action, slightly backdated; ota + strangelings

[dangitjim]

[ The initial malfunction of the communicator had found Dr. Doppler on his home outside of campus. There was, of course, the initial sick feeling of fear that washed over him. In spite of that, however, he did not hesitate to move. If the Mist was going to be active here, he needed to be at the Academy

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[gargoyle_of_red]

*Brooklyn had been all over the place with his job. Finding students outside in the Mist seemed to be the most common problem, but when he sits on the roof of Hoover Hall, he notices something riding into campus. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he tries to make out what he sees. Something was riding in, with a rider on its back. The rest he couldn't make out, due to the Mist.

He flicks his tail with a small growl and kicks off the roof, gliding down towards the figure. He'd have to check this out. Then again, it probably wasn't a good idea that he was a winged beast, gliding right at the rider, with glowing eyes.*

[dangitjim]

[ Visibility was a bit of an issue in the Mist. Same was true for Doppler, and so he wasn't at all sure what he was seeing or even if he was seeing anything at all. It may have just been a shadow, of course.

Or it could actually be something coming right towards him!

With a muttered 'good God!,' he pulled Delilah to halt, hand reaching to find the pistol as immediately as possible. ]

Stop! I'll shoot!

[gargoyle_of_red]

*At the threat of someone actually saying he'd shoot Brooklyn falters slightly and glides himself down to land a few yards away. This guy meant serious business.

The gargoyle's eyes glowed a little brighter through the Mist as he watched the other cautiously, bobbing his head in curiosity, trying to make out what kind of creature he was riding on. It was strange, he had never seen anything like it before. But that was besides the point. This person was armed. Sadly, he was oblivious that this person was part of the Academy.*

What do you want?

[dangitjim]

[ Ah. So it wasn't something of the Mist. Delbert was familiar, to a degree, to gargoyles. He'd met Goliath on the Berk mission and had upheld conversation with the associated Miss Maza.

He drew his hand from his jacket without withdrawing the pistol. ]

I work here. My housing is situated outside of the campus, but I surely wasn't going to stay there at a time like this.