You need help killing yourself? I'm game.
I'll take that as a no.
Judging from the expletives you're trapped, alone, in the dark, and something is stalking you?
Judging from the expletives you're trapped, alone, in the dark, and something is stalking you?
Almost a year and I still got it.
This is where I offer help right? Need something pummeled to death?
This is where I offer help right? Need something pummeled to death?
[The first question he'd like to ask is 'what the hell,' but that might not actually be helpful.
He's still not very good with typing, so the message is as spare as possible in his haste.]
Where
He's still not very good with typing, so the message is as spare as possible in his haste.]
Where
coming
[Damn it, how many houses are by the river? They'll have to cross that bridge when they come to it.]
monster?
[Normally he wouldn't think to plan before leaping into battle, but there aren't massive snakes and chomping treasure chests where he comes from. Knowing what's ahead might help a tad.]
[Damn it, how many houses are by the river? They'll have to cross that bridge when they come to it.]
monster?
[Normally he wouldn't think to plan before leaping into battle, but there aren't massive snakes and chomping treasure chests where he comes from. Knowing what's ahead might help a tad.]
[Well. He can't figure out who it is from those details, but he supposes this means that they've found their first big unfriendly neighbor.]
You have weapon? Barnaby?
[Perhaps that's another question asked more for his benefit--hoping that an answer means she's still alive--than hers. It's not as if knowing whether she does or not will help him find her any easier, but he doesn't stop himself from asking anyway.]
You have weapon? Barnaby?
[Perhaps that's another question asked more for his benefit--hoping that an answer means she's still alive--than hers. It's not as if knowing whether she does or not will help him find her any easier, but he doesn't stop himself from asking anyway.]
[While Nick's trying to keep an eye on this to make sure this girl gets the help she needs, something else catches his attention. How many women in this city have multiple scars as a notable feature?]
Facial scars? Short hair, somewhere in the neighborhood between brown and red?
Facial scars? Short hair, somewhere in the neighborhood between brown and red?
[A stick and a dog against armor still doesn't seem very fair.]
Wait. there soon
go for the knees
[If he's too late, maybe she can at least slow this attacker.
He doesn't intend to be late, though, and one of the benefits to being immortal is that he can push himself to go at top speed, knowing any damage will be regenerated eventually. It doesn't take much longer to reach the area near the river, and he slows only slightly to look for the house that could be it.]
[ooc: Should we switch to action?]
Wait. there soon
go for the knees
[If he's too late, maybe she can at least slow this attacker.
He doesn't intend to be late, though, and one of the benefits to being immortal is that he can push himself to go at top speed, knowing any damage will be regenerated eventually. It doesn't take much longer to reach the area near the river, and he slows only slightly to look for the house that could be it.]
[ooc: Should we switch to action?]
[He tries again, a little clearer this time on what he's after.]
Keep your head down and stay quiet. It sounds like you have help on the way, but if no one shows up within the next few minutes, call me. I'm going to try to find the woman who attacked you.
[And he's just hoping it's not who he thinks it is, or that worse, that she's gone berserk somehow -- a glitch in her system. It's happened to synths in his world; for all he knows, it could happen to folks like her who are somewhere between.]
Keep your head down and stay quiet. It sounds like you have help on the way, but if no one shows up within the next few minutes, call me. I'm going to try to find the woman who attacked you.
[And he's just hoping it's not who he thinks it is, or that worse, that she's gone berserk somehow -- a glitch in her system. It's happened to synths in his world; for all he knows, it could happen to folks like her who are somewhere between.]
Edited 2016-04-19 05:22 (UTC)
Words hurt.
Look do you want me to come punch something or not? I'm a busy guy.
Look do you want me to come punch something or not? I'm a busy guy.
[He's hurrying all right, and soon enough he slips through the front entrance, knife at the ready. He picks his way into the middle of the room, scanning all the corners.]
Anybody in here?
[He's hesitant, worried about causing disaster if that happens to lure her out of her hiding spot. If she's even still there. But maybe it could lure out any pursuer, too--he's still unsure of just how close this attacker might be.]
Anybody in here?
[He's hesitant, worried about causing disaster if that happens to lure her out of her hiding spot. If she's even still there. But maybe it could lure out any pursuer, too--he's still unsure of just how close this attacker might be.]

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