Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 3: Sanctuary/Ark
11-21-2009, 08:13 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
Mike turned to stare at where the first firecracker went off, then reeled around to notice the second.
After the third, well, his instincts told him that they were harmless.
Guessing Itzal really didn't want to harm the unkown blimp like attachment, Mike dropped off of the rigging backwards, the vectors absorbing the impact from the drop to the deck.
Itzal's hand fell upon the door handle, and quickly turned it around. The door opened silently and he quickly moved inside, shuting the door behind him. In front of him were a set of stairs that dropped onto the deck. The wooden walls around him bore strange markings, sketches and writing that he could not contemplate the meaning of.
Some of them look like wildlife, but without any knowledge of such alien markings they held little insight to whom had built the ship.
Further down the deck, another door stood. This one darker in color, and thicker too. He strolled up to it, and saw that a bar had been lowered over it, securing whatever lay inside.
He raised his hand to lift the bar, when a creaking sound reverbrated through the ship. He stayed his hand, something felt off here.
Mike shot a hole through the door Itzal had just used with the shotgun, and kicked it open. He saw Itzal, hand outstretched to the barred door.
He had heard the creak, and followed the sound. Now, he could hear more.
After had shot, more noises had began to eminate from behind the door. Sounds of scratching, movement. Mike and Itzal were not the only ones on this boat.
For once, Mike had nothing to say. He struggled to think of any compromise to the situation.
"... Right," He finally said, "Looks like we got company. And you got no exit's, unluss you wanna blow a hole though the walls an' get out that way. But, I suggest you let me open that door. Who knows what the hell's in there. What have ya got to lose? Just stay out of my way and you won't die. My curiosity is overpowering the bastards in my head. Move aside" He gestured to Itzal, cocked his gun and re-slung it over his shoulder.
As a side note, he clicked the safety on his sidearm, to prove he ment a small token of honesty.
Mike turned to stare at where the first firecracker went off, then reeled around to notice the second.
After the third, well, his instincts told him that they were harmless.
Guessing Itzal really didn't want to harm the unkown blimp like attachment, Mike dropped off of the rigging backwards, the vectors absorbing the impact from the drop to the deck.
Itzal's hand fell upon the door handle, and quickly turned it around. The door opened silently and he quickly moved inside, shuting the door behind him. In front of him were a set of stairs that dropped onto the deck. The wooden walls around him bore strange markings, sketches and writing that he could not contemplate the meaning of.
Some of them look like wildlife, but without any knowledge of such alien markings they held little insight to whom had built the ship.
Further down the deck, another door stood. This one darker in color, and thicker too. He strolled up to it, and saw that a bar had been lowered over it, securing whatever lay inside.
He raised his hand to lift the bar, when a creaking sound reverbrated through the ship. He stayed his hand, something felt off here.
Mike shot a hole through the door Itzal had just used with the shotgun, and kicked it open. He saw Itzal, hand outstretched to the barred door.
He had heard the creak, and followed the sound. Now, he could hear more.
After had shot, more noises had began to eminate from behind the door. Sounds of scratching, movement. Mike and Itzal were not the only ones on this boat.
For once, Mike had nothing to say. He struggled to think of any compromise to the situation.
"... Right," He finally said, "Looks like we got company. And you got no exit's, unluss you wanna blow a hole though the walls an' get out that way. But, I suggest you let me open that door. Who knows what the hell's in there. What have ya got to lose? Just stay out of my way and you won't die. My curiosity is overpowering the bastards in my head. Move aside" He gestured to Itzal, cocked his gun and re-slung it over his shoulder.
As a side note, he clicked the safety on his sidearm, to prove he ment a small token of honesty.