The Distraction Plan Unveiled

[burnburnburn]

Who: Dilandau Albatou and everyone who wants to participate.
Where: The Woods
When: Day 75


The previous few days have been busy setting up the plan and now it's time to put it into action. It's dawn of the 75th day and Dilandau is at the edge of the woods, eager for the destruction that's going to follow.

"Get into your positions." Is the only order he snaps out. "And when I say run, you run back towards the Time Lord's house as fast as you can."





OOC: Jump in whatever thread you like, have the characters communicate however you wish. Here is the plan of what'll be going down. We can handwave recruitment if nothing's been formally arranged.

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People getting into place

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Firestarters

[burnburnburn]

Dilandau subtly gestures to a few people, those who've agreed to help set the fires, to get them to hang back as the others head out into the forest to start driving in the bears. There's a box by his feet that he opens.

"I've got something to help you. Don't waste it by drinking it."

He pulls out bottles of alcohol and passes them out to his volunteers. With each bottle comes a match.

[blackmagus]

Fortescue's agreed to help in order to aid the Doctor's plan, and also to keep an eye on Dilandau. There are little sirens going off in the back of her mind, but she keeps them at bay for now. If the Doctor's plan manages to work, they don't need to worry about the flames. As long as it works. If it doesn't... well, they'll come to that bridge later, and hope it doesn't burn down.

She shakes her head when he offers her the bottle and the match, however. "I don't need it," she notes. To demonstrate, she holds up her right hand and, very carefully, calls on the energy she'll need for this little stunt. Her 'trigger finger' lights up with flame, all around it, a subtle little fire. No need to make a big deal out of being a human flamethrower, at the moment.

[burnburnburn]

He can't hide the way his pupils dilate at the sight.

"Maybe you're not so bad after all." He tucks the bottle under his arm. "I'll keep this for myself. Until I give a signal you need to man your bear trap. The more the runners catch for us, the more effective the end will be."

[blackmagus]

She keeps the oh, just you wait to herself, as she's more than capable of being professional when the situation calls for it. Instead, she nods quickly, in the manner of someone used to accepting orders. (Not that they usually come in person, per se.) "Then I'll see you after all of the destruction and fire and so forth."

[justrunsasaloon]

Ellen puts down a small cardboard box of bottles. These aren't Molotovs. Those she sees Dilandau had brought. Instead, these are something special. She'd grabbed the empties from the bar and done some... well. Let's just say these will burn.

"Don't touch the bottles with your hands." Because then the stuff will stick and you'll regret it.

"Anyone a good shot with a bow?" They're going to need to light them somehow.

[burnburnburn]

Dilandau immediately comes over to eye what she's supplied. There's a spring in his step and a gleam in his eye at the thought of what's to come.

"Do we keep this in the bottle or do we pour it out?"

[justrunsasaloon]

"Shatter them against things." Ellen pulls out a pair of rubber gloves and slips them on. "The stuff inside will..." She looks up at him. "You know what napalm is?" She's trying to reach back in old history, but she's not sure what he'd be familiar with.

"It'll stick to anything and keep burning." It is a quick recipe that she thinks will work. She's planning on only hitting the bears though.

Re: People getting into place

[bluesrat]

Lookout is about all Rat is good for, lacking both supernatural powers and fighting skills. He takes the job seriously, though. He's concealed by bushes at the base of a tree, one that has some lower branches and is easily climbable for a quick, if temporary escape if one is needed. If he stands up, he's plenty tall enough to draw attention and flag somebody over if they need to use it themselves, and he's supposedly in sight of at least one of the traps.

He waits, and watches, feeling deeply uneasy about this whole thing.

[tryingitall]

Balthazar feels he knows the woods as well as anyone by now. He spent several days hunting the wildlife, and if he never clashed with one of the metal bears, it's only because some instinct within him drove him to respect the boundaries of their territory. Now, of course, he's heading directly toward them, with the intent of drawing their fire. He's still not sure it's a good idea, but he's convinced if he doesn't do it, someone more vulnerable to injury will.

That's enough reason. Besides, it might be a laugh.

He senses Rat in place as he passes by on his way, and pauses to peer over at him. "You're awfully deep in the wood here. Do you have anything to defend yourself with?"

[bluesrat]

Perhaps he's not quite as well hidden as he hoped, but also Rat half stands when he hears someone coming his way. The run of a person sounds vastly different from the running of a bear, and he wants to be spotted if he's needed. Balthazar looks all right so far, though, and in answer he meekly holds up a slightly rusty garden hoe. It's the best form of weapon he could come up with, in a pinch. He was so hoping to put it to pleasanter uses, but needs must...

"This is where I was told to be... you okay?" He doesn't look at all happy about being here.

[tryingitall]

"I'm perfectly all right. Going to go make some trouble."

Balthazar blinks slowly at the rusty hoe. "That's...were you morally opposed to a real weapon or was it just that no one thought to arm you? I don't think that's going to be useful against robot bears."

People chasing the Bears

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[bostonhowler]

Brigid is well aware that there are things in this wood that can hurt her. She's wearing a tank top - less to be caught or shredded - as she walks through the woods. Her nose twitches at the smell of a bear.

