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Sato ([personal profile] infinite1up) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2016-12-17 09:05 pm

"I love it when a plan comes together!"

Who: Members of the City Guard, Sato, and a few others
What: Catchall for everything associated with Assault on Guard HQ
Where: City Guard HQ
When: From after Sato's network post through the next morning.
Warnings: Many violences, much death (likely mostly Sato's), wow.
synthedick: (♠ underground undercover)

Redirection [first spiral, 1401; closed to Rey]

[personal profile] synthedick 2016-12-18 09:14 am (UTC)(link)
Though he's not keen on this riot business at all, Nick isn't about to let it go without making an appearance, not when some maniac is trying to start trouble with the Guard. There's pride involved: not just in his position with the group, but also in the people he works with, Maketh and Henry and all they've built. They've made sacrifices, put their health on the line for people, gone above and beyond when it comes to clearing the streets and keeping those who can't fight safe. Some folks might be reluctant to believe they do any good, but the Guard serves a purpose, has a function within the city. Nick has seen it time and time again.

Unfortunately, as he told Bianca so long ago, letting people walk around doing whatever they want defeats that purpose, especially if it comes at the cost of someone else. They might have no real authority other than what they're given by the denizens of Hadriel, but if what little respect some people have for them helps them keep the peace when things run amok, then that's better than nothing. Like everything, it's a work in progress.

And with this riot and whatever the hell the gods are up to this time, that progress might be set back. While Nick is a fair shot, he's no fighter like Henry, no soldier like Maketh. What he tends to bring is a level head and the hope that things can be settled without too much bloodshed.

So the morning of the supposed assault, he's up early, well before his first patrol. The fish (now in his room, thanks to visitors looking to murder the little guy just for being an animal) has been fed, his outfit has been donned. With his cane in hand, he rounds the corner into the den to head for the front door—

And he stops, spotting his roommate already up. Correction: she's been up for well over a day now, seemingly refusing to sleep. While he suspects that that, too, might have something to do with the gods, he hasn't asked her about it yet. The other possibility is that the thought of IV being in the city is still keeping her awake at night. He wouldn't doubt that.

Better do it now, just in case he doesn't get the chance later. "Up all night again?"
circumitus: We know how you feel. (kid you're lost in the wheel)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-12-19 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
While IV remains a concern not yet banished from Rey's thoughts, that isn't the reason she is up now. Though the bubbling ire has been an ever-present peeve on her mind, she pushes that from the forefront in favor of more pressing priorities.

That is, until she hears Nick's voice call from across the room just as she reaches for the front doorknob.

For someone who's about to walk straight into an unknown combat zone, Rey appears under-prepared. She isn't sporting any of her guns, no protective wears. Only a sixteen-inch kukri, which hangs at her hip, attached to her belt. It's always good to have some backup -- just not the kind that can get killed.

"Busy. Heading out," she says. Short and straight to the point, since she doubts that she needs to explain to Nick what needs to be taken care of.

Or, rather, who.
synthedick: (♠ getting technical)

[personal profile] synthedick 2016-12-19 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
Though he does note how ill-prepared for a fight she seems, Nick knows better than to doubt Rey's combat prowess. She can be a real firecracker when it comes to a brawl, after all. While she's openly armed, he has his pistol tucked away, the sword hanging from his belt hidden beneath his coat. He's hoping things don't come to blows, but fortune favors the prepared, especially when someone decides they want to stir up trouble. It's one thing for the gods to manipulate them; it's another beast entirely for someone as trapped as the rest of them to do the same, using people and giving the gods a free meal at the same time.

A whole lot of senseless violence, all because someone got bored. And people wonder why the Guard can't get a damn thing done.

"You headed my way?" Nick asks, knowing good and well what she might be doing, but not sure of where she'll be doing it. He's read the reports on this guy, and while Rey might not be the most proactive member of the Guard, she is more reliable than she'd give herself credit for. If there's a fight, she'll be there.
circumitus: I ONLY KNOW HOLA. (EVERYONE IS SPEAKING SPANISH)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-12-19 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Headed his way. That sounds about as good an idea as Rey could expect.

