WHERE WERE ALL THESE PEOPLE COMING FROM?!?!? Rune’s attempt to track the blur that was her mark was all for naught, but in case she couldn’t be any more distracted, people basically jumped out of the darkness and threw themselves onto the buffet for harpies to eat their fill! One harpie snatched some old lady and they wrestled along the ditch wall, another leered over the edge. Rune was suddenly grateful for the distraction, since the extra food must be like laying out a fresh pie at Thanksgiving. Not that Rune ever ate at a real Thanksgiving unless you included Denny’s special T-Day Plate. Ummm… pie. And mashed potatoes. Gravy sloshing over the sides.. No! Focus!
So the extra people were useful in that, and Rune was able to follow the path of the one that snatched up Amy. The girl sank like a rock, though, and that bang of bone on the culvert gonged in a way that made a black-heart like Rune cringe. It was all over swiftly, and Rune was relatively unscatched except the bitch of a headache she’d have later. But it was nothing a good root beer and fries wouldn’t fix. She didn’t care if she had to mug the first civvie on the street they saw, she was getting some gawd durn French fries after this.
The old lady struggled up and hobbled toward the pipe opening, calling in for Amy. Rune did the same except she ran over, crawled on top of the thing, leaned her head over upside down and peered into the darkness.
A cold air wafted out like ancient waters were disturbed. But on those winds rode the stench of filth that made Rune yank up her skull-bandana and wish for cotton to shove up her nostrils. “AMY!” She called but only an echo answered: Amy, amy, amy.
There was buzzing and red blinky lights, and while she liked Amy, like hell was she going to go in there and poke around for a very likely dead girl… She needed a light!
Rune’s heart was in her throat, and while she wasn’t exactly afraid to delve into hell’s drain-pipe, she wasn’t suicidal either. Three harpies were obscenely dangerous. It was a wonder any of them were alive. Except Amy. Amy was probably toast.
She looked up, face all scrunched behind the skull bandana. She really diidn’t want to go in there. For one thing, it STANK, but was she really going to be able to enjoy those French fries without knowing?
Nope. Dammit.
So she flung herself down over the pipe, landing in nasty water with a splash, and slithered into the tube. The mound of the impaled harpy snagged at her feet like some kind of pirate-ship warning. Heart pounding, she labored farther until the blinky red lights were close enough to touch. Finally, beneath one of them, she found Amy.
Rune toed at the body to see if it was alive. "Pst, Amy?"
Amy didn't react. Except for the flicker of her light-up shoes flashing their little pulses. D-E-A-D. Bummer. Rune squat down to pat the body goodbye like the gesture might give her some stupid sense of closure when she heard a noise farther in the darkness. She thought she might choke on her own breath she was so frozen in place. As swiftly as she could, she padded around on Amy's body. The girl had weapons on her, and she kicked some ass out of those bitches, she hopefully she had one more.. Then she felt cold metal. Palm slipped around the grip... Rune gasped silently. Amy had BABY!
The red flicker of her shoes illuminated the ghost of a smile touching her eyes for a moment. Weapon in hand, she stood to her feet and fell short of the top of her head even coming close to the upper side of the pipe. Another noise down farther. The last harpy. Rune didn't even care that the splashes of her feet on metal gave away her approach. In fact, she started splashing louder as a tune came to her lips.
"DUUUU your boobs hang low?
Do they wobble to and fro'?
Can you tie 'em in a knot?
Can you tie 'em in a bow?"
She cocked the gun, guessing only by the sheer weight of the weapon how many rounds remained. Two. No more mags. Two would have to do it. The red flicker of Amy's shoes flashed the tube.
Dark.
Flash.
Dark.
Flash.
How far underground did this stupid pipe delve?
"Can you throw 'em over your shoulder
Like a continental soldier?"
Flash. Dark. Flash. Dark. Scraping of claws on metal. A growl...
"Duuuuu your boobs-"
She stopped.
"--hang--"
Flash.
"Low?"
And fired.
Twice.
Her eyes were likely bleeding from the noise sure to echo in her brain till she died. She didn't even hear the screams of the grandma harpy's agonizingly slow death. It had been dark, after all, and Rune aimed and fired by the light of a flashing shoe. She might have been a little lackadaisical with her aim on purpose.
She crawled over Amy and emerged from the pipe utterly deaf except for the ringing in her ears that might make her blow out her own brains if it didn't fade soon...
((OOC: Nika and Jacinda moded with permission))
So the extra people were useful in that, and Rune was able to follow the path of the one that snatched up Amy. The girl sank like a rock, though, and that bang of bone on the culvert gonged in a way that made a black-heart like Rune cringe. It was all over swiftly, and Rune was relatively unscatched except the bitch of a headache she’d have later. But it was nothing a good root beer and fries wouldn’t fix. She didn’t care if she had to mug the first civvie on the street they saw, she was getting some gawd durn French fries after this.
The old lady struggled up and hobbled toward the pipe opening, calling in for Amy. Rune did the same except she ran over, crawled on top of the thing, leaned her head over upside down and peered into the darkness.
A cold air wafted out like ancient waters were disturbed. But on those winds rode the stench of filth that made Rune yank up her skull-bandana and wish for cotton to shove up her nostrils. “AMY!” She called but only an echo answered: Amy, amy, amy.
There was buzzing and red blinky lights, and while she liked Amy, like hell was she going to go in there and poke around for a very likely dead girl… She needed a light!
Rune’s heart was in her throat, and while she wasn’t exactly afraid to delve into hell’s drain-pipe, she wasn’t suicidal either. Three harpies were obscenely dangerous. It was a wonder any of them were alive. Except Amy. Amy was probably toast.
She looked up, face all scrunched behind the skull bandana. She really diidn’t want to go in there. For one thing, it STANK, but was she really going to be able to enjoy those French fries without knowing?
Nope. Dammit.
So she flung herself down over the pipe, landing in nasty water with a splash, and slithered into the tube. The mound of the impaled harpy snagged at her feet like some kind of pirate-ship warning. Heart pounding, she labored farther until the blinky red lights were close enough to touch. Finally, beneath one of them, she found Amy.
Rune toed at the body to see if it was alive. "Pst, Amy?"
Amy didn't react. Except for the flicker of her light-up shoes flashing their little pulses. D-E-A-D. Bummer. Rune squat down to pat the body goodbye like the gesture might give her some stupid sense of closure when she heard a noise farther in the darkness. She thought she might choke on her own breath she was so frozen in place. As swiftly as she could, she padded around on Amy's body. The girl had weapons on her, and she kicked some ass out of those bitches, she hopefully she had one more.. Then she felt cold metal. Palm slipped around the grip... Rune gasped silently. Amy had BABY!
The red flicker of her shoes illuminated the ghost of a smile touching her eyes for a moment. Weapon in hand, she stood to her feet and fell short of the top of her head even coming close to the upper side of the pipe. Another noise down farther. The last harpy. Rune didn't even care that the splashes of her feet on metal gave away her approach. In fact, she started splashing louder as a tune came to her lips.
"DUUUU your boobs hang low?
Do they wobble to and fro'?
Can you tie 'em in a knot?
Can you tie 'em in a bow?"
She cocked the gun, guessing only by the sheer weight of the weapon how many rounds remained. Two. No more mags. Two would have to do it. The red flicker of Amy's shoes flashed the tube.
Dark.
Flash.
Dark.
Flash.
How far underground did this stupid pipe delve?
"Can you throw 'em over your shoulder
Like a continental soldier?"
Flash. Dark. Flash. Dark. Scraping of claws on metal. A growl...
"Duuuuu your boobs-"
She stopped.
"--hang--"
Flash.
"Low?"
And fired.
Twice.
Her eyes were likely bleeding from the noise sure to echo in her brain till she died. She didn't even hear the screams of the grandma harpy's agonizingly slow death. It had been dark, after all, and Rune aimed and fired by the light of a flashing shoe. She might have been a little lackadaisical with her aim on purpose.
She crawled over Amy and emerged from the pipe utterly deaf except for the ringing in her ears that might make her blow out her own brains if it didn't fade soon...
((OOC: Nika and Jacinda moded with permission))