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savetheearth2013-10-21 12:41 am
detectivetroll) wrote in savetheearth2013-10-21 12:41 am
Why'd it have to be snakes? [closed log]
Who: Alex (moarnomsplz), Yuji (sassymaru), Nick (detectivetroll), Ray (synonymouswithdookie), Shou (ursoreckless), Regina (acequeen), Anthony (scramasax), possibly Lyall (professorwolf) and Monroe (grimmopedia) for tracking
Where: Dead District
When: October 21st, evening-ish
What: Snake fightin'!
When Yuji and Nick had run into one of the snake statues, it was obvious that it was too much for them to handle. All right, so maybe they'd gone looking for it on purpose. But that purpose had been served, and now they knew what the snakes looked like, and some of how they moved.
So he'd put up a post on the network, explaining what he and Yuji had seen and that it was really, really unlikely that the two of them could take it on successfully. Still, he wanted to get rid of it, so he'd asked for anyone who would be willing to team up to help get rid of it - either in tracking it down, actually fighting it, or dealing with the aftermath, whether that be medical attention or a quick getaway.
They'd arranged a time and a meeting place in the Dead District, in an area where most of the sightings had been.
Alex, Yuji, and Nick are already there, having just finished work - a shift where Alex was interning with them, and that'd led to him coming along. Nick's brought his gun, of course, but there's odder weapons with him as well: an eight-foot bullwhip is attached to his belt, coiled at his hip, and there's a somewhat strange weapon resting against his leg, courtesy of his latest pulse.
Once everyone arrives, it'll be snake hunting time.
moarnomsplz), Yuji (sassymaru), Nick (detectivetroll), Ray (synonymouswithdookie), Shou (ursoreckless), Regina (acequeen), Anthony (scramasax), possibly Lyall (professorwolf) and Monroe (grimmopedia) for trackingWhere: Dead District
When: October 21st, evening-ish
What: Snake fightin'!
When Yuji and Nick had run into one of the snake statues, it was obvious that it was too much for them to handle. All right, so maybe they'd gone looking for it on purpose. But that purpose had been served, and now they knew what the snakes looked like, and some of how they moved.
So he'd put up a post on the network, explaining what he and Yuji had seen and that it was really, really unlikely that the two of them could take it on successfully. Still, he wanted to get rid of it, so he'd asked for anyone who would be willing to team up to help get rid of it - either in tracking it down, actually fighting it, or dealing with the aftermath, whether that be medical attention or a quick getaway.
They'd arranged a time and a meeting place in the Dead District, in an area where most of the sightings had been.
Alex, Yuji, and Nick are already there, having just finished work - a shift where Alex was interning with them, and that'd led to him coming along. Nick's brought his gun, of course, but there's odder weapons with him as well: an eight-foot bullwhip is attached to his belt, coiled at his hip, and there's a somewhat strange weapon resting against his leg, courtesy of his latest pulse.
Once everyone arrives, it'll be snake hunting time.
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He's been squinting at the thing ever since Nick whipped it out -- no innuendo intended, surprisingly. It honestly looks like someone wrapped a baseball bat up in metal studs. He'd seen fewer studs on teenagers entering their gothic phases. Hence the comment.
And, really, he's been saving up all of his horrific comments all day. His shoulder is bothering him, and part of him really doesn't want to be messing around with the snake monsters again. Once was bad enough. Something about this district is getting his proverbial hackles raised.
His gun is already prepped. He doesn't have it drawn, no, that would be foolish. The leather clasp holding it in the holster has been undone, however, for quick access. Just in case.
"We're not going clubbing -- and yes, I did mean that pun."
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He doesn't know if his tail will be any use against the stone snakes. It's too risky to grow it just yet, anyway.
He rolls his eyes at Yuji's pun, though he can't help but laugh, too.
"I probably, lee, would have gone for the inn, Indiana Jones joke, myself."
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Then he gives Yuji a look, even if it's partially amused. "You've been waiting to do those all day, haven't you? You might as well get them all out before we start hunting down the thing."
Nick's nervous, too, though he's hiding it well with humor. He's never gone up against something that he wasn't sure they could beat before.
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He waves his good hand. While the shoulder has healed well enough for work again, there are still a few stitches. And it still pulls sometimes, if he moves it too much. If they're going to be fighting things, there's going to be plenty of movement coming up.
His own expression is skeptical, returning Nick's Look. "Maybe. I can't make half of them because of innocent ears."
Confidence through vague humor. That's the way of things.
ugh, sorry for slowness
"You guys aren't going-ing to be scandalized, lize-duh, if I end up swearing during the fight, are you?"
Joking around definitely seems like a good way to prove to himself he's not scared. If he were really scared, he wouldn't be able to laugh... right?
no worries! <3 now it's my turn to apologize >.<
But as long as Alex isn't upset by it, Nick'll continue to be amused at it.
"Nah, swear all you want. Giant moving statues always gets you a free pass on curse words."
Welcome to the club of 'joking to deflect fear,' man. It's not as cool of a club as the Numbers, but still pretty good company. It's practically standard for cops.
