Connor Safehouse, Tuesday
John was crouched on top of the fridge, clad in tight-fitting clothing and trying his best to meld into the corner to be invisible. His hair was flopping in his eyes but he dare not even try to blow it away for fear of giving away his position.
Almost silently, the metallic monstrosity creeped forward across the kitchen floor, stopping as if to sniff the air; the long flexible tail swished back and forth, almost touching the linoleum. Catlike, it crept a few more paces, almost under John, almost into the dining room.
John could feel the sweat pouring off of him, taste the salt in his mouth as it dripped off his nose onto his lips. Almost ready... He concentrated, bringing that small ball of chi up in his hands, ready. It wasn't a leap, it was a controlled fall.
It reacted instantly as the fridge shifted slightly, moving away on four spiderlike legs, but it was too late as John Connor landed on its back, releasing his chi as a blast like an electromagnetic pulse to disable anything electric.
"Tag. You're it," he said, as he rolled off of Scorpy, who kicked the floor in frustration. It turned and pounced on John, acting for all the world like an excited puppy. "Heeelp! Heeeelp!" John mock-shouted as he wrestled with his 'bot. "Sparky! Bring the EMP!"
Sparky just sat on the corner of the countertop, shaking its head until it fell backwards and flailed its little limbs like a turtle.
[Perhaps someone wants to call/visit and rescue John interrupt?]
Almost silently, the metallic monstrosity creeped forward across the kitchen floor, stopping as if to sniff the air; the long flexible tail swished back and forth, almost touching the linoleum. Catlike, it crept a few more paces, almost under John, almost into the dining room.
John could feel the sweat pouring off of him, taste the salt in his mouth as it dripped off his nose onto his lips. Almost ready... He concentrated, bringing that small ball of chi up in his hands, ready. It wasn't a leap, it was a controlled fall.
It reacted instantly as the fridge shifted slightly, moving away on four spiderlike legs, but it was too late as John Connor landed on its back, releasing his chi as a blast like an electromagnetic pulse to disable anything electric.
"Tag. You're it," he said, as he rolled off of Scorpy, who kicked the floor in frustration. It turned and pounced on John, acting for all the world like an excited puppy. "Heeelp! Heeeelp!" John mock-shouted as he wrestled with his 'bot. "Sparky! Bring the EMP!"
Sparky just sat on the corner of the countertop, shaking its head until it fell backwards and flailed its little limbs like a turtle.
[Perhaps someone wants to call/visit and rescue John interrupt?]