Log; Incomplete

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 When: November 8th
Rating: PG-13 (upwards to R)
Characters: Carlos Ramirez westcoastrc  and Anita Blake browning_baby 
Summary: Carlos and Anita hit the Underground to blow off some steam.

Log: Carlos checked his arsenal as he made his way past the fountain, heading towards the entrance to the Underground, as Anita had described.  Staff, check.  Pummeler, check.  Glock, check.  Frag granades, check.  Warden sword, check.  The Pummeler was a Carlos Ramirez original.  He's put it together out of a gardening glove and a few pieces of silver.  The enchantment on it was simple: take the energy he put behind a punch and multiply it by about twenty.

He nodded, feeling prepared for whatever the Underground might throw at them.  He came to the entrance.  It looked like a subway terminal, just like Anita had said it would.  Now all he had to do was wait.

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As promised, Anita was waiting for him just inside the entrance. She was obviously armed herself, showing both knives she hadn't bothered to hide and the guns she always had with her. Her Browning was nestled snugly in a holster at her side and the Firestar settled opposite, giving her a nice crossdraw option.

Her eyes glanced with intrest at the gloves, quirking a smile before she nodded off towards the darkness at the far end of the tunnel.

"Hope you don't mind the dark."

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Carlos plastered a cocky smile on his face, prepping himself mentally for the trek ahead him, as much as he could, at. To be honest, he had no idea what the two of them would be going up against. He didn't really care, though. He knew at least he could handle it. He knew to watch his back, though. Dresden had warned him that Anita could be reckless, and he had no intention of dying here.

"Baby, I was born in the dark," he made a guesture towards the ramp. "You seem to know where we're going, so lead on."

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With a snort and a hidden smirk, she turned and started into the tunnels, heading for the darkest part on instinct. Leaving him at her back made her skin prickle, but as much as she disliked Harry Dresden, she respected and trusted him and if he trusted Carlos, she would.

To a point.

Short legs covering a surprising amount of ground, she glanced back over her shoulder, murmuring, "I seem to come down here a lot."

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"You like the dark, huh?" He gripped his staff, ready for anything. He'd heard a lot about this place and he'd been itching to check it out for himself.

"You seem tense." He kept his voice quiet, but loud enough to carry to Anita.

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"Not really. I just know I can come down here and blow off steam without hurting anyone."

Their footsteps echoed in the almost perfect dark, but oddly, her hands remained empty. She'd pull something when she needed to.

"I'm not sleeping well lately and I'm kinda not a big fan of not knowing what's behind my back. Instinct and all that."

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He tapped the end of his staff gently in the sloped ground. "It's a big piece of wood, baby."

He was quiet for a moment, senses reaching out in all directions. He was surprised to feel so many supernatural sources of power down here, even though he'd been told about the place several times. "Yeah, Dresden mentioned you were having nightmares too."

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Innuendo always made Anita feel uncomfortable, but in this case, it made her chuckle as well. "Women always like a big piece of wood behind them."

Maybe it was the release of tension.

She was about to snark off that Harry Dresden should keep his trap shut when something shuffled to their right side; a sniffing sound suddenly loud in the dark. Motion almost too quick to see and Anita had a matching set of knives in her hands, her head turned to track the sound.