Gelatinous Cube

What Are You Listening To?

@Altered Tundra

I've listened to a track or two, and they're not bad to be sure.
I'm certainly a big fan of Johnny's voice acting work, and as well as being a Power Ranger :P

What Are You Listening To?

You Captivate Me by Eyeshine

@Altered Tundra

Isn't that Johnny Yong Bosch's band?

What Are You Listening To?

My Mum just introduced me to this amazing Prog band from England. Seriously impressive stuff.

War Never Changes

Quinn waved the tear gas grenade away.
"Need to do this quick, gas will just alert more."
Suddenly, a shot rang out in the air, and Quinn whirled around to see one of the men stumble and fall. Judging by the blood loss, the bullet must have hit his femoral artery. He'd be dead in seconds.
That crazy archangel really is looking out for us.

Quinn turned around to face the girl, who seemed to be acting somewhat hysterical.
"I know how the Blood Army operate. Been killing them a while now," he said, half-reassuringly.
By now the other three were on high alert, but rather than looking at ground level, they were frantically scanning the rooftops. Quinn motioned for Jake to follow him as he moved from the cover of idle cars, fences or bushes to get in closer. He wasn't much for long range shooting with only one eye.

As they got close enough, Quinn motioned for Jake to hold, hoping he would take his lead.
He counted down on his fingers for Jake to see, and when he closed his hand into a fist, he jumped up. He fired once and took one man in the throat. He went down fast, but the other two turned to face him, hesitating for a brief moment before bringing up their guns.
Hopefully enough time for Jake to finish them off. Otherwise they'd be caught in a firefight that Quinn didn't have enough ammo for.

What Are You Listening To?

@Altered Tundra

They are without a doubt my absolute favourite band. I'm so happy that their new album is amazing.

War Never Changes

Just as soon as Quinn's gun was returned to the safety of it's holster, it was out again in his hand. His knuckles whitened around the grip and his jaw tightened.
In one swift motion, he pulled the crude poncho from his shoulders and tossed it to the ground. He also took the time to push two bullets into the empty chambers of his revolver.
He only had fifteen rounds left, but no doubt these four new assholes would provide something.
"I'm going to kill them all," Quinn said coldly, venomously.
A four man team suggested reconnaissance. Unless they changed the way they did things, Blood Army would send them out for a two or three day sweep. If they were lucky, they'd still be a day from returning. Meaning they wouldn't be missed for the time it would take for Quinn and the others to rest up over night and haul ass out of there the next morning.
Quinn looked again at Jake, "How do you want to do this?"

What Are You Listening To?

War Never Changes

Quinn glanced to Jake, checking his reaction. He seemed level-headed and the right guy to trust in this kind of situation. The light was fading fast and Quinn wanted to be indoors as soon as possible. Quinn felt a bead of sweat make it's way down his cheek from under his makeshift bandages.
No doubt Charlotte would appreciate somewhere to get off that busted leg.
He squinted at the girl for a second, still trying to pick that face and where he'd seen it before. It made him anxious, not knowing. After a moment that seemed like an hour, Quinn turned around.
"Come on, let's get you inside," he said to Charlotte as he extended an arm to her, "Gotta take a look at that wound."

What Are You Listening To?

These guys are awesome. They deserve a way bigger fanbase than what they have.

War Never Changes

Quinn couldn't place it, but something about the girl seemed unnervingly familiar to him. It set his nerves on edge trying to suss it out, but he just couldn't quite put his finger on it.
If there was one thing he could tell, she wasn't Blood Army. They had a certain bearing about them that gave them away, and she didn't carry herself the same way. That detail helped him relax and he straightened, letting his gun return to it's holster at his hip.
"We're looking for a house," Quinn interjected raising his hands non-threateningly, "If you have one, we'll gladly make a trade for a nights accommodation. I have some tools, I can repair something if you need."