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re_alignment_logs2014-06-18 07:01 am
thankyou4myheart) wrote in re_alignment_logs2014-06-18 07:01 am
Routine patrol [CLOSED]
WHO: Deckard, Gunmax
WHERE: Edge of Haven, facing the Badlands
WHEN: Sometime after this conversation
WHAT: Routine patroland probably getting their asses handed to them
WARNINGS: Gunmax? XD
NOTES: Sorry, Ryo! Had this written two days ago but kept forgetting to post orz
Deckard stood just within the edge of Haven, waiting for his teammate. Gazing out over the bleak landscape on the other side of the ridge, he could pick out what he'd been told was the border of the Badlands. Standing this close, he could see why people were so leery of it – he could feel the dark tug in his mind, Prima's bright white Glyph burning in stark contrast to the black and yellow stripes on his shoulder. He'd never ventured out there, but he'd been told the stories of encounters by those who had. Thundercracker, for one, had had quite a bit to say about what lay out there.
For the time being, though, Deckard didn't care what lay out there so much as what could come in here. Giant mechanical centipede things and other twisted horrors were far from unknown. It was one of the duties of the Haven Police – and inherently, of the Brave Police in particular – to keep them from getting far and hurting anyone.
Frowning, Deckard checked his ammo stock while he waited for the biker cop. Damn, what he wouldn't give sometimes for J-Decker.
WHERE: Edge of Haven, facing the Badlands
WHEN: Sometime after this conversation
WHAT: Routine patrol
WARNINGS: Gunmax? XD
NOTES: Sorry, Ryo! Had this written two days ago but kept forgetting to post orz
Deckard stood just within the edge of Haven, waiting for his teammate. Gazing out over the bleak landscape on the other side of the ridge, he could pick out what he'd been told was the border of the Badlands. Standing this close, he could see why people were so leery of it – he could feel the dark tug in his mind, Prima's bright white Glyph burning in stark contrast to the black and yellow stripes on his shoulder. He'd never ventured out there, but he'd been told the stories of encounters by those who had. Thundercracker, for one, had had quite a bit to say about what lay out there.
For the time being, though, Deckard didn't care what lay out there so much as what could come in here. Giant mechanical centipede things and other twisted horrors were far from unknown. It was one of the duties of the Haven Police – and inherently, of the Brave Police in particular – to keep them from getting far and hurting anyone.
Frowning, Deckard checked his ammo stock while he waited for the biker cop. Damn, what he wouldn't give sometimes for J-Decker.