Duo Maxwell (
maxwells_silver_scythe) wrote in
compnetwork2012-10-22 09:54 pm
Entry tags:
OH SH*T SCORPIONS!
[Duo's visible in the garage he works at, looking a bit frayed at the edges. It's dark and he's talking quietly. There is the sound of something scratching on metal in the background, but it's not immediately clear what's causing it.]
Okay, I was basically ignoring all that talk over the last few days about the world ending or whatever it was, but I'm starting to think they might have been on to something. The army of freaking giant scorpions clawing at the doors kind of gives their theory some credit.
Anyways, we're holed up in here, but the door handle keeps jiggling and I'm going to have nightmares for weeks about scorpions that can open doors. So if anyone could send help and get us out of here that would be a very good thing.
Bring a flame thrower.
Okay, I was basically ignoring all that talk over the last few days about the world ending or whatever it was, but I'm starting to think they might have been on to something. The army of freaking giant scorpions clawing at the doors kind of gives their theory some credit.
Anyways, we're holed up in here, but the door handle keeps jiggling and I'm going to have nightmares for weeks about scorpions that can open doors. So if anyone could send help and get us out of here that would be a very good thing.
Bring a flame thrower.

video; suddenly masked man
[ He's got grenades and has so far been able to shock treatment scorpions off of him with little effort.
Oh, the benefits of balls of electricity. ]
video
no subject
no subject
Video
no subject
video -> action; if that's cool
On my way now.
[ The feed shuts off. ]
--
After some time passes, Ferrus has managed to navigate his way to the Sagittarius ward - he's not used to the area, but his ammo isn't running out anytime soon and he's got enough power stored in his Potentia Coil to zap away any closeby scorpions. It takes him a while to locate the exact garage, but when he does there's a bang from outside as well as a knocking on the door. Anyone looking outside might see a flash of light - flash grenades are Ferrus's lifeblood in this scorpion invasion.
"Is anyone in there?" He asks, voice just as crisp and clear from behind his mask as it was in the watch. He's not socially skilled, but his ability to help and want to help more then makes up for it. He's currently dual wielding revolvers (and mysteriously has yet to snap his wrists from recoil) and is wearing his normal robe, which has more then one scratch on it.
Fucking scorpions.
format changes send me into a blind rage
Ferrus heard what was unmistakably the sound of someone pushing furniture out of the way of a door, then two overweight men in their thirties or forties in blue coveralls and a teenager with a leather jacket over the same coveralls emerged. The younger of the three was clearly the one from the earlier post. If he find's Ferrus's appearance strange, he's not going to mention it since the guy may have just saved their lives.
apologies :[
Ferrus nodded to them - "I assume you'll need help getting back to your homes." He offered, not really finding any of the three too strange. He'd seen stranger, to be honest, amongst the group of people that made up the inhabitants. "I can lend weapons, if any of you are proficient in pistols, though I'll require them back." He's very short, to the point: and really, he has 6 pistols, counting the two in his hands, on him. He can spare a few for a little while.
Your trangression is forgiven, but not forgotten.
After a moment he added "I'm Duo, by the way, thanks for helping."
;;
"No problem. I'm Ferrus." He nods, lightly, before sliding the gun in his left hand into its holster. His right hand continues holding his gun at the ready position, in case of emergency mobbing. "... You're sure you can get back with one pistol?" He sounds doubtful. Even he needs two, and there's two civvies who don't seem to have any weapons on them in the least...
no subject
He set off down the street at a trot.
no subject
Even if that wasn't wholly true.
His bolter had exploding rounds, after all.
But hey whatever, man. He'd tag along if only to be sure they stayed safe.