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( OPEN ) FIGHTING CRIME BY MOONLIGHT
WHO: Every Outsider interested!
WHAT: Catch-all log for cleaning up (or making more of a mess of) Neo Tokyo's crime scene! Refer to the OOC post here for details. Neo Tokyo's current social and political climate can be found under the World / Setting section here.
WHERE: Neo Tokyo, Japan.
WHEN: Nov 2024 & onward.
WARNINGS: Violence, drug use, threats and coercion … whatever else that happens where crime and criminal activity are involved. Please mark for other CWs if necessary!
From the month of November and onward, Outsiders can find recruitment posters around the base for a specialised subsection of an anonymous Neo Tokyo security agency! Feel free to assume that's where most of the directives come from.
Current quests relating to this player plot can be found under < STREET FIGHTER > and < RISE AND THRIVE > on the QUEST BOARD.
People are free to use this log or their own for open and closed starters. However, if you'd like to contribute to the quest chain or setting changes, please remember to eventually submit your links and a summary under the associated quests! Otherwise, go wild!
WHAT: Catch-all log for cleaning up (or making more of a mess of) Neo Tokyo's crime scene! Refer to the OOC post here for details. Neo Tokyo's current social and political climate can be found under the World / Setting section here.
WHERE: Neo Tokyo, Japan.
WHEN: Nov 2024 & onward.
WARNINGS: Violence, drug use, threats and coercion … whatever else that happens where crime and criminal activity are involved. Please mark for other CWs if necessary!
From the month of November and onward, Outsiders can find recruitment posters around the base for a specialised subsection of an anonymous Neo Tokyo security agency! Feel free to assume that's where most of the directives come from.
Current quests relating to this player plot can be found under < STREET FIGHTER > and < RISE AND THRIVE > on the QUEST BOARD.
People are free to use this log or their own for open and closed starters. However, if you'd like to contribute to the quest chain or setting changes, please remember to eventually submit your links and a summary under the associated quests! Otherwise, go wild!
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'I don't know, maybe? I went in there earlier to get the cameras back up. Just close the door and get over here.'
Silco breathed quietly, the knife in his hand. It's steady, it doesn't tremble. He holds steadfast while Dante starts detaching the laptop, before the door clicks shut, and the man on the other side of the door starts moving back toward the office.
His fingers slip the knife back into the loster, and he looked back at Dante, before he mouthed: 'Done?' ]
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But it's fine. All they need to do now is get out, slip out the back, and make it back to base.
They motion to the door with their head and hurriedly make their way over.]
MY TYPOS..............
The soft 'click' of the door down the hall closing was an indicator that they went into the office.
He waited one, two, three additional seconds, to make sure that nobody came back out, before he started to open the door, silently. He peered around the jamb, to make sure that there was nobody there. It was empty.
He tipped his head, to let them go first out. He hadn't seen them come in, so it's possible they knew of a different entrance.}
It's the typos' world... We just live in it.
They slip out the door, grimacing as they realize the door of the office they'd just come from is now wide open and occupied.
It's fine though... It's fine. The two of them just need to remain quiet.
Another motion, to the left, and they make their way half-crouching toward the back door of the bar. Ideally, it should still be propped open.]
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(He is. He would never admit it.)
Silco followed, his eyes tipped toward the open door. Shame, he'd been hoping that they would just leave it closed. They hadn't, thankfully, as they passed, the two were huddled together, engaged in some sort of conversation, and they were both passing by as quiet as they could.
Silco didn't know about Dante's ability to sneak, but at least he knew how to be quiet and careful, a boyhood of thieving and stealing his way through the streets of Zaun. He paused, letting them continue to the door, his fingers always hovering over his holster, and the knife. Just in case. ]
ah THERE'S a failed stealth roll
The two of them don't even need to worry about the office, being clear on the other end of the hall as it is. Just a little more and--!
