hearthebell: will credit if found (Fucked-up American boys)
hearthebell ([personal profile] hearthebell) wrote in [community profile] middaeg2021-03-03 11:31 pm

I don't need to read the papers, or the tea leaves to understand [CLOSED]

Who: L, Niles, Jin Guangyao
When: Late February
Where: Outskirts of the Harbor District
What: A Naga hypnotized Myr, and his witch isn't too thrilled about it. Time for some good old-fashioned unregulated Mirrorbound justice.
Warnings: Forcible magic tattoos



[L had known, perhaps, that Niles was unlikely to say no. That after everything they'd been through, and all that the chimera believed and had born witness to, he would agree with the necessity for this.

They're an unlikely team, considering their history, but their understanding of one another has evolved. That can make all the difference.]


He'll be coming this way, in two minutes.

[Surely Niles, of anyone, can appreciate just how detail-oriented L is when he sets his mind on stalking someone.]



cyclopticsadist: (you talkin a lot of shit)

[personal profile] cyclopticsadist 2021-03-04 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Niles is taking in deep breaths of the night air, and his ears swivel slowly, out of sync, from side to side. His eye roams the upper levels of the nearby buildings, making mental notes on the light sources and shadow depths he had to work with. A successful ambush relied on Jin Guangyao getting all of himself out of street view before springing the trap. Having a few feet of tail for some potential passerby on the street to trip over would not be the death of them. He could see where the lamplight failed to reach, and he knew Jin Guangyao's full length, so once he was all in the head of the beast should be...there. He paces down the alley, tail low to the ground and twitching as he picks a spot in range.]

Hide somewhere to that side of this window.

[He takes a few steps straight up the side of the brickwork until he's at the second window level and peers in. Looks like overflow storage for the bar below. Ideal. He pulls barrel over to the window to perch on, right at the level of the sill. He readies the knockout rag in his hands and aims both ears squarely at direction their mark is coming from, waiting for the hiss of scales over stone.]

Edited 2021-03-04 08:09 (UTC)