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Thuro 116 Pendragon
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The others slowly drifted back, Izana leading at the head of them. He was walking, never a good sign. This archer might have been trying to help, but he sure had done a number on them.
The archer was still unconscious, so Crichton took the time to take care of his own. Kneeling down, he looked at the shrapnel wound on the back of the dragon's back. It didn't look serious, but then again he didn't know a lot about dragon physiology. Instead of explaining why he'd rapped him on the back earlier, he just asked the dragon if he was okay. Either the kid would get why he'd had to drop them, or he wouldn't. Sink or swim, just like it had been for John all those years ago when he'd been shot through the wormhole.
Behind them, the archer was starting to wake up, though he seemed a little groggy. Idly Crichton wondered just how hard Setsuna had kicked him.
Reaching up, the archer realized his hood had slid off, so he reached up and finished the job, pulling his thin mask off. It wouldn't actually protect his identity without the hood in place. He looked at the odd group assembled here and asked the first and most pertinent question, the iconic growl in his voice gone now that his cover had been blown. "Who ar-..."
John cut him off before he had a chance to finish. "I appreciate the save back there man, but you hurt one of my friends. I'd start talking before my other friends get pissed off. They aren't as chill as me."
Bracing himself against the wall, the archer pushed himself up. His ribs hurt, but he could run if he had too, though that hadn't worked out so well before, even when he had the element of surprise.
"You probably know more than I do. You don't seem like you're from anywhere near here." Then standing up straight and wincing, even going as far as to grab his ribs, he then said, "What do you want to know?"
Any questions about what had just happened now could be answered by the vigilante, at least as much as he knew.
@BarrenThin @FireDrake150 @T.O.M. @Kaykay @CrunchyCHEEZIT @Mighty Roman @Cromartie Sarkissian
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Slipping into the subway system led to its own set of problems. It appeared to be abandoned and gated off, but that wouldn't prove a bother for either Lucifer or Able.
Slipping inside past that, they found themselves up against a new sort of problem. The tunnels weren't an abandoned place to hide out, but rather a new problem all on its own. Three men had been posted near the entrance, and from the looks of them they were some sort of criminal element. They had tattoos running up and down their arms in kanji patterns, and each of them had a full automatic machine gun gripped firmly in they're hands, now pointed directly at them.
They weren't the real problem however. That lay a dozen yards away, mostly hidden behind a piece of rubble that had fallen from the unstable ceiling down onto the abandoned railroad tracks. A sniper lay behind there, a world class sniper by the name of Deadshot. He currently had his sights settled comfortably between Lucifer's eyes.
Any aggressive moves from the two would likely lead to Lucifer then Able being killed.
@The Silver Paladin @Melon
The archer was still unconscious, so Crichton took the time to take care of his own. Kneeling down, he looked at the shrapnel wound on the back of the dragon's back. It didn't look serious, but then again he didn't know a lot about dragon physiology. Instead of explaining why he'd rapped him on the back earlier, he just asked the dragon if he was okay. Either the kid would get why he'd had to drop them, or he wouldn't. Sink or swim, just like it had been for John all those years ago when he'd been shot through the wormhole.
Behind them, the archer was starting to wake up, though he seemed a little groggy. Idly Crichton wondered just how hard Setsuna had kicked him.
Reaching up, the archer realized his hood had slid off, so he reached up and finished the job, pulling his thin mask off. It wouldn't actually protect his identity without the hood in place. He looked at the odd group assembled here and asked the first and most pertinent question, the iconic growl in his voice gone now that his cover had been blown. "Who ar-..."
John cut him off before he had a chance to finish. "I appreciate the save back there man, but you hurt one of my friends. I'd start talking before my other friends get pissed off. They aren't as chill as me."
Bracing himself against the wall, the archer pushed himself up. His ribs hurt, but he could run if he had too, though that hadn't worked out so well before, even when he had the element of surprise.
"You probably know more than I do. You don't seem like you're from anywhere near here." Then standing up straight and wincing, even going as far as to grab his ribs, he then said, "What do you want to know?"
Any questions about what had just happened now could be answered by the vigilante, at least as much as he knew.
@BarrenThin @FireDrake150 @T.O.M. @Kaykay @CrunchyCHEEZIT @Mighty Roman @Cromartie Sarkissian
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Slipping into the subway system led to its own set of problems. It appeared to be abandoned and gated off, but that wouldn't prove a bother for either Lucifer or Able.
Slipping inside past that, they found themselves up against a new sort of problem. The tunnels weren't an abandoned place to hide out, but rather a new problem all on its own. Three men had been posted near the entrance, and from the looks of them they were some sort of criminal element. They had tattoos running up and down their arms in kanji patterns, and each of them had a full automatic machine gun gripped firmly in they're hands, now pointed directly at them.
They weren't the real problem however. That lay a dozen yards away, mostly hidden behind a piece of rubble that had fallen from the unstable ceiling down onto the abandoned railroad tracks. A sniper lay behind there, a world class sniper by the name of Deadshot. He currently had his sights settled comfortably between Lucifer's eyes.
Any aggressive moves from the two would likely lead to Lucifer then Able being killed.
@The Silver Paladin @Melon