while strolling down parkway--
Who: Wolfwood D. troparion and Dr. Kenzo surgicalshot.
When: Monday, after sirens!
Where: Streets of Siren's Port.
Summary: Oh woe, being caught after the sirens. Might as well get to know the fellows you're running away from monsters with.
Warnings: Possible gore. Swearing.
Fuck, fuck fuck fuck not good not good not good at all---
He should've taken those warnings more to heart. But it was a quarter to ten and he had to get back to the apartments before he ended up spending another awkward night in the Jonova's Church, with their weird get-ups and constant pestering on conversion- what part of I'm already a priest for another practice didn't they get?- and so he was practically flying through the darkness, Punisher unwrapped, ready to fire and another, more convenient handgun already firing a few rounds into the thing that was chasing him. He wasn't honestly afraid for his life, since he was sure he could take the stupid thing out, but it was just annoying.
It was cold out, his breath fogging up still, and his clothes were not at all suitable to the weather -- but he had yet to make enough money to buy anything better, so the suit'd just have to do. Running away from monsters kept the chill away from his body, at least, and skidding a corner kept his feet sort of warm (if it wasn't for all of this water, shit, he was staring to hate the stuff-- okay, no, that was a lie). He'd passed a few poor sods who were stuck outside, too, but the monster tailing him just didn't seem interested in their carcasses. Lucky him.
Maybe he should invest in a watch. After investing in some warmer suits, maybe.
When: Monday, after sirens!
Where: Streets of Siren's Port.
Summary: Oh woe, being caught after the sirens. Might as well get to know the fellows you're running away from monsters with.
Warnings: Possible gore. Swearing.
Fuck, fuck fuck fuck not good not good not good at all---
He should've taken those warnings more to heart. But it was a quarter to ten and he had to get back to the apartments before he ended up spending another awkward night in the Jonova's Church, with their weird get-ups and constant pestering on conversion- what part of I'm already a priest for another practice didn't they get?- and so he was practically flying through the darkness, Punisher unwrapped, ready to fire and another, more convenient handgun already firing a few rounds into the thing that was chasing him. He wasn't honestly afraid for his life, since he was sure he could take the stupid thing out, but it was just annoying.
It was cold out, his breath fogging up still, and his clothes were not at all suitable to the weather -- but he had yet to make enough money to buy anything better, so the suit'd just have to do. Running away from monsters kept the chill away from his body, at least, and skidding a corner kept his feet sort of warm (if it wasn't for all of this water, shit, he was staring to hate the stuff-- okay, no, that was a lie). He'd passed a few poor sods who were stuck outside, too, but the monster tailing him just didn't seem interested in their carcasses. Lucky him.
Maybe he should invest in a watch. After investing in some warmer suits, maybe.