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poly_chromatic2013-06-05 10:50 am
thermonuclear_birdbrain) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-06-05 10:50 am
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Logical consequences (action/video)
[Roiling flames blast up from somewhere near the Temple; anyone near there is welcome to catch a glimpse of Utsuho blazing back and forth through the area, taking shots at the Watch, getting shot at. Eventually, though, her tumbling feed clicks on as she races through the sky, flames blasting from her wings, and running headlong into some kind of technological shield that dazes her enough for the Watch to get a good bead on her.
At that point, they fire off a large number of tranquilizer rounds straight into her chest; she tries to move, but she's stumbling in the air from the collision, and they get her across the shoulder.
Suddenly the fight looks poor...and now she's racing off over the trees, only to come crashing down in the City proper, sprawling across the ground and rolling to a stop. She flies like someone totally drunk now, and her eyes are wandering and have a drugged-up look to them.]
Dammit...what...how...
I feel dizzy...
Tired, what's going on, where'd I land...?
'Least it's bright here....
I'll tell 'em 'xactly where....I'll put this gun if I can just find 'em again...
What's 'is? [She looks at the weird hypodermic darts (think Metal Gear Solid style) sticking out of her shoulder. A couple of them are still there; most of them fell off during the crash. Wow, she takes a lot to bring down, with all that energy.]
At that point, they fire off a large number of tranquilizer rounds straight into her chest; she tries to move, but she's stumbling in the air from the collision, and they get her across the shoulder.
Suddenly the fight looks poor...and now she's racing off over the trees, only to come crashing down in the City proper, sprawling across the ground and rolling to a stop. She flies like someone totally drunk now, and her eyes are wandering and have a drugged-up look to them.]
Dammit...what...how...
I feel dizzy...
Tired, what's going on, where'd I land...?
'Least it's bright here....
I'll tell 'em 'xactly where....I'll put this gun if I can just find 'em again...
What's 'is? [She looks at the weird hypodermic darts (think Metal Gear Solid style) sticking out of her shoulder. A couple of them are still there; most of them fell off during the crash. Wow, she takes a lot to bring down, with all that energy.]
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This stuff's really weird.
Wha's in this?
[She pulls out a dart and looks at it.]
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[He raised a hand to the back of his head.]
You should probably get off the streets.