01-22-2016, 02:55 AM
A disturbance.
There is a disturbance in the force.
A faygo-scented disturbance.
Fuck.
One eye twitching, Adam does his best to entirely tune out the feeling of impending troll, and focus on the scene before him. He barely resists the urge to scream at the massive amounts of shit on display, of the bull variety. The bitch had taken a shot straight to the head. He could see it from here. Why was she not dead. For fuck's sake he hated this place. "This place is really beginning to irk me. Like seriously."
"NAK."
"You and me both."
"Well, let's keep up with the—"
Kr-CRANG
"FUCK HIT THE DECK WE GOT SHOTS FIRED!"
Adam was out of the insane spider-vehicle contraption and on the blank white ground of the Nexus in record time. A smoking hole had been torn through the plating not an inch from where he'd just been sitting. If he hadn't turned to talk with his small crocodilian companion, he'd be sporting the latest from Bullet Wound Monthly.
"I will never complain about your presence again, for at least the next week, my small reptilian friend."
There was no familiar, answering NAK this time. It immediately struck Adam as odd, and so many red flags were raised he couldn't count. Either the little guy was having a completely out of the ordinary moment of common sense and staying quiet, he had pulled one of his inexplicable fucking interdimensional hop random ass disappearances....or something else entirely.
His senses now alert for danger, warning bells went off in Adam's head. He hopped up, vaulted over the spider-abomination-vehicle, and turned around, sending one, then two shots of laser fire streaking off into the whiteness. A counter shot blasted by, another smoking hole punched neatly in the side of the vehicle. "Some son of a bitch just signed his death warrant. Shooting at me when I have a NONCOMBATANT IN THE FUCKING VEHICLE."
An awkward sort of....sideways flip thing out of the vehicle took him out of the path of another shot. "Forms signed in triplicate and filed, you fuck." And then he was off. In a bizarre fucking loopty-loop. making himself the most obnoxious target possible. Fire another shot again. I dare you. Just let me get a bead on where you are. His request was answered, and the 'ground' before him belched a cloud of fire and dust, and Adam lost his orientation and said hello to said ground in the most violent manner possible. "FUCK, ARE YOU SHITTING ME?! EXPLOSIVE ROUNDS, YOU FUCK?!"
Almost as if quite literally in answer, a second blast went off, straight in front of Adam....and sent him skidding across the ground. Airburst rounds...this fuck is packing some serious hardware. Gonna need to put a stop to that straight away. Another warning from his finely-tuned Time senses sent him into a leap straight up, and this time he heard it: the faint, but unmistakable report of a gunshot; and a large one. "Got you now." His entire body flickered and he was just gone, back at ground level and off like a rocket toward the source of the previous gunshot. Get in close and stop him from firing. The sound of that rifle made it pretty clear; that thing probably kicked like a mule, or had enough support and shock absorbers in it that it would be even more unwieldy and useless up close than his own rifle.
And that's precisely what he was counting on.
Another shot came in, from an entirely unexpected angle, and it caught Adam full in the side. It knocked him out of the air. He hit the ground face first, and went bouncing and flopping along until he came to a stop, a trail of bright red blood in his wake.
From its place on his back, held there by strange and mysterious forces, the speakers in Adam's laptop crackled to life, "Slippery little bastard...but finally got ya." He didn't recognize the voice, but somehow it just pissed him off. Probably this douche shooting at him. Fuckin' hackers. "Be a good boy and stay put; go see that little lizard you hang out with."
Little....lizard. Oh, no. No way. Oh hell no.
"Dude....you tellin' me...you shot my crocodile?"
"If you can really call that thing a crocodile, you're damn righ—"
"You're dead."
Anything further was immediately blocked out by a garbled mess of static as Time around Adam tore itself a new one all across its collective iterations. One moment there was Adam, laying there, bleeding horrendously from a wound in his side. Next there was only some kind of eerily-glowing, vaguely Adam-shaped silhouette. And it radiated pure hate.
The distance between 'Adam' and the last gunshot was crossed in the blink of an eye, and nothing was there. But another gunshot rang out, and met only empty air. Adam was a dozen meters above where he'd been, staring down. Right at the shooter. The bemohawked fuck stared right back at him with his one eye. A good couple hundred meters apart, more than enough to make the difference in normal circumstances, given the firepower they were both packing. "One more shot," Adam said calmly. "Make it count."
"Threatening me, you little freak?" The sneer on his face was obvious from his voice. "Get real."
There was a flicker of red and suddenly Adam was much closer, and moving at an incredible pace toward the sniper, lightsaber in hand. "Then no more shots." The one good eye of Captain Harold Ranger went wide, and he kicked back into a combat roll, the crimson arc of the saber whirring by right over his head, and relieving him of several spikes of his mohawk.
And Adam's blank, glowing-eyed face just stared at him. "I had one friend here. That I brought here. And now I have none. You have one life. That you probably would like to keep. You don't get to."
There is a disturbance in the force.
A faygo-scented disturbance.
