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One Last Thing To Wrap Up Before We Go

WHO: The Stabby Boys, The Investigation Team
WHERE: Outside of Temba Hangar
WHAT: Attempt to capture and deal with Billy and Stu
WHEN: Night of May 1st
WARNINGS: Violence, attempts on lives

A Plan Set In Motion | Any of the Investigation team who desires to be present, maximum 2 non-tae people per thread.

They've been working on their plans for a few weeks now. Laying out breadcrumbs, coming up with the proper ambush location, working on the proper chemistry for the truth serum (and man had Tae not had fun drinking it and then answering questions honestly to the people around her), and of course, coming up with contingency plans. Only when they all thought something reasonable was arranged did Tae call for the final plan review in the room she had set up in the hospital for their private conversations.

Not that she expected everyone to show up. They'd gone over things so many times before. It would likely be only those most tense, or most willing to rehash the rehashed that would show up. That doesn't stop her from setting up a tray of snacks, as well as a few cups of blue lemonade, just in case.

In fact, as someone knocks at the door and slips in she picks up her cup and takes a sip. Planning would be best with complete honesty.

"Come in," she finally says before sitting down.

Hopefully everything would go well tonight. That was the best she could hope for.

Who Hunts The Hunter | Keith, Billy and/or Stu, Sephiroth

The plan had been laid out. The observation points prepared. The bait set. The ambush team armed with sedative syringes and even Tae's sleeping pills that she'd given to other people when the nights got bad. There were ropes and handcuffs and quiet bodies hidden in dark places near the site of the waiting bait. Somewhere just barely in sight was York, walking on his merry way as bait, one they had been careful to set up as a good target over several nights that week. One that had maybe called the boys out on a personal level.

Hell, there was even a teleporting wolf ghosting along rooftops, watching the android and ready to swoop in as the hero.

And in one dark spot... A certain paladin waited, no doubt ready to spring the trap. A paladin with no idea that theirs wasn't the only set of watching eyes in the night.

The Interrogation | Tae, Billy and/or Stu, open to anyone on investigation team (no more than two others)

Two chairs in the back corner of the hangar, far from the shuttles that waited to carry He Rows back up to the ships in orbit. Bright lights set up to look upon them, to light them from several angles to make sure the nearby set up communication device could record everything. Two young men, tied to said chairs, looking worse for the wear and only just coming around from sedation. Outside of the ring of light, a few others to either join in or call out questions.

And front and center, one very tired and resolved doctor with a glass of some blue drink with a straw put in it.

"Good morning," she greeted as she saw the first signs of motion. "You must be thirsty."

She knew they would be. Her sedative did leave one with a damn wicked case of dry mouth.

"Here, have this."

And she would lean in to offer the straw. Time to drink up boys. To drink up and be honest for a change.

Network Post from Tae Takemi

Please find attached a video of the confessions of Billy Loomis and Stu Macher for their role in the attacks under the guise of a shadowy, cloaked individual with a mask akin to a melted ghost face. Throughout the video you will find that my own voice and their own are unaltered, and you are welcome to verify this through any datapoint knowledge or questioning of Venidelosia, who I specifically invited to observe the interrogation.

These confessions were, in all honesty, given under a degree of duress. They were gained by administration of something I have heard referred to as 'blue lemonade'. It was confirmed through prior records and the knowledge of datapoints that the plant in question induces uncontrollable honesty. I tested it myself to that end, and invite anyone who wishes to sample it to be certain of its efficacy.

Questioning was performed after the capture of the two young men by myself and a team I worked with. In the process they attempted to attack another person, though I understand this circumstance could be viewed as self defense.

No, I will not state who was involved in the whole process. They are welcome to come forth on their own should they desire. All actions made in planning were spearheaded by myself. All initiative was my own. All recruitment was done by me. I will accept full culpability in any punishment that might be levied upon those of us who came together to stop this madness. While this may make me a vigilante, the truth of the matter is that the attempts these boys made upon our lives must end. Our trust in each other must be preserved, even if it can no longer be extended to me.

So please, watch the confessions. Then discuss punishment. My personal opinion is that we ask Venidelosia to restrain them upon the Agrii ship to ensure our safety. It is not as though we can force a change of heart upon them. But I will not vote. My actions mean I should not have one.

