The Rebirth of Veronica (Phase One)

[craaazyisland]

[ooc: PLOT POST IS HERE! Read it!]

He stalked through the hallways like a shadow, moving too quickly for anyone to keep a bead on him for long. There almost seemed to be a purpose in his movement as he made his way through the dark corridors of the ship, though it was impossible to tell where he was headed. Perhaps the young man whose body had been hijacked was exerting some kind of control, or perhaps Veronica was doing the driving.

Whatever the case, the Tyrant made his way to the City.

He emerged from the tunnels and into the wide open space, at last free of the cramped hallway. He took a few steps into the streets and sniffed the air, smelling human blood. He roared, a horrible and twisted noise, then headed into the streets.

She demanded they all bow to her. They were little more than prey for the Queen in the grand scale of things. These thoughts rang hollow in a primal mind, though, but he knew what he had to do.

They would all die.

Comments

[livingontheweb.livejournal.com]

"Nothing broken. Just bruised. Which is a heck of a lot better state than you're in." he replied.

"And it's science. Just very, very good glue. Now stop arguing with me and let me find the wood because I don't wanna stick around here any longer than we have to while she's," Peter pointed at Nanoha, "out cold like that,"

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

'Out cold' is never a good thing to say around him. He's been on both ends of 'out cold' and neither end is any pretty. His next question only comes out half-said for if there's one word in this Multiverse he refuses to say, it's "dead" or "dying".

"Eee. She noh be..."

[livingontheweb.livejournal.com]

Peter could be remarkably patient when he wanted to be, but not when someone was injured. "She's just unconscious, alright?!" he grumbled, yanking a piece of wood out of one the walls and snapping it in two. He set Nanoha's arm, wrapping webbing around the wood to keep it that way, and strapped her to his back with even more, making sure she was well supported.

To his front, he added something that looked remarkably like a Renne-sized baby carrier. "You're getting in here." he said, his voice brooking no argument.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Despite logically knowing there's no real vehemence or malice behind the sharp tone, the emotion-creature can't help but flinch back a little. His skin gives a few flashes of an amber-yellowish in that moment of instinct but one thing at least calms one nerve of his.

Out cold in this case doesn't mean "shaking the hand of death", which is good. Alas, again, he misses all things sight-related.

"In whe-rrre?"

[livingontheweb.livejournal.com]

Peter picked Renne up and slowly slid him into the carrier.

"In there." He said, before he climbed his way up the roof, and made his way towards medbay, running and leaping from building to building.