elektra natchios (skyblack) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-09-10 08:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, elektra natchios, octavio "octane" silva |
Who: Elektra and Octane
Where: The streets of Seattle
When: Friday 10, at night
What: Crossfire
Status: Complete
Warnings: Gore, violence, character death
Wandering the streets with Adrienne in the daytime had been relatively enjoyable. Much to Elektra’s disappointment, though, they had encountered zero zombies and Adrienne’s katana hadn’t once seen the light of day. Most people would’ve called that a good thing. Not so Elektra. She’d died, according to the new doc and her own stubborn instincts, and someone had to be made to hurt for it. The obvious choice was the doc himself, but somehow Elektra hadn’t managed to get around to it. (Maybe she hadn’t tried very hard. She wasn’t ready to consider why that was.) But then the bearded guy posted about nighttime brawls. Suddenly, Elektra’s evening plans were set in stone. It took her a while to find a real party, her sai blades already stained red as she moved from dark alley to dark alley, occasionally scaling a building or hopping from rooftop to rooftop. Seattle as she remembered it had a vibrant nightlife; this version of it seemed to be holding its breath, the silence that hung over the city making it all the easier to pick up on the occasional bouts of violence that ignited here and there. Eventually, Elektra found one to sate her appetite for violence: Pike Place Market, colorful and busy during the day, now nothing but empty stalls echoing with wolf growls. A flash of red as a pale creature slammed into a furred body. Blood dripping from fang and claw. And Elektra, looking for trouble, lunging into the fray. It didn’t take long for the locals to notice her crashing their party. |