There's a clatter the moment Dante, keeping as close the wall as they can, rounds the corner and bumps into a side table, sending the kitschy lamp atop it teetering and tottering dangerously back and forth.
They reach out to grab at the base, but nearly drop their precious laptop cargo in the process, and its only with the help of an awkwardly raised knee and a precarious balancing act on their part that they manage to keep the lamp from falling to the ground.]
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There's a murmuring sound from down the hall, behind the door. Silco hissed out an oath under his breath, something incomprehensible — but it certainly is a curse — before he reached out around Dante to grasp the lamp and pick it up, and set it on the table. He isn't quiet this time, before his eyes slide to the closest door, and then to Dante. ]
'There' —
[ He mouthed as he opened the door and slipped in. It's dark, and smells like cleansers. A janitor's closet. ]
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Luckily for them both, the flames on their head aren't hot enough to cause any sort of reaction or discomfort with the various chemicals bottled around the two of them, but even cloaked they manage to provide just enough light to see by
Their mouth moves silently as they grumble to themselves, text-to-speech deactivated and their usual ticking completely muffled by the cloak. Even in the low light the words "never doing this again" can probably be made out.
They stop as they catch sight of a shadow beneath the door and hold their breath.]
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In the low light, Silco's eye burns like a beacon, though, and it's difficult to keep it from catching attention. As soon as the shadow nears, he lifted a hand to cover his eye, muting the pinprick of light, so that the two of them wouldn't catch attention. He held his breath as he fished a knife from his person, sliding it back out silently.
The handle started to turn, Silco's grip tightened on the handle. He was poised just so that if the door opened, and someone slipped in, they would miss him for Dante, and well.
A knife in the back would suit anyone well enough, at least for the non-Outsiders here. ]
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It's too late (and too cramped) to shove anything under the doorknob now. And between the knife in Silco's hand (that they just barely manage to catch by the glint of light on metal) and the way he's positioning himself they're pretty sure they have an idea how this is going to end up.
They're in the middle of shaking their head when the door finally clicks open, and everything moves in slow-motion.
Dante's eyes meet with the person on the other side.
The scout turns his head, getting ready to call over the people in the office.]
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Silco may not be one for physical altercations, he is not strong, and nor is he particularly fast. What he is, however, is the type that does not hesitate, even for a second. He turns his head, but he doesn't get a sound out. The knife is in his throat faster than he can speak, and Silco tugged the body inside, even while it still struggles.
He's smaller than the man. Shorter, leaner, but his foot nudged the door closed as soon as the body clears it, and Silco pulls the knife out immediately afterward.
He's gasping, so Silco's fingers start feeling for a rag, before he finally finds one, and he shoves it in the man's mouth. It reeks of chemicals, and though he can't really breathe, the impulse to try probably floods his body with chemicals as he dies on the ground.
Silco barely bats an eye at it, though he does scoff softly. ]
'Messy'
[ He mouths with annoyance. That's all this man was to him, after all. A messy inconvenience.
The body still twitches. The legs close to a bottle of cleansers. ]
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(Months. As if it wasn't a ridiculously short period of time. As if it wasn't practically an eternity for someone like them.)
Vergilius and Ishmael were right about Silco. And so was Dante that day when the two of them spoke at Christmas. This man would fit right in back home.
But that's the sort of thing to be said once they're out of here. Stonefaced, they stare at Silco, silently searching his expression (for what, they do not know), and then brush past, heading for the propped-open exit.]
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Well. That is what it was. Someone would find it. Someone would know something came through here. He's tempted to torch the body, but he'd likely destroy all of their work that they'd done. He can't have that either.
So, he locked the door from the inside, before clicking it shut. It wouldn't do much, but it would drag out the process.
He followed Dante out the propped open exit, his eyes suspiciously winding around, back and forth, looking for something, anything. People, cameras, anything that could leave the two of them identified. At one point, he instructs Dante to take a right instead of a left, his head tipped slightly to the left where there was a camera facing one direction of the alley. ]
Other direction. We don't want to get caught on camera now, do we?
