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towerofanimus2012-04-01 02:20 pm
divider) wrote in towerofanimus2012-04-01 02:20 pm
Entry tags:
001 | Open
Characters: Ulysses and you!
Setting: Rainbow Aquarium
Format: Action
Summary: It's April fool's day and lobstrosities come multicolored.
Warning: Violence and gore.
[Chittering. He can heard chittering from the swirls of colored water. It is a sound he knows, but does not know how it could be heard here. If his world is gone, then things that lurked on it should as well be lost with it.
Fight mode engages and the nearest wall is taken. Once transparent water has taken to color and muting out the lights creating an environment like the caves the chittering belongs to.
Mirelurks; crustaceans mutated and turned into a humanoid creature well capable of hunting man.
Soon the chittering turns into steps, wet and heavy. Closer it comes until nearly rounding the corner coming face to face with Ulysses and his arched back staff. The metal ornament meets the soft exposed flesh of the Mirelurks face, greenish gray splattering from the impact and a high pitched chitter as it stumbles back from the sneak attack.
Not dead, only injured. The staff is pulled back for another stab before the creature can gain a grasp of what is happening. Deeper the strike hits sending more blood out and dying call before the armored creatures slips to the floor. It falls with a dull thud and the staff is removed from its mangled face.
The dead body receives a long look. Strips of color are across its body much like the water of the aquarium. Putting two to two takes no leap, but studying of the Mirelurk comes short as more chittering comes.
More than one source would allow. ]
[OOC: So Ulysses has the misfortune of coming across some of his homeworld's inhabitants, Mirelurks. Nasty shellfish that are the size of a man and have a habit of eating them. Weak spot is its face and more are coming- with colors. ]
[Chittering. He can heard chittering from the swirls of colored water. It is a sound he knows, but does not know how it could be heard here. If his world is gone, then things that lurked on it should as well be lost with it.
Fight mode engages and the nearest wall is taken. Once transparent water has taken to color and muting out the lights creating an environment like the caves the chittering belongs to.
Mirelurks; crustaceans mutated and turned into a humanoid creature well capable of hunting man.
Soon the chittering turns into steps, wet and heavy. Closer it comes until nearly rounding the corner coming face to face with Ulysses and his arched back staff. The metal ornament meets the soft exposed flesh of the Mirelurks face, greenish gray splattering from the impact and a high pitched chitter as it stumbles back from the sneak attack.
Not dead, only injured. The staff is pulled back for another stab before the creature can gain a grasp of what is happening. Deeper the strike hits sending more blood out and dying call before the armored creatures slips to the floor. It falls with a dull thud and the staff is removed from its mangled face.
The dead body receives a long look. Strips of color are across its body much like the water of the aquarium. Putting two to two takes no leap, but studying of the Mirelurk comes short as more chittering comes.
More than one source would allow. ]
[OOC: So Ulysses has the misfortune of coming across some of his homeworld's inhabitants, Mirelurks. Nasty shellfish that are the size of a man and have a habit of eating them. Weak spot is its face and more are coming- with colors. ]
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The only weapon he had was a kitchen knife that he had taken months ago and held onto, because fighting unarmed was not so good against monsters.
He takes in the multicoloured water and the man standing there.] More are coming...
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Their face is soft tissue. No shell.
[Staff in hand he returns to his position against the wall to wait while the chittering becomes all the louder.]
Advantage is theirs in close. You have to surprise them. Use their lack of vision against them.
[He presumes the youth has not faced them by appearance of being one to have walked the waste.]
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He remained quiet though, since he assumed if such creatures had no sight they would rely on their other senses. He adjusted his grip on the knife and stood ready.]
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They can sense something is amiss, perhaps in a way humans cannot understand. Sight is narrow for the creatures giving a window of opportunity, one that needs to taken as two circle around into clear view.]
Take the left.
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