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.

Comments

[tryingitall]

"I think guns are at a premium, anyway. We really should have thought the details of this out better. Someone's going to get hurt." He frowns at Rat for a long moment.

"All right, this is going to sound strange, but listen anyway. If you run into trouble, yell for me. My name: Balthazar. All right? I'll hear you."

[bluesrat]

Rat sighs, because that was his assessment too, and he's just hoping somebody else knows more than he does and the needs of the many outweigh the risks of the few. He gives a nod, though, still scanning the woods studiously. "Okay. And thanks. I'll try not to need it..."

[tryingitall]

For a moment, he's tempted to call his participation in this crazy idea off completely. The fact that this poor man has been stationed on the frontlines with a garden implement is just painful. But, no. In for a penny, in for a pound.

The last time he made that decision didn't end well.

He nods at Rat, sighing, and moves ahead again, wading quietly through the undergrowth.

[bluesrat]

This man has no illusions about his chances, at least. He's not suicidal, but everyone else seems so dead set on escape, so desperately anxious about it, that he'd feel wrong not trying to help work toward that goal.

This is all he's got to contribute, so here he is. As Balthazar lurks away again, he drops down to hide once more, watching.

Crouched low as he is, the smell of smoke doesn't reach him until it's very close.