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Who: Raven, Chrysos, any interlopers
When: Day 52, daytime
Where: The fourth floor staircase to the fifth floor
What: Chrys and Raven's Excellent Adventures

[ it's a new day, a new start, and two (relatively) new guys and their respective sharp pointy objects are about to make their way up to the newly opened fifth floor for investigations. ]

...so be wary of aggravating those things, there's usually more than one in the vicinity.

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[. . . fuck my life]

[ ...oops

I mean SCRAMBLES OVER and makes a lunging grab for the back of the lizagon's neck with his metal hand ]

Raven!

Edited 2012-06-05 06:26 (UTC)

[ The lizagon scratches at Raven in its mad attempts to scramble half blind off him, its scales slippery under Chrys' grasp! ]

[ The one on Raven's arm is beginning to lose its grasp, teeth tearing further along his flesh due to gravity. ]

[gosh you know what

you know what

I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD HOLD ON SOMETHING CHRYS cuz the air just exploded all around Raven, sending anything nearby flying a good couple of feet]

[ at least one thing about not-quite-perfect-condition steampunk prosthetics, is that the normal failsafes for limiting grips to human levels of strength? Just don't work as well anymore. Metal fingers crush and twist, the other hand grabbing for the knife in its eye--

--and then exploding air and oh, I guess I have a good hold on something after all, like this fucking lizagon right here

welp ]

Edited 2012-06-05 06:45 (UTC)

[ The lizagons are sent flying, the one on Raven's arm is torn off, shredding flesh along the way, and Chrys's back is knocked hard into a tree and with a lizagon splatting him there. ]

[ .......................armful of lizagon

ok

no

you know what

no

there is a knife in his meat hand, and a neck in his metal hand, and he is yanking that neck off him just enough to slash a new, wide, tooth-free mouth into the bastard's throat ]

Edited 2012-06-05 06:58 (UTC)

[meanwhile, I will . . . attempt to . . . push myself up to sit.

It's going about as well as you'd expect]

[ Lizagon blood sprays in Chrys's face as it wildly struggles, eventually going limp against him. ]

[ there's a few choice expletives that come to mind, but KEEPS HOLDING, shoving his knife arm just under the jaw to keep the snapping teeth away from him, eyes scrunched shut and stinging... until the thing is completely still.

then lets go and shoves it away, scrubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand, and cracks them open enough to start making his way over to Raven. ]

[glances up as Chrys starts to approach and just gives up on trying to get up on his own, laughing a bit, pained]

[ ...o you

takes a moment to grab his spear and start yanking it out from the second lizagon body of the day ]

...your sense of humor needs work.

[l-laughs again, this one just a tiny bit off]

B-Been sayin' that for years.

And yet you never listen.

[ you can hear him spit out something wet :T yanks one more time and there's that messy schlooping sound of a thing exiting meat

a few more steps, and Chrys gets to his knees beside him, looking him over ]

[his arm is pretty well torn up and bloody from that lizagon, and well. The one falling on him didn't do much help either.

He's also beginning to look clammy and pale, since the fever's starting to hit big-time]

Hahaha . . .

[ .....yup, just like a Vulp said it would

at least this time we got better than rag bandages. Scrubs at his eyes again before pulling out a roll of gauze and working on field-bandaging up that arm first ]

"Never needed more than one knife", my eye.

[makes an attempt to sit up to make that easier - SUCCESS. . . . aaand manages to catch himself before he flops right back over]

Don't doubt my words, y'bastard.