09-19-2014, 09:53 AM
Well, maybe it wasn't as supernaturally active as Undertown, Harry mused as he finally descended enough stairs to reach the bottom. It was still... well, seedy wasn't really the word for it. Seeds imply eventual regrowth. This place had looked at the apocalypse and told it that it wasn't hardcore enough to show its face around these parts. There weren't many people around, and all of the people that were present were more than a little disturbed-looking. Samus hadn't had much in the way of a description; armored like her, red visor, silver armor. That would stand out down here, but Tier 7 was pretty crowded. Spotting any one thing in the smog and cramped quarters would be tricky.
The wizard walked forward, away from the stairwell and into the sickening air of Tier 7. He held his staff in his right hand, like a walking stick. He was obviously out of place here, not just because of his Chicago-an coat and jeans, but also because he actually had good-quality clothing, something that was a rarity here. He realized that he made an excellent target like that, but there wasn't much to be done about that. Besides, Harry, he thought to himself, if you get attacked, that solves the problem of finding the guy.
As it turned out, there were more forces out there than the one Harry wanted to find and catch. He picked up a tail within the first two minutes of walking, and within the next three minutes that tail had been joined by two more. They weren't exactly subtle, but they knew what they were doing when it came to penning someone. The second the street narrowed, they showed themselves in earnest, blocking the wizard's path on both sides.
"You ain't from here," one of the men said. He was pointing an honest-to-goodness Han Solo-type laser pistol at Harry's chest. "You look like another bounty hunter. Here looking for the orgosynth?" Harry tilted his head to the side, curious. "Orgosynth? I'm just looking for someone. Silver-grey armor, red visor, one claw and one arm that looks like a really big gun." The thug laughed sardonically. "Everyone here's looking for the orgosynth. No point lying. I'll give you credit, it's a pretty good lie, but we're going to find the orgosynth first. You'll be too busy being dead."
A threat. And not a very good one, either, but maybe it was just because Harry was used to dealing with fear on the level of naagloshi and Fallen angels and Faerie Queens, and not lowly armed gunmen. The Winter in him snarled at the insult that these goons offered, thinking they could handle him. He swept his staff forward, the temperature dropping slightly as he hurled Winter through the implement, causing a bank of fog to form around laser-thug. "Infriga!" The fog hung for a short time before flash-freezing into a block of ice, holding the gunman like Han Solo in Carbonite.
He kept the staff extended, preparing another spell hot on the heels of the first. "Forzare!" A burst of force shot out from the end of the staff, shoving the ice block, hard. It slid down the street a good distance, completely upright but spinning wildly. Pedestrians scrambled out of its way, and it shattered against the front of a business, leaving one disoriented street thug shivering out of fear and cold, completely unsure where he'd been sent.
Harry turned to the other thug, Winter making his features hard. "So, what exactly is an 'orgosynth'? If everyone's looking for it, good chance my quarry is, too. Seems like an excellent trap."
The wizard walked forward, away from the stairwell and into the sickening air of Tier 7. He held his staff in his right hand, like a walking stick. He was obviously out of place here, not just because of his Chicago-an coat and jeans, but also because he actually had good-quality clothing, something that was a rarity here. He realized that he made an excellent target like that, but there wasn't much to be done about that. Besides, Harry, he thought to himself, if you get attacked, that solves the problem of finding the guy.
As it turned out, there were more forces out there than the one Harry wanted to find and catch. He picked up a tail within the first two minutes of walking, and within the next three minutes that tail had been joined by two more. They weren't exactly subtle, but they knew what they were doing when it came to penning someone. The second the street narrowed, they showed themselves in earnest, blocking the wizard's path on both sides.
"You ain't from here," one of the men said. He was pointing an honest-to-goodness Han Solo-type laser pistol at Harry's chest. "You look like another bounty hunter. Here looking for the orgosynth?" Harry tilted his head to the side, curious. "Orgosynth? I'm just looking for someone. Silver-grey armor, red visor, one claw and one arm that looks like a really big gun." The thug laughed sardonically. "Everyone here's looking for the orgosynth. No point lying. I'll give you credit, it's a pretty good lie, but we're going to find the orgosynth first. You'll be too busy being dead."
A threat. And not a very good one, either, but maybe it was just because Harry was used to dealing with fear on the level of naagloshi and Fallen angels and Faerie Queens, and not lowly armed gunmen. The Winter in him snarled at the insult that these goons offered, thinking they could handle him. He swept his staff forward, the temperature dropping slightly as he hurled Winter through the implement, causing a bank of fog to form around laser-thug. "Infriga!" The fog hung for a short time before flash-freezing into a block of ice, holding the gunman like Han Solo in Carbonite.
He kept the staff extended, preparing another spell hot on the heels of the first. "Forzare!" A burst of force shot out from the end of the staff, shoving the ice block, hard. It slid down the street a good distance, completely upright but spinning wildly. Pedestrians scrambled out of its way, and it shattered against the front of a business, leaving one disoriented street thug shivering out of fear and cold, completely unsure where he'd been sent.
Harry turned to the other thug, Winter making his features hard. "So, what exactly is an 'orgosynth'? If everyone's looking for it, good chance my quarry is, too. Seems like an excellent trap."
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