New Pork City
Aug. 17th, 2013 03:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pullsneedlesWith a great KSSSSSSSSH! the limo lands at the entrance of Master Porky's neon haven, New Pork City. The streets are lined with lively distractions and familiar faces, the people of Tazmily bustling about at the cinema or the arcade.
Boney nudges his owner's hand with his nose, giving him a comforting lick. Kumatora puts a hand near her eyes, scanning the area. Duster fiddles with a wall staple, itching to move but wanting to stay still.
Lucas soaks it all in, frowning faintly.
Where to?
Boney nudges his owner's hand with his nose, giving him a comforting lick. Kumatora puts a hand near her eyes, scanning the area. Duster fiddles with a wall staple, itching to move but wanting to stay still.
Lucas soaks it all in, frowning faintly.
Where to?
Re: The Story
Date: 2013-10-26 08:25 pm (UTC)Re: The Story
Date: 2013-10-26 08:39 pm (UTC)He shoulders his bomb bag and watches the fight impassively, wondering if he should sketch it out while he has the chance. Well, there are always the flash bangs, he thinks. Blinding him could work.
"Eyes!" he shouts, and flings two below and in front of where Fassad hovers.
Re: The Story
Date: 2013-10-26 08:44 pm (UTC)Re: The Story
Date: 2013-10-26 08:54 pm (UTC)With everyone shielding their eyes, Lucas supplements the flash bangs with his PSI.
Fassad didn't see it coming.
And from the looks of things, he won't see anything coming ever again.
Some feeble honks emit from his crushed trumpets and he stumbles through the air and lands face down in the sewer water.
Lucas, Duster, Kumatora, and Boney all still, each half-expecting him to fly up again.
Re: The Story
Date: 2013-10-26 08:57 pm (UTC)Now she stands, looking over her shoulder at the fallen Fassad. Then she shuts her eyes again before opening them, standing properly and turning to her friends.
"Well done, guys."