sixth 8% chance | action/any.

[captainfuckingmagic]

[This is not fun. Harry was not built for this sort of thing. Being shot at is one thing - death lasers are totally different. Not to mention that shooting back at them doesn't do jack - he even managed to get one right in the... eye...? earlier, and all it did was manage to attract two others before all three started blinking people out even faster. Which is just totally unfair.

He has been, for whatever reason, compelled to actually go out and try to help people though, without any sort of plan in advance. Considering that the best way to do that seems to so far have been distracting them while people run like crazy in the other direction, you can run into him doing his best Bugs Bunny impressions at giant metal robot alien death monsters at just about any part of the central City. Or in between, catching his breath. Either way, he's keeping up a constant, very repetitive, verbal monologue.

ooc: sometime this afternoon.]

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[conesoldstober]

[Howl notices someone running around trying to distract the Daleks. Someone with a suicide wish, it looks like. Howl manages to fry another Dalek mid-charge. It fizzles and sparks and rolls to a halt, not to far from where Harry is standing.]

Next time I would keep an eye out behind you.

[captainfuckingmagic]

[He skids to a stop because that was an explosion behind him and Harry is not a cool guy, he is a normal person who turns and looks at explosions when they happen somewhere he wasn't looking.]

Fuck! How-- Why do they keep doing that? Hey, thanks. And... Sure. I mean, I can't, but, if I could that would be a good reminder.

[conesoldstober]

You can look around you more often.

Glad I could help.

[captainfuckingmagic]

How did you blow it up?

[conesoldstober]

A rather large electrical current. Around the 300 million volts mark.

[captainfuckingmagic]

[He looks around for whatever can produce a current like that.] Oh... Okay. Ow. Man, have you ever been shocked by that shit? Not fun.

[conesoldstober]

Are you trying to tell me you've been shocked with 300 million volts? Because you are looking remarkable well for it, I must say.

[captainfuckingmagic]

What? No, I just meant electricity in general. That'd make me a little crispy, I think.

[conesoldstober]

You wouldn't have much in the way of hair, either. Or skin.

[captainfuckingmagic]

Okay, ew. Thank you. Uhm, I think I might go try and find my... friends now. You seem pretty solid on the killing business here.

[conesoldstober]

That I am. Do try to find your friends in one piece.

[mightbeconcussed]

[Lucy went to work early that morning, did some inventory in the back and managed to be completely unaware until mid morning. When she did realize what was going on, she wavered between staying at work and heading home. She finally decided Bryant was probably terrified, not to mention her shoes could be in danger. She slips out the back door of the store and proceeds to try and make it back to her flat. It's kind of an obstacle course, trying to avoid both screaming people and screaming trash bins with death rays. She's already City!dead but she's also not a masochist and really doesn't think a death ray would do her any favors. Dying sucks. She'd rather not do it again. She's actually got her heels in one hand and is tiptoe/barefoot running across the street just behind a floating trash bin when she drops the shoes.

They are $900 louboutins, she's not about to leave them. The sound of the shoes hitting the asphalt and Lucy not quite cursing attracts the attention of the trash bin and it turns on her and starts screaming 'Exterminate'. Lucy freezes, despite knowing that's probably not the best course of action.]

[captainfuckingmagic]

HEY! [Really loudly, comes from around the corner so she can't see it but behind the dalek. He comes out from around the corner for a moment to shoot at it, which has no effect but gets the thing to start turning towards him.] Hey, over here! You 'bout to get fucked up bitch beetle robot thing! [He makes a face at it and then runs around the block when it starts following him. He doubles back to find Lucy, because he'd seen her there.]

Imagine meeting you out in a place like this. I mean like, maybe some sort of... I don't know, tea shop, or whatever, but this is crazy shit. Does this happen a lot?

[mightbeconcussed]

[Lucy has gathered up her shoes and she's going to run with him. She's wearing a short skirt and she's barefoot though so she's not the fastest thing on two feet.]

Crazy things? Yes. Murderous trash bins, nope. Never before. We had zombie sheep once. I smacked one upside the head with a cricket bat.

[captainfuckingmagic]

[He sort of laughs.] Hey! Good for you! Beat those bastards. I don't think cricket bats work on these though. Just my guess. C'mon.

[He checks the corner again and it seems clear, so he motions for her to follow and starts leading her towards the nearest place people have been congregating with defenses, because to him that seems like the best idea.] Zombie sheep, really? I missed that one. I don't know whether I'm happy or not about that, actually. It could be sort of interesting. Then again you'd think that murderous trash cans would be interesting and way less fucking terrifying than it is, you know? I mean I really wouldn't... have...

[He slows down, and, assuming they've been pacing each other this whole time, puts an arm out to stop her getting in front of him. Then, quietly.] Go into that doorway, real smooth. I don't know how the perimeter vision on these works but it might not have seen us.

