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Card
It wasn’t really hard to explain what he, Card the part time drug-dealer part time swindler of only 19 years of age, was doing crouching nervously in the upper story of an average sized blue house a spitting distance from UNC. Students made excellent targets for all forms of debauchery he was happy to provide, and that was just what he was doing right up until all hell predictably had to break loose. Morbidly, he figured it was probably for the best, he was starting to get a pretty nasty reputation!
Regardless, Card found himself peering anxiously down Barnard Avenue, only a few streets away from the general green which ran into campus. The area around him was crawling with the crazies, which he had, as a genre savvy young gentleman, taken to calling zombies. His supplies had run down to a packet of crisps and two bottles of water in a small rucksack he carried, along with the clothes on his back, which consisted of generally chavvy but comfortable and functional attire. The thought reminded him that his hoodie was scrunched up in the backpack because it was damn warm, especially when running for one’s life.
Which was exactly what he had been doing up until earlier that day, he had ran all the way to this house and found it occupied, which was up there on his worst nightmares list. Somehow he had snuck upstairs without being spotted, and was now hunkered down in some kid’s room, listening to the heavy breathing of some zombies downstairs and the general hubbub of a swarm just outside his window. It was seriously shit.
Anxiously, he shuffled through a deck of cards with one hand, and squinted, blinking rapidly. Sleep deprivation was starting to take its toll on the small man, if he could even be called that, small youth even. He wiped the sweat from his brow and slicked back his saturated muddy-blonde and particularly scraggy looking hair.
“Alright… alright, gotta get somewhere nice and big, nice and secure. Somewhere official right, somewhere I can expec’ to get saved yeah.” He nodded his head down in thought and allowed the small corner of curtain he had been holding aloft to peer out into the street to drop suddenly, plunging the room into semi-darkness again. “Where the fuck am I goin’ to find a place like that?”
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Card, having likely been dealing drugs or doing something similarly unscrupulous in the general vicinity of the University, has been marooned in a house a few streets from the Library.
Would there be anything in particular drawing us to the library or should we just assume we're coincidentally close by for now?
The suplex ended with a resounding crack, and the interference was dealt with.
Having dispatched of his foe surprisingly easy, Fury stood and brushed himself off. With a moment of peace finally his there was time to take stock of his situation which wasn’t exactly tip-top. He was stood on a rocky platform above a webbed abyss, a large portion of his bones were fractured and some significant internal bleeding was simply to be expected. His foe was out there apparently fighting off Angar-Ryllan ships like it was going out of fashion, and Tablurath had his hands full with the Ice Fairy, who had manifested a great deal more power than he had earlier when Fury had used his abilities to judge his potential. That was strange, then again it seemed like everyone and their uncle could rapidly increase their strength around here, Fury included.
Scouring the battlefield with a trained eye, Fury sought out Kanitah once again to conclude their business. The man was now impeding his ‘allies’ progress, which meant he had gone from a nuisance to a genuine threat and had to be eliminated. That would be easier said than done, even for a steadfast warrior like Fury, in his current condition. Regardless, considering the fight they had the Fireen was pretty sure the older warrior had to be feeling it to, so with a few more knocks there was no reason why he couldn’t put him out of business for good.
He couldn’t see him of course, at least not in a conventional sense, but the energy signature of such a powerful foe was hard to conceal, especially when one makes no particular effort to do so. His eyes already drawn to one of the stricken ships, the one which obviously had not been interfered with by the Ice Queen (but was still impaired, even though airborne) who he hoped his ally was dealing with, there was no question that Kanitah was aboard and causing havoc. It was some distance away as well, and flying here wasn’t easy without consuming more energy than Fury could rightly afford burning away webbing and other obstructions.
“The things I do.” Fury muttered, oddly wistfully, before diving skyward with a sigh.
Having dispatched of his foe surprisingly easy, Fury stood and brushed himself off. With a moment of peace finally his there was time to take stock of his situation which wasn’t exactly tip-top. He was stood on a rocky platform above a webbed abyss, a large portion of his bones were fractured and some significant internal bleeding was simply to be expected. His foe was out there apparently fighting off Angar-Ryllan ships like it was going out of fashion, and Tablurath had his hands full with the Ice Fairy, who had manifested a great deal more power than he had earlier when Fury had used his abilities to judge his potential. That was strange, then again it seemed like everyone and their uncle could rapidly increase their strength around here, Fury included.
