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thearena2014-06-09 06:44 pm
emptytrousers) wrote in thearena2014-06-09 06:44 pm
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I came here to get some peace; {closed}
Who | Kili and Shepard!
What | Kili and Shep throw it down the only way cross-genre heroes could.
Where | Random run down house in town (off Main Street).
When | Backdated to during hellrena (week 2), early-ish.
Warning/Notes | Blood, violence, space magic, etc. Will update as necessary!
Long has been the week separated from his brother in this hellish place, fear as thick as the fog clouding Kili’s view. Already, every crunch, every snap sets him on edge and though he knows better than to call out, sometimes he can’t stop himself from hoping Fili might be only an arm’s reach away. Just as he’s about to do so again, the air fills with a horrible sound, a piercing howl of some kind and nothing Kili has ever heard before. He clamps his hands over his ears, but the sirens still grate him, his already exposed nerves more raw than ever. At least, he notices quickly, the heavy moisture, chill, and fog seem to lift, though it leaves him suddenly without cover standing in what he had thought to be a safe place. Instead, he sees the walls melting and shriveling away as if they were the skin on a rotting corpse.
And that’s when it hits him, along the side of his head. Kili staggers and finds himself face to face with one of the odd creatures he had seen in the mist as it swings an arm at him again. This time, he barely manages to duck underneath a gray arm and Kili pulls the sponsor knife from its makeshift sheath at his side. With only half a mind to fight and the other to search ever more frantically for his brother, Kili turns to run, bursting through the door with a snap of wood. In the first minutes the heat seems to have increased to an impossible degree and combined with the siren and what he figures must be a pursuit, the dwarf’s head is simply vibrating. In fact, his whole body feels much the same, like an arrow shot into a tree but instead of slowing it seems to pick up and he finds himself lost too easily, despite the clearing of the fog.
Without thought, he barrels into another house and when he notices a figure there, he simply strikes blindly at it, swinging with all his strength behind the serrated blade.
What | Kili and Shep throw it down the only way cross-genre heroes could.
Where | Random run down house in town (off Main Street).
When | Backdated to during hellrena (week 2), early-ish.
Warning/Notes | Blood, violence, space magic, etc. Will update as necessary!
Long has been the week separated from his brother in this hellish place, fear as thick as the fog clouding Kili’s view. Already, every crunch, every snap sets him on edge and though he knows better than to call out, sometimes he can’t stop himself from hoping Fili might be only an arm’s reach away. Just as he’s about to do so again, the air fills with a horrible sound, a piercing howl of some kind and nothing Kili has ever heard before. He clamps his hands over his ears, but the sirens still grate him, his already exposed nerves more raw than ever. At least, he notices quickly, the heavy moisture, chill, and fog seem to lift, though it leaves him suddenly without cover standing in what he had thought to be a safe place. Instead, he sees the walls melting and shriveling away as if they were the skin on a rotting corpse.
And that’s when it hits him, along the side of his head. Kili staggers and finds himself face to face with one of the odd creatures he had seen in the mist as it swings an arm at him again. This time, he barely manages to duck underneath a gray arm and Kili pulls the sponsor knife from its makeshift sheath at his side. With only half a mind to fight and the other to search ever more frantically for his brother, Kili turns to run, bursting through the door with a snap of wood. In the first minutes the heat seems to have increased to an impossible degree and combined with the siren and what he figures must be a pursuit, the dwarf’s head is simply vibrating. In fact, his whole body feels much the same, like an arrow shot into a tree but instead of slowing it seems to pick up and he finds himself lost too easily, despite the clearing of the fog.
Without thought, he barrels into another house and when he notices a figure there, he simply strikes blindly at it, swinging with all his strength behind the serrated blade.