I have asked Venidelosia to go in and open this text to inter-person communication. She says this will make it more like a message board so that people can jump between conversation threads should they desire. Please make use of it.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

The air went out of him, and the hit reflexively brought his arm down to protect his stomach. On the way, he grabbed Keith's elbow instead and yanked it back again, this time to stretch it awkwardly as a knee was pressed into his back, wrenching his shoulder and giving the killer the momentum to pull himself up, trying to roll Keith onto his face to pin him down under that knee.

"Nnnngngggg-!" Keith tried to roll, stretching his free arm towards the knife and trying to turn around the knee in his back to relieve the pressure on his shoulder. The grip on his arm was on his elbow, and he bent the elbow, bringing his hand closer to his attacker's hip. Pressure points seemed to be working, so he pulled against the grip in a struggle of pure strength to get his hand closer enough to jam a finger into that hip. And, with the knee in his back, it meant that one leg was no longer wrapped around him, so he squirmed, moving to try to avoid getting pinned.

Sephiroth had been tense as they had waited. He was the type to mentally go over and over a scenario and find all the ways it could go wrong. And something was wrong. He could tell; it just didn’t feel right. York wasn’t being attacked at all. And when he tried to call Keith and failed to receive an answer, he spread his wings and flew off.

It wasn’t entirely a surprise to see the struggle, but it was angering. He should have been here sooner!

He dropped down by Keith’s assailant, bringing the sword into view as he pointed it warningly. “Let him go.”

Surprisingly silent, the supposedly passed out teenager rose from his place on the ground with the arrival of this new threat. With Keith's blade he crept up behind the man and made to plunge the blade into his side.

This dude was really starting to annoy the monster. He took that new pinch with a growl through grinding teeth, not bothering any more to keep the hold on him, instead letting the heel of his hand driving into any meat that it landed on to keep the killer balanced so he could snap a punch at the back of Keith's head and bounce it off of the fucking ground. That was when he froze, staring down a sword, the ghostface mask impassive but still, nothing to betray how his focus behind the dark mesh flicked toward Billy. He took his chance with another punch.

That left Keith slow to move. His vision blurred and his ears rang as he struggled to stay conscious. But his attacker hadn't picked up the knife. He could reach it. He pulled deep, grabbing it and letting his weight roll him away as the attacker was focused on Sephiroth. His vision swam with the movement, and he wasn't sure for a second if he really saw another person creeping up with a knife (his knife?) behind his rescuer. But then he realized Billy wasn't against the hangar anymore. With one last push, he got up to his knees and sidearmed the attacker's knife past Ghost Face and Seph, right at Billy's shin.

Whether it struck or not, Keith didn't know. He dropped into the dirt, unconscious.

Edited 2025-05-07 04:17 (UTC)

Sephiroth sensed someone coming up behind him and was about to strike or trip them with a wing when Keith pushed the knife aside. Then Keith fell. That further angered Sephiroth, that Keith had been this badly hurt before he had come.

Sephiroth kept his sword on Ghostface while glancing from the corner of his eye to see if the knife had hit its mark. He wouldn’t use strong magic against the boys unless he had to, but he had an attack prepared if they forced his hand. He wasn’t sure how willing they would be to fight him when he had interrupted their fun.

Billy hissed in pain, staggering his own attack as he flinched with the sharp bite of the blade. Pain was a good motivator. The boys knew that well enough, not all of Billy's wounds were fake.

Teeth clenched, he swung wildly, slashing the dagger at those massive wings in a rage.

Ghostface, still on the ground, tried to fling himself to intercept that thrown knife, mostly falling over onto his hands with a grunt of frustration, then whine as it hit its target. The sound grew into another growl of anger, which he could at least channel into one more brutal thump to Keith's unresponsive back.

Sephiroth grunted. A couple of those slashes had hit their mark. Feathers flew in all directions.

He sent out spheres of light and dark energy, mostly at Billy but also at Ghostface. He moved forward, reaching to try to haul Ghostface up from under one of his arms.

"It's over," he said coolly. "Get up."

Billy fell back with a scream, utterly unprepared to fight against magic or light, or whatever this was supposed to be, teeth grit hard enough to ache. That blade, still clutched in his remaining hand, was brought down hard and vengefully, aiming for the man's boots(?).

