ONE MIND, ONE WILL a. Heads up! [ no one gives the warning a half second before he lands in the middle of the crowd, right atop a controlled human's shoulders, prosthetic harpy-feet clamping down and forcing the figure to crumple. one foot yanks the helmet off, and he spins atop the metal device, knocking another helmet off and flinging it into a third person's face to make them stagger.
it gives him some space to check on the other figure fighting, tossing curls out of his face and increasing the pressure of his clawed toes so that they crush the flimsy metal beneath his foot. ]
Are you okay?
b. [ after it's all over, the monsters dispatched and the humans freed of control, no one looks a little worse for wear. his face is bleeding pretty badly where claws evidently raked across it, and from the blood darkening his uniform top, he's probably also been stabbed at least once. he seems to be handling it fine, though, other than the slight irritation evident on his face when blood trails into his eyes.
a mechanical shudder crosses his arms, reconfiguring from weapons mode into seamless civilian metal once more, and he plants a fist on a hip, the other pointing to the biggest bloodstain at his waist. ]
Hey, do you know where I can get this bandaged up?
THE PUMPKIN KING [ the bird-ish cyborg teen doesn't look particularly impressed as he picks out a mask and turns it between his metal palms. this whole thing sounds.. sketchy. ]
.. We can't just retire him? Maybe make a seidrtech copy that serves the same purpose? [ if he's going to keep being a problem year after year, after all.. ]
[ ooc; no one's WIP info is here for anyone interested! ]
no one ( original )
a.
Heads up! [ no one gives the warning a half second before he lands in the middle of the crowd, right atop a controlled human's shoulders, prosthetic harpy-feet clamping down and forcing the figure to crumple. one foot yanks the helmet off, and he spins atop the metal device, knocking another helmet off and flinging it into a third person's face to make them stagger.
it gives him some space to check on the other figure fighting, tossing curls out of his face and increasing the pressure of his clawed toes so that they crush the flimsy metal beneath his foot. ]
Are you okay?
b.
[ after it's all over, the monsters dispatched and the humans freed of control, no one looks a little worse for wear. his face is bleeding pretty badly where claws evidently raked across it, and from the blood darkening his uniform top, he's probably also been stabbed at least once. he seems to be handling it fine, though, other than the slight irritation evident on his face when blood trails into his eyes.
a mechanical shudder crosses his arms, reconfiguring from weapons mode into seamless civilian metal once more, and he plants a fist on a hip, the other pointing to the biggest bloodstain at his waist. ]
Hey, do you know where I can get this bandaged up?
THE PUMPKIN KING
[ the bird-ish cyborg teen doesn't look particularly impressed as he picks out a mask and turns it between his metal palms. this whole thing sounds.. sketchy. ]
.. We can't just retire him? Maybe make a seidrtech copy that serves the same purpose? [ if he's going to keep being a problem year after year, after all.. ]
[ ooc; no one's WIP info is here for anyone interested! ]