| It was all so clear now... |
| The students at the Institute have never faced something like this.. Not mutants.. Humans with intelligence unmatched.. A new force has risen under the city, each person pledging their lives to rid the city of filth.. Our kind have been marked, days may be numbered... With new information presented to them, Dawn and Gabrielle, acompanied by Spike, decided to check out a new bar on the other side of the city.. Suspicious that it appeared around the same time of the Underground.. |
| The RP: |
| There wasn’t much Dawn would be able to pick up from physical appearance of those in the room, so she relied on her strong point instead.. Figuring it may seem a little odd just standing still with her eyes closed, Dawn hastily tugged Spike’s jacket off of his shoulder’s and tossed it around herself, using the folds of fabric flying in the air to shield her face from view as she done a quick scan of the room.. All seemed normal, until she reached the back.. After a moment, her eyes fluttered open and she stared down in disgust at the coat in her hands. Tossing it carelessly back at the man, Dawn turned to Gabrielle, “There’s a few in the back of the room.. Then there’s a door… A lot of tunnels.. Then the Underground… It’s so strong..” Gabrielle glanced around the dimly lit room, the idle yet drunken chatter of the occupants couldn’t help but be overheard. “Prickle here was right,” She muttered, though it was hesitant. “We do stick out. Others think so too. I believe some of props to help us blend in is in order…” With that, Gabrielle strolled up to the crowded bar, and slammed her open palm on the surface, demanding immediate attention. “Barkeep! Hit me with three bottle o’ beers, would ya?” The tender, obviously new, or perhaps blind, obediently obeyed the request from someone who was definitely not of legal drinking age, and sent three chilled containers of ale sliding towards Gabrielle. Drinks in hand, she worked her way back towards Dawn and Spike, and handed each of them a bottle. “There. Now we don’t look as out of place.” Gabrielle actually had no intention of consuming her liquor, but did assume that the more nonchalant they appeared, the better. “Now we can casually wander towards that back part of the room, right?” Call it whatever, but Gabrielle was all for the low-profile approach as of late. Besides, if push came to shove, bottles do make for dandy weapons… Though situations seemed dire, Dawn couldn’t help but snicker as Gabrielle forced the mug of beer into her hands. Staring blankly at the drink a moment, Dawn gave a little shrug and poured most of it into Spike’s glass, refilling it being he gulped his. For some reason, she thought she heard him say something about him needing to be drunk to put up with the dimwits.. “I think most everyone here is normal.. Just here for a party or something… But those guys in the back, it’s like they are looking for people. Aren’t to bright, the three of ‘em..” Dawn grew quiet another moment before continuing, “It’s like they’re searching for new, erm, recruits of some sort..” “Recruits, you say?” Gabrielle mumbled, tapping her fingers idly along the outside of her bottle as she gazed back towards the group of people in the back. “You know, the dim-witted recruiters could prove to be useful…” She thought for a moment, and soon an idea presented itself. “We can make them think we’re interested in their little clan, see what information they’re willing to share.” Gabrielle looked back towards the other two, and shrugged slightly. “And if that doesn’t work we can let Dawn do her Psychic thing on the three.” Nodding slowly, Dawn stood up on tiptoes to eye the three at the opposite end of the bar, “One thing.. I don’t think we’re supposed to –know- about the underground thing..” A mischievous smile curled across her lips, “We could use ol’ Spikey here as bait.. Have ‘im attack us, act like we’re innocent.. Bat our eyes and give the blockheads a ‘You’re my hero’ speech, then get our information..” “And what the bloody happens to me?” Spike moaned, “I’m not going to be all gung-ho about possibly getting turned into a pile of dust..” Despite Spike’s protests. Gabrielle liked the idea. Pure genius on Dawn’s part for thinking of it, actually. But Spike did have a point, there was no real guarantee that things wouldn’t quickly get out of hand... “I’m game. I think I know how to act helpless.” Gabrielle chuckled, “And as for Spike, couldn’t he just fly away before they got too close?” She turned, now addressing him, “Couldn’t you just act like they scared ya off?” “And that leaves who to protect you senseless gits?” Spike spat back at Gabrielle, that is, until he caught himself, “Not that it bloody matters to me.. But they are crawling all over this area, even if I run, they’d bloody catch me before I turned the corner..” Once again, it seemed Spike was right. It seemed every moment added another problem, and that really began to irritate Dawn, “Damn it..” She mumbled, almost inaudible as she ran her hand coarsely through her tufts of hair, “He’s right.. These people are all over.. Probably watching us at this very moment..” Crossly, she lifted her glass up to her lips, acting as if she was taking a small sip, “We might as well leave, get some sort of plan together before returning…” Gabrielle heard Dawn’s displeased expression, and nodded in agreement. She too, shared similar sentiments. As much as she loved playing things by ear, that tactic would not prove to be a wise decision in this particular situation. Gabrielle abandoned her drink to a nearby table, and started to take a few steps towards the door. “And I was really in the mood to kick some heads in tonight too.” She remarked, disappointment evident in her tone of voice as she glanced back towards Dawn and Spike. “You sure we have to wait? I’m all riled to go now.” |