Lita went back to leading the way through the footpath, sliding her wand out of her holster in her sleeve slowly, as she walked, not facing Clark. She'd probably need an alohomora, or some dispell to be able to get in.
Give a man a fish, feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, you can't sell him fish anymore.Alex understandably hit the deck as well when the shots rang out, and followed Warren in a crouch until Warren mentioned his plan. Then, a thought occurred. "Wait, what if they're just shooting because they think we might be hostiles? We told them to be on alert after all" Alex mentioned, then looked around, a plan coming to mind.
He made a hand motion to Warren to keep moving ahead, then suddenly stood and ran off perpendicular to the direction they had been moving. Once he was well clear of the squad, he stopped and yelled in the direction the rounds had come from, "don't shoot! Friendlies!" Then, just in case, he immediately followed this up with a sideways dodge roll into a crouch.
You are reading this.Otis ANGB
Ruadhrí pushed up slowly, only slightly ahead of Warren. He'd never been in a swamp before, but it seemed to be the malformed lovechild of a forest and a bog.
Pushing the thoughts of that time he lost his pants in a bog during a school trip out of his mind, he kept his rifle aimed forward, ready to fire if Alex was fired upon.
edited 25th Apr '13 10:46:04 AM by GeekCodeRed
Olivia followed along at a careful distance, wishing she had some nice, easy way of asking her partner just what in the name of Providence did he think he was doing? However, lacking that, she decided to see for herself, and hope for the best.
She was probably overthinking things, yes. But it felt nice to be needed, even if the person that needed you really needed you to blow a hole in their stomach for the good of the normal population of Earth. But still, it was being needed.
I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts.Catalonia
Now the haze lay all around Clark and Lita, blurred and shimmering like the layer of air above a desert, as they advanced, and a confusing melange of scents brushed by: scorched sand and cinnamon, and for a whispered heartbeat the sharp scent of hot metal and the nauseating burnt-diesel smoke of the Romanian highway, before the scents disappeared as though snatched away by a breeze, though the air was deathly still. The morning was cool but the heat was suddenly heavy and oppressive, and in Lita's ears there seemed to be a low-pitched roar just below the threshold of hearing. Simultaneously Clark's radio crackled briefly but quietly with static like the half-heard fragments of speech, drowned to indistinctness by distance.
Olivia's radio crackled, too, whispering a burst of unrecognizable syllables. Though the odd shimmering air that Clark and Lita had walked into had no indication of wind, the dust of their footsteps rising straight into the air, a stiff crossbreeze had kicked up around her. Brown dust rose twisting into the air in a dozen places, dust devils scudding to and fro.
"Garza, stop," Lita heard, in her ear, Karla's voice again. "Stop. Get back to the valley edge. Now." Almost without realizing it she was a dozen paces in the haze, and the stone of the quarry floor a foot ahead of her was covered in a glassy-smooth reflective of a vast, still lake. Another glimpse revealed it to be a mirage.
Charlie Stross's cheerful, optimistic predictions for 2017, part one of three.Lita grabbed Clark's hand off of her shoulder and broke into a sprint, back the way they'd come. After they were far back enough, she pressed her back against a tree and let herself breathe heavily. She was shiverig slightly. Something was wrong. Really wrong.
That smell... That feeling of...
She shut her eyes, and focused on her breathing. Gods. Small gods. Devils, maybe. She was out of her depth, and no natural talent would help her through. Gods.
What the hell was up with that place?
edited 1st May '13 7:54:13 AM by Faramir
Give a man a fish, feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, you can't sell him fish anymore.Olivia almost jumped three feet in the air when her radio suddenly entered Creepy Whispering Mode. She didn't sign up for this.
Well, okay. She did. But it still didn't make it any less terrifying. All she wanted to do was shoot someone and go home, not deal with this supernatural garbage. Broken bones and lots of blood. That was her area of expertise. Not ectoplasm and whatever the hell magical people bled.
I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts.Olivia had had enough. She was on edge, extremely uncomfortable, and eager to get the whole damn thing over with and go home. Clark had had his time, now it was time for her to do things her way.
Using the darkness, she did her best to creep behind Lita, wondering if wizards could sense their immediate surroundings. She certainly hoped not.
I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts.Lita frowned.
"It was like...Getting inside a big bear's cave. And the bear is huge and has superpowers and can eat you in one bite. And waking it is a really bad idea—It... I don't know, it just..." She looked down, scared.
"Can you please tell whoever it is with the gun to stop it? They're making me nervous."
Give a man a fish, feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, you can't sell him fish anymore."Do I have to quote Shylock now?" Lita asked with a cringe, shying away from the gun.
"Also, massive jerk move not tellling me she's here after I started freaking out for having heard something." She added pointedly. "Price just went up to a chocolate lava cookie. With ice cream."
edited 2nd May '13 8:59:28 AM by Faramir
Give a man a fish, feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, you can't sell him fish anymore.

"Yeah." Lita said. "It's right over there."
Give a man a fish, feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, you can't sell him fish anymore.