by The Kingpin » Mon Aug 09, 2010 2:17 am
the jet suddenly began to shimmer, going pale, frozen by the Wyvern. the Wyvern flipped over the slowly descending jet, an unholy smash tearing out above, it's spear tipped, spiked tail slamming into the frozen aircraft and ripping the entire jet in half, small ice crystals and shards of broken, frozen metal raining down to the ground below amidst the two chunks of frozen metal, a low snarl coming from the creature as it looked down at the human. it's hawk-like eyesight saw humans further below, in the town below. with a smirk, the Wyvern roared, before turning away from them. he'd give them time to recover before he continued his hunt....stalking was always his favourite part of a hunt...
with a shudder and a low roar, the range rover came to life, it's engine revving lowly in the garage. "Woo! we're in business again, mates!" called Mike to the others. Jake walked out of the building with a few only mildly dusty rags, duct tape and a bottle of whiskey. "Lovely. got me that drink" said Max as he reached for the bottle, Jake pulling it out of reach before he got ahold of it. "Sorry man. that's for the big bloody hole in your leg. if there's some left afterwards you can have it" said Jake as he crouched down, Max grumbling. Jake proceeded to pull the trouser leg up away from the wound, a hissing wince coming from Max as a result of the aggrevation to his injury. "This is gonna sting a bit" said the man, as he opened the bottle, tipping a bit of it's contents onto the wound, Max gritting his teeth, stifling a groan of pain as the alcohol worked on the injury. Jake then used one of the rags to dry up the excess, and proceeded to wrap the leg with the other rags, holding them together with liberal amounts of duct tape. once it was done, Max grabbed the bottle, downing half of it in a single swig. Jake stared at him somewhat surprised. "After that....i think i deserved a reward" said Max with a smirk. Jake simply chuckled. "Oi! if yer done with yer little tea party will you get yer arses over here before that...that thing finds us again?" called Mike from the range rover, having just come back from searching the cottage, some tins of food in hand and a couple of bottles of water. "hey guys...looks like we aren't the only ones going through hell....look" said Max, pointing towards the sky not far from them. two chunks of what seemed like halves of a plane seemed to be lazily plummeting towards the ground, glittering in the late afternoon light, as a distance away, a small spot that looked like it could be a chair, floated towards the ground, attached to a parachute. "We'd better get moving...poor ******* deserves to be helped at least...it's our fault he's in this mess" said Mike as he tossed the supplies he had gathered into the boot of the range rover, closing the boot door behind it and leaping into the driver's seat, as Max was helped in by Jake, the range rover rolling out of the garage and towards the ejected pilot...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG