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longestnight_old2015-06-19 07:15 pm
whambamandimdown) wrote in longestnight_old2015-06-19 07:15 pm
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A Not-So-Brief Interlude [Open]
One moment, Caesar was stepping through a makeshift doorway into an abandoned hotel. The next, he found himself on a street in...well, he wasn't sure where he was, other than it sure didn't look like Switzerland anymore. It wasn't cold, and it was nighttime.
"What the--?!" He turns around, finding no doorway behind him. His face flies into a combination of panic and annoyance as thoughts run through his head - was this some new power the Pillar Men had?! He balls his fists, drawing his arms to his face in a crossed formation before jerking them back down to his sides as he cries out. "WHAM! SHOW YOURSELF, YOU BASTARD!"
This doesn't draw out the opponent he was chasing, but he does get this attention of some fearlings, who start to draw toward him.
It takes him some time to notice them in the dark of the night, but once he does, he steps back, not sure what to make of them. "What the hell are these things?! They're not zombies or vampires..." His confusion fades in short order, however, and he grabs his wrists, locking his arms together for a moment before pulling them apart. He smirks as bubbles form from his gloves, and with an all-too-overdone spinning motion, launches them from his hands. Energy crackles around them as they begin to spin, flying out in a wide cloud toward the beasts. "Try this! Ripple Bubble Cutter!"
The attack is useful, wiping out a number of the weaker fearlings, and injuring the bigger ones. The survivors are unsure of what to do at the moment, but soon realize they have him outnumbered - he can't kill all of them before they get him with that kind of overblown windup! They start to converge on him, and panic comes back to Caesar's face.
"Shit!"
"What the--?!" He turns around, finding no doorway behind him. His face flies into a combination of panic and annoyance as thoughts run through his head - was this some new power the Pillar Men had?! He balls his fists, drawing his arms to his face in a crossed formation before jerking them back down to his sides as he cries out. "WHAM! SHOW YOURSELF, YOU BASTARD!"
This doesn't draw out the opponent he was chasing, but he does get this attention of some fearlings, who start to draw toward him.
It takes him some time to notice them in the dark of the night, but once he does, he steps back, not sure what to make of them. "What the hell are these things?! They're not zombies or vampires..." His confusion fades in short order, however, and he grabs his wrists, locking his arms together for a moment before pulling them apart. He smirks as bubbles form from his gloves, and with an all-too-overdone spinning motion, launches them from his hands. Energy crackles around them as they begin to spin, flying out in a wide cloud toward the beasts. "Try this! Ripple Bubble Cutter!"
The attack is useful, wiping out a number of the weaker fearlings, and injuring the bigger ones. The survivors are unsure of what to do at the moment, but soon realize they have him outnumbered - he can't kill all of them before they get him with that kind of overblown windup! They start to converge on him, and panic comes back to Caesar's face.
"Shit!"