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Just Visiting: Dimension-jumping adventures inside... - yinepuhotep - 11-13-2014
"Oy! Lady! Watch it! Another one of you fell down there! You probably hit him with that rock!"
Tammy landed beside the girl who had just thrown the rock and hissed, "Get down. Look for another rock. You got any energy bars in your pack? If I don't get something to eat soon I'm gonna pass out."
The truth was, she was already feeling kind of woozy, and the world was getting unsteady, but she couldn't just sit down and surrender. Heroes didn't do that, it was just that simple. Heroes kept going as long as they were able to stand. So, naturally, when more arrows like the one that had been shot at her came flying toward Tammy and the girl who had thrown the rock, she threw up a shear plane between the two of them and the archers.
That lasted all of about fifteen seconds, long enough to block a few arrows and reduce them to splinters, before the ground rushed up to meet Tammy, her shear plane vanished, and Tammy became the first survivor to enter the ranks of the unconscious.
Just Visiting: Dimension-jumping adventures inside... - danixiewrites - 11-13-2014
The locals had a thing about people upsetting the delicate, tranquil nature of the rainforest. Usually because this involved the opposite of tranquility, the trees and animals they were in usual accord with changing the terrain, attacking without discrimination--offenders and their erstwhile, horned defenders alike--quite aside from the rampant, wasteful destruction of resources outsiders seemed keen on. So when one of the Hornless breached the escape tunnel from the creche on top of this, naturally the gathering warriors were beyond simply having a "thing" about visitors.
Below ground, the SuElders, those lucky enough to have been gifted by the earth to have four horns, coaxed dirt and roots aside to reveal the lower curve of the tunnel. Four armed guards followed as the SuElders moved in,
"His essence is red," one of the interior defenders commented in the native tongue, prodding the sticky substance on the Hornless's backside that should have been the green of life--or at least pale yellow, like their young. "The Elder will wish a sampling."
The SuElder who held the Hornless's right arm shook her head fervently. "If you knew what was good for you, two-horn, you would not presume to know the Elder's desires."
Things were not so simple in the encampment these days, and the first Hornless would be pitched face-down into a rickety cage of mud and sticks and vine, awaiting a fate the lesser-horned could no longer predict with certainty.
Topside, a few had witnessed more than destruction from the Hornless--they had a magic that would displease the Elder. Displeasing the Elder was tantamount to death, but when the strangers could throw them across the forest and seemed to be busy enough fending off the terrain, those few had planned to keep quiet about the affair, until an opening presented itself. Instead, they'd pick off a few of the less able-bodied ones while their brethren moved outward from the encampment to combat an inferno beyond.
A contingent of warriors armed with bows and a more vicious collection of barbed arrows at the ready surrounded the standing stranger who had attempted to further the incursion into the creche with an assault of rocks--of all things. "Hornless. You must await judgment." One with three horns spoke as he fired an arrow toward her feet. A look of glee covered his face, and the lesser, two-horned warriors exchanged a surprisingly grim look, then followed his lead to avoid the opening that presented itself and to take only the dark-haired stranger into custody.
It was too much to resist for Answer, a barely-a-warrior with one-and-a-half horns and far too much curiosity for his own well-being. No one expected him to follow orders, anyway. He took a chance on a much-needed burst of prestige as the others in his squad prodded and attempted to wrangle away a particularly hairy specimen of Hornless. She, along with her conspirator below, would await judgment at the encampment. He shrugged the bow from his shoulder--rarely used as he was barely-a-warrior and therefore unfit to defend home. Using its ornate tip to touch the dark one on the ground...an even HAIRIER stranger...he grinned. Perhaps he could coax a vine to assist in this precious bounty. The Elder would be quite impressed.
