The Binding of Isaac

[gamemakers]

Who| All those who signed up for the plot!
What| Capitol rebels attempt a break in and dismantling of dangerous weaponry.
Where| In a warehouse just beyond the very end of the cityline
When| Some time following Arena 13
WARNINGS| Please specify warnings in tag headers.
NOTES | Remember that if you did not sign up, it will be assumed you are not participating in the plot. Plotting can be found here! IC plotting is here!

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[Closed] 002, Giedi, Harlem

[carnagecarnival]

They couldn't hide his horns of course. There was no way to keep that all from showing. Instead, they'd been painted black, the whole of him shrouded, his normal makeup dark around his eyes as it is. Still, he smirks right along behind the cloth, shoulders doing a shake for his quiet laughter.

It has been so damn long since he got on a mission like this. His hands open and close, habit of wanting clubs merging on with his excitement what some of the fear has bled into. A subjugglator and laughsassin both. He was made for this.

He doesn't dare speak, his voice always apt to give away. Instead he gives a nod, and falls into that old predatory crouch he used to have.

[sizeofyourbaggage]

"That sounds like the start of an 70's rock band rebel anthem," he mutters, not bothering to hide his grin before he sings it quietly back at them, doing his best Joan Jett impersonation. "Ready, boys? Let's go break all their toys."

Despite his light-hearted comments, he's gearing up, settling his pack and double checking his stash of knives. What he wouldn't give for his wings right about now - but just because he's grounded doesn't mean he isn't completely in this.

Assured that everything's settled, Sam starts forward, confident in following both of them into this.

[metalicarus]

The comparison draws out a quiet laugh but Jet just shook his head. It was time for their opening and time for them to move in. The thrum in his veins was so strong he could have sworn he felt it in his fingertips if it weren't for that being impossible. But his hands did itch to do something.

He moved when Sam did, but deferred to Initiate's leadership despite the urge to just go. If he did that, he'd be taking too much of a risk for all of them.

[carnagecarnival]

Initiate ain't sure what exactly a "70's rock band rebel anthem' is (sounds something illicit, probably not to be had on Alternia). He swears to ask the both of them on it for telling him know laterways. Ain't no being left out of the motherfuckin joke for him.

But later was later, the mission was now.

The Initiate was a big motherfucker. He knew that. Sometimes it got to being his disadvantage. But sometimes, it helped as for ninjas to be underestimating exactly how much of a noiseless goddamn shadow he could be. A laughsassin was laughsassin no matter how big they was.

He surges up ahead. Corner there. One guard up top, one down low. Quick shifting of the lower to swap on with another in ten. Least that's what Terezi's maps had said on patrols. He turns to Sam and Jet both, making gestures as he pulls down the cloth covering his face and mouths 'one, two' and indicates the levels. Jet wanted a hit more best to let him. Sam could cover their asses for the moment the one saw, the other would try on shooting. He gives a sharp nod and single to go once his disguise is back up.

He runs around that corner and makes the leap, grabbing the edge of that next level platform and swinging up like it's a grief trapeze-- where faith and subjugglator training got colliding beautifully. He lands atop the bars edge and doesn't listen for his back up below, knowing they'll have him. Especially since he's got this motherfucker up top to handle. If fear could be shown behind them helmets of theirs, he's sure this one was at least some sort of startled. He moves fast, yanking the Peacekeeper so the gun points angled up. He hits their back hard enough that body becomes heap in his arms-- not hard to do when he's used to straight up ripping off heads-- which he's then swinging back down with. Didn't need no more clanking on that metal than what there was.

[sizeofyourbaggage]

Sam hums with a quiet energy, solid and determined. It's different from when he's up in the air, all loud whoops and pinpoint maneuvers, guns drawn and shot and sheathed within seconds, but it's no less familiar. His job has always been about extraction, getting in undetected, and he knows how to move silent and deadly even with all his gear.

But it's not the same energy he can feel coming off Jet, so Sam's content to hang back and let Jet go in for the hit, to watch both of their backs in case the Peacekeepers catch on to their presence.

