[Event Log] The War at Home - Ambush!!

[soul_mods]

Characters: OPEN to those staying home during Mission #202
Location: Residential Districts in Death City: Casualty Communal, Death City Heights, the apartments for rent and Fatality Condominiums
Rating: Varies
Time: May 29th, Noon
Description: An attack on our homes! Drive them out!



They'd been waiting for this.

They gathered around the residential buildings, taking care to scout out exactly where the non-natives have been living as they suck up all the resources and act as a beacon to Witch attacks while complaining among each other about how hard the war is and other pointless nonsense.

They come armed with rags and bottles, lighters and stones, crowbars and a bad attitude.

"...Begin!" Called a voice from the gathered crowds, and the fires began as rags were lit, bottles were thrown. With the shattering of glass, the gasoline would spread and the fires would feast, burning everything it touches... including your prized possessions, if you're unlucky.

Others, local thugs one would see if they walked the streets at 3 AM and peered into many of Death City's labyrinthine alleys, saw fit to shoulder-ram the doors into the building foyers, looking to take the destruction to the inside of the building, the apartment staircases, the higher floors. It looks like this particular strike was planned ahead...


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Inner City Residential

[heavenly_earth]

[The home of Murder Manor and Fatality Condominiums]

Outer Residential Quarter I

[heavenly_earth]

[The newbie's Casualty Communal and charming Filthy Flats!]

Outer Residential Quarter II

[heavenly_earth]

[Death City Heights, Creeping Crypts, and Reaper Residences]

Light Yagami | Near FC | Open

[takeapotatochip]

[Had it been only one of them, Light would have favored his chances of coming out on top of the fight. But it had been two of them...which quickly became four of them, and he had not been stupid enough to try and hold his ground.

"Where ya goin', pretty boy? Your makeup ain't done yet!" came a quip from below where he huddled on the third story of the building next door's fire escape as his aggressors passed beneath.

Aside from being rattled, and more than a little pissed off as he endured the feel of wounded pride, Light was relatively unhurt. Blood welled at the corner of his mouth from his split lip as he absently wiped it away, working on mapping out an escape route as the rioters moved out of sight.

So much for his life getting easier minus one clingy weapon.]