06-18-2016, 12:31 PM
Goddammit.
Abner held his palm upwards, but the Omnilium would not emerge from his skin. All of that damn work getting the power to use it, just to have it taken from him so quickly. Yet, in this massive shit show, that was merely the icing on the cake.
With his power to summon objects robbed from him, he instead had to dig a cigarette out from one of his vest’s numerous storage pouches. He wasted no time lighting and inhaling from it as he began to make his way over to the wreckage. Others were already at work with salvage and tending to survivors, and he figured he’d best put himself to use, as well. Besides, he might as well see what absurd cast of characters he’d been blessed with this time.
He paused as he looked around. He saw absolutely no sign of Christa anywhere amongst the small crowd. That didn’t mean she was dead, or alive, necessarily. It was certainly his luck that the one reason he’d set foot on that aircraft would end up completely missing. But then, so was about half of the plane and plenty of other occupants. This just kept getting better and better.
His eyes narrowed as they locked onto a Syntech employee milling about. He’d get some answers from that asshole in just a minute. In the meantime, he wordlessly walked by the gathering cowd, entering the destroyed fuselage. He had something extremely important to do before he could begin to be sociable. Not much had survived inside, and a few fires were still lit. The complex and extravagant design of the aircraft just made its wreckage a nightmare. Fortunately, the ruined bar was not too difficult to reach.
What a joke. That son of a bitch could literally shape a universe to his will and liking, but making one single, goddamn aircraft that stayed in the air was too much to ask? Abner found himself seething in rage and frustration as he looted a few personal essentials from behind the destroyed entertainment area. He stuffed a few cigars into his bulletproof vest, and a couple of filled flasks into the cargo pockets on his BDU pants. Just as he started to leave, he spotted some smoked jerky, so he grabbed a few handfuls and shoved them into a bag, and then the bag went into his pouch. After all, having some actual sustenance wouldn’t hurt, either.
He took another deep breath of frustration, and looked around the room. There was no sign of anyone else in this cabin, so he turned and went back outside. Now that he had enough tobacco and alcohol to keep himself moving, he’d see what he could do about the others. Whether he liked it or not, this was a team now.
As soon as his boots hit the sand once again, Abner tossed the used up cigarette to the side. Declining to utilize the cigars right away, he pulled out his tin of chewing tobacco, and hit it a few times to pack the dip. He then opened it and put a pinch in his mouth, watching as a robotic man quietly toured the area, save for a few bits of muttering. Abner could relate. The stoic machine seemed to be scanning the area, and Abner matched his silence as he looked around for the Syntech employee he’d seen earlier. They needed to exchange a few words.
Abner held his palm upwards, but the Omnilium would not emerge from his skin. All of that damn work getting the power to use it, just to have it taken from him so quickly. Yet, in this massive shit show, that was merely the icing on the cake.
With his power to summon objects robbed from him, he instead had to dig a cigarette out from one of his vest’s numerous storage pouches. He wasted no time lighting and inhaling from it as he began to make his way over to the wreckage. Others were already at work with salvage and tending to survivors, and he figured he’d best put himself to use, as well. Besides, he might as well see what absurd cast of characters he’d been blessed with this time.
He paused as he looked around. He saw absolutely no sign of Christa anywhere amongst the small crowd. That didn’t mean she was dead, or alive, necessarily. It was certainly his luck that the one reason he’d set foot on that aircraft would end up completely missing. But then, so was about half of the plane and plenty of other occupants. This just kept getting better and better.
His eyes narrowed as they locked onto a Syntech employee milling about. He’d get some answers from that asshole in just a minute. In the meantime, he wordlessly walked by the gathering cowd, entering the destroyed fuselage. He had something extremely important to do before he could begin to be sociable. Not much had survived inside, and a few fires were still lit. The complex and extravagant design of the aircraft just made its wreckage a nightmare. Fortunately, the ruined bar was not too difficult to reach.
What a joke. That son of a bitch could literally shape a universe to his will and liking, but making one single, goddamn aircraft that stayed in the air was too much to ask? Abner found himself seething in rage and frustration as he looted a few personal essentials from behind the destroyed entertainment area. He stuffed a few cigars into his bulletproof vest, and a couple of filled flasks into the cargo pockets on his BDU pants. Just as he started to leave, he spotted some smoked jerky, so he grabbed a few handfuls and shoved them into a bag, and then the bag went into his pouch. After all, having some actual sustenance wouldn’t hurt, either.
He took another deep breath of frustration, and looked around the room. There was no sign of anyone else in this cabin, so he turned and went back outside. Now that he had enough tobacco and alcohol to keep himself moving, he’d see what he could do about the others. Whether he liked it or not, this was a team now.
As soon as his boots hit the sand once again, Abner tossed the used up cigarette to the side. Declining to utilize the cigars right away, he pulled out his tin of chewing tobacco, and hit it a few times to pack the dip. He then opened it and put a pinch in his mouth, watching as a robotic man quietly toured the area, save for a few bits of muttering. Abner could relate. The stoic machine seemed to be scanning the area, and Abner matched his silence as he looked around for the Syntech employee he’d seen earlier. They needed to exchange a few words.