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pawnstorm2016-04-10 06:51 pm
kirkhammer) wrote in pawnstorm2016-04-10 06:51 pm
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Who: Vivienne and YOU
When: 3/29 onwards at various dates
Where: Capablanca
What: Vivienne's taking up the ol' Obligatory Beach Episode. She can't swim, so unfortunately, she's staying away from the water, but she's hunting around for leads, and will eventually come across something of worth.
Rating: PG-13 for possible violence? Will change accordingly if the need arises.
A: 3/29
[After a period of skulking around in taverns, back alleys, establishments even Vivienne would consider shady, with no luck, it now seems fortune is smiling upon her, she's been tipped off regarding the attempt to murder "Frankie" Corsi, and now she's hanging around the waterside, waiting. For what, she doesn't know. Maybe for Frankie to appear. Maybe for his lover to appear. Maybe for another Hero who's caught on to a similar lead.
It doesn't really matter, because if you're close enough to her, she'll be trying to get your attention.]
Have you heard anything of interest?
[Because she sure has, and hey... might be a good idea to collaborate on this.]
B: 3/30
[She hadn't been sure what to expect when Feliciano informed her of a "Black Lightning". Vivienne had come to the conclusion it was something like a code name - no assassin would be foolish enough to use their real name, after all - but her's was aptly chosen. She's quick on her feet, much faster than Vivienne would ever have given her credit for. It isn't that she's unable to keep up with the assassin, but bearing a weapon strictly intended for close range isn't much use if you can't actually catch up.
As the two weave through the crowds, Vivienne makes out a flash of white uniform out the corner of her eye, and though the distance between herself and Black Lightning increases as she slows down, maybe having a second person help her out will counter that.]
Come with me. I need your help.
[It isn't much of an explanation, but look, that can come later. Hopefully wearing the uniform of a fellow Hero is enough of a reason.]
C: 3/31
[After the successful chase from the day before, Vivienne's now the owner of one (1) ambiguous clue. Is it the symbol of a cult? One of the families? The symbol of one of the many establishments around town? She doesn't really have any way of knowing, and asking around about it seems a quick way to land yourself in trouble in these parts, so what's she supposed to do?
Poke around the library and see if it holds any greater meaning, of course. So there Vivienne is, seated at a large table with an array of books open. Some are about symbols, some are about language, some are historical accounts and some... seem to be fiction? "The King of the Rings"? That doesn't seem too relevant.]
D: WILDCARD
[Wanna do something completely different? Feel free to hit me with it, at any location in Capablanca, and at whatever date best suits you! Alternatively, send me a PM or a PP at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
paako and we can work something out.]
When: 3/29 onwards at various dates
Where: Capablanca
What: Vivienne's taking up the ol' Obligatory Beach Episode. She can't swim, so unfortunately, she's staying away from the water, but she's hunting around for leads, and will eventually come across something of worth.
Rating: PG-13 for possible violence? Will change accordingly if the need arises.
A: 3/29
[After a period of skulking around in taverns, back alleys, establishments even Vivienne would consider shady, with no luck, it now seems fortune is smiling upon her, she's been tipped off regarding the attempt to murder "Frankie" Corsi, and now she's hanging around the waterside, waiting. For what, she doesn't know. Maybe for Frankie to appear. Maybe for his lover to appear. Maybe for another Hero who's caught on to a similar lead.
It doesn't really matter, because if you're close enough to her, she'll be trying to get your attention.]
Have you heard anything of interest?
[Because she sure has, and hey... might be a good idea to collaborate on this.]
B: 3/30
[She hadn't been sure what to expect when Feliciano informed her of a "Black Lightning". Vivienne had come to the conclusion it was something like a code name - no assassin would be foolish enough to use their real name, after all - but her's was aptly chosen. She's quick on her feet, much faster than Vivienne would ever have given her credit for. It isn't that she's unable to keep up with the assassin, but bearing a weapon strictly intended for close range isn't much use if you can't actually catch up.
As the two weave through the crowds, Vivienne makes out a flash of white uniform out the corner of her eye, and though the distance between herself and Black Lightning increases as she slows down, maybe having a second person help her out will counter that.]
Come with me. I need your help.
[It isn't much of an explanation, but look, that can come later. Hopefully wearing the uniform of a fellow Hero is enough of a reason.]
C: 3/31
[After the successful chase from the day before, Vivienne's now the owner of one (1) ambiguous clue. Is it the symbol of a cult? One of the families? The symbol of one of the many establishments around town? She doesn't really have any way of knowing, and asking around about it seems a quick way to land yourself in trouble in these parts, so what's she supposed to do?
Poke around the library and see if it holds any greater meaning, of course. So there Vivienne is, seated at a large table with an array of books open. Some are about symbols, some are about language, some are historical accounts and some... seem to be fiction? "The King of the Rings"? That doesn't seem too relevant.]
D: WILDCARD
[Wanna do something completely different? Feel free to hit me with it, at any location in Capablanca, and at whatever date best suits you! Alternatively, send me a PM or a PP at
no subject
Alright. I'll try to aim for somewhere that wouldn't kill her. [Legs.]
When you are ready! [She follows Vivienne's instructions as soon as they are directed to her.]
no subject
Come then. [A light tap on Vietnam's upper arm, and then she's picking up her pace.] I don't believe she saw you, which would mean we at least have the element of surprise.
Are you able to get to higher ground? Traverse the rooftops? Will your weapon be able to reach from there?
no subject
If she didn't see me, then yes, I can relocate myself and you try to push her into a corner. [She taps the scope.] It is possible.
no subject
Very well. Knowing this town better than I do, she will outpace me, but I will do my best to keep her out in the open.
The rest I will leave in your hands.
[If Vietnam has no other input, she's then dashing off.]
no subject
[And she makes for the nearest building that has an outside flight of stairs, climbing and racing upwards, until she's able to traverse across the closely situated rooftops.]
no subject
And with that, Vivienne picks up her pace, squeezing past a small group amidst their conversation. They murmur quietly under their breaths - something about rude Heroes - but Vivienne pays them no mind. Her eyes are on Black Lightning.
Speaking of, the assassin glances back over her shoulder, and seeing that she's still being pursued, begins to speed up, ducking in between various stalls in an attempt to confuse. Whether it's an overly simple tactic, or that Vivienne is confident due to having an ally, it doesn't work as intended.
Sweeping up a handful of decorative hair pins from one of the stalls, Vivienne tosses one towards her target, deliberately pulling to the left to urge Black Lightning to the right, into a corridor. She has no way of knowing where it leads, of course, or whether it's a dead end or not, but it is a straight path, and hopefully a clear enough shot.]
no subject
She can see the figure now, and so with this being a clean and easy shot? She shoots. On a normal day, her target should've went down.
Vietnam frowns. This was not a shot she could miss.]