Settle The Score | The Assassination of Fenix Down (Player Plot Open-Log)

[aelwyn_aberration]

Who: Aelwyn + Anyone Who Wants To Be Involved In This Assassination
When: April
Where: Around Gloucester, Springfield, the Circus, assorted other locations.
Summary: A murder is planned, executed, and staged. The details are yet to come.
Warnings: Discussions of murder, actual murder, blackmail, espionage, gaslighting, TBA.

[Several months ago, following the Circus' initial visit, Aelwyn was given permission to take down Fenix Down and his circus. Now, after more recent revelations about their unseen enemy, the plan has become a higher priority.

The plan is as follows. To ensure that this doesn't implicate ADI, a false cult will be created for this specific purpose. They'll keep the entity behind it vague, but one must be selected to ensure anyone paying enough attention would be able to identify it. They'll create conspiracy theories, fabricate old reports from decades ago to make it seem like this group is only recently being resurrected.

And then, with that done, they'll execute the plan itself. Staging the kidnapping and murder as if it was the act of that cult, and an extensive interrogation.

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Re: cw: Various injuries

[worthallthis]

That's one of the many joys of wearing a face mask: no dust inhalation problems. Winter looks up and over, taking in Jaeger's condition, though his expression is impossible to see behind said mask and goggles. "What if all someone had to do was brush the dust off. Some of it needs to be separated. Buried."

He looks Jaeger over one more time. They don't have a lot of time, but they don't have a lot of resources left, either, he thinks. Jaeger needs to sit down. Hell, Winter needs to sit down. But the mission isn't over yet. "Get a sandbag," he decides. "I'll bury some pieces over here. Take some with us. Bury them somewhere else. You douse in sand the rest."

cw: Various injuries

[bloodalwaystells]

There's an ashen sort of look to Jaeger's already-fair skin, the peek of a crust of blood under one nostril, but he gives a short nod at Winter's direction, steadies himself for another second and then moves to retrieve one of the bags of sand.

He's used to operating while compromised. His scars alone are a testament to that, and so is his stoic stance as he moves to heft the bag over one shoulder. Breathe, and keep moving. The pain is a steady burn, that becomes simple background noise as he pushes himself to make the short trip from the booth to Winter's side again.

The waxy, gory pieces have started to make a bit of progress toward reforming, and burial? Yeah. That seems like the best idea, even with time ticking down.

"There's enough here to mix with everything," he advises solemnly, letting the bag drop to the ground with a dull thump. "Both buried and not. Better not to take any chances."

[worthallthis]

Winter's used to it, too, though normally he'd be starting to knit together by now. Ugh. Sometimes he hates having to be a person now.

By the time Jaeger gets back, Winter has already dug a few shallow holes for some of the bigger pieces with the heel of his boots, and is scraping dirt over one of them. There is another piece, most of one hand, in his metal one, though the metal fingers keep twitching around it, something inside malfunctioning.

He kicks over the bag of sand, too, letting it start to spill over the wreckage, spreading it around with his boot. Kicking at things hurts, but bending over or crouching hurts, too, and he'd rather stay on his feet. "Pick a foot or and ear or something," he instructs. "Carry it with us. We need to go."

cw: Body parts

[bloodalwaystells]

With some of the sand spilled out, there's more than enough room in the burlap sandbag to fit in some pieces of the mess. Packed in sand, they should keep from reforming, Jaeger thinks, and well, he'll have to just go with that because that's what they have.

Bending over hurts, and nearly starts him coughing again, but he wipes his mouth on his already-bloodied sleeve and sets to gathering a couple of choice pieces of the...remains. It's easier to distance himself from that when he realizes that they are wax, not anything like flesh and blood at all. It's grotesque, but not quite as awful as actual meat would be.

Meat. Probably better he not think like that. He packs the parts into the sand carefully, then straightens and gives Winter a short, sharp nod.

"When you're ready, then."