Thread: //.ghost/ECHO::Murphy_Was_Right:// [ClockworkCadence x Ryees]

RE .ghostECHOMurphyWasRight If youre alive and youd like to stay that way, get up. That voice was pretty. Calming, somehow, a darkness to it that reminded him of his own outlook and his own methodology. If youre alive and youd like to stay that way, get up. But why so loud? Why did it echo like a church bell? Ifyourealiveandyoudliketostaythatwaygetup. Calm down, mysterious voice. You need not be so thunderously pounding. IfyourealiveaveandyoudlindyoudliketostaythatwaygetupIfyourealiostaythaveandyoudlikettwaurealiketostayygetupIfyothatwaygetup. Heave! Nothing. Ho! Nothing. Up, damn, you, up. Oh. No wonder. Trying to heave his body aside with his left arm had been a surprisingly difficult feat, and it was only after consciousness had come to Kirin for many seconds that he realized it was simply the case that that arm did not work. In the grand scheme of things, that was fine he still had feeling in it, which means it was mostly if not wholly muscular damage, with little to no nerve involvement. Silver lining found, he flexed his other arm. No resistance. Good, then. Let's the fuck up outta here. Growl . Oh come ON! First, Mrs. Attano shows up in my bedroom, now I'm stuck with Fido and his posse. He cast his eyes around, threat assessment his goal. He balked, though, when he saw a female figure standing near him. It was not the figure that registered to him, but the knife she heldthe knife very recently held by his interior musculature, in fact, and a knife that he would recognize on sight for the rest of his life. Will you just go away? Please? He paused. His threat assessment finally kicked in. Four .WRAITHS , one pack. Likely at least mildly coordinated. Bear, shark, feline... unknown, a strange-looking beak where the snout should have been and raised shoulder blades like they had once held some sort of large wing. At his best, they would pose a threat only if they caught him off guard. Now, though, he was unsure he could take all four of them even with a full plasm reserve. The MP7 lay just aside him, easily reached, and that gave him some hope as he cast his memories back to the bedroom. He had put seven rounds through Beddy Roosevelt in his self-defense attempt, which left thirty-three in his magazine. Plenty, but there was no way he could down all four while immobile without getting bopped before finishing the job. A'right, bitch. Show me whatcha got, he thought darkly, setting his palm to the ground. A dim trickle of plasm crept out of his fingers, burrowing into the dirt like roots of a sinister creeper vine, digging towards the woman. For now, he waited, watched. And in impressive fashion, she did in fact show him what she had. She moved well, and she moved quickly, powering forward and using the back end of her dagger to open its throat and not risk the beast twisting while the blade was in it and disarming her. It was her last move, though, for the jaws of a shark shortly thereafter clamped downthrough?her arm, somehow finding no purchase. It met a quick end at the proper end of the blade, and Kirin could not help but feel a sense of satisfaction at that, watching something that was not him die to that stupid fucking knife. Her luck ran out, though, as a form barreled into the edge of his vision, then into her, sending her sprawling. It perched on top of her and brought a paw down into her head, rearing back for another. That blow, however, would never connect. You owe me one, bitch. More like sixty-five, but we'll start with one. Kirin pulled, hard. The tendrils in the ground poked up through the soil under the bear-wolf's body and pushed, suspending it up on its hind legs and rendering it unable to shove down on her immediately. The plasm would not hold it for long, but it did not need to those tendrils were released, and Kirin snatched up the firearm, bracing his hand on the ground and tilting his wrist to aim upwards. A controlled four-round burst put four holes into its chestnot enough to kill, but it would not be breathing or moving any time soon. Neutralized. Heavy paws pounded towards him, which had the equal effect of setting his heart racing and giving him necessary details. He whipped his arm towards it, a remarkably less controlled burst sending a wide sweep of bullets in that direction. The majority missed their mark, but two contacted the eagle-wolf-griffin- thing in the spindly knees, and it tumbled forward into him. The wind left his lungs as it hit him, but it rolled up and over him. Needles spiked up his shoulder as he shoved off with his hand and he rolled over his left arm, but on his back, he was lying just inches from the creature. His thumb quickly flicked the fire-selector to semi-automatic. He pressed the barrel directly against the creature's occiput. Neutralized. Finally, he remembered to breathe, huffing in plasm- and blood-scented air and staring up at the stars. His thoughts strayed, curiosity trying to pry into his skull but finding no space amidst the adrenaline and satisfaction.