@Raijinslayer, you seem to be making the uncomfortable assumption that the first attack in Insomnium's combination hit and allowed him to perform the rest of it.
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I guess my comfort zone is "eccentric side character."
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@Gentlemanvaultboy, @The Patriarch, @Eviledd1984, you are all called into a meeting with Cedric Wessex (who became your superior during the Five-Year Timeskip) in order to discuss events in Iraq. @Patriarch, please keep the disrespect to a minimum.Already recived a message about it on a commuicator that, I just now relized, he would refer to as The Squack Box.
Or have a superhero named Mr. Right who can bend anything at a 90 degree angle.
He eats people! Were I in Cedric's shoes I'd order him confined so he doesn't eat any more people until magic tree baby is born.
Tyler looked back, once, and immediately regretted it. It was following him. Why was it following him? Had he offended it? He did not stop running, plowing through the treeline into the woods proper.
He glanced over, and was surprised to see the ghost hand floating along beside his head carrying his bag. He reached out and grabbed it from the thing, then had a thought. He wasn't special. He wasn't even tasty. Why was this thing chasing him and not literally any of the other, bigger, better meals? Maybe it wasn't chaining him. Maybe it was the ghost.
"Shoo!" He shouted at it. "Get outta here! Go on, get. Leave!" The hand obeyed, falling back and disappearing through a tree, where he lost sight of it. Then he heard something whistling through the air, and he turned to his other side just in time to see a translucent tentacle whipping at his head. He screamed.
He didn't have to, however. The ghost hand, moving like a blur, descended from the treetops like the blade of a guillotine to chop the tentlacle down to the dirt before floating back up and regaining its place by his side. "Sorry! You hang around, I don't mind anymore!" He said, doubling his pace.
I wasn't in the other threads so I don't know very much about Light, but I'd think a guy eating another guy would warrant at least two or three swift kicks to the noggin.
I'd have just done the superhero thing and punched him in the face.
Despite her strangeness and the effect she'd seemed to have on Casper The Owlman was legitimately sad to see the woman go. He would have been fine talking with her, and really hoped that she contacted him again, but sometimes you had to prioritize and Casper was the important thing right now.
As if the begrudge him the thought he felt a vibration in his pants pocket. This was a slightly trickier prospect than grabbing things from his jacket pockets. He carefully reached in with his index and thumb talons and slowly pulled out what looked like a compact mirror as thought it were a prize in a claw game. He let the thing slide into the palm of his hand, and it should come as no surprise at this point that the whole thing was stylized to look like an owl face. He pressed down on the eyes of the top of the device with his index and middle talon, allowing the compact to pop open and revel both a screen and a pair of speakers. A few words were flashing on the screen.
Meeting
Important
Velocity Max Dead
Velocity Max the famous hero? Now? He was getting called in now? He looked back at Casper and wanted to screech in frustration like he used to, back before he'd gotten all the rules worked out. He knew he was probably breaking some rule showing her this, but he didn't want to run off and leave her like she was. He held out the device to her, spinning it around to let her see the screen. Then he reached into the side of his jacket that he'd pulled the card from earlier, but felt around until his talons fell into a different pocket. From this one he withdrew one of the Reformist Council business cards, which he handed to her before tapping himself twice on the chest.
This was the trickier part. He held up his hand, palm facing her, before slowly reaching out to a large rip she had in one sleeve. He didn't touche her, just brushed the inside of the rip to indicate it, then tapped the card in her hand before making the same "shall we go" gesture as before.
He really hoped she'd gotten everything he was trying to convey.Thief just cast his eyes to the sky after the crash, his antennae laying flat against his head. A king, a creator-ish robot with a nano-repair colony, certain important words and now falling stars? He was a believer, of course he believed, but there were only a certain number of things a day you could interpret as signs before you started feeling a bit silly.
He bounded up to the wreck anyway, just to get a closer look.
<Snipped quote by Gentlemanvaultboy> “You’re a good right bloke, aren’t ‘cha?” Saha said in a saccharine tone, like she had found small animals responded better to a higher pitched, pleasant sound. “You’ll make the Boss very happy when you’ve completed the mission. You’ll split the rewards with me, yes?” She had to make sure the ogre knew what the deal was, for Bernard, the Priest or the couple might not care who got the reward as long as it was given out. Saha was in no mood to fight with the dumb Big Guy over some monies. She took the wrapped up steak and headed out of the Tavern. The sky had darkened considerably. The town wasn’t faraway, its rows of short buildings and chimney smoke could be seen from a distance, and without a need to hurry too much, Saha strolled down the path with an appreciation for the humidity. When her partner had caught up to her, she said, “I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself. I am Saha of the Era tribe. What’s your story, Big Guy?”"New meat don't get no reward till he proofs 'imself." Drubbins says, his massive frame creating load thuds with every step. "I'm Drubbins, and I been at dis so long I know how it works. I been under alot a Bosses over da years. Been under snake blokes before too. You know dem snakes blokes down on dat island out dere? I was wif dem for a while."
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