Para-interactive: The Eagle

[*Powderhorn]

Bridget looks around the hut and thinks to herself, This place needs some warmth. She sneaks into the hut itself, ever wary of traps and alarms, to give the woman a poke with the needle to keep her in her sleeping state. Then, two traps she sets on the doorway with the light escaping from it, both tied to the same trigger: One holy in nature, one flaming.

[*Selebius]

The woman seems not to notice the sting, still breathing calmly as she glides from sleep into deep unconsciousness.

As Bridget sets the traps she sees the half fiend doing some paperwork on a table in the next room, the candle dim, just bright enough to let the creature discern some colours. In a basket at his feet a small dog is sleeping.

[*Powderhorn]

Bridget, making a mental note of the puppy, her trap setting done, sets about sliding the pocket plane around the woman.

[*Selebius]

It is hard for Bridget to move the woman's unconscious body but she manages to slowly stuff her into the bag with some difficulties.
Sometimes the bed is creaking but she muffles the sounds well and both the Half Fiend and dog stay unaware about what is happening in the room nearby.

[*Powderhorn]

Bridget tucks the bag away, and sneaks out to the hut's exit. Remembering that obnoxious little dog, who was probably in the process of being a trained killer anyway, she sets a trio of traps all on the same trigger to the door and both windows. She's looking forward to the entire front of the hut entirely exploding like some spell-chucker set off a fireball.

While it was tempting to use some more alchemist's fire to start the fire going and expedite the explosion, Bridget knew she had to be patient.

...

But then again, she did enjoy a show. Annnd... in her defense, she wanted to make sure there weren't obnoxious little traces of her own traps to point back to herself. Not that she didn't already have plenty of deniabilility there.

[*Selebius]

As she triggers the explosion the hut blows up nicely, flaming wood scattered all over the place.

Of course something like this draws attention- especially in the Lady's ward and it takes not long and the Hardheads arrive. The explosion attracted also some Mercykillers and of course several bystanders, some of which try to smother the flames others trying to climb up to search the remains for survivors.

[*Powderhorn]

Bridget herself simply slips away into the evening, off to a safe house where she can properly secure her prisoner. She avoids the crowds and simply desires to be unseen, something she knows she's probably the best in all of Sigil at. Maybe even the entire planes.

Keeping close to the shadows, a house in the Lady's Ward is marked with one simple off-color rock in it's construction. Such a small, but important detail for a safe house. When she slips inside, she checks to make sure it's still safe and not compromised, but, otherwise, starts reaching in her pocket plane to tie up her prisoner and gag the same.

[*Selebius]

The Harmonium moving quickly, questioning potential witnesses, bystanders now herded together.

Patrols are searching the streets, passing past her until....


"You there! Step out of the shadows! I smell your stench, scum!"

..that tall, burly officer? Can it be? Is he really pointing at her?

She is close, very close to that safehouse...

[*Powderhorn]

She knows he can't see her. She knows he can't hear her. She's just too damn good for that. Adrenaline pumping, she lobs a bag that unleashes a stinking cloud at the guards feet. Smell that ya rotter, she thinks victoriously to herself as she bypasses the safe house to move towards Sigil Main and another safe house.

[*Selebius]

"Oi! Hold it!"

"Find her!"

They cough, they spit- as does Bridget of course as fumes know no loyality- but the man's senses seem to be dulled for the moment and she manages to slip away.

There is a popping sound and on her back she feels wetness spreading, the troopers cursing but falling back.

She is hurt however, the shrapnels of the bomb in her back, the troopers perhaps still following?