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Orion felt his throat grow tight as Blackest Night's departure wore on - for the last time departing Roleplay Town and KHI, for the first and only time leaving the mortal plane. Although Orion wasn't overly sentimental, and didn't place any real value in Night's body once life left it, he still felt the Roleplaying great deserved more than to be left on the street. He already had blood on his clothing, so Orion picked up the body, careful not to jostle it around too much or treat it too roughly. At the very least, he knew he was in the presence of people whose opinions he valued, and one of whom was a friend to Night himself.
"Depends. There's still a lot to discuss. We can talk as we move," Orion said, and began walking east. Orion expected Ulti and Wehrmact to follow him, for as the only other moderator and administrator actually in Roleplay Town, they would at least be partially tasked with mopping up any mess that unfolded in that part of the city. The rest he didn't ask to follow him along, but he would let them do as they may. Mistearea had already left, Eva looked drained from her efforts, and the usually inquisitive Omni was likely to follow.
Orion led the solemn march east, and spoke: "Sean deserves more than to be left on the street. His old home now belongs to Prophet, but he's only occasionally in town at the best of times - I don't even think he's been here for half a year. We know what killed Sean, so there's little to be gained by handing him in for autopsy. I figure we may as well lay him to rest in a familiar place - he said himself that Roleplay Town's a lot different to how he left it."
"I'm still trying to understand why whoever blew out the bridge did just that. It's overkill as a means to prevent an ambulance getting to Roleplay Town, since they have the means to stop at least one. Unless," Orion slowed for a moment, head bowed as a realisation struck him, "they blew the bridge so as to prevent any more ambulances getting here, or any other services and assistance for that matter, at least via the bridge."
Orion adjusted Sean's body on his shoulder, in an attempt to make him resemble a limp sack of potatoes as little as possible. "However, we all know the bridge isn't the only way of getting to the Creative Isle. There are public and private boats, personal helicopters, and the subway. If our explosive friends are looking to disconnect Creative Isle - and by extension, Roleplay Town - from the rest of KHI, their next move has to be to strike at the subway, in at least two places."
Orion recalled the rough layout of the publicly-accessible underground - the KHI train network was a rough circle that snaked through all sections of the city. Each sub-island of KHI had two spots where the tunnels left the underground completely and went underwater. "The tunnels at the east and west ends of Creative Isle. Hit them at the right spot, and you can both collapse the part of the tunnels and flood much more of them."
Orion pulled out his phone to unlock it, then immediately put it back in his breast pocket, his invisible neutral tendrils igniting signals that buttons would otherwise spark, reading the screen without eyes. "They haven't struck yet," he said, "So now would be an ideal time to investigate, see if they do plan on blowing the subway tunnels, or if they hoped the bridge demolition was enough to keep people away. "
He looked over his to shoulder Wehrmacht on his left. "Boss, I'll need to speak with you in private about... A little bit of everything." He then looked to his right, over Sean's slumped body, to Ulti, Omni and - to his surprise - Eva. He was impressed that she doggedly came with them, perhaps wishing to see Sean laid to rest even after her efforts to save him had failed. Orion briefly put on a deadpan voice in a higher tone, briefly mimicking a flight attendant: "In the unlikely event of an emergency, It'd be good to have at least a couple of people down there, with the right equipment. Speaking of such, I'll have the Lemmings cook something up for you. Give them a few minutes.
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Two minutes later, the whole group swerved around when they heard a scraping noise coming from somewhere behind them and to their left. Down in the gutters, from out of a storm drain, something resembling a glorified skateboard was being wedged out, evidently a little big to fit smoothly through the horizontal space. Correctly assuming it constituted at least part of their 'equipment' both Omni and Ulti approached it, and lifted it between them, while Eva watched from a distance.
Its flat, carbon-fibre surface was roughly coffin-shaped, six feet long and two wide. Screwed to its underside were two rectangles of the same material, such that if you looked at the thing from the front or rear, it looked like the Greek letter and mathematical symbol 'pi' stretched horizontally. Bolted on to the bottom of these rectangles were in total four small wheels, and bolted onto the front of the top surface was a cable spool and hefty-looking hook. On the two diagonal sides at the front were bolted handles, at the rear of it was a rope with a loop in its end, about a metre and a half long.
Orion explained: "I need a small team working together: One of you will be the person walking into the potential deathtrap, the other will be in some utility vehicle or another with a front or rear cable and hook. Whoever takes the goofy skateboard with them walks with it alongside them on a rail. If any danger strikes, you jump on it and press the button on the side of the spool, it'll start reeling you in."
"The person in the car at the same time starts reeling in their own cable while driving away from any disruption. As for the third person, it'd be good to have someone on lookout or something - if people know of your involvement in tonight's attack on the Academy, they might target you further. Best to rely on strength in numbers."
With each sentence, Ulti's and Omni's faced changed in different ways. Ulti's came to more and more resemble a you've-got-to-be-kidding expression, while Omni looked like he might even enjoy the escapade. Eva's face was stoic, steadfast, apparently already consigning herself to some further duty. If Roleplay Town was to be further disconnected, they might all find themselves stepping up and into to jobs they'd never considered filling.
