Steve Burnside (
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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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Suddenly the attacks ceased, but Nanashi could move little. The bones had been broken in too many places, too many things inside her had been damaged. She managed to turn her head to look at Steve, wondering what exactly was going on. He must be fading in and out of control, at least partially. Otherwise why would he cease to attack her? She had been pinned. She still could not really move.
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He darted out of the room as fast as he could, and skidded to a stop between Nanashi and the Tyrant. He didn't speak to it, he simply watched it carefully. Once he was satisfied that it was retreating, he turned back to her, and began to gather her up in his arms. "You'll be alright, Your Highness."
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It really was little surprise, what with how the beast had been crushing her chest. It was sheer luck that her spine was intact.
She then remembered through the pain that her mind was now open to his and asked, "Bless you, Sam. Please, tell me there is blood...Please"
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Her fingers grasped at the fabric of Sam's shirt, gripping on tight as he ran. Her thoughts were consumed with pain and blood. She wanted the pain to stop, and she wanted to feel hot blood run down her throat. It would let her heal faster. She snapped her teeth without really opening her mouth and then clenching her jaw every time her mouth closed.
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Instead she shared with him a feeling of gratitude, and an appreciative acknowledgement of the kiss on her forehead. She reluctantly gave him leave as well, though all of her thoughts were clouded by the thought in regard to the intense pain, 'make it stop'!
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Finishing that bag she went back to the last and repeated the same process with a little less desperation. The painkillers by then had begun to set in, dulling the edges of the pain, making it less maddening. She picked up the last bag and began to drink that one more slowly.
Thank you.