The Fourteenth Sortie [Action]

[yellowthirteen]

[He was just going to the store to get a few groceries.  It wasn't far.  Just around the corner.  He would've been there and back in a few minutes, and he left during a lull.   But when he got near the store, he found himself in another place entirely.

It looked a lot like Farbanti, the Erusian capital.  He could easily tell this from where he arrived; near the district that had been completely sent underwater when the Ulysses asteroid fell.  Unfortunately, he couldn't have arrived at a worse time.  The sounds overhead were that of ISAF fighters, presumably including Mobius One, yet Thirteen wasn't able to see any of the aircraft above.  Strange, but perhaps it was just ambient noise.

 

No, the more immediate threat came from the advancing ISAF soldiers on the ground... all of whom were hostile.  They waste no time opening fire at Thirteen as he ducks around a corner.  Armed with only his handgun, Thirteen is stuck in a familiar town.  He had to find a way out of here, one that didn't involve him getting shot.

Anyone in the vicinity of the general store could be pulled into this simulation, which might make for some fine culture shock to those not used to a modern setting.  It could be that they stumbled into this the same as he did... or it could be someone intentionally looking for danger.  Either way, Thirteen could probably use some backup in escaping.]

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[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

[He looks around again before starting to move into the alleys. It's concealed from the road and the Erusian Army would use them for ambushes frequently, so if the ISAF troops played true to form they'd be relatively safe in there if they weren't spotted.]

It's better not to try unless you must. Their assault rifles are faster and probably have better range than magic.

[...He pauses for a moment in the alley and curses under his breath as they keep moving.]

Dammit, I forgot I could even use magic here.

[not_meatbuns]

[Litchi just follows along as quietly as she can, giving a small nod in answer. It's clear he knows his way around here, so she knows she can trust his sense of direction. Still, it's a bit of a struggle to fight back a smile that he temporarily forgot about the Filial magic.]

I suppose it's understandable. The magic is the only part that doesn't quite fit your home, hm...?

[Wince. The sounds of the jets overhead are really distracting. She keeps expecting some sort of aerial assault to go along with trying to skirt around all these soldiers.]

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

Pretty much.

[Thirteen looks up at the jet sound... and again, there's no actual plane to go with it. Eerie.

He leads them both quietly through a series of alleyways, the footsteps of the ISAF soldiers sometimes being heard a block over when the jets weren't screaming above.]