"The two hooks will also be interlocked, effectively more-than-doubling the distance you can travel into the suspect areas of the tunnels and the speed with which you can get out of there. The Lemmings tell me there's a suitable car between here and the Roleplay Town subway station. I'll have them unlock it for you as well as open up the maintenance access to the tunnels, that way you can drive down into them and get to either target tunnel quicker. Oh, with the boss' permission, of course," Orion finished, nodding to Wehrmacht.
"Depends. There's still a lot to discuss. We can talk as we move," Orion said, and began walking east. Orion expected Ulti and Wehrmact to follow him, for as the only other moderator and administrator actually in Roleplay Town, they would at least be partially tasked with mopping up any mess that unfolded in that part of the city. The rest he didn't ask to follow him along, but he would let them do as they may. Mistearea had already left, Eva looked drained from her efforts, and the usually inquisitive Omni was likely to follow.
Orion led the solemn march east, and spoke: "Sean deserves more than to be left on the street. His old home now belongs to Prophet, but he's only occasionally in town at the best of times - I don't even think he's been here for half a year. We know what killed Sean, so there's little to be gained by handing him in for autopsy. I figure we may as well lay him to rest in a familiar place - he said himself that Roleplay Town's a lot different to how he left it."
"I'm still trying to understand why whoever blew out the bridge did just that. It's overkill as a means to prevent an ambulance getting to Roleplay Town, since they have the means to stop at least one. Unless," Orion slowed for a moment, head bowed as a realisation struck him, "they blew the bridge so as to prevent any more ambulances getting here, or any other services and assistance for that matter, at least via the bridge."
Orion adjusted Sean's body on his shoulder, in an attempt to make him resemble a limp sack of potatoes as little as possible. "However, we all know the bridge isn't the only way of getting to the Creative Isle. There are public and private boats, personal helicopters, and the subway. If our explosive friends are looking to disconnect Creative Isle - and by extension, Roleplay Town - from the rest of KHI, their next move has to be to strike at the subway, in at least two places."
Orion recalled the rough layout of the publicly-accessible underground - the KHI train network was a rough circle that snaked through all sections of the city. Each sub-island of KHI had two spots where the tunnels left the underground completely and went underwater. "The tunnels at the east and west ends of Creative Isle. Hit them at the right spot, and you can both collapse the part of the tunnels and flood much more of them."
Orion pulled out his phone to unlock it, then immediately put it back in his breast pocket, his invisible neutral tendrils igniting signals that buttons would otherwise spark, reading the screen without eyes. "They haven't struck yet," he said, "So now would be an ideal time to investigate, see if they do plan on blowing the subway tunnels, or if they hoped the bridge demolition was enough to keep people away. "
He looked over his to shoulder Wehrmacht on his left. "Boss, I'll need to speak with you in private about... A little bit of everything." He then looked to his right, over Sean's slumped body, to Ulti, Omni and - to his surprise - Eva. He was impressed that she doggedly came with them, perhaps wishing to see Sean laid to rest even after her efforts to save him had failed. Orion briefly put on a deadpan voice in a higher tone, briefly mimicking a flight attendant: "In the unlikely event of an emergency, It'd be good to have at least a couple of people down there, with the right equipment. Speaking of such, I'll have the Lemmings cook something up for you. Give them a few minutes.
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Two minutes later, the whole group swerved around when they heard a scraping noise coming from somewhere behind them and to their left. Down in the gutters, from out of a storm drain, something resembling a glorified skateboard was being wedged out, evidently a little big to fit smoothly through the horizontal space. Correctly assuming it constituted at least part of their 'equipment' both Omni and Ulti approached it, and lifted it between them, while Eva watched from a distance.
Its flat, carbon-fibre surface was roughly coffin-shaped, six feet long and two wide. Screwed to its underside were two rectangles of the same material, such that if you looked at the thing from the front or rear, it looked like the Greek letter and mathematical symbol 'pi' stretched horizontally. Bolted on to the bottom of these rectangles were in total four small wheels, and bolted onto the front of the top surface was a cable spool and hefty-looking hook. On the two diagonal sides at the front were bolted handles, at the rear of it was a rope with a loop in its end, about a metre and a half long.
Orion explained: "I need a small team working together: One of you will be the person walking into the potential deathtrap, the other will be in some utility vehicle or another with a front or rear cable and hook. Whoever takes the goofy skateboard with them walks with it alongside them on a rail. If any danger strikes, you jump on it and press the button on the side of the spool, it'll start reeling you in."
"The person in the car at the same time starts reeling in their own cable while driving away from any disruption. As for the third person, it'd be good to have someone on lookout or something - if people know of your involvement in tonight's attack on the Academy, they might target you further. Best to rely on strength in numbers."
With each sentence, Ulti's and Omni's faced changed in different ways. Ulti's came to more and more resemble a you've-got-to-be-kidding expression, while Omni looked like he might even enjoy the escapade. Eva's face was stoic, steadfast, apparently already consigning herself to some further duty. If Roleplay Town was to be further disconnected, they might all find themselves stepping up and into to jobs they'd never considered filling.
"The two hooks will also be interlocked, effectively more-than-doubling the distance you can travel into the suspect areas of the tunnels and the speed with which you can get out of there. The Lemmings tell me there's a suitable car between here and the Roleplay Town subway station. I'll have them unlock it for you as well as open up the maintenance access to the tunnels, that way you can drive down into them and get to either target tunnel quicker. Oh, with the boss' permission, of course," Orion finished, nodding to Wehrmacht.
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