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| <fc #008888>And then it is pointing at the ground and that is somewhat better but her instincts are still screaming "Enemy enemy! Danger!" as her hand presses over her chest as if to re-enforce her ribs and stop her hammering heart escaping. A swallow, a second one, tongue run across dry lips and finally [[characters:Delaney]] manages to respond: "We have no idea what is going on, which way is safety?"</fc> | <fc #008888>And then it is pointing at the ground and that is somewhat better but her instincts are still screaming "Enemy enemy! Danger!" as her hand presses over her chest as if to re-enforce her ribs and stop her hammering heart escaping. A swallow, a second one, tongue run across dry lips and finally [[characters:Delaney]] manages to respond: "We have no idea what is going on, which way is safety?"</fc> |
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| [[character:Robert]]'s reaction is one of silence - his gaze sweeps through the landscape one more time to be sure that no immediate other threat is lingering nearby, coming out of the woodwork now that a sound had roused it, then he glances back at the two passersby and raises his left arm, sans gun, to wave them over, taking a step back through the punctured entrance of the mall. | [[characters:Robert]]'s reaction is one of silence - his gaze sweeps through the landscape one more time to be sure that no immediate other threat is lingering nearby, coming out of the woodwork now that a sound had roused it, then he glances back at the two passersby and raises his left arm, sans gun, to wave them over, taking a step back through the punctured entrance of the mall. |
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| There's something about the way he's moving and about the circumstance that inspires Keneh to trust he's not about to turn psychopath on them once they're inside. After all, if he wanted to harm them, there was no one else around right now and he could easily riddle them with bullet holes from a distance. No, everything about him had the markings of someone similarly wary of the turn of events from a little over an hour ago as they were. | There's something about the way he's moving and about the circumstance that inspires Keneh to trust he's not about to turn psychopath on them once they're inside. After all, if he wanted to harm them, there was no one else around right now and he could easily riddle them with bullet holes from a distance. No, everything about him had the markings of someone similarly wary of the turn of events from a little over an hour ago as they were. |
| <fc #008888>"Is the internet saying anything helpful about what people should be doing, then?" Presumably 'stay indoors' and 'avoid this area' but she'll take what they can get. And at least an area to avoid gives a direction to flee in.</fc> | <fc #008888>"Is the internet saying anything helpful about what people should be doing, then?" Presumably 'stay indoors' and 'avoid this area' but she'll take what they can get. And at least an area to avoid gives a direction to flee in.</fc> |
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| Was it doing that? Not really. What was it saying? It was full of fragmented facts and dithered between opinions that none of it was real and that the end of the world was near. "Eh," he comments, syllable the carrier for a tone meant to convey that the two shouldn't get their hopes up. They've turned into a side-path by now and he's unlocking a door to a narrow flight of stairs, then holding it open by mostly leaning against it with his back. His lips press together, cheeks puffing out ever so slightly in subdued frustration. "Let's take a look at the data together, shall we?" he offers, tone still remarkably neutral for someone whose designated mall now had a hole in it. | Was it doing that? Not really. What **was** it saying? It was full of fragmented facts and dithered between opinions that none of it was real and that the end of the world was near. "Eh," he comments, syllable the carrier for a tone meant to convey that the two shouldn't get their hopes up. They've turned into a side-path by now and he's unlocking a door to a narrow flight of stairs, then holding it open by mostly leaning against it with his back. His lips press together, cheeks puffing out ever so slightly in subdued frustration. "Let's take a look at the data together, shall we?" he offers, tone still remarkably neutral for someone whose designated mall now had a hole in it. |
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| <fc #008888>Great. That meant it was probably 4 parts panic, 5 parts conspiracy theories and 1 part wrong directions. Why couldn't this have been a flood or a bushfire or a cyclone or something natural that they at least had some idea how to cope with? I mean there wasn't anything you could do to stop a natural disaster and you just had to ride it out, which on the surface seemed worse than a man-made disaster that you could shoot and be done with, but all natural disasters had plans and she really wanted a plan.</fc> | <fc #008888>Great. That meant it was probably 4 parts panic, 5 parts conspiracy theories and 1 part wrong directions. Why couldn't this have been a flood or a bushfire or a cyclone or something natural that they at least had some idea how to cope with? I mean there wasn't anything you could do to stop a natural disaster and you just had to ride it out, which on the surface seemed worse than a man-made disaster that you could shoot and be done with, but all natural disasters had plans and she really wanted a plan.</fc> |
| The uncovered human's instinct evidently guides him into the other direction. A plume of fire, disconnected, cuts his attempt to flee short. Then the presumed author steps into the reach of the camera, gait neither lazy nor in haste. The soundless video reveals that the trapped man's shouting something, but obviously not what - only to cringe down as a shallow circle of fire, open only to the approaching figure, fences him in. | The uncovered human's instinct evidently guides him into the other direction. A plume of fire, disconnected, cuts his attempt to flee short. Then the presumed author steps into the reach of the camera, gait neither lazy nor in haste. The soundless video reveals that the trapped man's shouting something, but obviously not what - only to cringe down as a shallow circle of fire, open only to the approaching figure, fences him in. |
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| The approaching figure seems entirely unfazed by the display. Its gaze shifts down to its hands, where it's picking at something - a close-combat wound, perhaps, a slash from a knife, it's hard to see any details. Then the fire extinguishes and something grips the hapless human by the torso, visibly compressing his shirt against his skin, sliding his back a few inches up the wall immediately next to the entrance, just enough to deny his feet any purchase on the ground. <c> | The approaching figure seems entirely unfazed by the display. Its gaze shifts down to its hands, where it's picking at something - a close-combat wound, perhaps, a slash from a knife, it's hard to see any details. Then the fire extinguishes and something grips the hapless human by the torso, visibly compressing his shirt against his skin, sliding his back a few inches up the wall immediately next to the entrance, just enough to deny his feet any purchase on the ground. |
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| It takes another arduous minute of only minimal visible motion on the victim's part for the stranger to approach him, reaching up with both hands, physically grasping at his jaw with the one. The motion of the other is hard to make out in clarity from the video, but it ends with the hand clasped over his mouth. Then long seconds of nothing - and an abrupt stepping away. The human crumples, half curling in on himself. It doesn't need a soundtrack to be a harrowing, obvious sob. | It takes another arduous minute of only minimal visible motion on the victim's part for the stranger to approach him, reaching up with both hands, physically grasping at his jaw with the one. The motion of the other is hard to make out in clarity from the video, but it ends with the hand clasped over his mouth. Then long seconds of nothing - and an abrupt stepping away. The human crumples, half curling in on himself. It doesn't need a soundtrack to be a harrowing, obvious sob. |
