@Framing A Moose So, Gwen question: Is her camouflage specific, like a photo of whatever she's in front of, or a more general match of the pattern/colors around her? Not that it has anything to do with the current scene. I'm just a wonderin'. Lol
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I'm not a girl. I'm a unicorn.
To clarity: Only children and hopeless dreamers believe in me, and I'm probably fake.
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I'm vaguely considering adding an Eru base character because I'm needy. Though Idunno whom.
@Framing A Moose Sorry Orion's kind of a quippy dick.
Also Eddie, as Magister said, 10/10 does not disappoint. Nor does Gwen the Kindle-horse. Awesome stuff!
Also Eddie, as Magister said, 10/10 does not disappoint. Nor does Gwen the Kindle-horse. Awesome stuff!
The unmistakeable whoosh of fire sweeping over dried wood swept through the room, quickly followed by the acrid odor of smoke. Mitch could feel the heat of it against the side of her body peeking out from behind the cabinet, contrasting the waxy cold sweat prickling over her skin. It was by the door. She choked; a quiet, nearly unintelligible sound as her trachea smashed against itself, already parched with Ash-dust.
No way in Hell did Mitch Ingram become a wanted felon and go blind just to suffocate to death on the floor of some Ashland shithole. She popped off another shot.
It clanged against metal before ricocheting to thunk into something to the left of where Mitch had aimed. "Watch the friendly fire," Orion called, though the projectile had not so much as dented his side. He scoffed a bit at the Knight's remark: A shallow attempt to wash her hands of the harm done. Like he and Mitch had a choice.
Before he could pursue her out the door, another figure launched through the window and fired off a round from behind him- closer to Mitch than the Knight had been.
Mitch yelped at the sound and returned fire-- One shot in the vague direction of the shooter just as the scent and sound of water spraying filled the room and silenced the crackle of fire from the door. "Orion!"
Orion turned so that he could see the new threat while keeping the door in his periphery. "Not Eru," he told Mitch, though that did not rule the stranger out as a threat. He squinted as she spoke, taking in her Billy-the-Kid-meets-viva-la-revoluciòn ensemble, and turned back toward the Knight. "I'm pretty sure she could hear that plan, Scarecrow." He rolled one shoulder and made for the wall the Knight had ducked behind. If her plan was to play hide-and-see, she would soon find herself out of cover. There was little to no roof left to risk falling on Mitch.
The cinderblock remains of the wall crumbrled outward toward the Knight as Orion ran and threw his full weight against it, shoulder first.
No way in Hell did Mitch Ingram become a wanted felon and go blind just to suffocate to death on the floor of some Ashland shithole. She popped off another shot.
It clanged against metal before ricocheting to thunk into something to the left of where Mitch had aimed. "Watch the friendly fire," Orion called, though the projectile had not so much as dented his side. He scoffed a bit at the Knight's remark: A shallow attempt to wash her hands of the harm done. Like he and Mitch had a choice.
Before he could pursue her out the door, another figure launched through the window and fired off a round from behind him- closer to Mitch than the Knight had been.
Mitch yelped at the sound and returned fire-- One shot in the vague direction of the shooter just as the scent and sound of water spraying filled the room and silenced the crackle of fire from the door. "Orion!"
Orion turned so that he could see the new threat while keeping the door in his periphery. "Not Eru," he told Mitch, though that did not rule the stranger out as a threat. He squinted as she spoke, taking in her Billy-the-Kid-meets-viva-la-revoluciòn ensemble, and turned back toward the Knight. "I'm pretty sure she could hear that plan, Scarecrow." He rolled one shoulder and made for the wall the Knight had ducked behind. If her plan was to play hide-and-see, she would soon find herself out of cover. There was little to no roof left to risk falling on Mitch.
The cinderblock remains of the wall crumbrled outward toward the Knight as Orion ran and threw his full weight against it, shoulder first.
@Framing A Moose No worries! I'm sure what you've got isn't as bad as you think. My writing is all shit all the time. :) It's about having fun.
Orion's blood ran cold, hot, and then felt as if it had drained from his body entirely. Mitch was out of reach. He turned around to face the voice, set the bottle down on a ledge, and brought his hands up above his head.
"I'm putting my hands up," he said, though not exactly to the Knight whose form now took up most of the doorway, "I have my hands up, and I'm going to come forward for arrest. Dr. Ingram is back at our camp. She's waiting on me."
He took a step forward, and his boot knocked against a shard of rubble on the ground. Mitch, pressed between the cabinets, seized the moment to cock her gun.
One sound did not cover the other, and there was a split second where Orion forgot to breath. And then Mitch breathed just a bit too loudly.
Orion lunged at the Knight; two-hundred-thirty pounds of living cells shifting into a far heavier mass of steel alloy in midair, branching out from a pendant around his neck and spreading to swallow up his entire form in just under a second. He shattered the floor where he landed.
Mitch popped up, invisible and only shaking some, to fire off three rounds toward where she knew the door to be.
"I'm putting my hands up," he said, though not exactly to the Knight whose form now took up most of the doorway, "I have my hands up, and I'm going to come forward for arrest. Dr. Ingram is back at our camp. She's waiting on me."
He took a step forward, and his boot knocked against a shard of rubble on the ground. Mitch, pressed between the cabinets, seized the moment to cock her gun.
One sound did not cover the other, and there was a split second where Orion forgot to breath. And then Mitch breathed just a bit too loudly.
Orion lunged at the Knight; two-hundred-thirty pounds of living cells shifting into a far heavier mass of steel alloy in midair, branching out from a pendant around his neck and spreading to swallow up his entire form in just under a second. He shattered the floor where he landed.
Mitch popped up, invisible and only shaking some, to fire off three rounds toward where she knew the door to be.
@Framing A Moose Okay! Thank you. I just didn't want to jump ahead without saying something. ^.^
Hey there @Framing A Moose... I don't mean to push or prod, but do you mind if I throw a post up for Orion and Mitch? He's definitely going to rush Kora, and Eddie jumping in would not dissuade him in that intention either way. It's just been a little bit and I'm a bit heavy on free time at the moment. Eddie is, of course, still super welcome to jump in and risk any one of her Nine Lives whenever is most convenient for you.
@framing a moose For sure. If you wanna get in on it, go for it.
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