[h1][color=orange]Archie Davis[/color][/h1]
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[b][i]Somewhere in Prince Ed-Field[/i][/b]

Archie's arm emerged from the bag, and out came the rest of him following. He got up on his feet, taking a look at the fine, beige carpet flooring beneath them. Upon further observation, it looked as though he was in a hotel room. Two beds, sizable space, window overlooking the Prince Ed-Field district of Baybridge. Archie scanned the room, taking notice of a slip of paper on one of the beds, along with a key. He went over and picked the both of them up.

[indent][i]Archie,

Took the bag somewhere safe. Left to get Reyna to her meeting. You can use the room all you like.

We'll keep in touch!

- Arianna[/i][/indent]
Well alright then. Archie nodded, proceeding to locate his backpack and get everything in order to head out some more. The hotel room would be his base outside of his base. He'd have to thank Arianna for it next time they saw each other.

Once everything was packed up, he turned to the door, exited the room, and locked it up behind him with the key.

...

[b][i]Starrybanks, White Coast[/i][/b]

A brisk walk westward through town brought Archie back to where he'd first started out in Baybridge. Ari hadn't left the van - not that he would've used it, being a stolen vehicle and all. Hopefully DOVE and RAVEN weren't on any sort of trail leading to him, though something in his thoughts convinced him they had more important matters to tend to.

Was that a bad thing to think? He wasn't all too sure.

He had the idea to take a tour of things district by district. See if the riot had any immediate, unsavory effects. He got familiar with the boardwalk already, so he decided to try the more colorful piece of White Coast - Starrybanks. Lots of clubs and the like lining the pathways. More than a handful of them looked of rather ill repute. He thought it was kind of strange, beaches and brothels being in such relatively close proximity. There was an obscure "washing up" joke to be made there, but he refrained.

He was strolling along, keeping his belongings secure, when all of a sudden the right side of his head and upper torso was met with a lobbed, half-eaten hotdog. Archie reeled to his left a bit, raising his hand to wipe some ketchup, mustard, and relish off of his mask.

"Hey!" Came a male voice from a bit away, supposedly from the source of the edible projectile. Archie turned his head to see a group of men approaching him, the one in front pointing a wrathful finger. "You're one of them!" He shouted, as one of his companions grabbed a nearby trashcan to use its contents for ammunition.

Archie immediately turned and began running, as more assorted articles of garbage came his way. The anti-meta crowd seemed to pick up on his status as one of their "enemies", and acted accordingly.

Archie ran past a handful of other people before turning a corner left, and running further down a busier street. His clothes had gotten a little messier after a few lucky hits. Weaving through the passersby, Archie made a split-second decision to take shelter in any random establishment and hope it wouldn't escalate beyond that.

He made another turn and ran straight through a very decorative entrance into... wherever. He stopped the moment he went in, turning his vision back towards his pursuers - who, thankfully, had stopped. They all looked at the building Archie had taken shelter in, with looks of disgust, scorn, and worry on their faces. After a moment, they gave up, and took their leave. Archie didn't have much time to properly savor his relief, however.

"Those guys giving you trouble?"

Archie turned his attention towards the source of the inquiry - a woman standing behind a reception desk. Flawless skin, slim frame, short black hair, very striking green eyes, and an expensive-looking black dress. Archie hesitated for a moment before nodding in reply to her question. She folded her hands together and leaned forward on the desk, continuing to say, "Looks like they got some hits in."

She was right. Archie's mask, jacket, and some of his pants were a mess. He didn't want to wipe any of it off onto the establishment's very nice, opaque flooring. "Must still be pretty mad about the riot. No one here had any part in it but, that doesn't register with some people, apparently." The receptionist said, "You should [i]probably[/i] go clean up. Maybe stay inside for a bit too. That getup of yours just [i]screams[/i] meta."

Archie would have peered past the desk to see exactly what kind of place this was, but there were two heavily tinted glass doors in the way.

"Privacy, y'know." The woman commented, "Just go on in. Bathroom's marked." Archie nodded hesitantly in reply, and stepped towards the doors. The receptionist made one last comment before he went in - "And welcome to The Obelisk."

Archie passed the smiling woman one last glance before the door shut behind him.