Fuck.
One eye twitching, Adam does his best to entirely tune out the feeling of impending troll, and focus on the scene before him. He barely resists the urge to scream at the massive amounts of shit on display, of the bull variety. The bitch had taken a shot straight to the head. He could see it from here. Why was she not dead. For fuck's sake he hated this place. "This place is really beginning to irk me. Like seriously."
"NAK."
"You and me both."
"Well, let's keep up with the—"
Kr-CRANG
"FUCK HIT THE DECK WE GOT SHOTS FIRED!"
Adam was out of the insane spider-vehicle contraption and on the blank white ground of the Nexus in record time. A smoking hole had been torn through the plating not an inch from where he'd just been sitting. If he hadn't turned to talk with his small crocodilian companion, he'd be sporting the latest from Bullet Wound Monthly.
"I will never complain about your presence again, for at least the next week, my small reptilian friend."
There was no familiar, answering NAK this time. It immediately struck Adam as odd, and so many red flags were raised he couldn't count. Either the little guy was having a completely out of the ordinary moment of common sense and staying quiet, he had pulled one of his inexplicable fucking interdimensional hop random ass disappearances....or something else entirely.
His senses now alert for danger, warning bells went off in Adam's head. He hopped up, vaulted over the spider-abomination-vehicle, and turned around, sending one, then two shots of laser fire streaking off into the whiteness. A counter shot blasted by, another smoking hole punched neatly in the side of the vehicle. "Some son of a bitch just signed his death warrant. Shooting at me when I have a NONCOMBATANT IN THE FUCKING VEHICLE."
An awkward sort of....sideways flip thing out of the vehicle took him out of the path of another shot. "Forms signed in triplicate and filed, you fuck." And then he was off. In a bizarre fucking loopty-loop. making himself the most obnoxious target possible. Fire another shot again. I dare you. Just let me get a bead on where you are. His request was answered, and the 'ground' before him belched a cloud of fire and dust, and Adam lost his orientation and said hello to said ground in the most violent manner possible. "FUCK, ARE YOU SHITTING ME?! EXPLOSIVE ROUNDS, YOU FUCK?!"
Almost as if quite literally in answer, a second blast went off, straight in front of Adam....and sent him skidding across the ground. Airburst rounds...this fuck is packing some serious hardware. Gonna need to put a stop to that straight away. Another warning from his finely-tuned Time senses sent him into a leap straight up, and this time he heard it: the faint, but unmistakable report of a gunshot; and a large one. "Got you now." His entire body flickered and he was just gone, back at ground level and off like a rocket toward the source of the previous gunshot. Get in close and stop him from firing. The sound of that rifle made it pretty clear; that thing probably kicked like a mule, or had enough support and shock absorbers in it that it would be even more unwieldy and useless up close than his own rifle.
And that's precisely what he was counting on.
Another shot came in, from an entirely unexpected angle, and it caught Adam full in the side. It knocked him out of the air. He hit the ground face first, and went bouncing and flopping along until he came to a stop, a trail of bright red blood in his wake.
From its place on his back, held there by strange and mysterious forces, the speakers in Adam's laptop crackled to life, "Slippery little bastard...but finally got ya." He didn't recognize the voice, but somehow it just pissed him off. Probably this douche shooting at him. Fuckin' hackers. "Be a good boy and stay put; go see that little lizard you hang out with."
Little....lizard. Oh, no. No way. Oh hell no.
"Dude....you tellin' me...you shot my crocodile?"
"If you can really call that thing a crocodile, you're damn righ—"
"You're dead."
Anything further was immediately blocked out by a garbled mess of static as Time around Adam tore itself a new one all across its collective iterations. One moment there was Adam, laying there, bleeding horrendously from a wound in his side. Next there was only some kind of eerily-glowing, vaguely Adam-shaped silhouette. And it radiated pure hate.
The distance between 'Adam' and the last gunshot was crossed in the blink of an eye, and nothing was there. But another gunshot rang out, and met only empty air. Adam was a dozen meters above where he'd been, staring down. Right at the shooter. The bemohawked fuck stared right back at him with his one eye. A good couple hundred meters apart, more than enough to make the difference in normal circumstances, given the firepower they were both packing. "One more shot," Adam said calmly. "Make it count."
"Threatening me, you little freak?" The sneer on his face was obvious from his voice. "Get real."
There was a flicker of red and suddenly Adam was much closer, and moving at an incredible pace toward the sniper, lightsaber in hand. "Then no more shots." The one good eye of Captain Harold Ranger went wide, and he kicked back into a combat roll, the crimson arc of the saber whirring by right over his head, and relieving him of several spikes of his mohawk.
And Adam's blank, glowing-eyed face just stared at him. "I had one friend here. That I brought here. And now I have none. You have one life. That you probably would like to keep. You don't get to."
Quote:Adam used Tier 2 Power Up: Shadow in Time. 3/5 SP remaining. :psy:
ATK: 7
DEF: 1
SPD: 7
TEC: 7
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