Despite the loud way that the night had started and the pink film that seemed to have enveloped the building, Guy wasn't quite ready for what he saw next. Honestly, it wasn't anything he was unused to seeing: there were just two monsters corpses littered in the hall. But that was the sort of thing he'd seen more back on Auldrant, not hereThe reason for that wasn't due to a lack of monsters, but rather that they weren't usually killed so quickly. And for a scorpion and -- was that a cat? -- to come so close to the patient rooms seemed out of the ordinary
( ... )
Upon seeing the monster bodies, Claude's expression immediately darkened. The night was still early, and they were still close to the patient blocks. Coupling that with the state of emergency just made Claude suspicious, though it was hard for him to put his finger on why
( ... )
...Okay, no. Everything was not fine. That was pretty damn clear as soon as he stepped out the door.
He'd been through this area several times already. He'd never seen anything around here. Or else he just never hung around long enough to see. But as soon as he walked into the hallway, something yowled this weird sound and pounced on him immediately from the side. Snow threw his arm out instinctively to smack whatever the hell it was offa him. Whatever it was had had some friggin nails, even as he smacked it away, he'd felt them graze him. ...Dammit, that woulda hurt if he'd just been a second later. What the hell was...?!
...It was a cat. Even with the weak light and how bad it was deformed from normal, he could tell it was a cat. And wow. He'll say it right now: Pulse cats are ugly. Sorry, Fang
( ... )
[From here.]Chaos and corpses greeted Sechs as he dashed into the next hall. His boots nearly skidded on the flesh and blood which painted nearly every inch of the area a grotesque palette of reds, browns and purples. The Replica paused to take in the messy scene surrounding him. A flicker of surprise briefly suppressed his grin of excitement as it dawned on him that he mustn't have been the only one to regain power
( ... )
Dean limped to the side, wishing that he had a nice shotgun instead of a single knife if they were going against dogs. Zombie dogs, as if regular dogs weren't enough. Looked zombie. He just hoped it wasn't gonna be like the movies -- he'd make a shitty zombie and anyway, he was pretty sure going zombie before his soul went out the way it was supposed to was like cheating or something. He kept the door closed, standing to the side and ready to go for any dog that made it past Ruby before it knew what hit it. He didn't spare the hall much of a glance: just enough to establish he wasn't gonna get jumped by more dogs learning how to open doors, Jurassic Park style, and that he'd wandered into another gore pit.
Fun times.
Dean swallowed back the nausea. sure, he'd been around stuff like this since he was a kid, but there was a shapeshifter's skin pile and then there was halls literally covered in who knew what. This was kinda excessive, even for him.
What happened behind that door was gruesome at best. In fact, if Ruby could help it, she wouldn't have had to see those teeth or the rotten guts as they spilled out of the dogs. But, she did. And she was used to doing the dirty work. So, within a couple minutes, she'd gotten rid of them, taking a minute to slouch against the inside wall and catch her breath.
Damn.
She looked down -- she hadn't realized it, but one of them had gotten a good bite of her waist. Blood and a whole lot of other things she didn't think about were marring her shirt, and she pulled it away to see the flesh torn in a series of anything-but-neat puncture wounds. Her left side looked like raw hamburger. But, Dean was alive, and that was something.
And she hadn't realized it. Another something. A better something. No pain meant she had game. Real game, the kind that she was supposed to have, that she had everywhere but in these stupid walls
( ... )
Could you move us to the soccer field?theroadsofarNovember 8 2011, 22:54:56 UTC
Ruby looked like she'd gone and rolled around in her own personal gore pile, like a kid at the friggen ballpit in McDonalds. At least Dean didn't have to worry about staring at her ass or tits all night - not when she was covered in what looked suspiciously like intestines and he didn't even remember the name for that organ hanging over Ruby's shoulder
( ... )
lkejalej i'm so sorry this took so long ;_; thatdemonbitchNovember 18 2011, 22:57:57 UTC
"Yeah, I can see you were really concerned," Ruby couldn't hold back the sarcastic retort, rolling her eyes as she glanced back at the door once more and then followed Dean out. The whole place was like the vacation spot of Hell's finest. Guts painting the walls, monster goo that was just waiting to be stepped in. She didn't bother avoiding it, just marching through after Dean.
