genessia | I thought he told you to get off his lawn [Action] [Backdated Jan 3]

I thought he told you to get off his lawn [Action] [Backdated Jan 3]

The Attleton talking head was clearly more perturbed than usual, given Frollo's unwavering dedication to peace and quiet. "This just in: apparently there have been confirmed reports of a blonde criminal vandalizing the city zoo. Shotgun blasts were heard, though no firearms were identified. Whether the assailant had accomplices has yet to be determined. Police advise everyone to remain clear of the area. More as this story develops."

Frollo rather liked the fact that of all the chaos going around in Genessia proper, God seemed to smile on his fair city in particular. Rare was the occasion when he condescended to watching the boob tube, but his assistants insisted. He turned it off with a weary sigh; his luck had apparently run out.

"Send the guards. I want that girl arrested, and any suspicious characters brought in for interrogation at once."

Once they left, Frollo rubbed his austere brow. With any luck, his ordnance, part from Attleton and a few things from Nova City would be of use to restoring the peace. Whatever was left, anyway.

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Sneaking into Attleton itself wasn't that hard. There was a security checkpoint set up just inside the Archway with a handful of armed guards meant to screen potential visitors but it was nothing Blake hadn't snuck through before.

After that, it was just a matter of sticking to the rooftops and shadows of the sleepy town. With luck, she and Sun would be in and out of town before the residents even knew they were there. Hopefully with Yang in tow.

At least, that was the hope until Blake stopped on the roof of a house, turning her head towards the telltale sound of sirens as the police force suddenly mobilized.

"... So much for quick and quiet."

Sun didn’t have any difficulty in keeping up. He’s long since picked up the skills necessary for sneaking around without being noticed. He too had been hoping to locate the blond huntress so they could get her back home. But when his ears caught the sound of the sirens..well. He knew that this could complicate things quite a bit.

He kept his guard up as he glanced around a bit. “That can’t possibly be for us, can it?” He was pretty sure no one had spotted them and if someone did, then they were pretty damn good at concealing themselves.

It was impressive. Even if she wasn't trying to lose him, Blake wasn't the easiest person to keep up with when she was going for speed and stealth like she was now. She'd spent years learning from the best, and had been quickly on track to becoming one of them herself.

One day, she'd have to ask him exactly where he'd trained.

For now, though, she was focused on those sirens, frowning in the direction of the lights and sounds, unaware that their rough location had been pinpointed.

"No, if they'd seen us they wouldn't have waited this long to raise the alarm." She stepped toward the edge of the roof. "Something must have happened. Something loud."

She turned, looking back over her shoulder at Sun. Was he thinking what she was thinking?

That was true. They wouldn’t be good at their jobs if they spotted them and still allowed them to get this far into their territory. That was unless they were planning on ambushing them or something, but that wouldn’t go down that well for them.

“Something loud..” He thought for a moment before meeting her gaze. It was definitely possible. It definitely could be Yang. But he wasn’t sure if they should get their hopes up or not. Either way, it was probably in their best interest to locate what was drawing the cops in.

“If it is Yang, she might need our help in getting out of here after drawing this kind of heat.” And if it isn’t Yang, then whoever was pulling all this attention would make it easier for them to move around and search, even if just for a little while.

Pat pat pat pat. Paramilitary feet stamped along the roads, eyes sharp for anything out of the ordinary. That's when one identified an outstretched tail. Unless the zoo incident had gotten really out of control, this wasn't normal.

The crackling sound of a radio interrupted the march. *crch* "Sir, unknown identified."

"Sir or ma'am, please step out-off of the rooftop."

Which left the choice. Either use the diversion as a chance to search the city, or follow it in hopes that Yang was involved. Blake already knew what choice she was going to make, and gave Sun a short nod before preparing to head toward the distraction.

... Except it looked like somebody else was making the choice for her.

The crackle of the radio reached her ears and she turned, looking down at the team that had spotted them. Damnit, how had they been tracked down this far away? No choice..

"We can't be brought in by them." She muttered, counting on Sun to be on the same page as her. Slowly, she stepped toward the edge... and then dashed backwards in a burst of speed, leaving a shadow duplicate of herself drifting toward the ground. Hopefully enough to distract the team for a getaway.

He paused for a second when he heard the crackle of the radio, then the request. Obviously they had to be speaking to them, unless there were two other people on the rooftops nearby. It was silly to think that this could all go off without a hitch, wasn’t it? He glanced over to Blake when she spoke and he gave her a little nod.

As soon as she dashed backwards, Sun turned too and started to run in the same direction. “Alright, so not so much in the clear.” He quickly leap to the next rooftop over with relative ease. He figured they were still going to try to find out where all the cops were going, just to see if it was Yang.

"How do you want to proceed, Blake?" He assumed their options were find a place to hideout or try to locate where all those other cops were being drawn to immediately.

Shadow people aren't common fare in the sprite's line of training, so one recruit popped off a few shots, perhaps too eagerly, just to be safe. The way the bullets passed through alerted them that an illusion had been offered in their place.

*crk* "Hostiles have fled the area, heading towards Fulsom street. Set up road blocks and be alert. Let's move!" The soldiers hurried back to their vehicle, whereupon they kept a close eye on their satellite, hoping to get a read on the fleeing assailants.

