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trans_92010-11-01 02:37 pm
craaazyisland) wrote in trans_92010-11-01 02:37 pm
Entry tags:
- !location: the city,
- !plot: veronica rising,
- angie spica,
- billy cranston,
- claire redfield,
- devlin levin,
- dustin brooks,
- irma lair,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- jayne cobb,
- katara,
- leon s. kennedy,
- luis sera,
- luke skywalker,
- miku hinasaki,
- nanoha,
- negi springfield,
- queen nanashi,
- renne,
- spider-man (younger),
- steve burnside,
- tsukasa kadoya,
- wash,
- yzak jule
The Rebirth of Veronica (Phase One)
[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.
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.
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There had to be something he could use. Anything! Bullets weren't slowing this bastard down so what options did they have?
Running for now.
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The Tyrant had them beat in the stride department, and with a few more hard bounds, he had caught up with the smaller human, knocking him to the ground with the slightest shove of his claws.
Hello, Wash. That's a thousand-pound mutant horror staring you in the face, dripping flaming blood from what was left of the bullet wounds on his body. He snarled furiously and lifted his claws, prepared to impale the human to the ground--
But stopped. His arm was shaking, almost like it was he was struggling to hold it up. His head lowered down and his eyes closed, and he slowly pulled himself off of the human, taking a few steps backwards. He paced back and forth for a few seconds, panting for breath.
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And then, as soon as he thought it was all over, the thing backed away, off of him. Wash pushed, trying to lever himself up on his arms so he could get away, far enough away from this thing to stop and take stock of how bad he was hurt. Sticky wetness trailed down his back. Everything hurt.
He hoped Jayne had picked today to be a team player, or else he was really dead.
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...and then the creature stopped. OK first step, get his attention off of Wash!
So instead of the logical plan of trying to drag Wash away...Jayne decided to be really clever and start yelling and shooting at the monster again, "Come on ugly!" He pushed ejecting an empty clip and loading another one, "Come on why don't you try someone who can actually fight!"
So much for team playing.
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Wash pulled himself up painfully, lurching in a kind of half-lunge, half-sprawl in the direction of the nearest building. After a couple of false starts, he staggers into the doorway.
The trail of blood he leaves on the way probably isn't very encouraging at all.
GAH! Stupid notif fail >_< I'm sorry
That wasn't entirely necessary considering the noises that Steve made when he ran.