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

[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.

[tryingitall]

There's a brief flood of bright energy, a halfhearted attempt to clear the man's lungs. Balthazar's afraid to spend too much time with him; there are people in town, and this could spread. He's stronger than he looks, though, and seems to be able to hold him on his feet. "Breathe. You're out of danger."

[bluesrat]

Rat's a smoker, he should be able to handle a little extra, right? The rush of power leaves him startled and dazed, but he forces himself to take a deeper steadying breath and nods. "Is there anybody else still trapped in that?"

[tryingitall]

Actually, that probably just makes him more susceptible. But Balthazar's not going to call him out on it just now. He hasn't stopped to think he might be alarming the man, or outing himself as something inhuman, too busy watching the escape plan go bad.

"I don't know. I'm going to look. Head for town; don't dawdle." He takes a step back and gives the man a sober nod before vanishing in front of his eyes, with a feathery flap and rustle.

[bluesrat]

At least he doesn't have lung cancer yet? He's not a heavy smoker, normally.

Rat is looking shaken, eyes wide, still absorbing the fact that they were one place, and now they are somewhere utterly different, and Balthazar appeared very literally out of nowhere. He's practical enough to let those questions wait, though, and then Balthazar is gone again the way he appeared. What else is there left to do but run for town?