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Shou had brought a late model dark blue sedan, the kind of car that really doesn't get notice much at all since they were everywhere. He parked it, taking a lot of care to make sure that he didn't make it too showy and then approached the group, which was when he noticed the club. As clueless he could be about certain aspects of fighting, Shou had seen kanabo for most of his life, usually in depictions of monsters and foot soldiers in films. He just didn't expect to see one in the hands of an officer of the law.
"You do know you can break a man's bones with it, right?"
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"I don't know, man, you'd have to ask the guy in my pulses who apparently knows how to use this. I got it in my last one, and I figured - hey, if it can break bones, maybe it can do some damage to a stone snake."
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He had no idea how tough those snake statues were but he figured that stone would outclass wood unless used by an expert. He doesn't know how much of an expert Nick was with the thing, but they were all fishing in the dark when it came to their pulses.
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Nick has no idea, either, on both accounts. But at this point, he figures he might as well bring everything he has, just in case.
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Shou shrugged, snuggling a little deeper in his rather mundane hodie, looking like a skinny kid in over-sized clothing than his usual fashion plate self. He had his gun on him some where but he had no idea on how to even release the safety so it's more a thing for show than actual damage.
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There's a pause as he tries to figure out a tactful way of saying, 'hey, uh, unless you've gotten some pulses that made you deceptively kick-ass in a fight, maybe you should wait in your car when we find it.'
Eventually he settles for, "Did you get anything like this?"
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"I'm still learning how to use it."
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He was another one who'd eyed the thing - went to fidgeting with the sword in what was bolstered with some intent to passively present or "offer" it, as he slunk forward just a tad. His head was slightly angled downward, half in apprehension-shaded respect and half from the amount of sunlight still present; he had his hood down as confrontation was expected, a hood up longer than it needed to be was going to get in the way. Leaving it down would allow guard properly up - and on the other hand inspired raising it further and tighter for another, somewhat immature reason the presence of which he wasn't going to overthink.
"Should I -- ..." To a quick and flatter-toned mumble. " -- be ready to do anything... -- ? -- I'm -- afraid a sword - 's all I have."
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But he was here for his nose, and since he was invited, and since he thought perhaps he might not be the only werewolf present. That was enough to keep him from hiding at home, this time.
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Once she finished making sure all the bullets are in the proper places, she relaxed her shoulders (as much as she was able to) and, with slight hesitation, bore her gaze towards the participants. She may not be a mind-reader, much less a full-fledged people person, but she could tell some unease bounced off one of them — that hooded one carrying the sword.
"It's the best chance you got," Regina replied curtly with a slight crook of her neck, clutching on to the gun like it'd slip from her fingers anytime soon. "I mean, it's not like you'll be alone." A careless shrug.
As she looked back and forth between Anthony and Lyall, she couldn't help but frown tightly, a flicker of surprise at her own response. Not at the tone she used, which was typical for Regina, but at the intent. She was practically telling this person, whoever he is, that she'd help him. Perhaps not in those exact words, but either way, she had to rely on those people whether she liked it or not. This was one situation where she couldn't afford to fight alone.
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When the red-haired woman with the guns - who, to his memory, he thought he remembered conversing with once from the face and voice, on the network far back in the spring, it couldn't have been after spring - spoke, his focus snapped aside from Mr. Lyall and the others to her, and he gave himself a sharp shove in the head for it not having occurred to him to expect that she would say anything.
Her words registered, all the same - he blinked the off-guard widening out of his eyes, tipped his head down and flickered on a sheepish, appreciative smile. "Of -- course..."
His lips thinned, he shuffled a little, shifted his hunched shoulders - glanced between her and Mr. Lyall again, muttered, "Still, erm -- ...if there's anywhere I should be -- " Swallow, another sheepish smile directed a bit more toward Regina and her arming. "I -- wouldn't be able to do a -- ...anything, much, without getting close - ..."
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"So. Just out of curiosity, how high do you think our chances of survival are?"
yeah, he was meeting some of these dudes for the first time. No, he didn't care how bad a first impression this might be.
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"Not good, but they'll probably be better if you stop stinking up the place."
It's times like this he seriously hates him heightened senses.
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"Hey hey, if you don't think our chances of survival are good, then I'm sure as hell not putting out the last cigarette I may ever smoke."
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"I don't know because there is no way the snake thing will won't notice the smoke. You know what keep it up. We can just use you as bait."
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Ray gave a grand total of ZERO fucks. He would have kept smoking just to spite this guy had he not reached the end of his cigarette. With a huff, he flicks it to the ground and stomps it out.
"Looks like you win this round, pops. What crawled up your ass and died anyway?"
[battle]
latest tag ever, sorry for this!
But hey, she fought giant bats and four-foot tall creepers (as Regina eventually found out they're known as Vermedi), so what can these snakes do to her?
Her eyes widen incredulously because, whoa, they're huge! Still, this isn't the time to hesitate, not when she possesses a few handguns, one of which she's currently holding, loaded and ready to be triggered, while the other remains inside her thigh holster. Just a few seconds more...
"Guys! I'm aiming in this direction!" She screams out in warning, taking a few leaps back with her eyes locked onto a nearby snake, then several bullet shots fire against the scales, its sounds loud and crystal clear. "Be careful!"
[aftermath]
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Thus, he's perfectly fine, if still a bit shaken, and feeling decidedly cowardly, as they park well out of the dead zone and recover. "Is there anything I can do?" he asks of... anyone in particular.