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Entry tags:
- !plot: at the mountains of madness,
- batman,
- billy cranston,
- brenda,
- dustin silver,
- erwin fischer,
- fate testarossa harlaown,
- fletcher tringham,
- hellion,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- kang,
- katara,
- kaylee frye,
- lash,
- lex luthor,
- loren,
- lyle norg,
- miku hinasaki,
- plays-in-traffic,
- renne,
- robert donovan,
- robin,
- rtas 'vadum,
- russel tringham,
- samus aran,
- sawyer,
- sheeana,
- sofia mantega,
- stature,
- steve burnside,
- supergirl,
- superman,
- toph,
- yoshimi ito
The Battle That Ended The Century
People say that war is hell. This looked it.
Buildings and cars and bodies are scattered like broken toys as far as the eye can see, stretching out toward a dirty horizon. Even the clouds seems streaked with mud and blood, and they're taking it out on everyone below with a constant stream of cold, soaking rain.
The sounds of fighting seem to come from all directions, but at this moment, there's no one else in sight.
A breather. The calm before the storm.
[[OOC: This is for everyone who was involved with "The Lurking Fear". Questions go to Milo or Kaylin.]]
Buildings and cars and bodies are scattered like broken toys as far as the eye can see, stretching out toward a dirty horizon. Even the clouds seems streaked with mud and blood, and they're taking it out on everyone below with a constant stream of cold, soaking rain.
The sounds of fighting seem to come from all directions, but at this moment, there's no one else in sight.
A breather. The calm before the storm.
[[OOC: This is for everyone who was involved with "The Lurking Fear". Questions go to Milo or Kaylin.]]
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He hesitated for a moment, eying Lex. He didn't like the idea of leaving what appeared to be people behind for that thing to munch on, but... he didn't really have much of a choice.
"...alright. We're going to move. Give us covering fire!"
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Unfortunately she also sticks out in her bright orange armor. And if it walks like a tank and talks like a tank (metaphorically speaking), it'll call for anti-tank weapons. And one rocket found itself on path towards the hunter. Her danger meter skyrocketed at the last possible moment. She looked up and lost her focus for just a moment, but that moment was long enough.
The impact was quick, but it caused quite the little explosion. A cloud of dust rose up immediately and the hunter was out of view.
But after a moment it cleared up. The heap of metal lay motionless, face-down in the dust. She finally stirred. Her head hurt. All sorts of warning and danger signs flashed across her HUD. She was okay. Rattled, but okay.
"Dammit," All her powerups were offline. Her armor needed time to recalibrate. It was essentially useless for the time being. She propped herself up and dragged herself behind cover before letting her armor dematerialize back into her body. There was no point in using the energy to keep it out anyway. Now to find a gun...
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"There goes our powerhouse. You hurt?"
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"Fine. I need a gun," because she couldn't afford for them waste time on being concerned over her.
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He may be powerless at the moment, but if sacrificing some of his own help to aid others meant someone could keep going, then so be it.
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