From Beyond

[meatbabies]

The crew will see them slinking off, disappearing around hallways--shifting shadow shapes and the backs of heads ducking around corners. They're always people they think they know. Dead loved ones, perhaps, or loved ones they're not sure are dead or alive. They lead crew members into dangerous places, sudden drops, parts of Stacy where things can

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[quark_assassin]

Immediate response to that was, ”If I’m so stupid then you obviously can solve this yourself,”, but judging from the voice, this was from a younger individual. And no matter how heartless Dustin can seem sometimes, he’s not abandoning a child. Err, early teenager. Close enough.

He’d managed to clamber his way down the linoleum hall, waiting patiently by the door to make sure that his victim wasn’t going to think he was one of the illusions. Of course, with all that blood running down his side and face, and with his nose completely mangled, Dustin wouldn’t be surprised if she did.

“Here I am, my intrepid, snarky princess,” the scrawny genius cracked her a bitter smile through gritted teeth, shining his improvised flashlight in her general direction as he staggered across the room, “Your knight in shining friggin’ armor. Now stop squirming while I get this off, you’ll take out one of my legs.”

It wasn’t so much the girl fidgeting as it was her using whatever ability allowed for her to shoot water out the door. At first he assumed it was just situational, but the droplets of water leading towards the trapped girl were far from coincidental. He’d have to ask her about that later.

[magictrkswwater]

Irma winced as Dustin's light hit her eyes. Look liked he went through hell, too.

"Oh, wow, my hero..." Irma said, deadpanning. By the looks of it, they've both seen better days and they just want this over with.

[quark_assassin]

Damn straight.

“Yeah yeah, keep your shirt on,” Dustin muttered, shining the dull laser over the cabinet to find a surface to grab. He noticeably hesitated before leaning over to take hold of the edge-his resulting groan was evidence of why.

Something else was going on there, too. Tiny ridges were forming along the edges of Dustin’s twisted nose, curling around the fractured bone and cartilage like tiny wires. This caused him obvious distraction, but it was actually something he’d been expecting: the ASIS had finally decided to work.

Relieved, Dustin took his hand off his side. A jagged piece of glass was imbedded in his abdomen, stained splotchy crimson against his black shirt. It didn’t seem to be bleeding anymore, though, so Dustin was taking advantage and using both his hands to lift. And for such a scrawny guy, he needed all the strength he could muster. Carbon-based metal prosthetic or no, this bit of furniture was heavy.