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fandomtownies2018-12-20 12:02 pm
texted3times) wrote in fandomtownies2018-12-20 12:02 pm
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Devil's Nest [Thursday around noon]
In addition to being a 2000-year-old vampire, Eric was a Viking, which meant that modern conveniences like "indoor heating" and "running water" were nice, but not essential. Plus, well, vampire. It wasn't like he was ever really going to warm up.
But property damage was another problem entirely. He stood in the doorway of the bar, fangs out and blood dripping from his ears from being awake during the day as he watched a couple of snow monsters tear apart the generator.
"TINY," he roared, "KILLLLLL THEM."
Which was when his dying phone beeped with a text from said bartender, who had called in "don't wanna" from work today.
"Just you wait until the sun goes down, assholess," Eric snarled.
The snow monsters didn't seem all that concerned.
[OOC: Open, sure. I think I'm hilarious.
But property damage was another problem entirely. He stood in the doorway of the bar, fangs out and blood dripping from his ears from being awake during the day as he watched a couple of snow monsters tear apart the generator.
"TINY," he roared, "KILLLLLL THEM."
Which was when his dying phone beeped with a text from said bartender, who had called in "don't wanna" from work today.
"Just you wait until the sun goes down, assholess," Eric snarled.
The snow monsters didn't seem all that concerned.
[OOC: Open, sure. I think I'm hilarious.
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Beau came pelting down the street in front of the Devil's Nest, scratches on her arms and blood dripping from her nose, pursued by three snow monsters and looking absolutely delighted at this turn of events. Her staff was in her off hand, and in the other was... a carrot that might have been some hapless snowman's nose a little while ago.
"COME GET SOME, ASSHOLES!" she bellowed, and threw the carrot with surprising force so that it pierced right through a snow monster's face.
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Eric was apparently getting kind of desperate but not "catching on fire" desperate yet.
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"Uh, hell yeah, dude!" She clubbed a snow monster's head off its shoulders with a couple of quick staff strikes. "Just point me in the right direction!"
One of the other snow monsters took advantage of her eagerness to clock her solidly across the jaw, and she spun to face it with a toothy (not the fangy kind of toothy though) grin. "See, this is what I'm talking about," she said, and just started whaling on it.
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As he said that, said generator made a pained noise and the Devil's Nest plunged into darkness. Eric cursed.
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She maybe skidded on the loose snow for a bit as she careened around the corner. Shh. The snow monsters, after a moment, went after her.
It was about another ten minutes before she returned, sporting several new cuts and bruises but looking... almost relaxed.
"Yeah, that bunch is toast but I think your generator's already just trashed, man."
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“No free drinks then, huh? Damn,” she said, grimacing, because what was this concept known as sympathy? “I mean, I tried, but it’s real slippery out here.”
Half speed movement on difficult terrain and all.
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Oh. There were those snow monsters, back and apparently kind of vengeful, if one of them lunging at Beau and leaving several puncture wounds in her arm was any indication.
“The fuck, dude? Come on! Really?”
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He was so annoyed that he couldn't move.
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Her, clearly.
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Beau got another punch in the face for taking the time to double-take at that.
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who was probably still around twenty years later, the bastard.But you know what, in between the cold and the way it was going to get really hard to keep a grip on her staff if she kept bleeding . . .
“Gaaaah, fuck it, fine,” she growled, and risked a couple more hits from the snow monsters before she ran for the relative safety of the Devil’s Nest.
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She was, in fact, being as careful as she ever got about keeping her arm wrapped in her cloak so she didn't bleed all over the carpet. Old habits.
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"Eric?" He ran up. "Everything okay?"
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He stalked around the bar to blast apart a few snowmonsters.
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...Probably no good way to test that, though.
Peter could hear someone yelling in the not-too-distance as Beau went after the things, but others had come around meanwhile, and Peter took a few moments to slice them in half and while they were briefly stymied, blast them with heat.
The puddles weren't moving, but they also probably weren't doing the already-ruined generator any favors. Peter kept going until they were steam, but he had no idea what to do with a ruined generator.
He came back around the front, slicing and blasting one last straggler before grimacing apologetically at Eric. "They're gone, but so's the generator. Unless you keep a mechanic on call?"
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He suspected Eric didn't, but he wasn't going to assume.
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