BlackKnightMemory
garagekid
*The garagekid was now made well apparent that there was indeed, as he had expected, machinery involved in this. A loud hum, almost like that of a motor but different, could be heard very loudly somewhere on the ground above despite the slight muffling from the sewers. He thought that as he had been running on the above level and looked up, there might've been a face peering down at him...he now dashed through the second level of the sewers, searching in the faded light for the opening to the third level where he had made a small encampment of blankets...and scrounged up weapons.*
Blackknightmemory was crouched up resting in the back of the sewers. he was twiddling matches and gasoline lay sug in his pockets. Garagekid ran by him and blackknightmemory immediately followed.
*Pivots and kicks off the ground backwards, skidding through the sewer water on his back very fast and trying to see who was chasing him in the dim light. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a switchblade, whatever good that might do in this situation, perhaps for close-quarter combat.*
*He did notice that this person was oddly dressed, and didn't look like any kind of police officer he'd ever seen before.*
"Who are you!?" he lightly called. "What are you doing down here!?"
*The sound of stampeding feet was well heard just a bit above, it seemed.*
((Xion-Arcadia: Help me out and we'll talk.))