The One Eyed Bandit
rotworm
Masked Partycrashers A & T & I
SCENE:
Tigers Arc 2: Scene 6 [All Proceeds]
LOCATION:
Cloudwalk Stadium, South District
PARTICIPANTS:
Passeri, Daemon, Sabrina, Dagger, Fahru, Masker Concertgoer K, Minato, Osamu
All Proceeds
The sound of the concert reverberated through even the deepest depths of the stadium's corridors. In parallel, Minato's footfalls duplicated unto themselves, rhythmically increasing until they polluted the concrete depths in totality. The air, formerly still and musty, stirred wildly with the frenetic boy's one thousand-eyed search.
Crunch.
Actually, make that nine-hundred and ninety-eight.
Lurking within the stadium's unplumbed depths, a trio of women lurked with an air of impatience. Standing over the swiftly dissolving Minato corpse, the shortest of the women loomed, her face clad in a fearsome red mask, which hid her visage in totality.
"Ya really have to murk 'im?" The second, whose face was only half-hidden, complained. "Coulda been useful!"
"Don't worry about it." A, finally, cut in. She was sitting just a few meters behind the other two women, tension riddling her bones. "Pretty sure I've seen about seven of the dude since I got here. Some kind of cloning HP, I bet. There'll be another one around eventually."
"Right!" The half-masked woman snapped her fingers. "O'Course! Glad our brain's got a good head on her shoulders!"
Behind her mask, A replied with a sarcastic sneer.
"Just make sure none of them spot us and get away. We've only got one shot at this. Those morons in the B-Team managed to stall for us pretty well, but I doubt they're gonna last much longer." She sighed, took a look at her watch, and then sighed again. "And she's not even on the stage yet. Fuck."
"Comon, sweetie!" The half-mask, as chipper as a girl scout, hopped over to A and gave her a hearty clap on the back. "Justice is on our side! I'm sure things'll go fi-"
The red-masked woman moved, suddenly, flicking a bolas which wrapped itself neatly around the other woman's jaw, cutting off her voice an instant before a stampede of Minatos rushed past their hiding spot. The half-masked woman started to struggle with them immediately, only succeeding once the horde of footfalls had vanished into the distance.
"Ptui!" The half-masked woman spat a mouthful of rugged twine out of her mouth. "Comon, er, I? You couldn't've just warned me!"
"Too slow. T. Keep your voice down. Dangerous."
"Dangerous, she says... Y'know what's dangerous? Thrownin' a rope and balls at my teeth... Just got my braces out, like... A couple months ago..." T, this version a bit less useless, complained morosely but listened to the shorter woman regardless. She glanced over at A, and her expression brightened. Anything for her.
"Alright." A, whose gaze had been fixed on her phone while the other two bickered, got to her feet. "If she still works like how I think she does, she'll be down with us mere mortals soon." There was a lot of resentment packed into those two words. "This'd be a lot easier if that idiot T didn't get himself in trouble, but we've gotta move now."
T's eye's twinkled, and I remained stoic as the three women skulked out from their lair.
A wore a determined grimace.
"All or nothing, ladies."
Crunch.
Actually, make that nine-hundred and ninety-eight.
Lurking within the stadium's unplumbed depths, a trio of women lurked with an air of impatience. Standing over the swiftly dissolving Minato corpse, the shortest of the women loomed, her face clad in a fearsome red mask, which hid her visage in totality.
"Ya really have to murk 'im?" The second, whose face was only half-hidden, complained. "Coulda been useful!"
"Don't worry about it." A, finally, cut in. She was sitting just a few meters behind the other two women, tension riddling her bones. "Pretty sure I've seen about seven of the dude since I got here. Some kind of cloning HP, I bet. There'll be another one around eventually."
"Right!" The half-masked woman snapped her fingers. "O'Course! Glad our brain's got a good head on her shoulders!"
Behind her mask, A replied with a sarcastic sneer.
"Just make sure none of them spot us and get away. We've only got one shot at this. Those morons in the B-Team managed to stall for us pretty well, but I doubt they're gonna last much longer." She sighed, took a look at her watch, and then sighed again. "And she's not even on the stage yet. Fuck."
"Comon, sweetie!" The half-mask, as chipper as a girl scout, hopped over to A and gave her a hearty clap on the back. "Justice is on our side! I'm sure things'll go fi-"
The red-masked woman moved, suddenly, flicking a bolas which wrapped itself neatly around the other woman's jaw, cutting off her voice an instant before a stampede of Minatos rushed past their hiding spot. The half-masked woman started to struggle with them immediately, only succeeding once the horde of footfalls had vanished into the distance.
"Ptui!" The half-masked woman spat a mouthful of rugged twine out of her mouth. "Comon, er, I? You couldn't've just warned me!"
"Too slow. T. Keep your voice down. Dangerous."
"Dangerous, she says... Y'know what's dangerous? Thrownin' a rope and balls at my teeth... Just got my braces out, like... A couple months ago..." T, this version a bit less useless, complained morosely but listened to the shorter woman regardless. She glanced over at A, and her expression brightened. Anything for her.
"Alright." A, whose gaze had been fixed on her phone while the other two bickered, got to her feet. "If she still works like how I think she does, she'll be down with us mere mortals soon." There was a lot of resentment packed into those two words. "This'd be a lot easier if that idiot T didn't get himself in trouble, but we've gotta move now."
T's eye's twinkled, and I remained stoic as the three women skulked out from their lair.
A wore a determined grimace.
"All or nothing, ladies."