Just Visiting: Dimension-jumping adventures inside... - jazzhands - 11-13-2014
Zadkiel watched the floating stranger fly off somewhere else and he quit relaxing at once. He had expected the redhead to back up the other stranger fighting with Mummy but it was his role to fill now. The angel points his weapon at the large creature and spots the knife wielder stabbing the quad jaw creature violently. Taking a couple of pot shots to provide supporting fire, the Justicar sees the monster stop moving. Hearing loud wailing come from the baby plant creatures, Zadkiel let his head fall down in a brief moment of sadness for them. "I am sorry, little ones. Your parents should never have attacked an officer. I am a cop first and a social worker around the twenty-three mark."
However, Zadkiel knew he didn't have time to stand around feeling sorry for random creatures. He witnessed the female stranger making her way down a tree and wondered if she needed help or if he could reserve having to attack again. It wouldn't help anyone if he tired himself out so he called out loudly to the stranger. "Hello there. Do you need help or have you got the situation under control?" Raising his weapon in case she asks for backup, Zadkiel heard some voices in the background but figured this situation took priority.
Just Visiting: Dimension-jumping adventures inside... - yinepuhotep - 11-13-2014
Andrei wished, for the 42nd time, that Tammy had his father's talent for generating extradimensional pockets. If she did, she wouldn't be in her current condition, because she could easily store energy bars or bags of nuts in them, and restore her energy after over-using her powers. Instead, as usual, it was left to him to keep her safe until she recovered.
Like now, for instance. One of the natives was prodding her with the tip of a bow. A very nice tip, it was true, and it would be a shame to damage carving of such quality, but still, it was a weapon, and the native seemed interested in finding some way to carry her off the way the other woman had been taken.
Admittedly, it would be the easiest way to catch up to the others, but it was a risk he wasn't quite ready to take. The alternative, though, would be to fly there and deal with the natives while Tammy was unconscious, and that was a greater risk. Too much chance of her dislocating a joint if he didn't armor her up, too much chance of tearing a tendon or muscle if he did. No, the best choice right now was to remain right here and monitor the situation until either the natives or one of the people around the fire did something more useful.
Just Visiting: Dimension-jumping adventures inside... - danixiewrites - 11-13-2014
Anya caught a movement out of the corner of her eye that included a weapon. Tech. Did everyone have tech? She hit the ground, rolled, came up with her blade at the ready, and leapt at him. A quick sweep of blue eyes as she tried to tackle the stranger took in a familiar black coat--she'd seen it before from much further out. She pulled back her blade, didn't care if it was soon enough or not. He'd been a victim, too, but that didn't make him a friendly. Her brother's motto had been "the enemy of my enemy is my friend," fool thought that it was, and it had gotten him killed. Anya preferred "the enemy of my enemy'll be dead by sunrise so the rations last longer" than take a quasi-trustworthy knife to the back.
Grounding out an audible curse, Anya followed his question up with one of her own. "Did the tree hit yer head?" She pointed with her free hand toward the blaze. "Pretty sure controlling the situation is out. Never been in a forest in my life, and even I know setting the place on fire is bad!"
"I mean," she said with a step forward, advancing with her knife still looking murderous, "who the fuck sets a forest on fire? On purpose?" Her pointed ears swiveled, straining slightly to hear for more vines. "You find the guy, I'll take him out--" she began in an imposing voice that carried, then cut herself off as the ground swelled under their feet. Gotcha, ground. Testing the waters, finding out where she was, who he was, if he'd fallen prey to ill-meaning physicians too, and what the hell was going on in general...these were important things, but paramount was the immediate terrain. "Forget it. Get to safer ground and take that accursed tool with you." She swatted the tree nearest them with the flat of her palm and it rumbled. "Climbing them and setting them on fire seems to aggravate things, so I recommend avoiding the greens. Ciao!"
Hoping the trees would calm, hoping that distance would get her out of death-by-carnivorous-flora range, Anya adjusted the vitalife bag higher on her shoulder. With a wave, she took off in the opposite direction from the roar of fiery trees, unaware the fire was being combated by a group of warriors who had reinforcements arriving from the same way.
