After a little bit of confusion and a few false starts, Lucky managed to swing the body over his back and tried to shoulder the taller figure by grabbing both arms. Oof. This was a little heavier than he'd expected. He wasn't the strongest hunter around, but he felt exceptionally weakened here.
This was all going rather uncharacteristically well, but he wasn't going to say anything. The portal was only about five yards away, and while dragging was not the fastest method of transportation, the radio he picked up at least provided a distraction.
With less than careful consideration, he dumped the body in the portal and stepped through --
Back into another part of the ruined city.
Oh, no, oh no.
Damn it.
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Name: Lucky Faction: Hunter Suspecies/Division: Death General appearance: like this but with black hair and a death coat HP: 50/50
OOC
Character's name: 888 Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: n/a BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERLooks like this but with a PVC pipe. Voice sounds like he's talking with a bad quality robot voice changer.
Posted: Wed Sep 30, 2015 2:50 am
This was a bad place to be.
It didn't really take eyes to figure that one out, although it certainly helped. The skyscraper was giving him a headache to look at, painful somehow, and the rest of the area just seemed to be an incredibly desolate stretch of former highway. The radio crackled and mumbled with voices, but Lucky had slowly lowered it from his ear. Something was rumbling and shaking, and it was coming from behind them. He grabbed on to the arm of the body beside, him, attempting to hoist it up again somehow. Why was he so damn heavy --
He made the mistake of looking over his shoulder.
It was a horse, or something in the shape of one, that roiled uncomfortably and dissolved into so many reaching arms and creeping vines. Lucky stumbled backward, still dragging at the unconscious body by whatever he could get a handhold on.
It is not natural for you to accept us?
The voice was quiet, but it was like a knife between the eyes. The pain interrupted every thought and action, freezing him in place. He was shaking, as an impossibly fast flicker of images burned into his mind. His fingers twitched; he was beginning to claw at his own face, he was barely able to stand under the weight of the emotions --
< WAKE UP. >
He didn't, not entirely. His thoughts were jumbled, confused, and already being drawn back into that abysmal cycle. The presence of someone else in his mind was the only thing that could break him from that endless loop, the periodic interruptions like a single breath of air before being slammed beneath the water again.
< YOU NEED TO RUN. >
And he did, grabbing ahold of the body beside him with a supernatural strength and pulling it with him in a mad dash along the highway. The creature thundered behind him, slow but careful strides that crushed cars into scrap metal and sent waves of thorny vines shooting at him from every angle. Song appeared in his hand, and he severed them as they came, each swing a wordless synchronized dance as he fought to escape the aura of madness.
OOC
Name: Lucky Faction: Hunter Suspecies/Division: Death General appearance: like this but with black hair and a death coat HP: 50/50
OOC
Character's name: 888 Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: n/a BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERLooks like this but with a PVC pipe. Voice sounds like he's talking with a bad quality robot voice changer.
Everything had come alive, angrily, the vines, the fog, the creature. There were no more obstacles between them, it was just one long stretch of empty road. Lucky could think again, which was about the only good thing that had happened. He looked around nervously for something, anything --
OOC
Name: Lucky Faction: Hunter Suspecies/Division: Death General appearance: like this but with black hair and a death coat HP: 50/50
OOC
Character's name: 888 Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: n/a BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERLooks like this but with a PVC pipe. Voice sounds like he's talking with a bad quality robot voice changer.
Lucky and his cargo dodged to the side as a tangle of vines slammed into the space he had been in moments before. He rolled to a stop next to a beat-up junker of a car, glinting with keys still sitting in the ignition.
He glanced back at the headache-inducing creature for one long, worried second, and then crammed himself and the passenger in through the driver's side door. There wasn't even time to shut the door. The car sputtered to life after a few turns of the key, and took off puttering down the open road. Lucky slammed his foot on the gas and hoped that was all it would take to keep it moving.
"Kurwa, kurwa-!" There was a loud screeching sound as the vines dug into the metal and whipped the car toward the center divider, slamming them painfully against the sides of the vehicle and nearly throwing Lucky out the open car door.
DISTANCE: 1 (+2)= 3/10 HP: 45/50 (95/100?)
Quote:
2: Beat up 1970's Toyota Corolla. Seriously this car is so beat up. It putters. It is a two-seater. It slows down if you drive over 20 mph. Are you sure you are going to be okay? (SPEED VALUE +2)
OOC
Name: Lucky Faction: Hunter Suspecies/Division: Death General appearance: like this but with black hair and a death coat HP: 50/50
OOC
Character's name: 888 Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: n/a BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERLooks like this but with a PVC pipe. Voice sounds like he's talking with a bad quality robot voice changer.
If it was possible to punch the gas pedal right through the bottom of the car, Lucky would probably have done that with how hard he slammed his heel into it. The junker had finally reached a bone-rattling top speed of about 20 MPH and sounded dangerously close to coming apart as it flew down the road. He paid no mind to the unconscious passenger - his own life was slightly more valuable here.
There was a wave motion of vines in the rear view mirror, a tidal wave of sharp, virulent death heading his way. It was just one long straight shot all the way here, nowhere to go but -- panicking, he twisted the steering wheel as hard as it would go, and spun out into the oncoming freeway exit, hearing the concrete crack and rumble above them where the vines had struck. The vehicle was beyond trashed at this point - the car engine gave one last unhappy sputter and died.
Time to find another way out...
DISTANCE: 5 (+2)= 10/10 SAFE HP: 45/50 (95/100?)
Quote:
2: Beat up 1970's Toyota Corolla. Seriously this car is so beat up. It putters. It is a two-seater. It slows down if you drive over 20 mph. Are you sure you are going to be okay? (SPEED VALUE +2)
OOC
Name: Lucky Faction: Hunter Suspecies/Division: Death General appearance: like this but with black hair and a death coat HP: 50/50
OOC
Character's name: 888 Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: n/a BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERLooks like this but with a PVC pipe. Voice sounds like he's talking with a bad quality robot voice changer.
