I. SENSE. DEATH.
[ There's a thin underlay of static, snowy, but you can still hear: A sharp gasp of breath, a clinking of chains, and then Fuuka shouts, almost, frightened and suddenly placing-no way, that's impossible, but: ]
I- I sense Death!
[ Then a gunshot. ]
[ Fuuka runs backwards, the way the group's come, and puts her evoker to her temple and pulls the trigger with a bang, no pause or warning. Juno shimmers into place around her, glowing blue, and if you've turned around to see what the hell Fuuka is doing, turn back! That feeling of dread? Nervousness? Fear? Say hello to the thing causing it: The Reaper.
Any of the group in the subway tunnels right now? Flee, or try to fight: either way, this thing will shank you. Fuuka will be your commentator tonight! IN OTHER WORDS, BADASS REAPER FIGHT COMMENTLOG TIME. Any replies over the communicator broadcast will have to wait until after this is over with; expect a long delay. ]
Get out of there!
I- I sense Death!
[ Then a gunshot. ]
[ Fuuka runs backwards, the way the group's come, and puts her evoker to her temple and pulls the trigger with a bang, no pause or warning. Juno shimmers into place around her, glowing blue, and if you've turned around to see what the hell Fuuka is doing, turn back! That feeling of dread? Nervousness? Fear? Say hello to the thing causing it: The Reaper.
Any of the group in the subway tunnels right now? Flee, or try to fight: either way, this thing will shank you. Fuuka will be your commentator tonight! IN OTHER WORDS, BADASS REAPER FIGHT COMMENTLOG TIME. Any replies over the communicator broadcast will have to wait until after this is over with; expect a long delay. ]
Get out of there!