Ashley Randall (from_the_flames) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-08-18 20:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2032 08, chase collins |
RP: Chase and the Reavers
Characters: Chase, a reaver
Time/Date: Mid-afternoon, August 18
Location: Outside / the hotel
Warnings/Rating: Chase, violence, reaver, narrative swears
Summary: Chase thinks he's awesome and finds out he is not
Status: Closed
Chase thought they were all a bunch of sissies. Big men with gun, scared of ... what, cannibals? Cannibals that maybe had weapons of some sort? So it was that after lunch, Chase sauntered on out to the lobby. He smirked at Tyler when he passed the other boy, and let himself outside. He heard Tyler calling that he was supposed to take someone with him, but he didn't listen. Or care. They were all hyped up over nothing, and he was out to prove it.
Pulling his power up closer to the surface, he blinked. His eyes flashed and when he opened them again, they were black. With a smirk on his lips, Chase started to roam around with no rhyme or reason or pattern of any sort. He passed by one of the shacks, and that was when he heard the only sound of warning at all - the scrape of something bursting past the door.
Chase grunted as he dropped into a crouch and turned in the same motion, lifting his hands to roll a ball of power out toward the creature. He was aware (too aware) of a curved blade swooshing through the air where he would have been if he hadn't ducked, and for the first time, he wondered if maybe, just maybe, he wasn't biting off a bit more than he could chew ... and that the people inside actually had some idea what the fuck they were talking about.
The man ... creature ... reaver ... whatever, fell backward, and Chase was aware that it hadn't been alone as a second one lunged out of the building toward him. He didn't think, he just reacted. He made himself go intangible and once the second blade had gone through where he should have been, he solidified and took off running toward the hotel. The creatures gave chase, joined by a third, and he pivoted to throw a tangle of cords of magic toward them. It slowed them up enough for him to slam inside the building, his back pressing to the door, his eyes wide and dark.
Simms was smirking, but Chase didn't even have it in him to offer up any sort of comeback to that. If he'd been anything other than what he was, he would have been dead.
Most people here were less than what he was.
They didn't have a fucking chance.