[metalicarus]

Jet nods at Initiate's direction and takes off for his target. He eyes the way the guard's holding his gun and breaks down the situation quickly in his mind.

The gun was first priority, get him disarmed and it became a hundred times easier. Couldn't really rely on the brute force of a kick or a punch when he didn't know how sturdy those helmets were, he had to assume they wouldn't shatter that easily. However, there were clear weak points Jet could use and that's what he went for.

Jet snuck up behind the guard and shot out his hand around in front of the guy to grab his wrist and wrench his dominant hand back and up behind his back. At the same time, he brought his other hand up to press at the soft and unprotected part of the peacekeeper's throat, cutting off his air supply and effectively cutting off any sound he might try to make.

The guy thrashed against him, trying to dislodge Jet's grip, but having metal hands was a blessing in that moment, with the hydraulics being far stronger than normal muscle. Jet kept the guy pressed to his chest like that until the thrashing eased and then stopped altogether. He held on a little longer even beyond that just to make sure the guard wasn't faking it before letting go and dragging the limp body into the shadows to be hidden.

And if it happened to be a bit too long and the guy came out of it a little more worse for wear than Jet had been aiming for, who cared?

[carnagecarnival]

The Initiate cared. He didn't aim for them being caught but on the off chance they were, he didn't want them having on any motherfucking excuse for the execution of Jet or anyone else on team. Even if he can't deny a later death is further from his mind in the now.

The now being his hanging upside down from that high railing and holding a peacekeeper in his arms. He lowers that unconscious bit of corpse down a little more before simply letting the motherfucker flop down. Ninja flops all comical he does, but he's good with keeping down a laugh.

He's flipping down quick to take the peacekeeper aside further, but his eyes are on Sam and the door. He nods on between them both, telling Sam to get ready for that Peacekeeper coming in on change of shift.

[sizeofyourbaggage]

As soon as Jet has his hand around the Peacekeeper's throat, Sam's moving, heading towards the door and off to the side, putting himself in a position that he can't be seen from it. He figures both Jet and Kurloz have it in hand, and the best way of watching their backs is watching the door.

He sends a small salute to Kurloz at that nod - he's got this, hell yeah he's got this.

It's a delicate timing, a split second between the replacement noticing that shit's not right and calling it in - or at least, it is if the Peacekeeper's any good, and Sam has to assume they're good. But Sam is, too, and all he needs is that second of distraction to move in. He kicks the back of the Peacekeeper's knee out, wrapping an arm around his neck and letting the guy's own weight drop him down into Sam's arms.

He yanks off the helmet with his other hand, getting both arms around him in a chokehold. He keeps it up as he walks backwards - it's hard to struggle out of getting choked and yanked along at the same time, and cutting off the guy's air at the same time as he's moving him out of the way saves time.

It's not long before Sam emerges back out of the shadows, flashing them a thumb's up.

[metalicarus]

The guards were taken care of and there'd be some time before their absence was noticed, not a lot but enough for sure. Enough for them to move in.

As soon as his hands are free again and he sees Sam's assurance all was good, Jet was there at the other side of the door, taking a moment to make sure there weren't any obvious footsteps of another they weren't expecting, before darting inside. He went a little further into the hall to check the first junction and any doors along the way to make sure they wouldn't be spotted, but then returned to the door and his friends to signal it was clear.

[carnagecarnival]

While part of him was fine with putting his days as a soldier, a laughsassin, the part broken down and through in his Avoxing, there's still a part what thrills at this. The adrenaline burns in his veins, taking out some of the constant cold of them.

He almost laughs at the salute. A shame even he knows now's not the best time. As it is, he just grins behind the mask. In the dark, his eyes shine and glow, reflecting the light and making it harder to spot how his grin has reached them.

His eyes leave light trails as he turns toward the door, watching for Jet's signal. He opens the door immediately following, ushering Sam in after his thumbs up, and not thinking about how they were walking into the maw of the beast beyond how they intended to slay it.

Two down. All the motherfucking more left at to up and go.