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Who: AU Terra, whoever bumps into him, and some NPCs
Where: District One streets
When: Late evening hours, Backdated to October 1st
Summary: A keyblade wielder patrols the housing district, looking for people he shouldn't be looking for
Warnings: Assassins may arrive? A keyderp being a keyderp?

[ Waiting a few days before going searching for the two escaped prisoners had its pros and cons. The time would let him gather some supplies and try to plan an escape route if things went badly.

On the other hand, a few extra days gave the two escapees time to move further towards that closed district. Ground covered by them was ground lost by him while he prepared.

Once night fell on the first of October, Terra decided he couldn't afford to wait any longer. Not only were the two making more progress, but the lack of contact on his own end was becoming more and more difficult to ignore.

Search, recover, extract. He just hoped that the two escapees wouldn't attack on sight. ]

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[ That response alleviates Terra's main concern, at least for now. Three pairs of eyes are much better than two for covering any potential blind spots. Four pairs, if the chocobo's were to be counted.

He tries to get a look at the display screen on his own, and nods briefly once he does. Multiple drones mean multiple eyes, and more area covered. ] Hopefully, we can find them before anyone else.

[ Keyword here being 'hopefully'. ]

[He looks at the display appreciatively; more opportunity for surveillance is always a plus, especially with possible dangerous foes involved.

He assesses the situation in his head; he'll have to stay with Terra to ensure he's well enough to pass over the key when they get to that, and though Fortuna and her bird could search elsewhere, without a communicator, it would be more difficult to relay the location if one of them found the Rangar assassins.

There is another option, however, something that's more appealing to the soldier, who originally planned to come alone...

He pulls Terra forward by the arm as if to hand him to Fortuna.]

He's got contact sickness. Stay with him and I'll watch you from the roofs.

[This way he can both stay out of sight to reduce the possibility of aggression and keep the element of surprise if it happens anyway. The soldier can certainly work with a team, but he's at his best when he can act as a ghost.]

Got it. [She takes Terra's arm and helps him towards Violet. The black chocobo looks down at him, leaning in as if to get a better look in the dark.] Mind riding on Violet here? It'd free up everyone's hands.

Edited 2014-10-15 01:38 (UTC)

[ Watch from the roofs? That's a sound enough strategy - another viewpoint, and easier to stay hidden.

Though he's two feet shorter than Fortuna, it's still almost funny how easy it is to guide him over to the chocobo. He looks between Violet and then at Fortuna in turn, frowning a little. He understood the reasoning, but he wasn't nearly that much of an invalid. He could walk, if he kept his hand on her shoulder or something.

... but, he couldn't deny that he'd wondered what riding on chocobo-back was like since he had first read about them as a kid. It'd be a form of contact, and he could call his Keyblade.

Slowly, he nods, and even cracks a grin. ] I don't mind. I should be able to get the smell out of my clothes later.

[ He hopes. It's not like he'll have prolonged contact with the bird. ... right? ]

[And just like that, the soldier all but disappears from sight, blending into the darkness he knows so well. It doesn't take him long to get into position on a nearby roof, and once he's there, he immediately surveys the surroundings for any sign of the assassins. With as many viewpoints as they have now, it shouldn't take long for them to locate the escapees.

He'd feel more comfortable with a sniper rifle, but he hasn't been able to find one and he's fairly certain Stark wouldn't make one for him if he asked. He'll have to deal with close-range combat if it comes to blows. He idly considers the fact he's been fighting very little these days. Maybe he should ask Steve for a spar...]

[For a moment, all seems quiet as most people seem to have been avoiding the area whether due to the danger or for other reasons. Yet as the minutes tick by, Fortuna's drones will have picked up movement behind them. Three people inbound from the south, going into different buildings as though searching for something.]

...Well, drek.

[Fortuna shows Terra the feed. They don't have reliable radio contact since they aren't an established team. Which is really hurting them right now. How is she supposed to warn Bucky?]

We've got incoming. May not be us they're searching for but I'll bet running into them will be a headache anyway.

[ He looks over the screen display again and mutters a quiet curse under his breath. He didn't think that they would find their targets so soon. ] Maybe...

[ He thinks for a few seconds, before nodding. ] We need to approach carefully - I don't want to start a fight when we're here to help.

[ Approach very carefully. ]

[The soldier notices the two exchanging the monitor and takes it as a possible indication they've seen something. Even if he can't catch all of their conversation from his current position on the roof, seeing them talk is enough for him to cautiously scan the surroundings.

Knowing that the authorities warned them to stay away, it's likely they have their own people who will be searching for the assassins. If they show up before the Rangar pair, it will, in all likelihood, mean trouble. All the more reason to have the element of surprise on his side.]

You sure it's the ones we're looking for, or the other people looking for them? They're searching buildings. Looks like they're looking for someone. That's hunter behavior, not hunted. I'll try to take a closer look.

[She'd want to follow them, but her drones aren't silent. She plugs herself into the control deck and activates the control rig for the flying Sundowner, the quieter of the two, and follows from a distance with the drone, meanwhile leaning against the nearest wall as much as possible to diminish her considerable profile in case her attention is on the wrong set of eyes if trouble shows up.

Time to try to find out who they are...]

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[As the drone approaches closer, it becomes more apparent that whoever these people are they are dressed like what one would consider SWAT team members. However instead of another one of their own giving orders, a man in a black suit and shades (who would be wearing shades at this hour?) seems to be monitoring a device of his own and communicating through vague gestures with his team.

From above, Bucky will be able to see a glimpse of a large reptilian tail as its owner ducks into an alleyway a block north of his location.]

[ Terra squints slightly at the display, then frowns. That... doesn't look promising. Too many of them are dressed like they're expecting a difficult fight...

With him in his current state of withdrawal sickness, he's not of much use. Until he's recovered enough to carry him own... ] Right... we should circle around, and try to remain undetected.

[With a trace of the assassins spotted--he remembers clearly that the two of them can take on reptilian forms--the soldier takes no time in deciding to follow, jumping onto the next roof in order to catch up.

He assumes that either what the drones have picked up are the two he's now pursuing, or that the other two will be able to take care of themselves should they have found anyone else. He's not risking losing this (literal) tail.]

We're not going towards them, they're coming towards us. We need to find their targets before they do so we can mislead them...

[She backs her drone out into the streets and hovers in an alleyway to determine where they're headed next, and looks up at the rooftops to find Bucky's heat signature...

...except it's not there.]

Drek, where'd James get to? I don't see him up there.