PART TWO

[enemyencounter.livejournal.com]

[ Okay, so you got out of the mansion. Great, right? Now you can go on home to whatever hut you live in, and...



Uh.

Wow. This is definitely not your island. And the drone of monsters just outside the fence doesn't sound like any dingo you've ever heard.

Speaking of, does that sound like someone you know? ]

[ ooc; Phase two! YOU MAY NOW TAG THIS POST WITH 4TH WALL ZOMBIES. Of course, feel free to continue threading in the mansion post! However, this post marks the beginning of the city phase. ]

Comments

[17-going-on-8.livejournal.com]

...right.

I have three soccer balls in my belt that I can launch off, though hopefully there's enough debris. [Does not like using his ammo.] How fast can you run?

[bitchcrafts.livejournal.com]

Fast enough that I'm not a liability, don't worry.

[17-going-on-8.livejournal.com]

Even with those shoes? [Looking at his own shoes, debating the pros and cons of charging them now.]

[bitchcrafts.livejournal.com]

Yes, I'll be fine. Boots aren't hard to run in and I'm not clumsy.

[17-going-on-8.livejournal.com]

I was worried more about the heels, but if you say you can handle it, it's fine.

[bitchcrafts.livejournal.com]

They've handled far worse. Anyway...

[17-going-on-8.livejournal.com]

...right.

Brightside is this should give us a better idea on our situation. We should also look around City Hall for any emergency reports. [Folding up the map.]

[bitchcrafts.livejournal.com]

Are you sure we'll find something useful there...? It could be a trap.

[17-going-on-8.livejournal.com]

The thing about traps is to trap someone, they have to find out they're trapped.

In which case, the person tips their hand completely.

[bitchcrafts.livejournal.com]

I'd like to think our captor here is a little craftier than that.

[17-going-on-8.livejournal.com]

Doesn't matter how crafty they are.

It'll tell me enough. [He's run into traps enough on his own.]

[bitchcrafts.livejournal.com]

Very well, little knight, show me how much you can learn from this farce.

[17-going-on-8.livejournal.com]

[Nods.] But first... [Pulls a...button? Out of his pocket.] Keep this on your person.

[bitchcrafts.livejournal.com]

What is it?

[17-going-on-8.livejournal.com]

Tracker. So I can find you if we get separated. It links up to my glasses.

[bitchcrafts.livejournal.com]

.. Hmm. [ slipping it into her jacket pocket ]

Then it's only fair you take one of my butterflies in return.

[17-going-on-8.livejournal.com]

[Nods.] Can it survive in a pocket? The glowing would be a hindrance right now.

[bitchcrafts.livejournal.com]

It's magic. [ one flies off her fingertips and over to you ] It can't just die.

[17-going-on-8.livejournal.com]

...I did crush one. [But will take it and put it in his pocket.]

[bitchcrafts.livejournal.com]

Well, it didn't stay dead, did it?

[17-going-on-8.livejournal.com]

Who could prove it was the same butterfly?

[bitchcrafts.livejournal.com]

Your own eyes?

[17-going-on-8.livejournal.com]

... [A bit of a smile.]

So long as you can keep track of me, that's all that matters.

[He's tucking in his shirt to make it easier to grab his belt when needed and then kneeling down to turn the dials on his shoes.] We should get ready to go. Longer we wait, the harder it'll be.

[bitchcrafts.livejournal.com]

Understood.

[17-going-on-8.livejournal.com]

Hmmm, one thing. [Running back into the kitchen and coming back with two firing pans and two big knives, holding one of each to Beatrice.] Better to have some weapons.