action, slightly backdated; ota + strangelings
[ The initial malfunction of the communicator had found Dr. Doppler on his home outside of campus. There was, of course, the initial sick feeling of fear that washed over him. In spite of that, however, he did not hesitate to move. If the Mist was going to be active here, he needed to be at the Academy.
With the pistol that Amelia had given him at Berk tucked away under his jacket and a satchel of various academic materials, he saddled up Delilah and, after leaving his home at a certain pace of wariness, began a full-tilt gallop to the campus proper.
All dark. All heavy... He kept his eyes and ears open for signs of (what could he call them?) happenings. For what he'd come to associate with chaos, the whole affair was rather quiet. Part of what made it ominous and dreadful, really.
He'd sweep the immediate area before housing Delilah. Then he'd look for familiar faces. Perhaps the greater troubles hadn't begun yet. ]
With the pistol that Amelia had given him at Berk tucked away under his jacket and a satchel of various academic materials, he saddled up Delilah and, after leaving his home at a certain pace of wariness, began a full-tilt gallop to the campus proper.
All dark. All heavy... He kept his eyes and ears open for signs of (what could he call them?) happenings. For what he'd come to associate with chaos, the whole affair was rather quiet. Part of what made it ominous and dreadful, really.
He'd sweep the immediate area before housing Delilah. Then he'd look for familiar faces. Perhaps the greater troubles hadn't begun yet. ]