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poly_chromatic2013-01-02 05:11 pm
valentineluke) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-01-02 05:11 pm
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[Wintery forest and a dark figure collapsed in the snow can be seen behind him. Nonhuman "chorus" sings off in the distance.]
[Chortling] City, did you honestly expect me to fall for that??!!
*click*
[Poor facsimile of Jan in more ways than one. Easy kill. No hesitation or guilt with that one aimed shot. Didn't bother kicking snow over the body. Bargain basement copy wasn't his brother; could feed the crows for all he cared.
"Wassailers" got louder. Luke waited for them to show. Follow-up act probably wouldn't be quite as hilarious as the first.
Hellsing soldiers staggered into view. Not the true ghouls of his (or any) homeworld, but common flesh-eating zombies - Romeros - doing a silly masquerade. Like he did at his brother's copy, Luke laughed at them. Spurned into attack mode, soldiers tried to grab and tackle. Instead of giving each brain a bullet, Luke teased. Grinning blond be within reach then not. Around and around they danced.
Grinning blond vanished.
Soldiers meandered, got their bearings, and resumed the hunt for him.
Miles away, Luke gazed back over his shoulder, smiling at the milling dots. Tenacious soldiers would serve a dual purpose: Personal timer to keep him from lingering too long amidst the curse's chaos while gathering information, and a handy distraction for use on overly inquisitive others.]
[Chortling] City, did you honestly expect me to fall for that??!!
*click*
[Poor facsimile of Jan in more ways than one. Easy kill. No hesitation or guilt with that one aimed shot. Didn't bother kicking snow over the body. Bargain basement copy wasn't his brother; could feed the crows for all he cared.
"Wassailers" got louder. Luke waited for them to show. Follow-up act probably wouldn't be quite as hilarious as the first.
Hellsing soldiers staggered into view. Not the true ghouls of his (or any) homeworld, but common flesh-eating zombies - Romeros - doing a silly masquerade. Like he did at his brother's copy, Luke laughed at them. Spurned into attack mode, soldiers tried to grab and tackle. Instead of giving each brain a bullet, Luke teased. Grinning blond be within reach then not. Around and around they danced.
Grinning blond vanished.
Soldiers meandered, got their bearings, and resumed the hunt for him.
Miles away, Luke gazed back over his shoulder, smiling at the milling dots. Tenacious soldiers would serve a dual purpose: Personal timer to keep him from lingering too long amidst the curse's chaos while gathering information, and a handy distraction for use on overly inquisitive others.]
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[That's more than a little bit disconcerting.]
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Are there other types common here?
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