Warriors: Choose Your Own Adventure (COMPLETE)

[~*Amber*~]

Start with the call girls

[abxy]

Start with Thimble. She needs to know what happened, anyway.

[lady chocobo]

Start with the patrols

[agathokakologic]

I decide to start with the patrols.

[Wolvine]

Start with the patrols

[detective who.]

Start with the call girls.

[Arcaii]

Choices:

1: Patrols
2: Patrols
3: Call girls
4: Thimble
5: Patrols
6: Patrols
7: Patrols
8: Call girls

Roll says... 7: Patrols.


Things will go a lot smoother if you know exactly where and when to expect a patrol. From what you know, the mobs here are basically just a bunch of groups working together to fight the Corps. How they give and receive their orders, you can't tell, but the head honchos must all work with each other to keep things organized. And that means there's a system of patrols set up to keep groups from leaving one area bare of guards.

You wait a little while, watching the various crews walk around below, until you find one that catches your attention. It's a group of about ten, all broad-shouldered toms covered in scars, with one slightly older cat at the lead. They aren't speaking to each other - their heads are lowered, their ears back, and their tails perfectly still. They're walking with purpose.

You slink down from your perch, winding around the dusty pipes and half-finished floors, keeping your eye trained on the group. They move without acknowledging any of the other cats, who all very quickly step out of their way. They don't look over at a particularly vicious fight, nor do they notice the faint sound of a dog barking. They just keep walking in a straight line, never changing their expressions or saying a single word.

It takes almost an hour for them to finally stop at what you think is their other border, where the city finally starts coming to life. The captain (you presume) walks back and forth a little, glaring into the street. The wisers move around until they're in a line, all waiting silently. You narrow your eyes.

Another group eventually steps out into the open. There's a little bit of talking about boundaries, and then they launch into a fight. You scowl and leave.

It's possible that you'll have to listen in to a few conversations, or even speak to somebody. You're not exactly on a time limit, but you want to get out of this place as soon as possible. You don't even care where you'd go, just that you're gone. Maybe you should decide on that too, after a while.

It starts raining. You count the drops that hit you before you take shelter in an alley window. Twenty-seven. You don't like the rain very much.

It's cold.

Someone's running around, trying to find shelter. You catch a glimpse of them - a small, dark cat, possibly a molly, by the breathing. You weigh your options. Maybe you can get some information. Maybe she'll call for the dogs.


Call her over.
Ignore her.

[abxy]

Call over.

[Comettail76]

Call her over.

[~*Amber*~]

Call her over