01 | Accidental Video | 2 hours after sirens!
[The NV is turned on right when its owner dropped it onto the ground. The video feed would turn on to reveal a tall man standing just a little ways away from it. His red cloak billowed a little before a rather large sword was revealed. Growls and snarls would be heard before suddenly Fang dodged and pulled the sword up, effectively slicing the forelimbs off a battlesoul hound, letting it fall howling to the ground before he pierced its side with the now stained blade.
The man turned when he located two more of the Darkness monsters, revealing a deep gash from the left shoulder to right hip on his front that stained his clothes red. But despite the serious wound, Fang seemed hardly perturbed by it. The only thing that was visibly bothering him was the disorientation of having been Pulled into the City.]
C’mon, puppies. I don’t have all night.
[The hounds then rush at him, and in less than a few minutes, they joined the first in a dead heap. At least experience with Bandersnatch had finally paid off. Fang was beside them, spearing the sword into the ground of the baseball field and leaning upon it like a crutch. The Baskerville normally didn’t get worn down like this, but with these circumstances, it was understandable. He thought for a moment before he decided to move the three bodies into a chair-like position and then reclined upon his “furniture”.
He moved some of his cloak to cover the rip over his chest before noticing that his NV - a journal he didn’t know he’d brought with him - was lying just a few feet from him.
… He’ll get it later. Right now, he just needs a breather before he figures out what the hell to do next.]
[OOC: Tags may be a little slow on my part due to multitasking with other assignments. D:]
The man turned when he located two more of the Darkness monsters, revealing a deep gash from the left shoulder to right hip on his front that stained his clothes red. But despite the serious wound, Fang seemed hardly perturbed by it. The only thing that was visibly bothering him was the disorientation of having been Pulled into the City.]
C’mon, puppies. I don’t have all night.
[The hounds then rush at him, and in less than a few minutes, they joined the first in a dead heap. At least experience with Bandersnatch had finally paid off. Fang was beside them, spearing the sword into the ground of the baseball field and leaning upon it like a crutch. The Baskerville normally didn’t get worn down like this, but with these circumstances, it was understandable. He thought for a moment before he decided to move the three bodies into a chair-like position and then reclined upon his “furniture”.
He moved some of his cloak to cover the rip over his chest before noticing that his NV - a journal he didn’t know he’d brought with him - was lying just a few feet from him.
… He’ll get it later. Right now, he just needs a breather before he figures out what the hell to do next.]
[OOC: Tags may be a little slow on my part due to multitasking with other assignments. D:]