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mayfield_rpg2012-11-26 01:20 am
photonicfighter) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-11-26 01:20 am
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Chapter 18 - Like Little Stars In The Dark
[Action A - When there were all those hazmats and drone-zombies and crap]
[With what the streets are crawling with, Dakki is sure that she has made the right choice, choosing to trade in her CAST self instead of her weapons. Because she damn sure needs those weapons right now. Even if the library is safe, what will people eat? How will they keep warm? Someone has to be out there, fetching supplies and protecting others.
And that's just what Dakki is doing, making dashes to the stores and suburbs for supplies, and attempting round up anyone in need of rescue. When she's not plugging things full of photon bullets at a distance, she's carving them up at close range. Her form is far from perfect. This human body is far inferior to her real one... but she's had some experience using it, and maybe that'll be the difference between a few wounds and outright death.
Since when did a Guardian fear death, anyway?]
[Action B - Library Steps, After talking to Zemekis]
[Having made it out the other side of Mayfield going to hell, and having talked to Zemekis herself, Dakki.... is wrote. Injured, absolutely bone-tired from all the fighting, and mentally numb. And not sure that the mental numbness is exhaustion, or what she heard and saw inside the church. But surely there was more for her to do? There was always more to do, wasn't there? What she had heard Zemekis say didn't matter. Being a copy was no reason to simply give up. She had to do more...
...just... after taking a little break. She's sitting on the library steps, arms resting on her knees, leaning forward and head bowed, staring blankly at the pavement. Just a bit of a break to catch her breath, and compose her thoughts, and maybe change her bandages and then... something.]
[With what the streets are crawling with, Dakki is sure that she has made the right choice, choosing to trade in her CAST self instead of her weapons. Because she damn sure needs those weapons right now. Even if the library is safe, what will people eat? How will they keep warm? Someone has to be out there, fetching supplies and protecting others.
And that's just what Dakki is doing, making dashes to the stores and suburbs for supplies, and attempting round up anyone in need of rescue. When she's not plugging things full of photon bullets at a distance, she's carving them up at close range. Her form is far from perfect. This human body is far inferior to her real one... but she's had some experience using it, and maybe that'll be the difference between a few wounds and outright death.
Since when did a Guardian fear death, anyway?]
[Action B - Library Steps, After talking to Zemekis]
[Having made it out the other side of Mayfield going to hell, and having talked to Zemekis herself, Dakki.... is wrote. Injured, absolutely bone-tired from all the fighting, and mentally numb. And not sure that the mental numbness is exhaustion, or what she heard and saw inside the church. But surely there was more for her to do? There was always more to do, wasn't there? What she had heard Zemekis say didn't matter. Being a copy was no reason to simply give up. She had to do more...
...just... after taking a little break. She's sitting on the library steps, arms resting on her knees, leaning forward and head bowed, staring blankly at the pavement. Just a bit of a break to catch her breath, and compose her thoughts, and maybe change her bandages and then... something.]
That smile is never a good sign, really...
And does he thank Dakki for the save? Nope.]
I didn't ask for any help.
There, that scowl is much more encouraging!
...hmph! Well you had some help anyway, so there!
[She takes a few more shots at the lesser drone-zombie-horrors along the path that she had been taking, and darts forward while the way is still clear.]
Where are you headed?!
[Ungrateful as he is, she's not about to abandon him to fight the hordes alone if he's got somewhere to be or something to do.]
Hooray for normal expressions!
[One moment there while he blasts a few more drone-things and then starts reloading as he talks...]
I've been vexed at this place for long enough. Feels good to work it out.
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[So he's one of those. She makes no effort to conceal her eye-roll. And she takes a few more shots at the gathering drone things, continuing to keep her way clear.]
Don't go and get yourself killed! Who knows if this place will still resurrect you?
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I never worried about resurrection back home. At least I'll go out having fun if it happens. This? This is like a festival.
[Someone is just having a little too much fun as he shoots at some more of those drone things.]
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Enjoy your festival, then. When you get tired, head for the library! It's warded against these things.
[A flash of blue light and her guns vanish, to be replaced with a double-ended sword/lance looking weapon. which she then starts to use to cave her way to the end of the street.]