Upon Harvey's bow tie snapping off of his body, Jasper tossed it aside callously. She did the same to the business card Harvey handed her after taking only a moment to glance at it. She glared down at the fish man, following his point skywards with passively. She blew a bit of hair out of her face before glaring back down at Harvey.
"You think I don't know you've taken me to another planet," Jasper spat before grinning darkly "I admit, I'm impressed you managed to retrieve my gem from Rose Quartz's clutches to bring me here...But I suggest you take me to your ship, set a course for Earth, and drop me off so I can finish what I star-"
Jasper was cut off mid rant by The Engineer's shot gun blast. She glanced casually over her shoulder to see the machine this human had built. At least he wasn't naive enough to come at her with his puny rifle, she'd give him that. That turret looked like it could actually leave some scuff marks on her form. Jasper smirked. She liked a challenge.
"Wait here." Jasper said to Harvey, turning her back on the fish man and advancing on The Engineer and his machine with a slow, menacing stride.
Kieri had been watching with baited interest as The Engineer's machinery came together, her eyes widening a little each time it advanced past another stage, and all from hitting it with a simple looking pipe wrench. Astonishing. That fascination ended however when The Engineer decided to go the route of getting Jasper's attention instead of simply deciding to blindside her.
Kieri watched with noted fear in her eyes as Jasper approached, knowing that as she was right now she was useless in a fight. And useless people in a fight usually ended up getting killed. It wasn't as if Kieri thought she didn't deserve death, but she wasn't particularly interested in doing so today. She tapped The Engineer on the shoulder, knowing this would likely be her last chance to get this brace off of her before it all went down, so she kept it simple. Kieri pointed at him, then herself, then made a ripping motion towards her brace. She really didn't think she could make it any simpler.
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The last thing York could remember was crashing his car.
Not that he was a bad driver-it had been raining heavily at night when the crash happened, and he had been going down a rural road with no street lights. What that spirit was thinking, crossing the road at that hour wi that weather, he'd never know. York didn't pretend he understood the whims of the Paranormal one hundred percent of the time. Though perhaps, he would concede, it didn't help he was also on his cellphone at the time. And using one hand to go through old case files on his laptop.
What was odd to York, however, was that he felt no pain. For a moment, he thought he had died, though he dismissed that thought out right when he remembered he had been wearing his seat belt when the crash happened. If that thing didn't keep his soul bound to his body, what would?
York then opened his eyes slowly. Once he did, he moved on to his second hypothesis, which was that he was comatose. He was in some woods, yes, but it didn't look like the frosty, rural woods just outside Greenvale he had been driving through. Rather, they looked like the woods one would find on a nature trail; green, serene, and quiet. Too quiet. And he still felt no pain.
"Zach...Can you hear me?" York murmured, waiting patiently for Zach's response. A light knocking noise in his head confirmed he was still there. "Ahh, good...I was worried for a second. I suppose if you're here, I'm not in a coma then...That just raises another question. Where are we Zach?"
Shortly thereafter, York got to his feet, glancing around his environment slowly before his eyes found another sentient being. A man who looked to be straight out of a spaghetti western, cowboy hat and all, crouching behind a set of bushes, clearly looking at something or someone. Zach quickly confirmed to York that he wasn't a paranormal vision, meaning if York played his cards right he wouldn't make an enemy out of this man.
"Not that my chances are that great to begin with." York muttered to himself, approaching the man. York had two options now. The first option would be to stay silent and stealthy, sneaking up alongside Roland and crouching next to him to see exactly what he was scouting out, get a feel if what he was looking at was dangerous enough to warrant hiding.
The second option, however, involved him getting to smoke. He went with that instead.
"Time to greet the welcome wagon, eh Zack?" York said with a chuckle, pulling out a carton of cigarettes and shaking it, a cigarette that looked like it had been lit up a few times popping out. York placed it in his mouth before whipping out his lighter, the metallic clicking noise it made more than enou to alert Roland to his location. York wasn't phased by this however, and simply lit his cigarette before speaking.