Just Visiting: Dimension-jumping adventures inside... - jazzhands - 11-13-2014
Zadkiel quickly went from helpful to hostile in his attitude to the knife holder when she lunged for him. Leaping back to avoid her tackle, the divine cop quickly pointed his weapon at her and kept his eyes on where her knife was located. "Attack me again and you will force me to take you down." His eyes narrowed defensively as she mentioned the forest being set on fire and approached him with her knife still in an aggressive position. A brief moment of surprise went through the detective's brain when she doesn't identify him as the fire starter.
Zadkiel always believed in the importance of taking responsibility for your own actions even if they were done in understandable circumstances. He had spent decades in a career that had him always walking that fine line after all. "If you want to take the guy out, you are looking at him." Zadkiel expected the stranger to keep up her offensive strategy but she shocked him by switching to a verbal warning instead causing the Justicar to shake his head at her backwards way of doing things. However, his gun never stopped pointing at her in case it was some sort of ploy to catch him off guard.
"No walking on the grass. Understood." His words may have been neutral but his eyes were not as she adjusted a bag similar to the one he had. That was a clue that she was involved in this shady wormhole experiment case but Zadkiel could not tell from this encounter if she would make for an ally or a foe. As he scratched his chin to help him plan his next course of action. the stranger gave a wave and began to sprint away from him. Hearing noises sound out from behind him, the angel turned his head and noticed some strange horned creatures were attempting to tackle the wildfire he had caused with his battle.
Crouching low to try to avoid drawing any attention to himself, he kept the Lawbringer at hand but wanted to focus on avoiding any combat with this horned ones if possible. Two options were available to the cop: he could follow the floating woman who had freed him earlier or the knife lover that had a bag that linked her to the case. Zadkiel rubbed his forehead and wished that he had paid more attention to the redhead with weird powers but he was understandably busy fending off crazy monsters.
However, that female appeared to have powers and technology that don't fit in with this primitive forest he currently finds himself stuck in. Therefore, Zadkiel went with his hunch that she played a role in the shady wormhole experiment too. And since she had not attacked him so far, his odds of having to fight were lower. The safer option until he felt back at full power magic wise. Keeping his body low, the Justicar crept as quickly as possible in the direction the floating stranger had gone without making too much noise.
Just Visiting: Dimension-jumping adventures inside... - tanith - 11-13-2014
Victoria jerked her head back, startled by the sudden appearance of another person. A person who out of nowhere began to hiss orders at her and asking if she had any energy bars in her pack. Who the hell did this woman think she was? A look of disdain passed over her normally pleasant features as she looked the other up and down, wondering just where she got off telling her what to do. Victoria had a nickname in school, she was called Queenie, which she despised with her whole being. Part of the reason the others called her this had to do with her name, and her short stature, but the other came from the fact that she was quite wealthy and very stubborn. Victoria did not take orders from just anyone, certainly not this disheveled woman whose eyes were now rolling back and passing out in front of her.
"Uh?" She had opened her mouth to speak but the other was already down for the count. Victoria did take notice of a few arrows being deflected by some invisible source, but had a feeling that after the woman passed out it was no longer functioning. Somehow this person had some type of power that was able to protect them. She supposed she should be thankful, but all she felt was irritated.
Her irritation faded quickly upon hearing shouts coming from nearby, she had not even had time to focus on where the voice was coming from before an arrow landed in front of her feet. Victoria took a few steps back bumping into the tree just behind her, she reached behind to hold on to it.
"P-please don't kill me!" She cried out to the figure, watching it approach. Her mind was scrambling, she knew she had to figure out a way to get out of this. She was not so naive to think that money would work, but it was the only bargaining chip that she ever had. What did she have to lose? "M-my father, he's rich. N-Name your price. You'll be very wealthy, an- and ...."
She trailed off realising that perhaps the horned creature did not understand what she was saying. To be honest all she could hear was shouting, and didn't quite make out what he had said to her earlier.
