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fandomtownies2013-12-14 07:10 pm
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Yet another part of the Preserve, Up a Tree, Early Saturday Morning
(OOC: yes, I meant to post this way earlier)
The whole way down to his apartment to get his camera and back, Mike had debated whether to get some backup for the crazy alien's stupid request. On the one hand, there was dangerous shit out there and it would be stupid to go alone. On the other, there wasn't anyone he'd trust to not scare the animals away. Besides, taking covert photos of dangerous characters was one of the things he was really good at. In the end, he decided that surveillance was a one-man job.
That had been a huge mistake.
The nature walk had begun well -- He'd quickly come across what looked like a flamingo walking around on two arms that were so huge that its legs didn't touch the ground. It was also glowing PURPLE, which gave Mike confidence that the things would be easy to find and he could be in and out before the light faded for the evening. Honestly, the poor bird looked more confused than Mike was.
Near the dot on the map, he'd climbed a tree, screwed a low-light telephoto lens on the camera, and waited.
He got some good pictures of dog-like things with heads that split open in a really disgusting way -- and a tiny glowing squirrel whose head split open the same way, which started harassing the bigger creatures.
As the sun went down, a huge glowing monstrosity with four arms like the flamingo's, the head of a deer, and a tiny hat wandered nearby. Mike took a few pictures, and then pulled out one of the high-powered guns he'd gotten from the vending machine. Something that big, he didn't want to take any chances.
Before he could do anything, though, the tree shook so hard it was all he could to hang on to the trunk for dear life. His camera was strapped to his wrist, but his gun fell into the leaves below. Two big four-armed creatures -- similar to the glowing one, but without the deer's head -- had jumped past the tree he was in, landed on the glowing one, and ripped it to shreds.
He'd missed the action shot of them catching their prey, but he was able to get plenty of pictures of them, and their small pup, because they bedded down for the night underneath his tree. On top of his gun.
This was the point where backup would have been nice.
He still had his 9mm, but doubted it would do much against the things below him. Even after they fell asleep he couldn't climb down without stepping on them. Jumping from branch to branch to get to the next tree was NOT going to happen. There really wasn't much he could do but stay as still as possible, hope they didn't look up, and wait for them to leave.
So that was where he still was. At some point the bullymongs would leave, and then he'd get the hell out of the Preserve.
The whole way down to his apartment to get his camera and back, Mike had debated whether to get some backup for the crazy alien's stupid request. On the one hand, there was dangerous shit out there and it would be stupid to go alone. On the other, there wasn't anyone he'd trust to not scare the animals away. Besides, taking covert photos of dangerous characters was one of the things he was really good at. In the end, he decided that surveillance was a one-man job.
That had been a huge mistake.
The nature walk had begun well -- He'd quickly come across what looked like a flamingo walking around on two arms that were so huge that its legs didn't touch the ground. It was also glowing PURPLE, which gave Mike confidence that the things would be easy to find and he could be in and out before the light faded for the evening. Honestly, the poor bird looked more confused than Mike was.
Near the dot on the map, he'd climbed a tree, screwed a low-light telephoto lens on the camera, and waited.
He got some good pictures of dog-like things with heads that split open in a really disgusting way -- and a tiny glowing squirrel whose head split open the same way, which started harassing the bigger creatures.
As the sun went down, a huge glowing monstrosity with four arms like the flamingo's, the head of a deer, and a tiny hat wandered nearby. Mike took a few pictures, and then pulled out one of the high-powered guns he'd gotten from the vending machine. Something that big, he didn't want to take any chances.
Before he could do anything, though, the tree shook so hard it was all he could to hang on to the trunk for dear life. His camera was strapped to his wrist, but his gun fell into the leaves below. Two big four-armed creatures -- similar to the glowing one, but without the deer's head -- had jumped past the tree he was in, landed on the glowing one, and ripped it to shreds.
He'd missed the action shot of them catching their prey, but he was able to get plenty of pictures of them, and their small pup, because they bedded down for the night underneath his tree. On top of his gun.
This was the point where backup would have been nice.
He still had his 9mm, but doubted it would do much against the things below him. Even after they fell asleep he couldn't climb down without stepping on them. Jumping from branch to branch to get to the next tree was NOT going to happen. There really wasn't much he could do but stay as still as possible, hope they didn't look up, and wait for them to leave.
So that was where he still was. At some point the bullymongs would leave, and then he'd get the hell out of the Preserve.