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Night 55: Weapon's Range

Apr 09, 2011 09:17

[from here]If the last room had seemed bright, this one was even brighter- or perhaps that was only because he hadn't been anticipating it at all. This room was totally new to him, and as he stepped through the doors, for the first time since he arrived at the Institute Depth Charge realised that he was aware of every part of his new body, from tip ( Read more... )

depth charge, s.t., scott pilgrim

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damned_monsters April 13 2011, 18:01:14 UTC

The long range remained empty for a brief stretch of time following Depth Charge's entrance, his footsteps echoing off the walls and ceiling. That calm was not to last long, however. From the far side of the room, there came a cluster of clanking and clicking, mixed with low hisses and growls. The clanking shifted behind the walls, and there was scratching there too; something was eager to get out ( ... )

vsyourface April 13 2011, 18:23:19 UTC

Scott had been too weirded out by the sword hilt. With last night still too vivid in his memory and the hilt flecked with god knew whose blood, he didn't want to touch it. Besides, he still had a weapon, and one he was positive wasn't some kind of potential trap, too. Maybe it was dulled, but it had one thing that a creepy possible-replica-of-the-physical-manifestation-of-his-love-for-Ramona didn't have: it had come from a friend.

...Crap, he hadn't told Peter about Senna before they had split up.

Scott didn't have much time to bang his head on the wall about that (just enough for a few good bashes). The others were already moving, S.T. with a gun and D.C. with... his tail? Uhhh. 'kay then. Scott was suddenly glad that Depth Charge was on their side. He wasn't sure he wanted to tangle with the guy whose tail doubled as a means of killing Mecha Moby Dick.

He gripped the sword a little tighter as they moved into the next room. The room was empty. It was bright. It was quiet. Something was way, way too serene about this, he thought. ( ... )

toxicspiderman April 13 2011, 23:45:44 UTC

"That's not how you headbang, dude," S.T. said, but Scott was already moving. He stashed the revolver in a pocket and followed ( ... )

scalyfishman April 14 2011, 17:14:19 UTC

Depth Charge recognised that sound. That snorting, snarling, techno-organic hiss overlaid with those metallic thunks he himself had made what felt like decacycles ago, like some demented remix. But that was crazy, right? Seriously crazy. This wasn't some sort of mind-screw, this was gonna be some sort of test. Why the Pit would Landel send out something he already knew and had fought before? Someone, even? The tail blade suddenly felt both uncomfortably heavy and worryingly light for piercing metal in his hands- all while his new, human heart picked up the pace, as if to remind him that it was there. That it could be crushed far more easily ( ... )

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