That's what she wants. The growl crawls up her throat and she drops to all fours, scouting through the woods. When she finds it, she picks up a small rock that she tosses at the bear....

The rock goes wide, but it serves the purpose. There's a whirring of mechanicals. The bear turns and looks at her. It starts moving toward her. She takes a step back. Brigid knows she needs to draw it into chasing her.

... Here Little Bear, chase the Big Bad Wolf.

[tryingitall]

Several hundred yards away, Balthazar has the attention of a pair of the beasts, but they seem strangely slow to charge. That's weird. It makes him worry that the plan has somehow been leaked.

Fortunately, there's always telekinesis, and after he rolls one of them over and lodges it against a tree, the second seems prepared to come after him. Without knowing it, he begins to lead it through the woods and toward town along the same angle Brigid's taking. They may run into one another. Hopefully not literally.

[bostonhowler]

Brigid takes a timid step back. The bear ignores her. Well, that's not going to do. She picks up an acorn and flings it. The nut cracks, hitting the metal casing of the bear. That got its full attention. She grins, fangs elongating in her mouth. The growl crawls up her throat and her eyes flash blue.

"No picnic today." She almost purrs, then she jumps up onto a log. The bear starts lumbering after her. Brigid teases it along and then drops to all fours, looking over her shoulder. The bear does the same thing.

.... It's faster on four legs.

Her eyes widen and she tears off through the woods, using every ounce of werewolf speed that she has. Stopping to cling to a tree, she lets her senses open. The bear is still following her, with others on their way. She drops to the ground and then growls, dropping close to the forest floor.

"Saint Balthazar?" The words are deeper, garbled around her fangs, but intelligible.

[tryingitall]

He bursts into the clearing about the same time she speaks, with his bear close behind. And a few others just may have started following him, as well.

He skids briefly to a stop at the sight of her, surprised. He knew there would be others playing bait, but he didn't expect to run into them. "Oh! Shite! I didn't mean to lead them onto you. Go! Go! Keep moving!"

Everything burns

[burnburnburn]

The Doctor's firecracker bursts in the sky and Dilandau cackles. Finally, it's time!

"Set it off and run!" He barks out to the network.

Only those who've been given extra instructions would realise what he wants set off, but it very soon becomes clear as multiple explosions rock the woods. He throws a match into an alcohol-soaked pile of deadwood of his own and howls in glee as it goes up in flame. Their captors will have no choice but to fight the fire if they wished to live.

[happytobleed]

Castiel appears in front of Dilandau out of nowhere as soon as the flames begin to climb. He looks livid, ready to kill.

"What are you doing?" He moves swiftly into Dilandau's personal space, using every ounce of intimidation he has. "You're going to get people killed."

[burnburnburn]

The fires are leaping up behind Castiel reflect in his eyes as he laughs uncontrollably.

"They'll never expect this, god!" It's so glorious that even being glared down by a being like him can't calm the manic thrill of it all. "They'll burn trying to fight it while we flee."

[happytobleed]

Castiel reaches out, gripping for Dilandau's clothing to shake him. "If anyone is hurt, I will do to you whatever you've done to them.

With a final glare, he disappears to try to calm the fires. After a while, they start to slowly die down.

[burnburnburn]

He stumbles after that shaking, though even that doesn't quite quell the escaping giggles. As soon as Castiel vanishes he starts to run, not stopping to look back until he reaches the edge of the woods.

It's only then that he realises what the angel is doing. He shrieks in a furious rage as the furthest fire to the east dies down.

"How dare you?! How dare you help them!?"

Re: Everything burns

[bluesrat]

Stationed deep in the brush, Rat notices the smoke before the flames, and running now seems like an ideal thing to do. He knows which way town is, and heads that direction, still trying to keep a wary eye out for robot bears or anyone who might need help.

He keeps a cool head, and the first time he finds his way blocked by burning brush, he simply changes course to find a way around it. The second time, he can't even tell if the woods are actually still on fire anymore, but the smoke is thick. He's coughing hard, and struggles to call out Balthazar's name.

[tryingitall]

The smoke probably doesn't help with direction-finding, but Rat may be very fortunate that Castiel's paying enough attention to calm the flames before they get utterly beyond control. Balthazar notices the trouble around the same time the human does, and hesitates. The bears after him, too, seem to pause, although whether they're reacting to the fire or just realizing they've chased him out of their territory is hard to say.

He can sense the call, whether Rat's able to vocalize fully or not. A split second later, he's there in a flurry of wings, and sputtering a little at the thickness of the smoke. He places a hand on the man's shoulder, gripping his shirt lapel with the other, and without explanation or greeting, pulls him through space to the forest edge.

The air is clearer where they land, as if they're upwind of the smoke now. "Steady, there. You all right?"

[bluesrat]

The angels are quick, both of them, and all Rat is in danger from is smoke inhalation when Balthazar comes to get him. That's a fairly serious threat in and of itself, though. He stumbles and barely keeps his feet when they land, and he's a hard man to hold upright since he's half a foot taller at least. He nods, coughing and gasping for air, and thereby possibly invalidating the gesture of reassurance.