"Do you speak...English? Francais? Nihongo?" Maybe those language lessons wouldn't go to waste? Victoria's father, in an attempt to have his daughter make real friends and not to spend her time showing off to aquaintances on bookface and chirp, signed her up for almost every course known to man. Well, close enough. Although she hid it well, Victoria was quite intelligent, although she had somehow come to convince her self that being smart wasn't attractive. After college she no longer had to take silly classes, and her family thought it had all gone to waste. Perhaps not. If only they taught a course on confidence.
Is this where it ends, and I die? Alone here in some strange forest by horned native people who probably want to eat my flesh and use my bones as drumsticks? Defeated she lowered her head and raised her hands up slowly, showing that she would not fight back. What could she do? She had no weapons, she had no magical shield, or any kind of supernatural powers. It was over.
Just Visiting: Dimension-jumping adventures inside... - danixiewrites - 11-14-2014
After leaving a possible fellow victim to his demise--or whatever: Anya cared nothing for and stuck her neck out for no one but herself and her family, much less a firestarter who was going to get others killed--she found herself face to face with trouble of a humanoid sort. "No." She backed away, and a sharp point pressed against her back. Judging from those surrounding her, it was yet another arrow. At least it wasn't a weapon that could have a mind of its own, like the tech she'd known all her life, but damn. She'd been too concerned about distance and fire and resisting the urge to seek high limbs to be on guard for more of them.
"Easy, fellas. I'm not the one who set the blaze. If you're looking for him, he's back that way." She pointed, and they nodded, which initially she took as a sign they'd understood and had better things to hunt. But no. One took her blade, another her bag, and a third gestured for her to move back in the direction she'd come from.
<She-warrior>, the one with the most horns made a grating sound. Words, perhaps, but Anya couldn't tell. She raised her hands to show she didn't have another dagger--although the second one was in her other boot--and he got into her face with a breath that smelled of rotting things and seemed to muse. Then he made a gesture, another sound like the creak of wood. <Other-metal.> Someone tugged at her leg, pulling the hidden dagger free.
As they marched her along, they passed another of their number, a stick-thin man, perhaps, with a partially missing antler-horn thing. The leader barked something at him that she couldn't understand. She was too distracted to try, given the mass of swarming vinelets at his feet, starting to form a sort of platform next to an unconscious woman.
<That Hornless is trouble, Answer. Leave for Darkness.>
The expression on the lone hunter's face was intriguing, and he didn't respond to her contingent of kidnappers, but rather crooned to the plantlife. A rebel, eh? Too bad the enemy-of-my-enemy business is such a sticking point. Once more, it mattered little, because Anya was to be escorted with her comrades to a wooden cage/hut and tossed inside with more force than she'd have deemed necessary, had she been doing the collecting. Others were inside. A man, bloodied, and a woman. Still had their bags, she noted, then backed against a far wall. Not easily, as it was a small space, but as far as she could get away from the other Vitalife victims. The horned people didn't speak her language, but did these? "That your blood, or did you get one of these bastards before they took you down?"
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Meanwhile, Answer continued to speak to the leaves, bidding the vines to coil and hoping the little ones were strong enough to lift the stranger on the pallet they'd formed. Obediently not taking nibbles out of what Answer had decided would be the Elder's prime offering, the vines begin to creep over the Hornless's still form.
Just Visiting: Dimension-jumping adventures inside... - jazzhands - 11-14-2014
Zadkiel was following the direction that the floating stranger had gone when he heard voices. Making sure the tree nearby to him didn't have anything out of the ordinary first, he hid behind the tree and waited for them to pass by. He did not know the intentions of this horned humanoids but as the patrol walked by, the detective had a feeling that he should avoid them until he knew for sure. A gut feeling may not be admissible evidence in a court of law but it had saved his hide more times than he could count.
