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hfm_logs2015-06-09 05:53 pm
unrecovered) wrote in hfm_logs2015-06-09 05:53 pm
It was a matter of time, really [Open]
Warnings: Violence?
Summary: Wash explores the city and gets attacked by Nox. Because these things happen to him. Frequently.
Characters: Wash and whomever wants to show up
Location: The Empty Lot
When: Not long after he arrives - within the same day
He wasn't supposed to be here.
Not that the vacant lot he'd found himself in looked in any way intimidating; he'd been much scarier places with much scarier creatures. No, the city of Freesia wasn't too bad. It was just that he wasn't supposed to be in this city at all.
He was supposed to be checking out the Mother of Invention with Ziva. He was supposed to be in the Realm of Dreams, trying to fix the problems they'd been thrown into. Barring any of that, he was supposed to be on Chorus. (Or dead; he still had no idea how that last battle had panned out. He'd figured he'd deal with that when he left the Realm of Dreams. This was not how he'd planned on leaving.)
So here he was, in a fresh city, with a fresh start, trying to make a mental map and forcing himself to stay busy, because the minute he stopped, he wouldn't be getting back up for a while. He could only keep memories at bay for so long; recent memories of Ziva were far too in tune with Epsilon's shattered memories for him to be able to handle them and still function as a human being in what was possibly a dangerous place. He needed to find a place to lay low for a while before he tackled that, and he needed to keep himself busy right up until he did.
The sound of the air tearing open behind him yanked him out of his thoughts and back into reality. Nightmares-
No, the sound wasn't right, he wasn't in the Realm of Dreams anymore, this was something else-
He whipped around to see a jagged rend in the air, fluid shadows with glowing white eyes pouring out of it.
Well, that was one question answered, at least. Now he knew what they'd been brought here to fight. Kind of.
He pulled his rifle off his back and aimed, firing several rounds into the two closest to him. They shrieked, but only one dissolved. Looked like he had his work cut out for him.
Summary: Wash explores the city and gets attacked by Nox. Because these things happen to him. Frequently.
Characters: Wash and whomever wants to show up
Location: The Empty Lot
When: Not long after he arrives - within the same day
He wasn't supposed to be here.
Not that the vacant lot he'd found himself in looked in any way intimidating; he'd been much scarier places with much scarier creatures. No, the city of Freesia wasn't too bad. It was just that he wasn't supposed to be in this city at all.
He was supposed to be checking out the Mother of Invention with Ziva. He was supposed to be in the Realm of Dreams, trying to fix the problems they'd been thrown into. Barring any of that, he was supposed to be on Chorus. (Or dead; he still had no idea how that last battle had panned out. He'd figured he'd deal with that when he left the Realm of Dreams. This was not how he'd planned on leaving.)
So here he was, in a fresh city, with a fresh start, trying to make a mental map and forcing himself to stay busy, because the minute he stopped, he wouldn't be getting back up for a while. He could only keep memories at bay for so long; recent memories of Ziva were far too in tune with Epsilon's shattered memories for him to be able to handle them and still function as a human being in what was possibly a dangerous place. He needed to find a place to lay low for a while before he tackled that, and he needed to keep himself busy right up until he did.
The sound of the air tearing open behind him yanked him out of his thoughts and back into reality. Nightmares-
No, the sound wasn't right, he wasn't in the Realm of Dreams anymore, this was something else-
He whipped around to see a jagged rend in the air, fluid shadows with glowing white eyes pouring out of it.
Well, that was one question answered, at least. Now he knew what they'd been brought here to fight. Kind of.
He pulled his rifle off his back and aimed, firing several rounds into the two closest to him. They shrieked, but only one dissolved. Looked like he had his work cut out for him.