(Loyalty Is,) Behind Door 17

[Sonnie Wu]

"Guess you could say Meg should have quit while she was... a head?" She looked about, vaguely waiting for a chuckle or something. No? Nothing? Maybe this isn't the best place to try and lighten the mood, Sonnie.

Her Goblin Fruit was tossed back to her by Yamiyo of all people. How did she get it? The Beast looked the dream-a-drupe over, then shrugged and pocketed it.

After a quick scan of the area, she flicked her wrist, and her quarterstaff shrunk back down to a mere foot in length. It, too, was tucked away on her person. "Okay, in all seriousness, though. We all need to get the holy heck out of here. Circe's gunfire is gonna attract mortal attention. The cops could be on their way already."

Sonnie looked in shock at Circe and Rhodes, "Uh, you know there's a bunch of innocent mortal prisoners in there, right? Won't tossing live dynamite through the door put them at risk?"

[Circe]

"Eh, don't see why it would. One stick might take out a tool shed. A barn? Three sticks will wreck the insides, maybe set it on fire depends on what's inside. Not blow it sky high. I gotta use these on something," Circe takes out said extra dynamite for emphasis, "Also, cops are WHY I had the suppressor. Oh wait," Circe goes down onto a knee beside Meg and starts patting the headless corpse down, "Loot the corpses. Fer keys or notes or shit."

It is difficult since she has only one hand free as her right is holding the dynamite, "Also whoever guillotined her? I owe ya booze."

Circe will try to search Meg's corpse quickly and is all for reopening the gate to dispose of both corpses and explosives.

[Seraphina]

She couldn’t help it, a small smile appeared, “More than just a little bit I’m afraid.” But it was their inside joke.

But he was right, they needed to get out of here. They could have drawn attention both from here, and through the door. “Can someone carry Anatole out?” she asks, sliding Rhodes arm around her shoulder and standing. Fully intended to help him out.

While Sonnie made some good points, “I don’t want to injure innocent people, but we need to cut off this gate for now. Stop anyone else from trying to come through and maybe taking out some of her soldiers in the process.” Hurting the innocent was never a good option, but, they had no other ones.

[Rhodes]

"We know. We've seen them," Rhodes snaps back at Sonnie through gritted teeth, "but there's a limit to what we can do right no-" he gasps in pain, wincing. "It sends a message. Sows Fear. We need that. We need them to be afraid of us. It's all Ann will understand. But you are right on one thing. We need to leave."

Slowly, with Sera's help, he rises to his feet. "I suppose so..." He chuckles, masking the pain for a moment. Rhodes leans on her, heavier than he would like, and looks at her gratefully, before glancing to James and Sonnie. "Help Anatole. Please."

He looks to Circe. "Do it."

[Saber Sloth]

The night stretches out around them, the bodies cooling in the air, blood pooling. Bobby's still got a grip on Iron Meg's very dead, and very decapitated head. He's grinning, more a baring of teeth then a showing of glee.

Circe and her dynamite and there was an open Door.

Dex+Athletics if you wanna throw the dynamite!

[James Turner]

James was still entirely catatonic, frozen in place starring down at the guard in front of him. Seeing red life pool beneath his body, seeing the spark of animation just leave his eyes. One moment there was life, light, and possibility in those eyes and now suddenly it was just snuffed out like a candle in the dark. His ragged breathing was growing more and more steady as the exertion of the quick but deadly conflict slowly recovered.


The dull ache of his wounds throbbed throughout his body, a painful yet pleasant reminder that he was alive. That this was life, this was real, almost relishing the pain. The chaos of everyone around entirely lost on him as the only sounds he could hear were that of his own thudding heartbeat between his ears and a slow, dull, whine in the background.

[Circe]

Circe then smirks, "So let's open her up and have a blast."

Once the bodies are inside Circe will count down before she lazily lights, then tosses in the dynamite. The delayed timing plus the fuse should out last the door's open time.

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Date		Action		Roll		Result
2020-09-06 22:49:38		Circe rolls 4 to Dex 3 + Ath 1 (10 Again)		10, 2, 9, 2, 7		2 successes

[Saber Sloth]

Circe throws the dynamite! The sparking fuse a signal flare!

Passed the bodies, into the Door Room, it smacks into the far wall, dropping only to roll a bit onto the floor.

They have some times before the fuse reaches the body of the explosive. The few that are in the liminal space between Here and There have time to retreat back into the Mortal side of things, and the Gate closes behind them. Locking the explosion to the Hedge, and their enemy's operations....and to perhaps whatever innocents might have been kept far too close to the Door room...

But for those who witness, and settle into the aftermath, what else is there for them to do....

Circe Origins you'll need to roll for a Clarity 5 sin, 3dice!

If you want to, or feel like your character needs to for witnessing, or participating in what just happened you can also roll for Clarity

[Yamiyo Lillich]

Her attempt to help the poor guard having been in vain, a tear falling down her cheeks as she makes a cross in the air not that she herself was a believer but still they might be.
"Rest in peace, may you be filled with happiness in your next life."
Taking up two vodka bottles and drenching her shirt in it, lighting it ablaze and throwing it away into the area so that the doorway would seal away it's charred remains hopefully forever.

Standing up and grabbing James by the arm, pulling him away from the opening and into the room amongst all the rest to make sure he would not be in the way of the blast.
Quickly gathering up all her stuff, escaping away from anywhere where the blast could reach her.
"So umm I cannot carry the barkeep but I can either lead the silent knife man or help support the wounded one if you need help with that?" Her eyes looking over to Seraphina as she speaks, not having wanted to mention anyone by name.

Equipment

Purse - cheaper one and not as fashionable but sturdy.
Small shield: strapped on her right arm.
Lockpicks:
Smartphone
Sewing gear - (various, sheer's, thread's, needles, measuring tape, a couple of buttons, seam ripper)
Hair/bobby pins
Zippo lighter
Ankle bracelet hedgespun D+1
A combined personal attack alarm/watch/flashlight - waterproof 160 decibel
Pepper Spray clipped on belt.
Stun Gun (compact blue streetwise and vipertek)
Water bottle
4 small bottles of vodka
money clip and a sum of combined 100$ along with some loose coins.
Defense: 4
Contracts: Currently none in use
Merits: none in active use.

[Sonnie Wu]

Sonnie scowled. She didn't like it, but it wasn't her call to make. If any innocents died because of this, it was on their heads, not hers.

The Beast picked up the comatose Anatole. The Dwarf was a ball of muscles, and therefore heavy, but the Claviger wasn't a wimp. Grunting with the effort, she began packing him away from the area, not sticking around to witness the bombing.

"Hope somebody has a car... I can't carry a blood-covered man through the streets like this..." she grumbled.