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towerofanimus2012-11-28 08:27 pm
timenoob) wrote in towerofanimus2012-11-28 08:27 pm
Entry tags:
Adventure One.
Characters: Homura Akemi, open.
Setting: Floor Thirty.
Format: Starting as action, will match.
Summary: Homura has been careful to avoid the monsters so far, but her luck has run out and she's been dumped into a den full of them. Despite her best efforts to defend herself, the monsters are winning.
Warnings: Blood.
[ Homura lets out a terrified squeal as the staircase disappears and her vision goes black. At first, she thinks she's passed out from the shock, only for the realization to hit her moments later that she's a) no longer fallingto her death and b) kneeling in a squidgy, slimy mass of stuff.
This is the point at which her pupils adjust to the darkness, revealing that she's actually landed on top of a nest of snakes. She screams again, louder this time, as one of them coils itself round her wrist, adrenaline enabling her to wrench her arm away and make a clumsy leap onto what she sincerely hopes is the ground.
It is. Pain shoots up her left leg as it takes the impact of her unbalanced landing, but she has bigger things to worry about right now. Like those hulking outlines of the creatures that are approaching her, fast. She doubts that they want to make friends.
Pant... pant... pant...
Despite all her planning and preparation for this kind of scenario, Homura's pretty close to losing it. It's not like she hasn't had to fight before; but back then, the others were always there with her. This time, she's alone. It's different. Unnoticed by her, the cloudy violet gem on her ring darkens a little more, a blackish tinge now occupying around half of the jewel.
A few of the monsters are now dangerously close, close enough for Homura to see that the snake nest is actually some kind of giant brain. It doesn't look happy. Homura knows that if she doesn't get her act together soon, she'll either freeze up or start running in random directions. And if that happens, then...
Her wish would truly have been wasted.
And that's why, even if it's pointless, even if nobody will know or care if she dies here, she still has to fight. Screwing her eyes shut, she transforms--
-- just as a humongous mutant crab drives its pincer into her stomach.
The blood comes instantly, both from the wound and from the raucous coughing fit that follows, the puella magi's ripped costume now sporting a tricolor appearance. Right hand weakly gripping the shield on her left arm, Homura stumbles backward feebly, dimly aware that if she had stopped time even a second later, she would likely have a giant pincer protruding from her back.
It's in this dazed state that she feels herself pulling a pair of explosives out from her shield, tossing one forward and one backward before letting her knees buckle, pigtails hanging limply in front of her face.
She'll just... rest here... for a bit.
It's not like anyone will see...
BANG!
BANG!
Aah, so time restarted... ]
Setting: Floor Thirty.
Format: Starting as action, will match.
Summary: Homura has been careful to avoid the monsters so far, but her luck has run out and she's been dumped into a den full of them. Despite her best efforts to defend herself, the monsters are winning.
Warnings: Blood.
[ Homura lets out a terrified squeal as the staircase disappears and her vision goes black. At first, she thinks she's passed out from the shock, only for the realization to hit her moments later that she's a) no longer falling
This is the point at which her pupils adjust to the darkness, revealing that she's actually landed on top of a nest of snakes. She screams again, louder this time, as one of them coils itself round her wrist, adrenaline enabling her to wrench her arm away and make a clumsy leap onto what she sincerely hopes is the ground.
It is. Pain shoots up her left leg as it takes the impact of her unbalanced landing, but she has bigger things to worry about right now. Like those hulking outlines of the creatures that are approaching her, fast. She doubts that they want to make friends.
Pant... pant... pant...
Despite all her planning and preparation for this kind of scenario, Homura's pretty close to losing it. It's not like she hasn't had to fight before; but back then, the others were always there with her. This time, she's alone. It's different. Unnoticed by her, the cloudy violet gem on her ring darkens a little more, a blackish tinge now occupying around half of the jewel.
A few of the monsters are now dangerously close, close enough for Homura to see that the snake nest is actually some kind of giant brain. It doesn't look happy. Homura knows that if she doesn't get her act together soon, she'll either freeze up or start running in random directions. And if that happens, then...
Her wish would truly have been wasted.
And that's why, even if it's pointless, even if nobody will know or care if she dies here, she still has to fight. Screwing her eyes shut, she transforms--
-- just as a humongous mutant crab drives its pincer into her stomach.
The blood comes instantly, both from the wound and from the raucous coughing fit that follows, the puella magi's ripped costume now sporting a tricolor appearance. Right hand weakly gripping the shield on her left arm, Homura stumbles backward feebly, dimly aware that if she had stopped time even a second later, she would likely have a giant pincer protruding from her back.
It's in this dazed state that she feels herself pulling a pair of explosives out from her shield, tossing one forward and one backward before letting her knees buckle, pigtails hanging limply in front of her face.
She'll just... rest here... for a bit.
It's not like anyone will see...
BANG!
BANG!
Aah, so time restarted... ]
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'In that case... it was kind of silly to use both my bombs in one shot...'
Distantly, she registered a voice coming from above her, asking if she could stand. Now, where had she heard that voice befo--
What.
The moment she had been stabbed by that crab, Moemura had entered a phased out state in which her mind had detached itself from its immediate surroundings. So while she had vaguely registered the presence of the other, even taking into account the design of the costume, the implications of the situation had never really hit her.
But as the stranger's voice reached her ears, Moemura had instinctively raised her head to reply, and--
"Y-You're-- !!"
Maybe she had passed out, after all. Or died. Either way, the person standing before her couldn't possibly be real.