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Theri
Is this all a dream?
A dream within dreams?...
Oh...oh its not.
Sentient thought echoed within Theri's mind as she recalled the first memories since she had met River--the short yet vast time she spent before she came into his world. What had occurred happened at the speed of thought: So vivid, impactful and solid, though also carrying a fleeting and yet ever-present gist. She remembered how it felt when she knew of this world--moving towards the light. She felt reality once more.
Looking up at River, she gave him a smile. "Hi River. You're as much a wolf as I know a wolf. I missed you too. I missed my friends," she said, pronouncing the greeting with a fatigued and slightly cracking tone, disappearing wholly as she took a deep breath.
"I...don't recall much. Where is the brown fox?-..err, I remember Irine has a brown hue.Irine! " Theri blinked. She recalled what had occurred in a time that spanned only a yesterday for her. "Irine! Ike? Where are they? Are they alright? Where am I and-oh...I'm naked."
The Kitsune glanced at River, then back at herself. The awkwardness of her response was lost to her, and would be easily misunderstood if it wasn't for the ability to think out loud.
"Do I look alright?" I think I was hurt and-...
Inquire! Get situational awareness.
"Oh!" River says and looks away.
"I am sorry. I forgot."He lets go of you and uses a chair as support, making his way closer to it and then sitting down. Looks like he has hurt one of his legs, because he makes an effort to avoid having it touch the ground. He continues talking more quietly.
"You... you look allright. Do you feel allright? I... I think you should be allright. Is there something you need?"He lowers his head, no longer looking at you.
"The others are all... alive. They chose to stay behind. In a temporary shelter. But I told them where to meet us later."
Gonna wait a bit so that others have time to respond to NAV's post, since it could change some actions. I'm assuming you all have your CommWires on.
Final Round
Well, time to bail. Run forward until I run out of the building. Try to land on a car for extra cushioning.
You smash through a couple of walls like the cool-aid man until your reach a window, at which point you smash through it without thinking and start falling. Two problems quickly become apparent as you tumble through the air. One, is that you are high. Like, really high. And not in the "smoke weed every day" sense. This is not a mere two storey building. Two, is that you are not being slowed down by air at all. It's like you have no air resistance. You would had probably thought of a third one, had your feet not met the pavement.
Everything goes dark.
My mom keeps her ketchup out of the fridge and she's a germaphobe, so I trust her judgement on the matter. That said, still wouldn't want to eat it straight.
Okay, more time is good... but time's running out. Stay by that hole and get out it as soon as either:
1) It's done (time estimate?)
2) The building goes to crap [defined as the ceiling, floor, or outer wall in the room I'm in starts to give]
3) He comes in
Hopefully it'll be close enough by the time that happens. Circle the building if possible if I get out.
If it finishes and there's time, do a full technosense diagnostic of the wing system. Check feasibility of adding missile launch tubes on the end for missiles not unlike the one I shot at him earlier.
((A matter of taste I suppose. Got a friend that eats those ketchup packets they give in fast food places straight.))
You could potentially put a missile launcher on your back, but why do that when you can hold one? Unless you want a really big missile. The entire wing moves to allow you to turn and fly, so putting a missile on them would not be good for their function, since it would make them heavier and harder to move.
The entire floor beneath yours starts lighting up red. Wings are almost done. Now seems like a good time to GTFO. But you're going to have to jump outside. Okay, you can do this, it's a tall building, you'll have time to fix your mistake on the way down... or the fear and agony of falling to your death will be prolonged in a horrible way. No, no need to think like that, gotta think positive.
You push your engine to full and jump out the window, flapping your wings in case it helps with anything. There is a moment of panic and weightlessness. But then, as you pick up speed, you start feeling the pull of gravity again and even climbing higher. You stop flapping your wing and angle them so that you can turn and face the building, lowering your engine power to conserve fuel.
And then you notice something falling out of the building. Your entire screen becomes red, with arrows flashing, giant letters telling you to "PULL UP". You instinctively punch your engines to full and start flapping your wings as hard as you can, trying to put as much distance between you and whatever is about to happen.
There is a sound loud enough to burst your eardrums despite your helmet. Something hits you in your back, knocking the air out of your lungs. You are tumbling uncontrollably, the sky and the ground becoming a blur.
"'Tis the end of our "battle"!"
Blast him into the floor repeatedly.
You're about to obliterate your downed foe when he suddenly breaks down. Not psychologically, he literally starts braking down, melting, dissolving into something with the consistency of a gel. Before you can properly parse what's going on, a small furry grey thing bursts out of the gel and dives under the fallen stalls, heading towards the elevator.
You fire a very powerful blast, trying to hit him, but somehow manage to completely miss him, instead obliterating a few of the lights on the ceiling, causing them to come crashing down on the floor and the area around you to become darker.
Chasing that guy around is tiring.
"I'm getting terribly old for this shite."And then everything starts shacking. The lights go out. There is a loud bang and the store-front windows implode into the store, accompanied by the panicked screams of the people in the store hit by the glass shrapnel. Cracks start forming on the walls, pieces of rubble and lights smashing down.
"Terribly terribly terribly old for this shite."Jettison all of my biomass to confuse my foe, becoming a cockroach. Lose everything except the acid. Then, quickly scuttle away from the lump of biomass undetected, and crawl into the elevator.
Cocroach is not big enough to carry the gland, so you just take half of it in the form of a very fat rat.
You start running towards the elevator, making your way between the fallen stalls and their spilled merchandise, when suddenly everything starts shaking.The ground, the lights, the stalls. Which is bad news for you, because that means you could end up getting crushed by a shifting stall. There is a loud bang, the sound of shattering glass and falling rubble.
OOCSemi-relevant to this turnI was asked to write a description to this game. I think "where cities are destroyed on a regular basis and any non-immortal NPCs are in constant and grave danger of dying" should be somewhere in there.
Gotta go. I'll do the rest tomorrow.
Do submit--the GM needs sleep though. He is organizing his sleep. x3
I work slow and do my best work at night, what can I do?
The day is my enemy, the night my friend, like the Prodigy say.
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