"Evening," he started, pausing to take a quick drag of his cigarette "or perhaps morning. My sense of time is a bit off balance at the moment."
"You think I don't know you've taken me to another planet," Jasper spat before grinning darkly "I admit, I'm impressed you managed to retrieve my gem from Rose Quartz's clutches to bring me here...But I suggest you take me to your ship, set a course for Earth, and drop me off so I can finish what I star-"
Jasper was cut off mid rant by The Engineer's shot gun blast. She glanced casually over her shoulder to see the machine this human had built. At least he wasn't naive enough to come at her with his puny rifle, she'd give him that. That turret looked like it could actually leave some scuff marks on her form. Jasper smirked. She liked a challenge.
"Wait here." Jasper said to Harvey, turning her back on the fish man and advancing on The Engineer and his machine with a slow, menacing stride.
Kieri had been watching with baited interest as The Engineer's machinery came together, her eyes widening a little each time it advanced past another stage, and all from hitting it with a simple looking pipe wrench. Astonishing. That fascination ended however when The Engineer decided to go the route of getting Jasper's attention instead of simply deciding to blindside her.
Kieri watched with noted fear in her eyes as Jasper approached, knowing that as she was right now she was useless in a fight. And useless people in a fight usually ended up getting killed. It wasn't as if Kieri thought she didn't deserve death, but she wasn't particularly interested in doing so today. She tapped The Engineer on the shoulder, knowing this would likely be her last chance to get this brace off of her before it all went down, so she kept it simple. Kieri pointed at him, then herself, then made a ripping motion towards her brace. She really didn't think she could make it any simpler.
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The last thing York could remember was crashing his car.
Not that he was a bad driver-it had been raining heavily at night when the crash happened, and he had been going down a rural road with no street lights. What that spirit was thinking, crossing the road at that hour wi that weather, he'd never know. York didn't pretend he understood the whims of the Paranormal one hundred percent of the time. Though perhaps, he would concede, it didn't help he was also on his cellphone at the time. And using one hand to go through old case files on his laptop.
What was odd to York, however, was that he felt no pain. For a moment, he thought he had died, though he dismissed that thought out right when he remembered he had been wearing his seat belt when the crash happened. If that thing didn't keep his soul bound to his body, what would?
York then opened his eyes slowly. Once he did, he moved on to his second hypothesis, which was that he was comatose. He was in some woods, yes, but it didn't look like the frosty, rural woods just outside Greenvale he had been driving through. Rather, they looked like the woods one would find on a nature trail; green, serene, and quiet. Too quiet. And he still felt no pain.
"Zach...Can you hear me?" York murmured, waiting patiently for Zach's response. A light knocking noise in his head confirmed he was still there. "Ahh, good...I was worried for a second. I suppose if you're here, I'm not in a coma then...That just raises another question. Where are we Zach?"
Shortly thereafter, York got to his feet, glancing around his environment slowly before his eyes found another sentient being. A man who looked to be straight out of a spaghetti western, cowboy hat and all, crouching behind a set of bushes, clearly looking at something or someone. Zach quickly confirmed to York that he wasn't a paranormal vision, meaning if York played his cards right he wouldn't make an enemy out of this man.
"Not that my chances are that great to begin with." York muttered to himself, approaching the man. York had two options now. The first option would be to stay silent and stealthy, sneaking up alongside Roland and crouching next to him to see exactly what he was scouting out, get a feel if what he was looking at was dangerous enough to warrant hiding.
The second option, however, involved him getting to smoke. He went with that instead.
"Time to greet the welcome wagon, eh Zack?" York said with a chuckle, pulling out a carton of cigarettes and shaking it, a cigarette that looked like it had been lit up a few times popping out. York placed it in his mouth before whipping out his lighter, the metallic clicking noise it made more than enou to alert Roland to his location. York wasn't phased by this however, and simply lit his cigarette before speaking.
"Evening," he started, pausing to take a quick drag of his cigarette "or perhaps morning. My sense of time is a bit off balance at the moment."
