EVENT ONE: JUNE 21ST-28TH

[luminals]

TAKE BACK KNOWHERE
When: June 21-28
Who: Everyone.
Where: All over Knowhere, ending in the Continuum Cortex and Observation Deck.

Event details are here, IC announcement is here.

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Comments

[uneulogized]

I don't think you're half as fast as you think you are. [The observation comes from someone who's just turned the corner and lowered his gun—but only slightly. He's not going to shoot when this kid is making his get-away, and he sure as hell isn't going to interfere.] Or clever. You only announce you're running in the movies. It doesn't work out loud.

[The criticisms are only lazily delivered, and he jumps up quickly, flipping over the tiny green kid's head to deliver a pair of warning shots at the ceiling, making it clear that he's competent enough to handle this.

Why's he helping? Well, this kid seems to be sporting the same confusion as him. The way he ran was with purpose, but about the same level of purpose as what Jason is managing right now.

So, honestly, not very much at all. What it tells him (if he's piecing together his surroundings correctly) is that they aren't two of a kind. There are a lot of people in the thick of this fight, and most of them don't have a damn idea about what they're doing.

With the goons held off, he glances back toward the kid.]

Did you actually have a plan underneath all that? [Hey, it's worth asking. He's developing one of his own.]

[badnewsboy]

[Loki ducks as Jason flips over him, as if he's already preparing to be saved. he had definitely made enough noise for someone to notice, and he would take any protection that was offered to him at this point. he skids to a halt to watch the confrontation, frowns in disappointment when he realizes that he can't exactly record it without depleting the battery in his StarkPhone (he hasn't a clue whether or not there'll be any means of a good re-charge). that was pretty cool.]

You mean something that doesn't lead to such fine use of my running legs? [he lifts a lake and shakes it for a good measure, before pulling up his hood that had fallen.] Thanks for aiding in the whole not-dying and not-hurting dealy, both of which are extremely unpleasant. Mission accomplished! Yay team! You could say that you were part of the plan.

[he gestures widely.]

So! Welcome to the other part of the plan! Which includes heading to the Deck of Observation. The message sent to us upon arrival was mysteriously cut off in such a way that certainly wasn't at all ironic or foreboding.

[uneulogized]

Yeah, we're helping. What a load of shit. [Jason doesn't bother hiding his true feelings on the situation. People call in heroes for that, and he doesn't find himself feeling too keen on being categorized as some big hero. Besides, being pulled away from his previous goal has him cranky, even if he's trying to keep his chin up and smirk permanently on.

Things work out better that way.]

But good plan. Both of them, though if you can scare a few others into joining us, we might even have more ammo to break through. [Jason figures he's going to run out. Sure, he has his blade, but he likes to hide that except for good moments.

Well, he figures he'd like to hide it for those moments. He hasn't put it to good use yet.]

[badnewsboy]

Oh, I can be quite villianous if I put my mind to it.

[and he turns to stick out his tongue at his fallen pursuers, putting his hands on his hips and looking self-satisfied.]

Now—

[he wasn't unused to playing it on the fly. he was resourceful, and Jason found himself as his first resource.]

We'll just make sure you're in little need of it. Unless we find ourselves a calvary, of course. We can think of it more as not allowing these mucky extraterrestrial beasties into taking our new space-station. Like the Death Star in the hands of the wrong person!

[magic hands!]

... Er, wait.

[uneulogized]

[This kid's got charisma, even if he messes up his pop culture references.]

It's called the Death Star. Sounds like it ended up in the wrong hands from the start.

[He looks around and considers what they need to do, though.]

We should pick ourselves up and get somewhere good. I'm not saying we back ourselves into a corner, but somewhere that we can know the terrain. [And not get lost. This whole damn ship ... station? This whole damn station is like a near nightmare for him.]

[badnewsboy]

[Loki glances around, looking around the corner and up into the beams of the ceiling. there's a few good strategies here, some plans that he can feel could make themselves if they had a few more choice pieces of information.

it's obvious from the look of him that the gears are turning.]

The Death Star doesn't find itself too accommodating. We'll have to rely on our other senses.

"I find your lack of faith disturbing," etceteria etceteria.

Shall we?

[he heads off. AND I'LL BE WRITING MORE.]