be doing? I heard something about "killing everyone."

[The remark made her chuckle, one brow raising inquisitively as she cast a glance between the assembled figures.]

And at such a fancy party, too... Should I have worn my furs?

FOR SOME REASON I NEVER GOT A NOTIF?? D: sorry I'm late!

[redcinemareel]

[Once someone came over the ledge of the building, Grell tensed and readied for an attack, but is...pleasantly surprised to know the newcomer is with them. Okay, she wasn't expecting that. Like, at all. Grell relaxes and returns the nod with her own, taking the earbuds with appreciation.] You're correct. [Grell places the earbud into her ear.] You must be Rowan. [She looks to her watch.] No one leaves this building alive. I may take a few of them somewhere else, but they won't cause future problems. Everyone must be back at the party before the fireworks end. If not, you're getting an earful from me if you get caught. [Because she'll have to spend bail money on your butts.] Rowan and Namur, you two will take the side entrance over there. [She points over to the side of the building.] Rip, stay here and take out any targets that try to escape. I'll go through the front door. [Grell goes to the edge and steps up to it, looking down on the city.] Ready?