The downtown area of town was something that made Doll cringe some days; playing 'adventurer' was something cute to the average citizen, but far too often those young and stupid - or just stupid - let it get to their heads. Doll was old; she could remember what life was like back in her youth, before most of these humans and half-humans were around; it was not quite as 'neat' as things were now. Likewise, the real adventurers wouldn't be caught dead here; bounty boards existed elsewhere, and mercenaries were always of use to those with money to spare, and hell, even the PD had on more than one occasion farmed out some tasks to 'adventurers', which always left a sort of bad taste in the elf's mouth. After all, it wasn't that the PD was understaffed, underfunded, or under-armed, just that sometimes they needed to play political, which is all that was. So if something went wrong, or someone got hurt, it was a lot easier to say 'well, we HAD to make a show of it, and someone came to get the job! It's out our hands, honest!'<br/><br/>Come to think of it, that might explain why she was sent to a gigantic bomb that nearly blew her entirely apart...<br/><br/>Making her way the route that went towards the old witch - lovely lady, didn't look a day over thirty - Doll was sure to minimize her exposure to police and anyone whom might recognize her. Knowing police routes innately made it easy to figure out where they wouldn't be, and to go there. Also old town was routinely under-patrolled, but then again where was the money in protecting the poor people? Made it easy for criminals to set up shop, but sadly all Doll was was a well-trained scalpel to extract cancerous tumors shaped like people from this region now and again; her word didn't go terribly far, probably because the political game was... a chore to say the least. Still, she was familiar-enough with the region to know where she was heading, and got there in no time.<br/><br/>The Church of Iomedae... the new one was quite an impressive sight, but it didn't have quite the same lasting, old-world charm as this one of stone and lasting components. Made it a good place to hole up in since nobody visited it, but it was guaranteed to be at least a stable place unlikely to collapse. Sneaking up some distance away, Doll was glad for her new cybernetics as her eyes quickly locked onto - with some enhancement from the Combat-Assist-Software her 'patron' had so kindly installed in her - the two guards in front. She could probably pick them off from here, but unfortunately one of the things she no longer had were suppressors for her weapons, and her Sharpshooter-Scythe was quite a loud little lady. If she had to go loud, she was going to draw a lot of attention.<br/><br/>So, knowing of the back entrance, Doll decided to take the long, stealthy way around, come in through the cemetery, and go through the back door. Hopefully people still felt 'odd' about cemeteries, and she could use that to her advantage. As she got close, she would draw her darling weapon and let it unfurl itself into it's large, adamantine-gunmetal blade holding it over her shoulder, blade down, as she quietly made her approach. Funny how a lot of the skillset that came with getting into position for a raide led to a good deal of familiarity with breaking and entering...<br/><br/>(OOC: Stealth: At 2016-09-25 12:11:34, Keelan (uid: 15533) rolls: 1d20a17 Result: 33 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=95100), and keep in mind Doll has an alternate racial trait for stealthy movement (instead of Elven Magic))