Zadkiel kept moving stealthily through the forest and noticed a couple of abnormal monsters that looked like giant wooden frogs with antlers. The creatures were butting heads and the Justicar happily left them to their duel as he continued on his quest. Making his way to a hill, Zadkiel scouted and spotted the strange woman in her black form. His relief at finding her was short-lived when he spotted her not moving on the ground. The stranger also had company in the form of one of the horned humanoid creatures and the angel felt a need to act. Hoping to avoid battle with the one-horned being, the detective planned a stealthy approach to get the upper hand.
Surveying the nearby area, the detective spotted no other creatures in the vicinity that could provide reinforcements if he moved in. Feeling a degree of safety in his plan, Zadkiel kept low and walked slowly trying to be as sneaky as possible to surprise the one with one horn and approached with his gun raised in case. Once he felt he was at a close enough distance, the cop noticed the woman was being ensnared by vines and quickly gave an order. "Creature, put your hands up and stop using your magic on that person." With his Lawbringer firmly pointed offensively, Zadkiel stood up and kept his body ready in case the creature attacked.
"Don't make me use this. Let your prisoner go."
Just Visiting: Dimension-jumping adventures inside... - Panda - 11-14-2014
When he was picked up, Kieran was still far too dazed to do much more than moan in pain. He hadn't exactly been picked up gently after all, was dazed from his head trauma, and was still leaking blood from the hole in his back. A hole in which part of an arrow still resided. Altogether, if he'd been together enough mentally, he would have simply been thankful that he was thrown into his cage face down rather than on the bit of arrow still in him. Sure he bumped his head again, but it was just a minor loss of brain cells, rather than speeding up his loss of blood.
Kieran was a bit too out of it to think like that though. He just knew there was pain, and movement, and the world spinning. Not to mention sleep was seeming like a great idea, even if some par of him kept trying to say that sleep was bad. Why sleep was bad though, when sleep meant no pain and no world spinning, he didn't know. To be honest it didn't matter, and he had drifted off while still lying face down in the cage.
Then people were thrown into the cage, jarring him awake again. Still, he didn't pay much attention, until there were words. Words he felt like he should know. Slowly, he lifted his head up to look at the twins leaning against the wall that had apparently spoken to him. Identical twins at that. Who were mimicking each others movements. Something was wrong with that thought, though he wasn't sure what. Still, what had he...oh right, the words! She had talked to him, and now that he thought about it, the words had made sense. Except for the parts that didn't. Since now that he was reminded that he had been shot, Kieran felt the hole in him would probably be fairly obvious. Though that could have just been his perspective as the person who had been ventilated.
"I have a hole in my back. I'm moder...moderal...moderat...fairly sure the blood is mine. Ninety-nine percent sure. I think there was a pit too. And a rock. I'm almost positive I remember a rock, and pain, and..."
He paused for a moment, hesitating, before shifting his head so he could see the other person who had been thrown in. The world swam, and there was quite a bit of pain, but finally he was able to see what appeared to be another pair of twins. Something definitely wasn't right. What was it called? That's it, he remembered now.
"I think I have a concussion, unless there really is two sets of twins in here. Wherever here is, other than green and full of horny things that shoot me, and rocks."
Just Visiting: Dimension-jumping adventures inside... - yinepuhotep - 11-15-2014
"Would you be so kind as to give this boy a push, rather than shooting him?" Andrei asked, when he heard the other traveler barking orders the native was unlikely to understand. "He's not a particularly dangerous specimen of their people, and I suspect he's trying to impress his elders, but the best I can do until Tammy wakes up is keep her armored so nothing can injure her, and as long as he keeps trying to take us in, that means it's going to be rather difficult to rescue the people who have already been captured. Assuming you have armor that can stand up to an arrow, just in case he gets off a shot before you get close, just giving him a good push so he falls on his ass should do the trick."
