Redemption and Dogs [SCHEME]
Apr 23, 2016 23:02:56 GMT -7
Post by Blue Jay on Apr 23, 2016 23:02:56 GMT -7
While it was Bloodbath’s attention he’d gotten, it was not the super himself who was coming after him. Instead, it was a hoard of small, red, and rather creepy blood things. Last time he checked, blood was supposed to be within the creature, not the creature itself, and as they neared, Blue Jay was liking the idea of them catching up with him less and less.
It was probably time he ran.
Blue Jay’s initial plan had been to go hide in another building that could possibly take a blow or two for him, but getting himself into a small and enclosed space was now looking a lot less like a good idea and a lot more like a good way to get himself surrounded by little blood monsters. Forgoing that plan - as well as the bluff of a piece of paper - the hero searched for replacement teleport spots.
He found a few within his range, but he also found a dog. The small and white animal had made it fairly far - out of the building and a little ways down the dock, before the goop had managed to catch it. Not strong enough to pull itself out of the sticky goo, it’d been stopped as soon as it’d hit the stuff. Blue Jay made a moment’s decision and teleported to the edge where the dog had decided it was a good place to sit down, and gave it a tug. He glanced over his shoulder to check the status of the blood army, and immediately regretted it. He gave the dog a harder tug and failed again. The little dog, who was watching him quizzically, had a fairly long fur coat that had decided it was going to make very close friends with the goop. Dogs didn’t mind bad haircuts, right?
Blue Jay was swinging at blood monsters as he gave the now abstractly cut dog the pull that would at last free it from the goop. Urgently he looked around for a spot to go. Small animal under his arm, the hero teleported, paused to look around, and teleported again. It was slower moving than he’d like (among the multitude of other things he wasn’t liking about right now), especially with the added twenty or so pounds, but his focus was entirely on getting away, and once out of the docks and that stupid goop, it would be simple to vanish into the night.
Take that Pandamonium, he’d stolen… one of your dogs. The hero hung his head at yet another failure at the hands of that red faction. At least the fight was over, and he wasn’t limping away like last time. And, while Blue Jay hadn’t stopped the smugglers and didn’t really feel any better about his heroing skill, he had gotten a dog.
It was probably time he ran.
Blue Jay’s initial plan had been to go hide in another building that could possibly take a blow or two for him, but getting himself into a small and enclosed space was now looking a lot less like a good idea and a lot more like a good way to get himself surrounded by little blood monsters. Forgoing that plan - as well as the bluff of a piece of paper - the hero searched for replacement teleport spots.
He found a few within his range, but he also found a dog. The small and white animal had made it fairly far - out of the building and a little ways down the dock, before the goop had managed to catch it. Not strong enough to pull itself out of the sticky goo, it’d been stopped as soon as it’d hit the stuff. Blue Jay made a moment’s decision and teleported to the edge where the dog had decided it was a good place to sit down, and gave it a tug. He glanced over his shoulder to check the status of the blood army, and immediately regretted it. He gave the dog a harder tug and failed again. The little dog, who was watching him quizzically, had a fairly long fur coat that had decided it was going to make very close friends with the goop. Dogs didn’t mind bad haircuts, right?
Blue Jay was swinging at blood monsters as he gave the now abstractly cut dog the pull that would at last free it from the goop. Urgently he looked around for a spot to go. Small animal under his arm, the hero teleported, paused to look around, and teleported again. It was slower moving than he’d like (among the multitude of other things he wasn’t liking about right now), especially with the added twenty or so pounds, but his focus was entirely on getting away, and once out of the docks and that stupid goop, it would be simple to vanish into the night.
Take that Pandamonium, he’d stolen… one of your dogs. The hero hung his head at yet another failure at the hands of that red faction. At least the fight was over, and he wasn’t limping away like last time. And, while Blue Jay hadn’t stopped the smugglers and didn’t really feel any better about his heroing skill, he had gotten a dog.