[mightbeconcussed]

[It's an excellent idea really. She follows him readily, grabbing a handful of whatever shirt or jacket he's wearing.] The deities made us sacrifice cute lambs. I made the crazy ex-boyfriend sacrifice mine. It was sort of up his alley then they sent zombie sheep to haunt us. Literally.

[Oh God. She barely keeps from freezing up again when they see the Daleks and he puts his arm out. Lucy is not a stupidly brave girl. In fact, Lucy is generally the girl who hides in the closet. She knows how useless she would be against anyone who wanted to hurt her. She's been shown that first hand, repeatedly. Thank you, City. When Harry puts his arm out, Lucy moves a bit behind him, letting go of his arm and grabbing a handful of his shirt at his back. She can just barely see the Dalek if she tiptoes and looks over his shoulder. She nods at his instructions.]

You're coming too. [She sort of sidesteps toward the doorway, not letting go of his shirt.]

should they run more or just fail here? I had.. no real plan

[captainfuckingmagic]

That's... Yeah, definitely glad I missed that one. Did you date this guy willingly or did he blackmail you or something? [Because she didn't seem insane, but...

Harry does, for his part, tend to do some strange mixture of freezing and moving way more than is reasonably necessary when in a situation like this. Today, though, it's somehow all been working out okay.] Well, yeah, but more afterwards. We're applying the T-Rex principle here and hoping really really hard they're not the smarter ones. So you get moving and if it starts in I'll shoot it in the balls.

Me either!

[mightbeconcussed]

He was really good to me and he saved me one night from being raped, tortured and eventually eaten by this really creepy vampire. And every night after that because...as long as I was his, the vampire respected boundaries. If I became not his, I was free game. [So, sort of blackmail but eventually she did love the Master, even if And she was safe, right up until Harry left at which point she fairly promptly got murdered. Because I'm a mean mun

Lucy hesitates. She really doesn't like this leaving Harry behind thing. She tiptoes, presses a kiss against the back of his neck and lets go of his shirt.] Hurry and be careful.

[She's not a hero and she knows that.]

well okay here goes

[captainfuckingmagic]

Wow, that-- There are vampires here? I mean, sorry. That sucks. Nice of him though. Sort of. They both kind of sound... But hey.

[He doesn't feel her hesitation with a growing sense of Bad Ideas at all, nope. But he's not really thinking about that anyway, because if he thought about his bad ideas before he made them then that would make sense.] I'm careful. Totally careful. Tell it to be careful. Except don't, because then you'd have to get its attention and that would be really bad. That's like, the total opposite of what we want. [Unlucky! Guess what just happened.] And what's happening!

[He's been doing this most of the afternoon, so it's okay. Totally okay. Since she already let go of him, he takes the opportunity before it gets close to be really annoying, running over towards something that looks sturdy enough to not get blasted by laser-death while he calls it some name intended to provoke irritation it won't notice.

HE DOESN'T MAKE IT. DUN DUN DUN.]

Gah poor Harry. Undying gratitude dude

[mightbeconcussed]

[She sees it happen because she's waiting for him to really get out of the way. When it does happen, she stifles her scream by clamping both hands over her mouth and sinking to the ground, making the smallest target possible. She bites her bottom lip hard against sobbing out loud until the Daleks have passed.

For a few minutes she considers staying right there, except that then they'll both end up dead and she's not entirely sure how being dead twice works. When the coast is clear, she pushes herself to her feet and runs barefoot back to her flat, avoiding the Daleks.]

[he_who_kills]

[Coming in from opposite direction; HWKdalek, exterminating all daleks that roll, hover, etc., thru his path.]

[Sees you.] "Greetings!" [Waves plunger in 'hello'.]

[captainfuckingmagic]

[What, the fuck.]

What... How the fuck did you get in there? Who is that? [He's still mostly taking cover behind something regardless.]

[he_who_kills]

[Kind of an expert at causing people to "WTF???!!!"]

"Machine break vessel, free spirit. Me is He Who Kills. Who you?"

[captainfuckingmagic]

[APPARENTLY.

And... okay sure.]

Harry. You're who kills other exterminators, right? And not some sort of super creepy trap tactic?

[he_who_kills]

[Shoots straight up in the air like a champagne cork, zaps the pepper shaker coming around the corner into oblivion.]

"That be answer to questions." [Few aerial victory pirouettes before landing in front of Harry.]

[captainfuckingmagic]

[He comes out from behind his frankly-probably-inadequate-cover-anyway.]

Pretty good answer, yeah. You're having fun. Still kind of creepy, but that probably goes with the Native American name. I think 'kill' anywhere in your name probably makes you a little creepy by default.