What was it with Winchesters and sucking it up when it came to gratitude? No matter how often she put her ass on the line for these sons of bitches, they always found a way to make it seem like it was worth squat in the end. It was maddening.
"Think it's too much to hope the big and growly types are keeping it indoors?" She pushed the door to the outside open when she reached it, stepping out into the cold night air.
Still had his strength and all the rights and responsibilities of being a nation that came right along with it. The dream wasn't too good to be true and he was going to absolutely continue on his merry way. England wasn't in his room but that didn't mean he wouldn't find him. Or any other nation he might stumble across. So he set onward toward the other end of the hall toward where folks usually gathered.
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Despite the loud way that the night had started and the pink film that seemed to have enveloped the building, Guy wasn't quite ready for what he saw next. Honestly, it wasn't anything he was unused to seeing: there were just two monsters corpses littered in the hall. But that was the sort of thing he'd seen more back on Auldrant, not hereThe reason for that wasn't due to a lack of monsters, but rather that they weren't usually killed so quickly. And for a scorpion and -- was that a cat? -- to come so close to the patient rooms seemed out of the ordinary ( ... )
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...Okay, no. Everything was not fine. That was pretty damn clear as soon as he stepped out the door.
He'd been through this area several times already. He'd never seen anything around here. Or else he just never hung around long enough to see. But as soon as he walked into the hallway, something yowled this weird sound and pounced on him immediately from the side. Snow threw his arm out instinctively to smack whatever the hell it was offa him. Whatever it was had had some friggin nails, even as he smacked it away, he'd felt them graze him. ...Dammit, that woulda hurt if he'd just been a second later. What the hell was...?!
...It was a cat. Even with the weak light and how bad it was deformed from normal, he could tell it was a cat. And wow. He'll say it right now: Pulse cats are ugly. Sorry, Fang ( ... )
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Dean limped to the side, wishing that he had a nice shotgun instead of a single knife if they were going against dogs. Zombie dogs, as if regular dogs weren't enough. Looked zombie. He just hoped it wasn't gonna be like the movies -- he'd make a shitty zombie and anyway, he was pretty sure going zombie before his soul went out the way it was supposed to was like cheating or something. He kept the door closed, standing to the side and ready to go for any dog that made it past Ruby before it knew what hit it. He didn't spare the hall much of a glance: just enough to establish he wasn't gonna get jumped by more dogs learning how to open doors, Jurassic Park style, and that he'd wandered into another gore pit.
Fun times.
Dean swallowed back the nausea. sure, he'd been around stuff like this since he was a kid, but there was a shapeshifter's skin pile and then there was halls literally covered in who knew what. This was kinda excessive, even for him.
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Damn.
She looked down -- she hadn't realized it, but one of them had gotten a good bite of her waist. Blood and a whole lot of other things she didn't think about were marring her shirt, and she pulled it away to see the flesh torn in a series of anything-but-neat puncture wounds. Her left side looked like raw hamburger. But, Dean was alive, and that was something.
And she hadn't realized it. Another something. A better something. No pain meant she had game. Real game, the kind that she was supposed to have, that she had everywhere but in these stupid walls ( ... )
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What was it with Winchesters and sucking it up when it came to gratitude? No matter how often she put her ass on the line for these sons of bitches, they always found a way to make it seem like it was worth squat in the end. It was maddening.
"Think it's too much to hope the big and growly types are keeping it indoors?" She pushed the door to the outside open when she reached it, stepping out into the cold night air.
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Still had his strength and all the rights and responsibilities of being a nation that came right along with it. The dream wasn't too good to be true and he was going to absolutely continue on his merry way. England wasn't in his room but that didn't mean he wouldn't find him. Or any other nation he might stumble across. So he set onward toward the other end of the hall toward where folks usually gathered.
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