Radio / Locked to Police Force

[irishthor]

This is Shay Cormac. I need help down at the Courtyard of Public Opinion. There's some kind of smoke in the air, too, so I'd recommend you bring something to block your mouth and nose.

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[redlightgreenlight]

I've dispatched some of my forces. I myself will be there momentarily.

[She sounds calm, but she's definitely on edge.]

What can you tell me about the situation.

[irishthor]

Rioting. Over petty reasons, as far as I can hear. One man has just had his head shoved through a wooden sign for breathing too loudly.

[redlightgreenlight]

[There was a stream of muttered curses in a foreign language, or perhaps it was a few different languages.]

I was afraid something like this would happen....You said smoke?

[She's already reaching out with her empathetic senses, trying to gauge if other places in the city have been affected.]

[irishthor]

I... Well... It looks like Dust.

[redlightgreenlight]

[That would explain the sudden outbreak and she knew she was immune to Dust, or at least the older strains of it, but she couldn't put her forces in jeopardy. Dust would affect them. She holds the radio away and barks an order to grab masks or anything they can find to cover their mouth and nose. Hopefully that would minimize the exposure.]

I'm heading out. Won't have radio contact anymore but my telepathy should kick in once I'm close enough. We can coordinate using that. For now, get some height and use your radio to let my forces know where the worst areas are.

[irishthor]

Already there. Look for the highest point.

[shirley_templar]

Smoke? Like a gas attack? I'll be right there.