Her attention cracks to Nick, just staring at him for the initial seconds. Of course he isn't going to just sit this out. And neither is she, insomnia be damned.

"No," she then says curtly. "Going a different way."

The way her abilities work, she doesn't function well as a group like she does when flying solo.
synthedick: (♣ public knowledge)

[personal profile] synthedick 2016-12-20 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
Nick sees the way she stares him down; he gets the feeling he knows what that look is about, too.

"Yeah? And which way is that?"

He trusts she can take care of herself, but it never hurts to know where she's going, just in case she doesn't come back.
circumitus: Otherwise you'd be a dad by now. (thank god you're gay)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-12-20 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Outside. Keeping a lookout for something. From a distance."

She is being curt and precise for a reason, though irritability and impatience sure doesn't help matters.
synthedick: (♠ old guns)

[personal profile] synthedick 2016-12-20 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
He's sure she's in no mood for explaining herself -- even less than usual -- so he takes a stab at it.

"For his 'help.'"
circumitus: Keep up the good work. (it's a 12/12/12 miracle)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-12-20 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
Rey nods.

"Seen what it can do. That thing could tear into people like they're made of guacamole."

If it could rip apart the Working Joes as easy as it had in the tunnels, no doubt it would be a threat to those on the Guard. Especially if they can't see it coming.
synthedick: (♣ taking independence)

[personal profile] synthedick 2016-12-20 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
His immediate instinct is to worry; he swallows that down without a word. She can take care of herself, but knowing she's going up against something that can 'tear into people like they're made of guacamole' isn't comforting in the least. She's got experience with it though, so she's the best candidate to handle it. He's got plenty of other things to worry about.

"All right," he says finally. "Just be careful."

And with that, he heads for the door himself.
circumitus: (503): forewarning i'll probably have done those drugs with you (i wanna bring you to show and tell)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-12-20 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
If one good thing has come out of Rey being what she is, she was built to last. She was also tailored to take on things bigger and supposedly stronger than herself. That's just who and what she is.

Nick is different. Just from the look of him alone, he's got an expiration date that he is sometimes too quick to expedite. When he makes for the door, Rey throws her arm out between him and the way out.

"You're not putting yourself in the middle of a firefight, just so we're clear." And it isn't a request that she is making to Nick now.
Edited 2016-12-20 14:31 (UTC)
synthedick: (♠ data recovery)

[personal profile] synthedick 2016-12-20 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
While he can't say he hadn't expected some resistance to his participation in this, Nick is surprised Rey is outright stopping him. That wasn't a suggestion she offered, or a remark laced with worry; that was an order.

He raises an eyebrow as he glances her way, leaning on his cane as he returns Rey's statement with one of his own. "Really."
circumitus: You owe me waffles (sunrise bitch.)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-12-21 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
She eyes him, first looking down at his bum leg before meeting Nick in the eye again with an expression that screams 'Are you fucking kidding me?'

"This guy doesn't die. Rather, all killing him would do is help him spring back to life. I've seen it." Rey lowers her arm to her side. "That isn't someone you just go at, guns blazing."

How you're supposed to approach this situation, even she isn't sure. Her experience doesn't exactly involve dealing with people who just don't die.

Still, she's had plenty of time to mull over her options.
synthedick: (♣ human error)

[personal profile] synthedick 2016-12-21 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
Nick sees that look; his brow knits together.

"I can't just let the others go this alone, Rey. Not when someone is trying to tear down all we've built up. He might not be alone, and if there's any chance we can convince some of the others to just turn around and walk away..."
circumitus: its people like u that make people like me go to rehab. he has a lazy eye for christ sakes. (your girlfriend is a south jersey whore)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-12-21 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
It's hard to argue, because in a way Rey gets where Nick is coming from. He can't sit this out any more than she can.

"Fine, if you think you can try and talk any of his backup out of this mess." If anyone can handle the diplomatic part of things, it's Nick. "Just try to avoid Sato directly. Okay? You won't be any good to anyone if you're... gone."

