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thisavrou_log2016-05-01 09:04 pm
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Entry tags:
- *event,
- all about j: j,
- danger days killjoys: the girl,
- death note: l (crau),
- mass effect: clone shepard,
- mcu: wanda maximoff,
- metal gear: kazuhira miller,
- mushishi: ginko,
- npc | ben,
- npc | thán,
- red vs blue: agent texas,
- star wars: luke skywalker,
- star wars: rey,
- tron: rinzler (crau),
- undertale: frisk,
- undertale: mettaton,
- x-men movies: peter maximoff
( may event log )
Who: Everyone
When: May 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Amissis-Re
What: The crew finds themselves visiting the very barren planet of Amissis-Re.
Warnings:None, but please label your content!
When: May 1st and on
Where: The Moira + Amissis-Re
What: The crew finds themselves visiting the very barren planet of Amissis-Re.
Warnings:None, but please label your content!
E V E N T L O G |
"the trees rustle in the evening when we stand uneasy before our own thoughts."
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"If I'm not back in a reasonable amount of time, I've been systematically destroying these guys and I'll be back in a bit." Confident, it seemed.
And so there went Liquid Snake, taking a couple of knives and fists to a gunfight. Alone. And he was perfectly alright with that.
Still, he paused before heading up, one foot on the stair in front of him, as he turned to look back at Niko. "You alright? Not down here, I mean, I know you'll be fine. You've proven the hell out of that. You just seem a bit on-edge."
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He was sure. Even distracted, his reflexes seemed to be on the ball. Even that was sort of disconcerting, but maybe it meant he'd not have to worry about getting stabbed in the back again. Not that it ever swayed him from talking to people, he warmed up to them easy.
But that didn't mean he still wouldn't be dicked over at some point.
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"Alright, well, if you're doing fine, I'll be heading up. Don't worry, I've got this."
He went up the stairs as quietly as he could, peering around once he made his way up. He turned a corner and was immediately accosted by a gun in his face.
He laughed, which was enough for his wannabe assailant to get surprised, and even moreso when he knocked the gun out of his hands, kicked him to the floor, and picked up the weapon. Well, that'd do. Although he'd still prefer his knives or fists when the time came, it'd be helpful. "Alright, I'm armed," he called down the stairs, and also to any potential attackers. Bring them on. Look out, here comes Liquid.