OOM: Road Trip
Quite a while after this.
There's only so far someone can go on adrenaline- even adrenaline helped by a couple doses of Trucker's Delight. Laini's even offered Mother some of her caffiene stash, but after driving for ten hours in the general direction of away from Black Mesa and any car that even remotely looks like The Law ( Read more... )
There's only so far someone can go on adrenaline- even adrenaline helped by a couple doses of Trucker's Delight. Laini's even offered Mother some of her caffiene stash, but after driving for ten hours in the general direction of away from Black Mesa and any car that even remotely looks like The Law ( Read more... )
Nevermind how the hell he's keeping up with Laini right now...
...or that rustling in the brush up ahead.
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But this cackling madman is also a good friend.
Even if he seems to be slightly homicidally insane, at the moment.
But Laini is crafty and fast comme un renard! She jumps over a couple prickly desert bushes, and glances around for the best route to take- and also to shout back a further argument at Mother.
"Dude, its just a Winnebago!"
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"I don't! How 'bout we have some drinks and you tell me instead of shooting me with whateverthehelltha-"
Well, Laini's plan of 'get the angry guy drunk and talking/singing' will have to be put on hold for a few moments, as something big, shadowy, and with waaaaaaaay too many appendages just burst out of the bushes at Mother.
'RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR!'
And for once, it is NOT one of Laini's handy, dandy illusions.
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Click!
BzorrchhBOOOM!
Splat! Splat!splat! Splatsplatsplat!
Mother's feral grin is fading with the giggles as his nervous system starts taking inventory of what it has got left, and collectively going 'SCREW THIS'.
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Blink. Blink. Ears slowly raise, and she glances around at the gore and guts slowly raining down on the desert landscape.
Ew.
"... Mother?" She carefully pokes her head up from behind the boulder.
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He's kind of swaying on his feet and putting a hand oh so very slowly to his forehead.
"...where were we?"
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She is nothing if not quick on her feet.
"We were seeing how far it was to the nearest tow truck, after you hit mister squidly- but considering how long a day its been, and how tired you are, and how it jumped out at us-"
Laini shakes her head sagely, walking back (carefully, stepping around the lumps of charred calimari).
"You did awesomely."
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Another long pause and the makeshift deathray hits the ground from some very tired hands.
"...you gonna go find the tow truck? I'mma go back and take a nap."
His head really hurts right now.
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She flashes him a quick, reassuring smile.
"You go back inside, lock the doors, and get sleep, ok?"
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There is some slow shuffling..it's a long drag back to the Rv...and by the time they get there...Mother is more zombie than human.
"Thanks for paying for everything...you're a real pal...'ll teach you to ...drive...later..."
Thump! One mad sciene conspiracy geek is now flat out on his face in his RV bed snoring...and drooling a little.
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In a dozen languages.
Then finally breathes out a sigh of relief, and begins quietly swearing for at least another five minutes.
That done, she picks up the deathray, and carefully sticks it into a back pocket. Her PDA gets pulled out, and while there aren't any satellites around to use GPS quite yet, Laini does have maps, and estimating where they are is easy enough. Nearest town is thataway, five miles. Eh. She can hike it. (Or run it. Or fly it.) Anything to get the Winnebago fixed, so this whole incident is safely taken care of.
Though Laini does eye the surrounding desert countryside, on either side of the quiet road.
"Just so you know, I got his deathray with me! Also, I have DVDs of tentacle porn, and I'm not afraid to use them!"
The desert country side remains quiet.
Except for a few sputters of flaming grease from the charred desert squid.
With a deep breath, Laini starts for the town, making the mental note to never, ever, EVER underestimate Darryl 'Mother' Roskow.
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