Buddies: In short supply, but currently
The Fool
Villains:Turkeys Emus. A lot of freakin' turkeys emus. Also probably
Scherezade deWinter
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Skajin var Imret
| Herah |
Sasmay Cull
Objective: Start the Deep Fry.
"I have been in some dark wars before, Hayato, but this is the most karked up chit I have ever seen!"
Wynter called out to his partner, while letting his revolver roar. The horde seemed unending, one after another coming in. He didn't even remember putting his spectacles back on. He had though, right? Maybe Roman had helped him in the chaos. Then he realized the slip of the tongue. Nobody knew about his past. "In da movies anyway," Added quickly there, trying to fix it right up. "-ya ever seen Netherworld Now? Fethin' crazy chit."
Oh yeah.
That was smoothly fixed.
Even had a nice little pop-culture reference. "You? Covering mah arse? Why don't you-" But before Wynter could finish that obvious thought, Roman had already pushed him into a walk. There it was either do or die. And he definitely wasn't interested in dying.
As the infernal screeches of the Emus echoed through the hangar Wyn ran for it. Ducking, sticking as close to the floor as possible, while crawling up the ramp and into the better vantage point. Skidding down behind the parallel cover. "Nice job, Ro, not a scratch on me!" Wynter shouted, before feeling a sudden ... burning pain in his hip.
Adrenaline was a schutta.
He looked to the side.
Down.
"...oh, feth me." Staring right in the eye of ANOTHER Emu, furiously chomping down into his side and refusing to let go. "OW, OW." Starting to slam the butt of his revolver into its head. "Die, you infernal creature of the beyond!" Howling at the top of his lungs as he beat the beast back.
The consequence?
Roman was still shooting at the three ladies on his own. Wynter would probably apologize later. Maybe.
Villains:
Objective: Start the Deep Fry.
"I have been in some dark wars before, Hayato, but this is the most karked up chit I have ever seen!"
Wynter called out to his partner, while letting his revolver roar. The horde seemed unending, one after another coming in. He didn't even remember putting his spectacles back on. He had though, right? Maybe Roman had helped him in the chaos. Then he realized the slip of the tongue. Nobody knew about his past. "In da movies anyway," Added quickly there, trying to fix it right up. "-ya ever seen Netherworld Now? Fethin' crazy chit."
Oh yeah.
That was smoothly fixed.
Even had a nice little pop-culture reference. "You? Covering mah arse? Why don't you-" But before Wynter could finish that obvious thought, Roman had already pushed him into a walk. There it was either do or die. And he definitely wasn't interested in dying.
As the infernal screeches of the Emus echoed through the hangar Wyn ran for it. Ducking, sticking as close to the floor as possible, while crawling up the ramp and into the better vantage point. Skidding down behind the parallel cover. "Nice job, Ro, not a scratch on me!" Wynter shouted, before feeling a sudden ... burning pain in his hip.
Adrenaline was a schutta.
He looked to the side.
Down.
"...oh, feth me." Staring right in the eye of ANOTHER Emu, furiously chomping down into his side and refusing to let go. "OW, OW." Starting to slam the butt of his revolver into its head. "Die, you infernal creature of the beyond!" Howling at the top of his lungs as he beat the beast back.
The consequence?
Roman was still shooting at the three ladies on his own. Wynter would probably apologize later. Maybe.