gwenpool
she deserved better
"Again, I'm all here for calling a truce at any time!" Zadruch shouted sincerely, "whoa!" He gasped, jumping back as he saw the alligator jump such an incredible height. He knew some of Earth's biology, enough to know this wasn't normal. I'd best try to avoid whatever it has planned. He jumped upwards, puffs of magical energy bringing him even higher, with his plan to go back into the glide, out of reach from the beast's attack, but it was faster than him. It threw itself straight at Zadruch, who flew back, instinctively trying to tug it away from him. "Fuck!" He cried out. This was going to leave a mark -- he didn't know if his invincibility still worked in this world, cut off from the Light, so he wasn't going to find out the fun way -- he couldn't risk it. He felt his mystical, smoky skin tear in a multitude of areas -- he was well versed in pain enough to be able to ignore the brunt of shock, but he couldn't help but scream in agony. In a quick moment of aggression, he alit his hands with his solar energy. Touching someone with his Solar power would burn them, sometimes explode them. He had no idea what'd it would do to this thing, but he put one of his hands on its shoulder. Time to find out.
"No!" Garrus shouted and struggled with all his anger-fueled and panicked strength, but he couldn't do shit against this man enough to stop the scene from unfolding. "Gods.....no..." He muttered shakily and quietly, only able to look his friend in the eyes for a moment before looking away and closing his eyes -- and that was when he heard the trigger. Before Garrus could think, he was thrown against the wall with considerable strength. His thick military armor took most of the blow off him, but the force caused him to drop the gun, and it skidded across the floor a few feet. "Bastard!" The turian shouted, standing up and going for the gun which now laid in a straight line to Rorke, so Garrus locked his beady blue eyes onto this monster, "I'll kill you for that, you son of a bitch!"
"Hm..." The Matriarch examined the creature with a blank expression, listening intently to the blasting sound of the powerful, robotic man. When he mentioned Taskforce, her eyes alit, and she moved toward the machinery that controlled it. "Strange..." She said, deep in thought as she examined it, "I never told anyone this, but I was originally with the Taskforce for some short period of time, under the false identity Morinth." Morinth. Strange, how when the large, midnight-colored dragon who saw her as a friend asked her name, the first thing the Asari warrior thought to give was that. The name of her daughter, now gone. "This....doesn't seem right," Samara concluded, standing up after momentarily kneeling to examine the piece with her hands, "it's too soon for Taskforce to launch an attack on Utopia, especially only with one creature, albeit a powerful one by the sound of it. I do not know what this means, but I will meditate on this." She bowed to them both.
"Er...yes...glad you're enjoying yourself..." Basilio said, staring at nothing with large, confused and very drained eyes. He still had no damn clue what just happened, but he did know he'd be very, very bruised tomorrow. Maybe he could ask Silque for a quick fix. "I....I need something strong.... Very.... Very strong," he alluded his mate the bartender, back within earshot.
"I am not a grunt," Beruka seethed quietly, "I am Beruka. I don't know what exact information you think I'm capable of giving you, but there is no way home. I only care about my mission. I don't care if it's one here, or back in Nohr." Her mission. Yes... She has spent too much time away from it -- this prisonbreak was just a distraction for her. Dawdle too long and she would lose the trail. "I do not understand what you mean by these things," she says, momentarily meeting his gaze with...somewhat less of a cold stare, "but I need to complete my mission, and you want this... Information, you speak of. Join the Taskforce, accompany me on my mission, and I will steal you any and whatever documents it is you seek." She didn't see it as particularly hard. Thievery seemed like nothing compared to assassinations, something she did on a frequent basis. Finding these papers of information he spoke of, if that's all he wanted, meant a contract she could fill. And she had access to most of the Taskforce facilities and what lay inside. Simple.
Korra post (and possibly Blink idfk) to be made next time I'm on my mac
"No!" Garrus shouted and struggled with all his anger-fueled and panicked strength, but he couldn't do shit against this man enough to stop the scene from unfolding. "Gods.....no..." He muttered shakily and quietly, only able to look his friend in the eyes for a moment before looking away and closing his eyes -- and that was when he heard the trigger. Before Garrus could think, he was thrown against the wall with considerable strength. His thick military armor took most of the blow off him, but the force caused him to drop the gun, and it skidded across the floor a few feet. "Bastard!" The turian shouted, standing up and going for the gun which now laid in a straight line to Rorke, so Garrus locked his beady blue eyes onto this monster, "I'll kill you for that, you son of a bitch!"
"Hm..." The Matriarch examined the creature with a blank expression, listening intently to the blasting sound of the powerful, robotic man. When he mentioned Taskforce, her eyes alit, and she moved toward the machinery that controlled it. "Strange..." She said, deep in thought as she examined it, "I never told anyone this, but I was originally with the Taskforce for some short period of time, under the false identity Morinth." Morinth. Strange, how when the large, midnight-colored dragon who saw her as a friend asked her name, the first thing the Asari warrior thought to give was that. The name of her daughter, now gone. "This....doesn't seem right," Samara concluded, standing up after momentarily kneeling to examine the piece with her hands, "it's too soon for Taskforce to launch an attack on Utopia, especially only with one creature, albeit a powerful one by the sound of it. I do not know what this means, but I will meditate on this." She bowed to them both.
"Er...yes...glad you're enjoying yourself..." Basilio said, staring at nothing with large, confused and very drained eyes. He still had no damn clue what just happened, but he did know he'd be very, very bruised tomorrow. Maybe he could ask Silque for a quick fix. "I....I need something strong.... Very.... Very strong," he alluded his mate the bartender, back within earshot.
"I am not a grunt," Beruka seethed quietly, "I am Beruka. I don't know what exact information you think I'm capable of giving you, but there is no way home. I only care about my mission. I don't care if it's one here, or back in Nohr." Her mission. Yes... She has spent too much time away from it -- this prisonbreak was just a distraction for her. Dawdle too long and she would lose the trail. "I do not understand what you mean by these things," she says, momentarily meeting his gaze with...somewhat less of a cold stare, "but I need to complete my mission, and you want this... Information, you speak of. Join the Taskforce, accompany me on my mission, and I will steal you any and whatever documents it is you seek." She didn't see it as particularly hard. Thievery seemed like nothing compared to assassinations, something she did on a frequent basis. Finding these papers of information he spoke of, if that's all he wanted, meant a contract she could fill. And she had access to most of the Taskforce facilities and what lay inside. Simple.
Korra post (and possibly Blink idfk) to be made next time I'm on my mac
