We Are Our Avatars IX: Act V: The Sabotage of the Scandolous Saurian Scoundrels (Open)
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The sisters nodded towards Vicky's suggestion and sprinted along. Flames always point in the opposite direction of the gravity that's exerted, so Gwen pushed away whatever flames were in their way with the appropriate gravity fields on the burning objects.
EMily kept up her sense of blackbody radiation to help figure out hot spots that would start fires.
EMily kept up her sense of blackbody radiation to help figure out hot spots that would start fires.
Joel put on his jacket and slung his bag over his shoulder, holding his shirt over his mouth and nose as he followed the others out of the facility.
Glad I'm not caught in that. Wouldn't want my suit getting scorched...Also hope those folks get out okay.
Between Gwen clearing the fire and smoke, Emily noticing possible explosion points, and Samus taking point through the flames, the group eventually made it out of the jungle of pipes, catwalks and tankers. They escaped into what looked like a warehouse, with large windows. Through it they could see the rocky outcrop where they had first laid eyes on the factory, and the burning, explosive remains of the refinery.
Once Joel was out of the fire, he dropped his shirt, fell to his hands and knees and began to vomit. [color=003399]"Let's try and get the next **** while he's asleep. I don't want to go through this shit again."[/color]
Hmm...Starting to not look so good. Maybe they came out somewhere else. Might as well look around the area.
[x=9 goes searching for another place the group might have exited from.]
[x=9 goes searching for another place the group might have exited from.]
X9 would see the warehouse the group was in, up a somewhat precarious rocky cliff side path.
Samus sat, leaning aginst a wall and taking her helmet off, breathing deep breaths of the unfiltered air.
Samus sat, leaning aginst a wall and taking her helmet off, breathing deep breaths of the unfiltered air.
June 6th, Narok, Kenya - 16:55 PM
After a little over ninety minutes of resting, the bug stirred in its tunnel, first rolling around a little while making soft squeeky noises, then getting to its feet, letting out a yawn as it stretched. Picking up its bag and crawling out of its tunnel, the bug looked at the sun for a moment and wondered, then began wandering around Narok's countryside, deciding to walk off its grogginess before planning its next route.
When most of the houses were out of sight, the bug decided to practice its newly acquired fire powers. Setting the bag down and walking a few steps away from it, the bug consulted its assimilated memories on what to do, then extended its right arm and flexed its fingers, balling its hand into a fist a few times. After this, it began working on generating the fire. The first time it managed to do so, it yelped in fright, imediately stopping what it was doing and jumping back. Clacking it's mandibles, it raised its hand again and tried once more. It continued trying over the course of twenty minutes, wherein the bug managed to not jump every time it generated some fire, although accomplished nothing more then that. Not having gotten to the stage where it could divert its fire away from itself, the practice had left the bug's exoskeleton on its hand a little discoloured due to the heat, leaving it a little sore, although otherwise, not terribly inconveniencing.
Deciding it was time to move on, the bug moved to its bag and retrieved its phone, bringing up the map after turning it on. Looking over the results a few times, the bug turned the phone off and stowed it away again once it had its itinerary planned out, it closed its bag and picked it up, then ran a few paces before jumping up and taking flight, heading north.
The sisters deactivated their QFT forms and cooled down as they sat themselves against a wall.
"Man, I haven't had that kind of a workout in a while."
<color=purple>"Tell me about it.." She yawned. <color=purple>"We've been through tornadoes before. Compared to that she was pretty much..."
"A breeze?" EMily interrupted her.
<color=purple>"God damnit, EM." She said tiredly as she leaned on EMily's shoulder. Shortly after she began to nap.
"Man, I haven't had that kind of a workout in a while."
<color=purple>"Tell me about it.." She yawned. <color=purple>"We've been through tornadoes before. Compared to that she was pretty much..."
"A breeze?" EMily interrupted her.
<color=purple>"God damnit, EM." She said tiredly as she leaned on EMily's shoulder. Shortly after she began to nap.
That warehouse seems like a good a place as any to start looking. At least it hasn't exploded or been set on fire yet. After carefully making my way there, I peer inside and see some familiar humans catching their breath. "Glad to see nobody got burned." I say after entering the building.
Medic continued to Cough, "Vhell, I do. And I vas talking about ze amount of oil zhat is now being burnt, ez not ze best thing, and ze sky vill be black for veeks." he grumbled.
"Anyvay, I vill preserve ze head, how vell preserved do you vant it?" he asked, "Functional, apparently living, stuffed, sub-par, or apparently rotting?[hr]
Engineer looked to see if he was done with the robot wolf.
"Anyvay, I vill preserve ze head, how vell preserved do you vant it?" he asked, "Functional, apparently living, stuffed, sub-par, or apparently rotting?[hr]
Engineer looked to see if he was done with the robot wolf.
[color=003399]"I think you need formaldehyde or something."[/color] Joel replied, before coughing loudly. He looked up at Vicky, and stared at the head. [color=003399]"That's a little creepy."[/color]
"A trophy, huh? Pretty...grisly." Seems if it ever does come to light what I used to do, some of these people might hesitate to throw stones. Or she might want my head on a pike...Maybe keeping secrets isn't a bad idea.