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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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[For a few moments, the drake seems to be headed in a direction far from where the drones detected movement and any light source.]

[A smart move, the soldier thinks when he notices. The farther away they are from lights, the less likely they are to be detected by those who depend on them.

His vision has had plenty of time to adjust to the night, so he doesn't think he'll have much trouble following. He's starting to think about moving down to street level, however; Fortuna and Terra have not followed this far, and he thinks he may be on his own.

As long as he's aware of the possibility of an attack, he should be alright if he presents himself more openly. He thinks he'd get a better response than if he surprised them.]

[And as though to prove him wrong, any sign of movement ceases as the large reptile turns a corner.]

[When he loses sight of the target, his decision is made. He makes his way down to the street level to continue his search.

If he's found by an enemy, he can lie--he was attacked by one of the assassins before, and it seems logical that he'd be interested in tracking them down again. If he encounters the assassins, he'll be ready for an attack if it happens. His goal is to make contact with them, and that won't happen if he loses them.

So he'll let them find him this time.]

[It's a few tense moments before the shadows twitch ever so slightly. From within, he can hear a deep draconic voice whisper from behind his ear.]

Hahaha... A brave one, you are... to be so bold as to follow a Sssaurian at night. So do tell usss why we owe the pleasure of your presence, lest ye risk your other arm...

[Hearing the hissing voice only reassures him--the other has decided to speak instead of ambush him immediately. It bodes well.

He turns his head slowly a few inches and speaks calmly.]

I'm here to talk. Zeloph promised me something, so I told him I'd help.

Trahvoul sekda... What proof do you have to back your claims, outsider?

[Though it is a question posed, the voice seems to more demand it. They are on borrowed time, lingering in one location on the surface.]

I don't have any.

[Lying isn't about to get him anywhere, even if he could come up with something. Instead, he gets to his point.]

He said you were looking for information. What the scientists are doing with the energy. You broke out--you know more about what's in there.

[And what he'd encounter if he tried to get in.]

Ah yes, his plans... Planning on an infiltration, are we?

[Yet as he poses the question, footsteps of something running towards their position echo down the alleyways.]

Come with me if you do not wish to be uncovered before your attempt.

[A gloved hand reaches out from the shadows for Bucky, an open invitation into the shadows and out of the sights of men.]

[The soldier doesn't hesitate to take the hand so that they can get away from whatever authorities are seeking out the assassins. It wouldn't do any good to be caught now.]

[With a tug, the world seems to flash into darkness. Yet as his eyes adjust to the shadows, he will come to see first the owner of that hand. A man, about the same height and build (if not a little taller) with dark skin and the same vibrant green eyes as his sister. The streets themselves seem to become more focused than they did outside this little pocket of shadow. A bit farther away then they were before, too.

Letting go of the assassin's hand, Khalid speaks lowly.]

So you are one of those who gave Fajr a run for her coin... how interesting.

[He takes in the surroundings, noticing how they've changed. He doesn't imagine he'll understand exactly what's just happened any time soon, but he'll take the reassurance that they're out of sight at face value.

He looks back to the man before him once he's finished with that, making eye contact.]

And you're Khalid. [Good, introductions are all done. The man looks similar to the one he calls Fajr, but Bucky isn't about to make assumptions as to their relation.]

[He is silent for a moment, as though gazing deeper into the shadows around them, listening for any sign of footsteps.]

You are not like us, but the scent of the Flame is still upon you... good. Then you should be able to see. [Because who wouldn't want to see inside the miasma?]

Let's make this quick. What knowledge of the inside are you seeking?

[It would be unfortunate if he was completely blind at the moment, yes.]

Entrances and exits. Security. [... he's certain the man will be telling the Rangar leader about other things they found, but he has to admit he's curious...] What they're doing with all the energy.

There are many--one of which I'm sure you've stumbled upon whether by accident or choice.

The underground of the city is filled with intricate tunnel systems, some even going under the waterways, though a few passages have been... "blocked". Every entrance is guarded - that's how they knew which district we left the tunnels in. The tunnels themselves aren't nearly as heavily guarded.

As for the energy... half of it was diverted to their greenhouses and the barriers. The other half is charging a machine they've been working on, though we couldn't get a clear view with the little time we had before we had to escape.

[Normal security shouldn't be a huge deal, though it'll be beneficial to know details.]

What sort of weapons are they carrying?

[... A machine? That could be anything. Not very helpful, though it does let him know there is something going on. He'll have to get information on that somehow.]

Guns, knives... Could have sworn a few were rogues as well.

[He chuckles like an amused dragon having slain a few treasure hunters.]

That's it?

[He almost seems incredulous. That seems too easy, but then again... most security is for him.]

Most are outfitted with magitechnology. Some of which your arm won't like getting hit by.

[A shrug.]

So it has to touch you to work.

[That shouldn't be a huge problem. Super soldier speed means you don't get hit by a lot of things in the first place.

Admittedly he doesn't know a lot about magic in general, much less the kind that exists in this world. He'll try to get enough information without interrogating the guy.]