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test drive meme: pre-game opening #1
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assguardians.
assguardians.
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He's sees Loki and—
dropping his gun whipping out his bow having an arrow knocked, drawn and aimed at Loki's head almost before the bow's done unfolding
—knows.]
\o/
He see's Barton at the same time, going still amongst the shadows and does little more than stare at him.]
Still holding a grudge?
_o/
[Probably useless. Doesn't care.
Fires.]
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Do you think this the time for such matters?
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[Fires another arrow, but this one on a trajectory past Loki's head. It sinks satisfyingly into a zombie, who staggers back, though less satisfyingly survives.
Barton uses his bow like a bludgeon to take the knees out from another one, and rolls away from yet a third to scoop up his gun again.]
Surely these things can't affect you.
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[Loki moves to slay the walking corpse, using the arrow in hand to shatter its skull.. Retriving the other projectile, he spins to another, stabbing through it's eye socket.]
I would rather not risk it. [Don't think he is not aware of your movements.]
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because that's actually how it felt last time. No matter how much he's told it was brainwashing or not.
—but has to admit the odds are suddenly less on the side of his immediate death.
But is death worse than slavery?
…Y'know what, if anything he's heard about zombies
(thanks for another gap in the training, Chief)
is actually true, then their lifestyle sounds a smidgeon worse than what Loki might do.
Or maybe that's self-preservation talking. Hard to focus on the—
(there goes another three)
—theoretical, slightly future danger when you're staving off
(oh, did that one actually hurt? good to know)
—visceral imminent undead danger.
But with Loki… can they actually perhaps clear this hallway?
But then what next, hrm…]
You are glorious and should be proud.
He hisses, more from surprise than pain and wrenches himself away, hearing the creatures arms snap as he did.
Loki's shoulders brush against Bartons quiver as they face more of the dead coming their way.]
Survival, Agent Barton. That is what matters here and now. The chances are better together than alone.
<3 <3 If an awesome god commands it!
Maybe it's sheer bewilderment that what Loki just said has gobsmacking dissonance from how his voice had sounded in Barton's head, and he wants to stick around long enough to find out why… but Barton's inclined to agree. For the moment.]
You know how to kill these things?
Oh Mai! <3<3 Loki is very new to me.
Loki makes a soft and amused sound.]
I've found so far that any mortal wound to the head is the only means of putting them down. Otherwise they rise again.
[He twirls the arrows in his hands between his fingers as the next wave approach.]
Not that it will matter much unless we get out of here.
So's Clint to me! :D Voicetesting buddies!
[Tests the theory by shooting out a zombie's eye socket. Why mess with the classics.
Wondering if he's gone absolutely nuts again, but doing it anyway, Barton flips his gun handle-first at Loki.]
If you cover me long enough, I'll make a way out.
[ooc: Afraid I'm falling off the internet in a sec but I look forward to continuing ;-) ]
Hosnap really? He's awesome!
Then do it, Agent Barton.
[Gun in hand, Loki turned and fired at a shambler that got too close. A perfect headshot.]
How many shots do I have?
[ooc: Aw, have a good day/evening/sleep. As do I! :3]
/more grinnyblush/
[Barton has snapped out his bow and pressed a button on the semiautomated quiver. Loki's senses can probably pick up the noises of something going on inside the machine; the visible result of which will finally be, the arrow Barton draws has something more bulbous and light-flashing on its tip than a usual flint. He aims it at the ceiling above and several steps ahead of the greatest oncoming concentration of undead.]
<3!
[ Loki pivots to take down the closest shambler behind them. He was ready as he'll ever be, but he was curious about the quiver. He'll ask about that later.]
>^•^<
[Barton fires. The arrow sails over some undead heads—]
…one…
[It hits a corner of the ceiling]
Now
[And explodes.
That half of the ceiling comes down, burying the zombies in rubble.
The bit of the room over Loki's and Barton's head remains intact, but may not for long…
Not waiting for the dust to clear, Barton's back on his feet, pressing another button on the quiver, then another arrow at the bow, and he yells to Loki,]
Grab my belt and hang on.
[Before firing into the hole in the ceiling he'd just made.
This arrow trails a cable behind it. As the arrow sails out of normal vision and lodges in an upstairs wall, the cable, still attached to Barton's quiver, starts to retract, yanking Barton and hopefully (?) Loki up to the next flight with it.]
[ooc: Pausing on a cliffhanger!! I can't believe these two are working together. I love it. :-) :-) Sadly I'm off on an internetless week, and don't expect you'll want to continue this when I get back, but we certainly can if you're still interested, and either way thank you for helping me voicetest and this was unutterably awesome!!!]
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ooc: You fiend! Aww man, do come back and do reserve! I'd love to have you in the game!]