*the sound of a harmonica echoed through the mansion and the courtyard, accompanied by the howls of nearby wolves*
We Are Our Avatars IV (Uh, closed for real now)
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progress. or not progress. Always difficult to tell when neither spoke the same language. Perhaps a visual indicator? he pointed out the various trophies, including the most recent one from the strange lizard monster, before gesturing to the door and walking to it.
OoC: some crazy lizard attack, a whole ton of new people, and other then that nothing really on my end.
Roland eyed the Predator, sizing it up. It was armoured, and that might lessen the effectiveness of guns. That said, the huge revolvers at his hips, almost comically large, had never failed him before. Still, he could see plenty of unarmoured points. Given its almost tribal appearance, he suspected it would be too prideful for totally comprehensive protection.
Still, it was a huge creature, and he had little idea as to what weapons it could possess. But it didn't seem overtly hostile either.
He went back to his cigarette.
EDIT: OOC: I missed a lizard attack?
AWWW!! D:
Still, it was a huge creature, and he had little idea as to what weapons it could possess. But it didn't seem overtly hostile either.
He went back to his cigarette.
EDIT: OOC: I missed a lizard attack?
AWWW!! D:
The howling brought a shiver down the predators spine. surely good hunting there? Shaking off the tingle of adrenaline, he led the woman to the skeleton of the lizard, then yanked off his staff before jabbing into it, then holding up one of the steaks, holding it against the ribs as he used a carving knife to 'hack it off' as he had before.
When the woman had blinked Varger had once again slipped into her perception. This way he could not be left behind but he had to avoid unnerving the woman and so only moved if nessacary, often hiding behind those she was speaking to.
OOC: This will happen until I get back. Just something to stop me from being left behind and have to trail back.
I believe the Lizard was the single most dangerous SCP ever recorded. An intelligent lizard monster that is near impossible to kill as it simply regenerates. Its in Alpha stage development for the SCP game but they havn't implemented it yet. And with that I'm gone.
OOC: This will happen until I get back. Just something to stop me from being left behind and have to trail back.
I believe the Lizard was the single most dangerous SCP ever recorded. An intelligent lizard monster that is near impossible to kill as it simply regenerates. Its in Alpha stage development for the SCP game but they havn't implemented it yet. And with that I'm gone.
The Gunslinger takes in the armor plated man talking to him.
"I'm not entirely sure. This mansion doesn't appear on any of my maps. My friends and I were heading to a place called Jericho Hill, but they've disappeared. It's all very strange."
"I'm not entirely sure. This mansion doesn't appear on any of my maps. My friends and I were heading to a place called Jericho Hill, but they've disappeared. It's all very strange."
OOC: The lizard ... a tough nut to crack indeed but I would put my money on the reality warpers because with the exception of the Ukulele man, there really is no-one who could do anything about that. With the lizard you can at least throw acid on it or one of the brothers.
He could see the girls revulsion at the idea of eating the beast. How would one such as her fare in combat? he could put reliance in the actions of some of the fellow warriors who had helped kill the reptile, but some seemed as unreliable as a young male in heat. nodding, he went back to the house and went to observe some of the others.
"Bunkers?"
Roland had heard of bunkers. Built by the Old Ones to hide from their own wars. Still, most bunkers he was aware of had been caved in, or else looted for supplies and raw materials.
He eyed the weapons the man carried. They didn't look like any firearms he'd seen, and firearms were his business.
Roland had heard of bunkers. Built by the Old Ones to hide from their own wars. Still, most bunkers he was aware of had been caved in, or else looted for supplies and raw materials.
He eyed the weapons the man carried. They didn't look like any firearms he'd seen, and firearms were his business.
The woman looked at the remains of the lizard for a bit longer. She recognized it as something reptillian, but could hardly tell just what it was. Another lost being perhaps? The woman dismissed her train of thoughts as the cold was getting to her again. She walked back inside.
The predator walked into the room and examined those who had congregated since he had last entered. He could see the primitive burner wielder there again, discussing weapons with... What is a marine with advanced armor doing here? curious about this person that seemed to be from his own world, he moved forward cautiously, unsure of what the marine was used to dealing with.