[ He may be from a world without cameras, and computers, but Silco refused to let that hold him back from this. He'd been doing a lot of research in his spare time. Go figure. ]
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You didn't need to kill him.
[The statement drips with a hypocrisy they're all too aware of, given the trail of death Limbus Company tends to leave in its wake. The blood so many people in the City seem to have on their hands.
But as they've been told time and again, this isn't the City. It isn't supposed to be this way.]
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Do you feel guilty because your mistake led them to our location?
[ He asked, a single eyebrow moved up with the question. ]
It was efficient, it silenced him, and allowed us time to escape. He was working for that organization, and thus likely involved in not one, but two illegal operations. Would you have me try to convince him to let us go, instead? While he shouted for his companions to come and kill us instead?
[ Silco couldn't exactly knock him out, he didn't keep poisons on him, and while he normally had people to intimidate and bully his way into getting what he wanted, they weren't along on this particular little "mission". Maybe if... well, no. Actually. Even if his purchased bodyguard had come, it would have been him killing him instead of Silco, but he would be dead all the same. ]
When dealing with criminals, the moment they see your face, you will have a target on your back for the rest of your time here. Would you rather that?
[ He asked it like he'd been doing Dante a favor. ]
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He continues to be correct, but even if they wanted to agree with him, that statement at the end would hold them back.
Because of course that man had seen Dante's face. Hadn't Silco positioned himself so that Dante would be the only one visible?
Nevermind how that statement applied to the two of them here and now.]
We could have opened the door and shoved past him before he said anything. Now we have to worry about a grudge involving theft and murder.
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[ Silco's eyes rolled in his head, as he listed them off. ]
Right now, they have a dead nobody locked in a closet, and no record of who it is. A few well-placed leads, we plant that laptop onto another gang when you're done with it, and nobody will be the wiser.
[ He says it like it's easy. Pitting these gangs and organizations against one another. He'd just make a determination about the livelihoods of people without even meeting them. ] In fact, I can think of one right now that could be well placed to catch their attention. They've been caught stealing from other organizations, despite alleging that they haven't done so in the past.
[ A smile, blasé. Silco knows how to place gangs against one another like this. ]
The grudge won't find us, and it serves another purpose. Getting yet another gang off the streets. Heroic of us, isn't it?
[ Says Silco, in that slimy way he does. ]
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[A way to stay out of trouble--nothing more, nothing less. There are no heroes here. Not them, and certainly not Silco.]
If I'm going to be wrapped up in all this, you can at least call it what it is.
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[ He says it like the niceties are something to be detested, but there's a note of respect in his voice. Surprisingly. ]
You're correct, of course. So many of you don't appreciate that, you know. They want to feel good about the work they are doing. They want it to be important, that their hands are clean.
[ Silco shrugged. ]
Clean hands are a luxury that those of us in the muck do not have. If a man has to die for information, then he dies. We have what we came here for.
Perhaps next time, you'll be more careful, and learn from this lesson. Especially if the death weighs heavy on your conscience.
[ Clearly, to Silco, it didn't for him. ]
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Screw yourself.
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Did I hit a nerve?
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I'm not going to agree with a view like yours. If you want me to learn a lesson, then that's it. That's what I've learned.
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Shrugged! Like this was expected. ]
Too few do. [ One would think Silco would learn something from that? Never. ] It's a shame. I've never been anything but honest about the kind of person I am. Even so, you worked with me.
[ A twitch of his lips. ] Then you take issue when I am unpalatable to your delicate sensibilities.
Do I have that right?
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[Not the head of K Corp, and not Ahab.]
But we're moving in the same direction, so I can work with you right now.
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[ Silco "staged a violent riot once" R. Cane probably doesn't have a good standard for these things.
He clapped his hands together, though and his face takes on that blasé smile again. ]
I'm so glad you can get over your disgust to work together.
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