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lucetilogs2013-03-21 01:10 pm
rather_be_surfing) wrote in lucetilogs2013-03-21 01:10 pm
Do we compare battle scars or....?
Who: Derek (rather_be_surfing) and Natasha (widows_kiss)
What: Playing with Vampires
When: Today, until they got bored or something
Where: The battledome
Summary: Derek is doing his usual daily vampire hunting exercises. Natasha joins in
Rating: Shouldn't be more than PG-13, and that mostly for violence.
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It's morning, he's had his coffee, and he's eaten something and taken a jog. It's become routine, and in some way, echoes the one he had at home when he wasn't on a job. It gave him focus, a sense of purpose, even though he's been mostly courting uneasiness and restlessness since he's arrived.
His leg has gotten better as he's slipped back into an exercise regime. It feels good, especially after two months more or less in bed. He's not sure how long it'll take for the feeling to wear off. But for right now, it's great and worth relishing.
The program he puts in is a little more complicated; with strength coming back, he's up to something a little more vigorous than a 'safe' daytime hunt. When the scenario comes up, it's early morning, before the sun is ready to rise. It's a small town, the streets abandoned as the residents huddle in their homes. Not too far from the outskirts is a mineshaft--the most likely source of the vampires for this little game.
And occasionally there's movement in the shadows.
Once the scene is loaded, Derek will start down the center of the main street, waiting to see if the simulation had programmed to attack...or make him flush out his quarry.
rather_be_surfing) and Natasha (widows_kiss)What: Playing with Vampires
When: Today, until they got bored or something
Where: The battledome
Summary: Derek is doing his usual daily vampire hunting exercises. Natasha joins in
Rating: Shouldn't be more than PG-13, and that mostly for violence.
.
It's morning, he's had his coffee, and he's eaten something and taken a jog. It's become routine, and in some way, echoes the one he had at home when he wasn't on a job. It gave him focus, a sense of purpose, even though he's been mostly courting uneasiness and restlessness since he's arrived.
His leg has gotten better as he's slipped back into an exercise regime. It feels good, especially after two months more or less in bed. He's not sure how long it'll take for the feeling to wear off. But for right now, it's great and worth relishing.
The program he puts in is a little more complicated; with strength coming back, he's up to something a little more vigorous than a 'safe' daytime hunt. When the scenario comes up, it's early morning, before the sun is ready to rise. It's a small town, the streets abandoned as the residents huddle in their homes. Not too far from the outskirts is a mineshaft--the most likely source of the vampires for this little game.
And occasionally there's movement in the shadows.
Once the scene is loaded, Derek will start down the center of the main street, waiting to see if the simulation had programmed to attack...or make him flush out his quarry.
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The hilt of her dagger is blunt enough and she'd rather not relinquish her handhold on it, in case they were rushed again. Her eyes give one more sweep of her surroundings before she bends and starts to work on the bodies strewn around them.
"How much of a breather do you think they'll give us?"
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Derek kneels next to one of his kills, already lining up stake and hammer. It takes one steady, swift 'thock', and the stake is through the chest and into the ground under the vampire.
"Usually one this big would have swarmed us. Judging by the lack of activity though--" pause, kneel, place, hit,"--looks like they're going to make us go after them and try to wear us down that way. Wait until we're tired and start making mistakes."
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He smiles a little, "That, and the master hasn't shown yet. These are just the goons."
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The fact that he faced things like this back home on a regular basis was impressive.
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He stands up straight, done with the last of his own kills.
"...that'll all be easier said than done, but you get the idea. Hold onto who you are and what you're doing."
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The area still seems quiet, abandoned.
"Looks like we'll have to dig."
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Derek will re-pocket his own weapons for the moment, starting forward.
"We'll start at the perimeter, work in. Watch for disturbed ground, too."
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"Tracks, you mean?"
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"Disturbed dirt. Like flat graves."
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