Scouring the battlefield with a trained eye, Fury sought out Kanitah once again to conclude their business. The man was now impeding his ‘allies’ progress, which meant he had gone from a nuisance to a genuine threat and had to be eliminated. That would be easier said than done, even for a steadfast warrior like Fury, in his current condition. Regardless, considering the fight they had the Fireen was pretty sure the older warrior had to be feeling it to, so with a few more knocks there was no reason why he couldn’t put him out of business for good.
He couldn’t see him of course, at least not in a conventional sense, but the energy signature of such a powerful foe was hard to conceal, especially when one makes no particular effort to do so. His eyes already drawn to one of the stricken ships, the one which obviously had not been interfered with by the Ice Queen (but was still impaired, even though airborne) who he hoped his ally was dealing with, there was no question that Kanitah was aboard and causing havoc. It was some distance away as well, and flying here wasn’t easy without consuming more energy than Fury could rightly afford burning away webbing and other obstructions.
“The things I do.” Fury muttered, oddly wistfully, before diving skyward with a sigh.
Yeah, use my character if you want.
The Clockwork Man tilted his head, a sign that he was deep in thought.
“I concede, you certainly have a more elaborate plan than my own.” He settled down finally, as if coming to that decision had been a great physical effort. “I’ll stand with you, for what it’s worth.” He shrugged his shoulders and the Clockwork Spider detached itself, clambering over to the Mystan Elder who took it eagerly.
“I see the matrix is almost complete, my apprentice did well. I’ll be a while adding the final code though.” Without another word he began to cast powerful technomagic over the creature, and the Clockwork Man nodded appreciatively.
“Now my business is complete, let us see to keeping this tower standing, hmm?” This time he addressed Arty, presuming to make his decision for him at least in regards to defending the tower. It wasn’t much of a choice after all, if they didn’t protect it they were all going to die here, regardless of if they cared about the future standing beside these rebels.
“I’m sure they’ll make another incursion into the tower, I’ll be sure to make them feel it this time. Do you believe we can defeat this force or are we only buying time?” The Clockwork Man posed his question to the Death Cult leaders, but regardless of the answer he would be forced to begin the journey down to the lower levels once again, because a fight was to be had whether there was any hope or not.
“I concede, you certainly have a more elaborate plan than my own.” He settled down finally, as if coming to that decision had been a great physical effort. “I’ll stand with you, for what it’s worth.” He shrugged his shoulders and the Clockwork Spider detached itself, clambering over to the Mystan Elder who took it eagerly.
“I see the matrix is almost complete, my apprentice did well. I’ll be a while adding the final code though.” Without another word he began to cast powerful technomagic over the creature, and the Clockwork Man nodded appreciatively.
“Now my business is complete, let us see to keeping this tower standing, hmm?” This time he addressed Arty, presuming to make his decision for him at least in regards to defending the tower. It wasn’t much of a choice after all, if they didn’t protect it they were all going to die here, regardless of if they cared about the future standing beside these rebels.
“I’m sure they’ll make another incursion into the tower, I’ll be sure to make them feel it this time. Do you believe we can defeat this force or are we only buying time?” The Clockwork Man posed his question to the Death Cult leaders, but regardless of the answer he would be forced to begin the journey down to the lower levels once again, because a fight was to be had whether there was any hope or not.
If I have something to reply to I'll happily post.
I don't mind waiting until everyone is done with the city and then rejoining properly then if necessary.
I don't mind waiting until everyone is done with the city and then rejoining properly then if necessary.
If I recall the Girallon had four arms, so not really.
LeeRoy said
I was more asking in character because I have no idea what Arp would be looking for.
Well, if he's attacking us I can only assume he's standing at the bottom of the place where the tower used to be thinking 'wtf?'
I think the problem is something like a greatsword isn't particularly effective when someone is inside the reach of the sword when it's not already in motion for a cut, but fair enough, I have a post in mind regardless which should reflect Vanarus' speed while also accepting that he did get rather close to the pointy bit.
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