Ghostface appeared to be slightly more prepared for magic, but he still cringed back, not eager to find out what this kind did. It was Billy's panic that hardened him slightly, his arm that had been fairly limp in Sephiroth's hold going tense like he might wrench away, only to bunch as he clenched that hand against his side to keep Sephiroth held for Billy's stab, and a simultaneous punch to his groin.

Sephiroth managed to avoid being stabbed in the foot by leaping out of the way and starting to lift off the ground with his largest wing. He kept the hurt wing close to his side. He did partially take Ghostface's punch as he tried to haul him up too, and he grunted in pain, thrown off-course a bit.

He sent out another round of orbs. He was hoping to avoid using his fire powers in this area. It might be a good way to give the boys a taste of their own medicine from the warehouse, but he didn't want to start a fire. They didn't need more problems.

Growling, Billy dropped the knife and grabbed Keith's unconscious body, twisting it one handedly to use as a shield against the orbs.

It was nice that Sephiroth kept his hair so long, making it easy to grab while he tried to throw more balls at Billy, yanking his head roughly to the side to draw him more off balance and give Ghostface the chance to wrench himself free.

The sudden movement registered through the fog of unconsciousness and yanked Keith back into reality. His initial reaction was to flail slightly, the momentum of Billy's movement registering just enough that he threw his weight with it, continuing the roll in the same direction. How far do they roll before Seph's energy balls hit? Hmm...

Another grunt. Sephiroth apparently never made any other kind of sound when being hurt. As he was jerked about, he only loosened his grip for a split second before moving to tighten it again and trying to press a pressure point ... but had that been enough time for Ghostface to get free?

A spark of relief went through his eyes when Keith stirred and started the roll. Could he leave things up to Keith with Billy so he could focus on the other? He wasn't sure if Keith was awake enough to do more.

Although he hadn't wanted to use Heartless Angel, he was starting to think it might be a good idea when he didn't want to use fire or his blade and when Keith was hurt and might still be in danger.

Not expecting the prone body to suddenly come back to life, Billy took the brunt of the balls with another shout of pain. If he had two hands Keith would've had that dropped knife buried deep in his gut several times over in revenge.

Sephiroth's distraction was enough for Ghostface to fling himself away from the grapple, feet barely keeping up as he went lurching back across the dirt and toward the forest where he had emerged.

The dropped knife...

As the fog in Keith's head started to clear (the pain from getting grazed by that energy attack helped, actually), his attention landed on that very knife. He pushed away from Billy, using his hand against the other's face to shove him back, and scrambled as best he could to grab it first. It wasn't easy on an injured ankle, but it wasn't the first time he'd fought through pain.

Seeing that Keith was dealing with that situation, Sephiroth focused on Ghostface. He suddenly teleported to be right in front of him. “Hello.” Again he has the sword out, pointing at him.

Growling, Billy shook off the push with a huff, and pushed to scramble after him. With one hand it was considerably more difficult, and he caught at Keith's foot to try and drag him back.

The sudden appearance startled Ghostface into stopping, a stark enough change in his flailing momentum that he was lurching back and looked unsteady as he rocked on his feet, though not unbalanced. Even as he wavered, his shoulders had dropped back, and he tilted his head, projecting some recognition in the move of a monster that appeared impossibly and greeted his victim like they were playing. Ghostface wrapped his gloved hands around the blade of the sword to steady the tip against his chest, leaning in helpfully.

Keith bit back a yelp as Billy managed to grab the same ankle that Ghostface had stomped on earlier, but he also yanked the leg towards himself in response to get it away from the source of the pain. He rolled, trying to get on his back, and kicked with his free leg towards Billy's face just as his fingers wrapped around the handle of his knife.

As he felt the hilt in his hand, he activated it, the dagger flashing with a bright white light before turning into a sword.

And then he remembered that Tae had given them the sedatives to use. He wasn't close enough to use it now, but it would help to have it ready. The needle was in the pouch on his belt...

Well, that was ... not really what he planned to do to the boy, so the helpfulness actually made it more troublesome. Not to mention he was sure Ghostface didn't really want to be impaled by a sword longer than Sephiroth was tall, so it had to be some type of distraction to cause him to let down his guard.

"So, what are you going to do now?" he asked, unimpressed.

His right hand ventured into his coat pocket for the needle. He was fairly ambidextrous and could even manage the Masamune with his right hand, although he normally preferred his left.

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