09-22-2014, 09:42 PM
Harry shook his head as he walked away, reciting multiplication tables in his head. Winter had gotten a lot more of a hold on him than usual. Just because he hadn't been in contact with any Winterfae was no reason to let his guard down. He needed to keep a better handle on his emotions. Still, it had been useful when he'd scared that mercenary into telling him about that Orgosynth thing. The wizard turned down the streets he'd been pointed towards, slowly getting farther and farther from the stairs up. He made sure to remember where he was going, but he kept his pace steady and swift, not giving people time to get around him like those two thugs had.
Sure enough, the thick air got thicker with the smell of trash and decay, and he found himself standing outside a rather impressive dump. Most of the detritus there seemed to be the broken remains of various Star Wars props, only with more detail than he'd ever seen in the movies. The fact that he was standing in Coruscant made him wonder if this was actual decommissioned Empire weaponry. All things told, it wouldn't even surprise him that much. He walked up to the fence around the place and pulled out his blasting rod, incinerating a hole in the wire with a muttered "Fuego" and chilling it with a wave of his staff and a statement of "Infriga".
As he stepped through, he was met with a feral snarl. He cast his eyes around for the source, but he was knocked over by a crazed-looking man, clothed in nothing but rags, that burst forth from within a pile of rubble. The man tackled him like a ghoul would, and Harry reacted the same, getting his spell-laced duster between the man's hands and Harry's own face by crossing his arms. The last time he'd been tackled like this, he'd had help.
This time, he had Winter.
The Mantle snarled and Harry twisted, coming out of his guard to slug the feral man in the face. Talonlike nails raked Harry's face, but bones cracked in the feral man's, and Harry freed himself when his assailant recoiled in pain. The Winter Knight took the offensive, delivering a bone-snapping kick to the man's left knee, popping it out of socket and way out of place, where it could be seen against the skin. Harry stood, ignoring the man's anguished screams of pain. A small red organism detached itself from the feral man's back, and the screaming intensified. The little blob of red wriggled back into the rubbish heap, and Harry snarled at it. He'd found something like the Orgosynth, but a lot smaller than the mercenary had described it. Like a child version of the organism.
Great.
The damned things could breed.
Sure enough, the thick air got thicker with the smell of trash and decay, and he found himself standing outside a rather impressive dump. Most of the detritus there seemed to be the broken remains of various Star Wars props, only with more detail than he'd ever seen in the movies. The fact that he was standing in Coruscant made him wonder if this was actual decommissioned Empire weaponry. All things told, it wouldn't even surprise him that much. He walked up to the fence around the place and pulled out his blasting rod, incinerating a hole in the wire with a muttered "Fuego" and chilling it with a wave of his staff and a statement of "Infriga".
As he stepped through, he was met with a feral snarl. He cast his eyes around for the source, but he was knocked over by a crazed-looking man, clothed in nothing but rags, that burst forth from within a pile of rubble. The man tackled him like a ghoul would, and Harry reacted the same, getting his spell-laced duster between the man's hands and Harry's own face by crossing his arms. The last time he'd been tackled like this, he'd had help.
This time, he had Winter.
The Mantle snarled and Harry twisted, coming out of his guard to slug the feral man in the face. Talonlike nails raked Harry's face, but bones cracked in the feral man's, and Harry freed himself when his assailant recoiled in pain. The Winter Knight took the offensive, delivering a bone-snapping kick to the man's left knee, popping it out of socket and way out of place, where it could be seen against the skin. Harry stood, ignoring the man's anguished screams of pain. A small red organism detached itself from the feral man's back, and the screaming intensified. The little blob of red wriggled back into the rubbish heap, and Harry snarled at it. He'd found something like the Orgosynth, but a lot smaller than the mercenary had described it. Like a child version of the organism.
Great.
The damned things could breed.
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