She doesn't want to say 'dead' -- not because she doesn't think it's possible for a synthetic, but the worst case scenario is too much to think about.
synthedick: (♠ the price of memory)

[personal profile] synthedick 2016-12-22 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
He sighs, his eyes flicking away from Rey for a moment. If he's gone, he'll be doing about as well as if he stood by and did nothing at all.

No, it's actually worse if he's gone, especially when they don't know if Hope could even bring him back in one piece. The god managed it with IV, but she was a lot more human than Nick... well, in appearances, maybe. The point is that the Guard aren't the only ones who depend on him -- Rey might have other friends around the city, but the two of them are family. They're in this together.

And he can't be there for her if he's not there at all. The creases of his worn face knit together as he brings his gaze back to Rey and lets her make the call.

"And if there's no other way to do this?"
circumitus: (goddammit you're a loose cannon)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-12-22 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
"That isn't an option," she retorts. "Find a way to neutralize someone in a way that won't kill them, like nerve gas or..."

Rey stops, blinking at empty space for a few seconds. She recalls hearing about what happened during the riots back in her world. How crowd control was maintained efficiently without any lethal effects. It was still cruel, inhumane, and resulted in permanent damage to the senses, but at least they were alive.

Of course, it would take time. More than what they have now. And there might not be the proper ingredients in the shops in the right amounts... They'd have to go to the gods then, wouldn't they?

Pinching the bridge of her nose, she sighs. "If nothing else, I'll need to make arrangements for some... insurance, in the future. After all this shit is said and done."
synthedick: (♠ data recovery)

[personal profile] synthedick 2016-12-22 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
Nick knows what she means by that -- most insurance these days has to come from whatever the gods will provide them with, and everything comes with a price.

"There's no talking Sato out of this, is there?"

Because all his responses on the network absolutely pointed to 'no.' He's not interested in anything but his own agenda, no matter who gets hurt -- and if Nick is at the headquarters, that might be an inevitability.
Edited 2016-12-22 04:31 (UTC)
circumitus: You owe me waffles (sunrise bitch.)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-12-22 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
Price isn't a concern. Depending on the god in question, Rey is fairly certain that she can handle the price in the end.

She scoffs at Nick's question.

"Not a chance. He thinks this is fun."

And she highly doubts he'd appreciate anyone meddling with that so-called 'fun'.
synthedick: (♣ taking independence)

[personal profile] synthedick 2016-12-22 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
"I had a feeling." He's only spoken to the guy once before all this came up, and he was putting on this nice-old-man act at the time. His gut usually tells him when something seems off, but Nick had been busy with all the new arrivals and IV; he hadn't suspected a thing from the old man sitting near the Guard headquarters. He can kick himself for his misjudgment later.

He looks to Rey's arm, still blocking his way to the door, his glowing eyes laden with conflict. The Guard has been a big part of his life in Hadriel: they've given him something to build on, an outlet for making the city a better place. People knock them for having no real authority, but the good they do is evident with every new batch of arrivals, with every time the town goes into chaos because the gods got hungry. It might not be much, but it's something.

And then there's Rey, someone he cares about more than anyone in the entire city. She's his family, someone who understands more about what he is than even he does sometimes. They've been good for one another, with her keeping him in one piece, while he does the same for her -- even if it's literal in his sense and figurative in hers. They both know the other can take care of themselves, but... this is different. She wouldn't stop him if this was just business as usual.

His mouth pulls into a thin line as he sighs again, and puts his trust in her judgment. "All right. What do you want me to do?"
circumitus: Because you're marine grade... You rascal. (you need 400 proof or marine proof)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-12-24 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
It means a lot that Nick is asking her that, and Rey knows how much it means to the both of them. Means that they trust each other. That he's putting faith in her judgment by not throwing himself into a fray that he may or may not come out of.

She thinks a moment, and then nods -- more to herself this time.

"You might not be able to talk Sato out of it, but if there's a chance you can talk to any of his 'help', if they're reasonable... I'm sure you have a better chance with them than with him."

After all, it isn't like the Guard are as much of a threat as his dramatic speech declared. But not everyone would see it that way, because authority is still authority no matter how it's dressed up. Nick ought to get that.