Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20160521052428/@comment-25686329-20160529225019

((Ooh, possibly! Let me just have a few more posts with Amaze so we can see where this is going. If not, we'll have to get them together in another RP))

The Yankee absentmindedly thumbed, stroked the handle of the gun, thinking.

Back by tonight. Huh. He'd have to... do something about that. He slid back into the Stronghold, mind already formulating a plan. It was rabid.

- - -

Anomaly wasn't entirely sure why she was doing this.

Like, seriously, she had no reason to help Yankee. Yeah, they had met before and stuff, but why was...? Ah, forget it.

Still, this was ludicrious. This was 100% just... why?

She stepped out of Yankee's car, the Rampart, as he did the same. The Yankee was dressed in a red leather jacket, black tie. He was showy, and Anomaly knew why. In contrast, Anomaly herself was dressed more... withdrawn, average. She wasn't supposed to stick out, but she was supposed to look pretty. She was in a skirt and wasn't wearing her goggles. Her hair was done and she had in a single dark earing that looked to be made from some glassy, monsterous eye, maybe a Deep One's.

She looked Yankee over again after he had parked.

"You realize that I'm not the phone guy, right?"

"What?" The Yankee's eyebrow arced and his lip curled in confusion.

"In Statement. I'm not the one that goes into the crypt. The other guy does. Feeds info through the phone to where I'm waiting. I mean, I can do this survelliance for you, but if you want somebody that's destined to do stuff like that, I can call Carly Warren and --"

"Shuddit. I came to you on purpose." He responded, face betraying nothing.

Anomaly raised her hands defensively. "F-fine...fine."

The Yankee and her strode off into Bookend together, but seperate.

- - -

A little later, things were in motion. It was later in the afternoon, approaching evening, and the village was thriving. Students of all kinds were there, but luckily things weren't too packed or chaotic. Just... populated.

Anomaly was watching from a bench, pretending to flip through her MirrorPhone. She was intending to give off the vibe of someone who was waiting for someone else. And then she had spotted her. Nicole. She tapped her earpiece and buzzed in Yankee.

"Found her."

"Awesome. Where?"

"About a block north from where you are. Move."

"Gotcha. You know what to do if things go south?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

Silence on the other end.

"Are you still there...?" Anomaly said, with a little more care than she probably meant.

"...Yes."

"Ah, good."

- - -

The Yankee moved. She was in his eyeline, now. He knew she would have to pass through there before returning to the school, as most students did.

He could see her. He was walking towards her with purpose. She looked...fantastic. It really had been too long since he had seen Nicole.