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outsiderslogs2013-02-24 01:13 am
tradecraftdude) wrote in outsiderslogs2013-02-24 01:13 am
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wasn't prepared for this [closed]
who. marco and zoe
what. trying not to get adjutanted
where. zeta district
when. early saturday
warnings. there will probably be potty-mouthing and violence against others.
Marco had seen a few messages floating around on the extranet about rampaging monster things, but the more practical effect as far as he was concerned was that moving around in the world suddenly got a lot more complicated. For the past few days, he'd been trying to lie low as much as possible, switching from empty apartment to empty apartment, casually walking between store, trying not to pass the same place too many times. Pretty much all of his teenage loitering skills put to use at once, except the consequences of being picked up as an idle hoodlum here seemed far worse than having his Sega taken away for a month.
Now that the streets were getting increasingly deserted other than people crazy enough to run around hunting down the adjutants, one stupid little teenager trying to go for a stroll with his hands in his pockets and taking in the scenery seemed much, much less likely. In fact, being outside at all seemed like a terrible idea, but Marco didn't have a known hole-up location for himself yet.
He could hear the sound of gunshots and some pretty disturbing yelling fast approaching, but couldn't pinpoint exactly where it was coming from. Nor did he really want to wait around to find out. He picked a direction that seemed likely to take him away at a right angle to the potential trajectory of the incoming fight, and moved that way at an easy trot.
Gotta save some energy in case he had to sprint for his life, you know.
what. trying not to get adjutanted
where. zeta district
when. early saturday
warnings. there will probably be potty-mouthing and violence against others.
Marco had seen a few messages floating around on the extranet about rampaging monster things, but the more practical effect as far as he was concerned was that moving around in the world suddenly got a lot more complicated. For the past few days, he'd been trying to lie low as much as possible, switching from empty apartment to empty apartment, casually walking between store, trying not to pass the same place too many times. Pretty much all of his teenage loitering skills put to use at once, except the consequences of being picked up as an idle hoodlum here seemed far worse than having his Sega taken away for a month.
Now that the streets were getting increasingly deserted other than people crazy enough to run around hunting down the adjutants, one stupid little teenager trying to go for a stroll with his hands in his pockets and taking in the scenery seemed much, much less likely. In fact, being outside at all seemed like a terrible idea, but Marco didn't have a known hole-up location for himself yet.
He could hear the sound of gunshots and some pretty disturbing yelling fast approaching, but couldn't pinpoint exactly where it was coming from. Nor did he really want to wait around to find out. He picked a direction that seemed likely to take him away at a right angle to the potential trajectory of the incoming fight, and moved that way at an easy trot.
Gotta save some energy in case he had to sprint for his life, you know.
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"But don't worry, okay? I'm gonna get you outta here in one piece. Promise."
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Marco's only running his mouth to distract himself from crumbling into a pile of terror at this point, because that sure is an actual weapon she's taking out, which means actual real danger that is very much different from video game danger. Mostly because of the lack of save files.
He trots after her, trying to keep up, and also looks around, sweeping corners and checking up and down buildings and behind objects, even though he wouldn't be able to do much besides scream and point if an adjutant spawned in front of him.
"Okay, so where does 'outta here' get us? 'cause I'm pretty sure those things can get anywhere."
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"Trust me, okay? We'll get past 'em and I'll find you someplace safe." She tries to keep her voice reassuring. "I think this street's safe right now. Just stick close, okay?"
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Oh. Right. Because he is. Most of his experiences on the station so far involved him being expected to fend entirely for himself, and no one gave a damn about his completely irrelevant status as a minor by the laws and customs of a country that might as well not even exist as far as anyone here was concerned.
All of his instincts are screaming at him that this is a stupid idea for what he's about to do next. It would be so much more reasonable and safe and nice if he just smiles and nods and obediently follows her to safety. But.
"I've got a better idea. Do you have an extra gun?"