⊗001 [Intro] [Audio//English] [Open Commentlog]

[worstone]

[The comm. clicks on and there’s low thumping, like someone tapping it.] This stupid thing even working? Professor Monroe. Grey? Hello?

Dammit. Last I remember… [Last John remembers, he was lying in the snow holding his head, sure the pain was going to kill him. Now he’s in some sort of containment facility with a communicator, sort of like the ones

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spoiler: this ends poorly

[tachikhromatic]

[Musashi is making the rounds, as always. Being that it's an enormous Robin's Egg Blue tank designed after the shape of a jumping spider, they aren't particularly subtle rounds, but it stomps merrily down the hall regardless. Being that it's about eight feet tall, and wider across than it is vertically, simply passing it in the halls may prove problematic.]

dumbledore dies

[worstone]

[John has to come to a full stop when he rounds a corner and sees this giant machine. That's a problem. A hand goes to his forehead as he takes this opportunity to catch his breath.]

Holy shit...

[His first instinct is to turn back and run away again, but now he's stopped, he's struggling to catch his breath again and if he goes the way he came, he's bound to run back into someone he doesn't want to ever see again. So until he knows what to do, he just backs up a few steps, holding his hand to his head and looking absolutely exhausted. He needs to run, but he just can't...]

Well. /somebody/ dies, anyways.

[tachikhromatic]

Huh?

[Yes, the tank speaks with the high-pitched voice of a little girl, why do you ask? Musashi whirls its eye briefly at Pyro, then moves towards him in a four-point cacophony.]

Hey! You! Stop right there!

[Playing patrolling guard is fun!]

[worstone]

[If there's one thing John isn't going to fight, it's that thing. He manages to choke out a]

Hell no!

[before turning right back around and darting down the hall, hoping for a staircase. Looks like all he needed to get his second wind was to get that wave of fear sent through him. Luckily, he still has enough in him to flip open his lighter as he runs and carelessly shoot the fire back over his shoulder at the robot.]

[tachikhromatic]

Hey, that's not right! When someone asks you to stop, you should sto--

[The fireball breaks harmlessly off the Tachikoma's "shoulder," leaving a sooty black mark. The tank pauses a moment, but not to slow down- to leap, clearing thirty feet with the intention of bodily knocking the mutant to the ground.]

Did you just intentionally attack me?!

[Kid in a candy store.]

[worstone]

[John has only enough time to look over his shoulder and register what's happening before he lets out a strangled curse. Then he's hit by the machine and knocked face first into the floor. That's a few more bruises to add to his collection.

As soon as he's on the ground, though, he's fighting to get back on his feet. Attacking this thing with fire is apparently not going to work and seeing that's all Pyro has in his arsenal, he's going to have to resort to flat-out running. Should find somewhere this big-ass thing can't fit through...]

[tachikhromatic]

[Tachikoma charge! Better find someplace to hide or you'll be crushed, squishy human!]

[worstone]

[John feels himself extremely lucky to find a staircase on his right and swings into it, dashing up the steps. Exhaustion is no problem when you have tons of adrenaline pumping through you from pure fear. He spares one glance back over his shoulder to see if the machine could, in fact, make it into the staircase, but never stops.]