The report of gunfire didn't go unnoticed as Blake fled across the rooftops, and she glanced back over her shoulder, frowning.

So, they really weren't lucky enough for the squad to mean to just send them back out of the Archway. She glanced toward Sun as she kept going, curving her path around to start to head back toward where the sirens were going by a round a bout path.

"I'm not going back until I can confirm whether or not Yang is here." She narrowed her eyes. If Yang was here, she'd need help. "Nothing's changed. If she is here, then she'll need our help."

Well, hearing those gunshots made it abundantly clear that if they were caught, they’d more than likely be killed instead of sent away. This was just even more reason why the guy in charge of this place needed to be punted off of his position if he would let the police or guards of his cities be so gun-ho. If it had been the real Blake that had gotten shot, the guy would have gotten a pretty painful visit from him.

“Alright. We take out anyone stupid enough to try to block our path unless we see another option.” Basically fight if flight was really no option, especially if a barrage of bullets might be fired at them. He adjusted to follow her change of direction.

“Man. She’s going to have to give me two more gift certificates for the pizzeria after all this is over.” He’s kidding, of course.

While Blake and Sun had a squad tailing them, if their perception was good, they'd notice quite a few cars heading down to the recreational area of the place. Following them would undoubtedly lead them to the other commotion occurring in Attleton.

The guards wouldn't make it that easy for them. Rising from the streets below, whirring drones came out of the streets below. Quietly they hummed, and retinal scanners deployed green, holographic cones, looking for signs of the intruders with mechanical red eyes.

Mobilize they did. An armored van had rolled up in their general area, whereupon several figures in tactical gear stepped out, with various kinds of equipment. One, apparently the leader, made a few hand gestures, and they spread out.

"We have a code red; the wall has been breached. I repeat, we have a code red." One paramilitary person was absorbed in his GPS device, which had been modified somewhat so as to track unrecognized ne'er-do-wells in the city proper. The tool worked in tandem with a satellite on the van's roof as the area was swept for any unknown, potentially hostile threats.

"Sir! Two unknowns located about ten miles north-northeast!" The leader nodded in agreement before giving the orders to move out. Given the wonky nature of Genessian technology, it wasn't pinpoint accurate, but gave a general idea. And thus, they began to search the area.

Oh, Betelgeuse just could not resist messing with someone like this! He juiced himself into Frollo's presence, floating a few feet in the air, in a reclining position.

"Yo! You said you wanted to interrogate suspicious types. They don't come much more suspicious than me!"

"Profanation!"

The guns from the goons in the room immediately trained themselves on the morbid personage. Talking about BG, here.

Frollo's hand momentarily went to his pistol himself, before the man started being so...congenial. In a way.

"Hold your fire." He motioned the guards to lower their weapons. He took a moment to gather this thoughts, looking this strange new character over. Perhaps longer than necessary; the security implications for someone who could just port in ran deep.

After a while, he began. "Admission and...suspicion aren't often together." Still, Frollo couldn't arrest his scholarly curiosity of wanting to know more, even if it was less than welcome.

"Let's start with your name. I assume you know mine."

"Fire. Don't fire. Yeesh," Betelgeuse chuckled, shaking his head. "Might as well save your bullets, since I'm already dead. NOPE! I have no clue who you are. As for me, well, you can call me BJ. That's not my name, but, since I can't say my name (it's a magic thing), BJ will do. Good ta meet ya."

Frollo searched his thoughts, seeing if he could connect anything with the details given so far, but quickly gave up; the vanity of trying to make sense of the chaos outweighed his scholastic enthusiasm.

At any rate, he had gotten a name. Politeness would suggest Frollo offer his, but he got the feeling his guest didn't care, and with what he said about names being hidden, perhaps it was better to leave that way. Now for his (its?) quest.

"Very well. Why are you here?"

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"I don't know. You said you wanted to talk to suspicious people," Betelgeuse said, grinning. "You a priest or something? I haven't seen someone in a get up like that in centuries!"

Well, there were modern priests, but it really wasn't the same, in Betelgeuse's opinion.

Centuries? Well, it made sense. If he couldn't die, then the years he bore witness to must be many. And yet, his demeanor seemed entirely more cheery than Frollo's, whose world-weariness seemed to outdo this spirit's at a mere score and sixteen. Perhaps being confined to the physical realm left a man mad, like an inmate never to see beyond his cell.

"An archdeacon. You're an intriguing spirit and, God help me, had you a patience as immortal as yourself, I'd wring what secrets you could divulge." Gloom and excitement spoke through these intentions.

Somberly, he turned toward his monitors, wicked windows of worry. "However, more immediate concerns raise their ugly heads. That's the curse of my position. Will you indulge a visit when things are not thus?"

"Hey, I'm willing to tell ya stuff, though keep in mind, I'm not a native. Things are probably a lot different here, than home," Betelgeuse said, shrugging. Frankly, he could tell the guy things that would turn his hair white, which would be fun! "Hey, I'll come back, whenever ya like. You could hear my confession! It's been centuries, after all...but, uh, what are these 'concerns' of yours? What's with the tv's?"

Betelgeuse floated around so he could look at Frollo's monitors, idly indulging curiosity.

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