-- A) obligatory crash scenario, now with precipitation
Well, that had been a shitty landing. Whatever fuck had been piloting this thing clearly needed to have their neck broken (and license revoked. In that order). Squalo takes a few minutes to take in his surroundings, panic (who the hell were these people? how did he end up here? what the fuck was going on?) and find something to arm himself with - any loose parts, chair pieces or cable, whatever could be found inside would do for now -- and then the obvious course of action is, of course, checking out what's outside.
He's ready to hop out through the hole when he realizes the source of that sound he's been hearing. It's raining. Hailing, even. The visibility is shit, and it's probably a good idea to stay put until it passes or eases up.
Except, of course, right as he's trying to get as good as possible a look without sticking his head out, there's a gust of rogue wind, and a couple buckets worth of water and ice drenches him in an instant.
Know what's really worse than rain and hail? Having like ten pounds of wet hair. His cheek twitches. Three, two, one...
"VVOOOOOOOIIIIIIII!!!"
...surely nobody heard that, right? A few earpieces might've short-circuited.
-- B) clean those city walls eh
Assuming he (somehow) made it there, It doesn't take long to notice the gates are being assaulted. It doesn't exactly take a genius to figure out who it is, either. Squalo makes a point to climb on top of the wall to survey the... zombies? They don't look much like the Vindice, but even less like normal people. There's a lot of them, all along the wall, though the thickest numbers seem to be by the gates. No surprise.
Well, spartans don't usually ask how many enemies there is, either, only where they are. This would be easy to handle if he at least had a decent weapon. As is, the best he could find so far was probably on the level of a rusty pipe or a sharpened stick.
But hey, he always liked a challenge, right?
If you've been watching him, you'll see him grin, send a mock two-fingered salute your way and jump right off the wall. To the other side. IS HE INSANE? Rest in pieces, weird excitable guy, surely that's the last we see of him. But wait. There's... a commotion.
-- C) i set fire to the raiiin
When he happens to wander upon the fire, his first thought is to bail. Fighting the elements isn't something he's equipped to do right now. His shark could easily form a firebreak to stop it from spreading. Piece of cake. But all he's got is some scrap metal and frankly, it's getting really annoying.
But as he starts walking away, it dawns on him that there's... nothing to retreat to, really. Who knows if there will be any natural stops in the fire's way, and if not, this piece of somewhat hospitable environment would just be reclaimed by the desert. What can possibly be done here, though? Getting some trees and bushes out of the way, retrieving enough water or sand for it to be effective, all of that requires --
Wait. Someone else was nearby. He doesn't need to get a proper look to know it's someone with a still functional brain.
Superbia Squalo // KHR! // any format is cool!
Well, that had been a shitty landing. Whatever fuck had been piloting this thing clearly needed to have their neck broken (and license revoked. In that order). Squalo takes a few minutes to take in his surroundings, panic (who the hell were these people? how did he end up here? what the fuck was going on?) and find something to arm himself with - any loose parts, chair pieces or cable, whatever could be found inside would do for now -- and then the obvious course of action is, of course, checking out what's outside.
He's ready to hop out through the hole when he realizes the source of that sound he's been hearing. It's raining. Hailing, even. The visibility is shit, and it's probably a good idea to stay put until it passes or eases up.
Except, of course, right as he's trying to get as good as possible a look without sticking his head out, there's a gust of rogue wind, and a couple buckets worth of water and ice drenches him in an instant.
Know what's really worse than rain and hail? Having like ten pounds of wet hair. His cheek twitches. Three, two, one...
"VVOOOOOOOIIIIIIII!!!"
...surely nobody heard that, right?
A few earpieces might've short-circuited.-- B) clean those city walls eh
Assuming he (somehow) made it there,It doesn't take long to notice the gates are being assaulted. It doesn't exactly take a genius to figure out who it is, either. Squalo makes a point to climb on top of the wall to survey the... zombies? They don't look much like the Vindice, but even less like normal people. There's a lot of them, all along the wall, though the thickest numbers seem to be by the gates. No surprise.Well, spartans don't usually ask how many enemies there is, either, only where they are. This would be easy to handle if he at least had a decent weapon. As is, the best he could find so far was probably on the level of a rusty pipe or a sharpened stick.
But hey, he always liked a challenge, right?
If you've been watching him, you'll see him grin, send a mock two-fingered salute your way and jump right off the wall. To the other side. IS HE INSANE? Rest in pieces, weird excitable guy, surely that's the last we see of him. But wait. There's... a commotion.
-- C) i set fire to the raiiin
When he happens to wander upon the fire, his first thought is to bail. Fighting the elements isn't something he's equipped to do right now. His shark could easily form a firebreak to stop it from spreading. Piece of cake. But all he's got is some scrap metal and frankly, it's getting really annoying.
But as he starts walking away, it dawns on him that there's... nothing to retreat to, really. Who knows if there will be any natural stops in the fire's way, and if not, this piece of somewhat hospitable environment would just be reclaimed by the desert. What can possibly be done here, though? Getting some trees and bushes out of the way, retrieving enough water or sand for it to be effective, all of that requires --
Wait. Someone else was nearby. He doesn't need to get a proper look to know it's someone with a still functional brain.
"Heeey! Hey you!"