#vi.event02

"shoot,” anh sat by the bus stop.  she promised she would stop walking around by herself and she made sure to uphold that promise even more.  especially since the people who robbed the ardent last week still weren’t caught.  although, the online world buzzed and claimed that it was angels.  that claim was one that anh thought was ridiculous, by the way - angels were the good guys, right?  she didn’t know.  “wait ...,” anh muttered as she came across the images of the stolen weapons and artifacts on her phone.  she stopped at the horn - golden, bejeweled ... and her eyes widened as she set the phone on her thigh.  she reached for her backpack, unzipped it and reached in for the horn.  she did took it out, just barely as she looked back and forth from the photo to the item in her hands.  it was one in the same.

Something was wrong, something was very wrong. Dean swore that two seconds ago, a fortune teller was here in front of him ...but after she tossed this sky blue jewel at him. His instincts flared up and he caught the stone in his hands; as he looked into the light blue jewel, he swore that it was glowing. The longer he stared at it, the less concerned he was about where the fortune teller went ...if there was even one. 

"well, that's just fucking crazy," godrick muttered under his breath as he swiped through the posts on the gamble's server.  he shook his head as read through the reports the other mercs had started to share - blue monsters and killer angels(? that one was iffy to considering it was passed on by remoridal and from a past mission, godrick could not trust that man) and of course, the curious idea that these powerful weapons from heaven have been spread through the city.  he wasn't so much as worried about the weapons hitting the city, but moreso about the people who had the weapons.  the artifacts were carried through the world, showcased in front of people with wealth and many of them with ill-intent - if someone had their hands on the artifact, godrick could swear that a target would be painted on them.

The chaos that the city had fallen in was a perfect cover to start the gears in motion - the best plans come to play when everyone was distracted and right now, everyone was definitely distracted.  Indigo had already set parts of the plan in motion.  Despite being someone who rarely shared his work, Indigo started to delegate the pieces of the plan to other people.  With the day’s work drawn to the end, Indigo headed home.  The children should be asleep by now, so he was ready to come home and be greeted by his wife.  He hummed quietly as he unlocked the door to their home.  Just as he expected, the home was quiet as he stepped in and closed the door behind him.

He shouldn’t have been surprised to be there. He should have known it was only a matter of time before one of the mercenaries who weren’t too pleased about Gray giving him control of the Gamble turned on him. He’d been asleep on the when they grabbed him, woken by rough hands grasping his arms, his groggy intoxicated state keeping him from being able to fight back. His throat closed in on itself with their hands on him, something shoved into his mouth to keep him silent and a bag thrown over his head. Sparks flew off him, but he was too disoriented and high to control anything. At some point they’d hit him over the head, knocking him out to keep him from struggling.