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Mar 30, 2010 23:11

[The camera's shaky, accidentally turned on as he stumbles across the room. He opened the door only to find a tribe of Hobgoblins, and tried to fall back into the room to escape them, but the door was being hacked through by the beasts ( Read more... )

what is this i don't even, +eway, +video, bawoooo, eway: misaki, +event, omega rides again, eway: jack

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[Action] kindly_done March 31 2010, 05:30:37 UTC

[Goal Completed: Find Sinclair

And yet Sinclair seems to be nowhere in sight. Just a room full of monsters, and...and...

That is one hell of a Big Daddy. Jack stops for a moment, staring, and gets a claw in the knee for his trouble. He grunts, then his face flushes with battle fury, and he lifts his wrench high with a yell.

Time to crack some heads.]

worldentire March 31 2010, 05:34:42 UTC

[He turns his head, noticing Jack yelling and leaping into the throng of Hobgoblins. He doesn't think he can talk, and so does not, choosing to drill-dash and pulverize the hobgoblins trying to pile onto the boy.]

kindly_done March 31 2010, 05:42:39 UTC

[Jack is by this point utterly blood- and sweat-soaked, his hair matted with it. There's a haphazardness to his movements that wasn't there at the beginning of the event, a recklessness born of exhaustion.

Still, between them, he and the Daddy manage the monsters pretty neatly. He stands amongst the carnage, shoulders heaving with his ragged breaths, wrench hanging loosely in his right hand. The lightning in his left is dying, but he still snaps, snaps, snaps, and then he's holding a green globe, leaking some luminescent fluid.

After all, he doesn't see Sinclair anywhere, and it sure won't hurt to have an escort. He lifts his hand to throw the Plasmid.

But he hesitates. Sinclair said something about this, about being on the wrong end of a Hypnotize.

He lets the globe fall from his fingers to the floor, and his EVE meter runs down to zero. If the Daddy's going to attack him, so be it. He won't take another living being's will, if he can help it.]

worldentire March 31 2010, 05:48:22 UTC

[He's panting again, covered in the stinking blood of the hobgoblins. For a moment, he pauses, taking a moment to recover. Then, slowly, he turns and faces Jack, moments before he drops the Plasmid ball. He decides to try talking, and, though his voice is hoarse, he finds himself able to. His tone is sad, as if tired.]

... Thank you for not ... for not throwin' that thing.

kindly_done March 31 2010, 05:57:33 UTC

[Jack goes dead white, his mouth hanging open. He sways a little.]

Mister Sinclair?

worldentire March 31 2010, 05:59:14 UTC

[He stops himself from heaving a heavy sigh and nods slowly, giving a shaky laugh.]

The one and only.

kindly_done March 31 2010, 06:02:43 UTC

...It's just a suit, right? You're just wearing the suit?

[His voice shakes.]

worldentire March 31 2010, 06:05:23 UTC

...'fraid not. [He shifts uncomfortably.] ... My last hours in Rapture were less than comfortable.

kindly_done March 31 2010, 06:15:56 UTC

[Jack's free hand hand drifts to his throat as he continues to stare. Blankly, he holds up the key, pressed between his thumb and the wrench, sticky with blood.]

Guess we don't need this anymore.

worldentire March 31 2010, 06:17:20 UTC

[An uneasy smile, though he know Jack can't see it.]

Fair enough. Y'up t'gettin' to that room?

kindly_done March 31 2010, 06:24:07 UTC

...No. No, I don't think I am.

[And he sits down, hard, on the floor.]

worldentire March 31 2010, 06:26:41 UTC

[A big nod; he stifles a sigh and leans out into the hallway.] From what I can see there aren't any more of'em. [turns back] ... You okay?

kindly_done March 31 2010, 06:29:08 UTC

Little tired.

[And, well, some of the blood is his own.

He lets his wrench drop with a clatter.]

worldentire March 31 2010, 06:34:25 UTC

[He can't help but stand behind Jack protectively; something in him just tells him to. He nods slightly, and pulls a box of bandages out of the desk, handing it to Jack.] I know it's not much, but here. Might make you feel a little better.

kindly_done March 31 2010, 06:40:16 UTC

Thanks.

[He strips to his undershirt, forced to peel the sleeves of the dress shirt from his arms, so soaked are they with the blood of monsters. He has a serious gash at the back of his right shoulder, soaking through the bandages already there, but does not otherwise seem badly injured.

With a faint hiss of breath, he removes the old bandages and begins to apply the new, his health meter creeping back upward minutely.]

worldentire March 31 2010, 07:03:27 UTC

[Watches without saying a word, slightly worried. Then, finally-]

...Need any help?

[He flexes his left hand without thinking, stressed again.]

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