06-29-2017, 01:13 PM
...and landed on the next building. I flexed my legs. They still worked fairly well, at least. Maybe a slight amount of fatigue. But nothing I wasn't used to. I hopped between the buildings, staying hidden. I took more care than I did prior to losing my stuff. Sleep was for the weak anyway. Invisibility didn't help me last time. But I was careless. I'd foolishly felt that such an outlook was required. But after my short brooding rest, I reconsidered. Staying alone could be good. Everyone else would have to eventually betray their partners. And as tensions rose, some would end up doing so sooner rather than later. People can't stab you in the back if you never let anyone stand with you, after all.
I squinted. There was someone I recognised. Good old Black. The guy that broke my arm even more after I broke it myself. What a lad, helping me out with my self-harming. Such assistance deserved a reward. It would be stupid to fight the guy. Really stupid. But tired people made dumb decisions and this guy probably had loot. Or maybe he didn't. He could have been as down on his luck as I was.
Did I really want to do this? Not really.
Was it a good idea? No.
Was it a good use of my time? No.
Could I conceive of any reason for doing this? There was a very slim chance he might have something I want. And neither of us were in the best condition.
My tired and purposely irrational brain made the choice for me, as I sprinted forwards under the guise of my stealth. Footstep after footstep placed me closer the hulking guy and his strange idea of aesthetic. This was definitely a dumb idea, but I felt some strange compulsion to please the audience somewhat. In my recklessness, I managed to overtake him. He was too focused on running to notice me, and I'd timed my steps with his. Speaking, I opened my mouth. "Oi! Black. Gimme your shit or I'll beat it outta ya'. Or you can just fuck off over there." I halted in front of him, and he reflexively skidded to a halt. I had my sword held in my good hand and pointing behind him.
I squinted. There was someone I recognised. Good old Black. The guy that broke my arm even more after I broke it myself. What a lad, helping me out with my self-harming. Such assistance deserved a reward. It would be stupid to fight the guy. Really stupid. But tired people made dumb decisions and this guy probably had loot. Or maybe he didn't. He could have been as down on his luck as I was.
Did I really want to do this? Not really.
Was it a good idea? No.
Was it a good use of my time? No.
Could I conceive of any reason for doing this? There was a very slim chance he might have something I want. And neither of us were in the best condition.
My tired and purposely irrational brain made the choice for me, as I sprinted forwards under the guise of my stealth. Footstep after footstep placed me closer the hulking guy and his strange idea of aesthetic. This was definitely a dumb idea, but I felt some strange compulsion to please the audience somewhat. In my recklessness, I managed to overtake him. He was too focused on running to notice me, and I'd timed my steps with his. Speaking, I opened my mouth. "Oi! Black. Gimme your shit or I'll beat it outta ya'. Or you can just fuck off over there." I halted in front of him, and he reflexively skidded to a halt. I had my sword held in my good hand and pointing behind him.
Quote:Dane Regan is CHALLENGING Batman. He won't attack if Batman gives him some items and moves in the direction away from the item drop. I don't know if Batman actually has anything, but I just wanted to do a thing and make the chatbox be all like "whoooah. Dane did a thing". But they probably won't notice because they're all mean bullies.