06-23-2017, 08:29 PM
Waking up in a different place than he he remembered is starting to become a common theme. The magic transportation was almost common since his arrival in the Omniverse and, at this point, was becoming quite convenient. The swordsman rolled to his feet and stretched. The rest was welcomed, but he quickly realized the pain in his shoulder - and a grunt was his outward response. Inwardly, he was unleashing a flurry of curses at Deadpool and Jak for their use of firearms.
There was no use just laying around, so he plucked that odd glass slate from his backpack and tapped awkwardly at the screne. It took a moment of fumbling, but eventually it came on. Tap. Tap. Tap. Errg... Wrong thing. Tap. Tap. Tap. "Damnit." Finally, he came to what he was looking for; the drops. Oh look, one was appearing right near him in just a few hours. All he had to do was step outside and take a look. A smirk formed as he realized just how many people were going to be here as well. He had yet to gain an item...
Takezo took a moment. He had a few hours to kill, so he ripped into one of the rations. The fight with Deadpool and Dark Jak had really taken it out of him. A few times his shoulder pained him, but it was nothing he had not experienced before. The bullet was at least not jutting out of his chest like an arrow would be, and it had hit the hollow above his heard and next to his shoulder cuff, meaning though it hurt like a bitch, he could at least move it. Maybe not fully effectively, but he was right-handed.
There were a few other people here, including Jak and Deadpool apparently. He grunted at them and the mutilated-faced man's offer of pathetic strips of meat before he headed towards the door. The time spent in this Safe House should reset his collar so he could go out and about without worry of detonation. The expanse of city around him was familiar and annoying. The mountain-like buildings were more than a bit unsettling, especially surrounded by such thick fog.
Nevertheless, the swordsman rested his bum left hand on the scabbard of his weapon, his right itched to reach across his torso to unleash the beast once again. Without provocation a smirk had formed upon his lips. He was eager to fight. So much blood had been shed, the swordsman was practically swathed in drying crimson, indigo and black ichor from his various foes.
There was no use just laying around, so he plucked that odd glass slate from his backpack and tapped awkwardly at the screne. It took a moment of fumbling, but eventually it came on. Tap. Tap. Tap. Errg... Wrong thing. Tap. Tap. Tap. "Damnit." Finally, he came to what he was looking for; the drops. Oh look, one was appearing right near him in just a few hours. All he had to do was step outside and take a look. A smirk formed as he realized just how many people were going to be here as well. He had yet to gain an item...
Takezo took a moment. He had a few hours to kill, so he ripped into one of the rations. The fight with Deadpool and Dark Jak had really taken it out of him. A few times his shoulder pained him, but it was nothing he had not experienced before. The bullet was at least not jutting out of his chest like an arrow would be, and it had hit the hollow above his heard and next to his shoulder cuff, meaning though it hurt like a bitch, he could at least move it. Maybe not fully effectively, but he was right-handed.
There were a few other people here, including Jak and Deadpool apparently. He grunted at them and the mutilated-faced man's offer of pathetic strips of meat before he headed towards the door. The time spent in this Safe House should reset his collar so he could go out and about without worry of detonation. The expanse of city around him was familiar and annoying. The mountain-like buildings were more than a bit unsettling, especially surrounded by such thick fog.
Nevertheless, the swordsman rested his bum left hand on the scabbard of his weapon, his right itched to reach across his torso to unleash the beast once again. Without provocation a smirk had formed upon his lips. He was eager to fight. So much blood had been shed, the swordsman was practically swathed in drying crimson, indigo and black ichor from his various foes.
Quote:Moving from SHC to C21, waiting for the Item Drop.