-Travis slides down her body and does a kicking jump off her tummy, landing on the roof-
Hup-!...Ooooh no you DON'T-...
-He dashes for the trailer-
-Goodness, Twitch, these don't feel like goggles at all. It feels....papery.-
-Papery and kind of stick- -
-UHP shit you just got grabbed by the collar and hoisted up-
Get your STINKIN' hands off my stuff.
Akane stood out in the woods, in a makeshift camp.
Radio at the ready, she spoke into it, rattling off some string of sort of pseudo-science terms to some operator, relaying information and signing off appropriately.
Settling the transceiver back into its cradle, she watched a patch of air in the clearing, somewhat hazy and ill-defined, like a strangely-placed heat wave in the night...
[forum cryptid: it/it's]Stink up your own god damn property, rat!
-He rips the Mysterious Papery Material out of his clawed rat hands....-
-A HEAVE AND A HO AND OUT THE DO'-
-He walks out after him, shutting (and locking) the trailer door behind him and looking up at Laura-
Nobody told me this place had a giant fuckin' rat problem....
edited 29th Sep '17 10:08:19 PM by MacDuffy
"Testing, testing, earth to Kansy, do you read me?"
The voice in Akane's helmet communications came from the woman sitting at a table on the othe side of the portal, carefully reassembling a freshly-cleaned handgun. Slotting a clip into the gun, she stood up and holstered it, running through her last checks to make sure her equipment was functional. She walked to stare at an identical shimmer in the air, pausing five feet in front of it.
edited 29th Sep '17 11:16:20 PM by 4maskwolf

-That freak rat is crawling into your trailer, Travis-
-Oh god he's gonna get his stench on everything-
Hmm hmm...
Deer