Just Visiting: Dimension-jumping adventures inside... - danixiewrites - 11-16-2014
Answer jumped when the bushes spoke with tones he was unused to hearing from the underbrush. At least, he was certain it was speech. It didn't have the same bark of his kinfolk, the same crooning rhythm he used with the flora, the same crinkle of life that spoke in return, but it had cadence and form...strange. He fumbled for his bow, holding it at the ready with his arm outstretched and no arrow nocked. Then the stranger at his feet spoke, too, her form unmoving but unleashing clear, unwavering and deep, unnatural tones nonetheless. The barely-a-warrior flipped his bow downward to thump the Hornless into submission. It didn't seem fazed, still making sound.
The vines under Answer's control shied from the strange sounds. The barely-a-warrior spotted the true speaker from beyond the green, another stranger, with eyes like leaves. He considered this, tried speaking to him like he would the vines, coaxing him to come closer, to leave the weapon(?) he bore behind. Suggesting, perhaps, whatever strange metal was pointing at him could be lowered, moved elsewhere. The vines were forgotten for a critical moment, and they scurried suddenly, snapping at each other as if they were fighting over a meal...which would, unless something was done quickly, prove to be the red-haired Hornless.
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Anya frowned at her fellow prisoners, glaring at the woman in particular, who seemed well enough though perhaps...in shock? If he died, there'd be more food for the rest of them, and there was no sense prolonging what was clearly his pain. "Do you intend to let him lay there until he dies?" Which sounded all well and good Samaritan and might have indicated she'd offer to patch him up, until Anya added the qualifier, "Perhaps you were too squeamish to put him out of his misery?"
Fighting over food and safe locales and outclimbing the slower fools so the cannibals would eat them first--or plants, given the current situation--would be too sated to continue pursuit of Anya herself, these were times she'd leave not-family to die. And since she didn't yet know with any certainty where her next meal would come from, she moved in close, thinking a clean snap should do the trick.
Just Visiting: Dimension-jumping adventures inside... - tanith - 11-16-2014
A most unattractive grunt escaped her lips as she was thrown into the cage. All the air in her lungs were forced out as she landed stomach first into the dirt, her face sliding against the rough surface as she had barely the time to bring her arms up to shield herself. She lay there for a moment, trying to catch her breath as she dug her nails into the soil. Victoria knew there were others with her, part of her wanted to reach out to them for support but something told her to keep her distance, at least for the time being. Slowly she rose, pressing her palms flat on the ground and lifting her upper part of her body up into the beginning of what her yoga instructor would have called a plank pose. She then quickly she slid her legs underneath so that she was sitting on them. Placing her hands on her thighs she looked about the enclosure.
"Huh?" She blinked rapidly when the woman spoke. It seemed rather forceful and harsh to match the look that she was giving. Victoria was still trying to piece together what was happening to her and had not paid too much attention to the injured man. She wasn't sure how to respond to the woman, was she suggesting she should have killed him? He couldn't be in that bad of a condition, surely they could help him.
"Why would I do that? " She felt like she should be angry, but there was no hint of anger in her tone, only the sound of exhaustion. In reality she understood where this woman was coming from, even if the situation hadn't quite sunk in yet, Victoria knew that if they were to survive an injured person would be of no use to them, and would only slow them down. Well, thats if their captors didn't kill them first. "We have to at least try, it-it wouldn't be right to leave him."
She crawled closer to the man and reached out to place a hand on his shoulder, but she held back feeling guilty for being the one to add to his pain. There was no reason for throwing the rock, she did not know who or what was below and it was if her hand acted on its own. Sighing deeply she forced her feelings away and placed her hand onto his shoulder, giving it a gentle push.
"Hey. Hey there. You should try to stay awake, don't fall asleep, okay?" She whispered. What was it that they taught her in first aid class again? Victoria took a look at his back and saw part of an arrow sticking out, she winced and gave a panicked look to the woman. She knew not to take the object out, and the arrow seemed pretty short at this point that what she should have done was try to secure it so it didn't move and cause more damage. Unfortunately it was obvious that without medical supplies there wasn't much that could be done for him. "You, uh, you should probably get on your side, it might help with breathing."
Just Visiting: Dimension-jumping adventures inside... - Panda - 11-16-2014
It took his brain a moment to properly understand what was being said, before clarity came even beyond the pain and haze. They were talking about killing him. One was, admittedly, arguing for his safety but even she didn't sound convinced. The other? She seemed more than willing to just go through with it. The arrow in his back didn't seem all that important anymore, and the effects of his head trauma were simply ignored as he began to move. First pushing himself up onto his knees, and then away from both his cage-mates. As far as he could in the small cage at least. Leaving his back against the wall as he tried to keep awake and in focus, watching the two females warily.
A thought crossed his mind, something that could almost have been one of his missing memories, and without quite understanding why he began to laugh. First softly, barely audible, and then louder as if seeing some personal joke. Then he spoke, sarcastic, drawing on what fragments he did remember and understand. It really was kind of funny, in a fatalistic kind of way.
"From one cage to another, with people trying to kill me the entire time. I'm not sure what I did to deserve this, but it must have been something."
Then the laughter died, one hand closing into a loose fist as he watched the two. Not trusting either of them to get close at this point, not after the talk of killing him just because he was injured. At this point, he gave in to the urge in the back of his mind. Digging into his pockets he pulled out the cigarettes and his lighter, opened up the fresh pack, pulled one out, and lit it up. Inhaling deeply, the relief was almost tangible. As if he was fulfilling some need he had forgotten about. Putting both objects away again and leaving the lit cigarette between his lips, Kieran didn't care much on whether his would be killers minded his smoking or that he was smoking in a grass hut. If he might die at any moment, he was going to have a god damn smoke first. Not that he intended to die.
"I'm not dead yet, and that fact is not going to change."
As much as he meant the statement as mere bravado, something to bolster his confidence in this situation, some forgotten part of him felt it was more truth than he knew. There was a certainty to his words that he didn't quite understand. That was for later thought though.
Just Visiting: Dimension-jumping adventures inside... - jazzhands - 11-16-2014
Zadkiel heard a strange voice come from the woman on the ground that did not match the one he had heard earlier. The detective doesn't usually like to make assumptions but his best guess was the woman had a wristband similar to his...only her wristband was much more talkative and felt a bit like a know-it-all machine. Reminded him of the time he tried out the Angelnav on his Justi-Car. However, as he finished listening to the wristband, the cop had learnt a few important facts.
One: The woman was unconscious and not dead.
Two: The dark appearance of her was due to some sort of armour
Three: The one and a half-horned thing was trying to capture the woman.
Four: Other people had already been successfully captured
Raising an eyebrow sceptically at Plan Push-It-Over as the horned creature gave an ineffective tap to the unconscious female, Zadkiel tried to speak to his wristband to see if the device would feel more chatty now. "Hey, Wristband. You got an armour form so I can get some protection?" Silence. "Okay...well, do you feel like talking a bit more like her wristband? No need to be shy." More silence results in the divine detective frowning at his wristband. "You really do remind me of my ex-wife....or they gave me a terrible model to punish me for investigating. Damn scientists."
Zadkiel notices the creature motioning him to come closer and can't understand what the creature is saying. However, the hyperactive vines nearby gave the detective little reason to want to approach the horned native. He hated being unable to communicate with the other humanoid being since it meant combat was looking more and more likely. Keeping his Lawbringer pointed, the cop pointed at the vines with his free hand and tried to use basic words in the hope it would somehow get through the language barriers.
"Stop. Now." The free hand then pointed to his gun. "Pain. Fear." Finally, his hand motions going up into the air. "Hands. Up." Zadkiel then gets his other hand ready in case he has to use magic. Fire might not be the ideal option but it can be a better warning than pointing a gun to some cultures and creatures.