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@auntie-browning - 14m||: Make her read War and Peace

This.. feels like something Abe would be interested in? Ah. A bow then, she'll keep this recommendation for.

[tetralined]

Crisp autumn winds bellowed through the ruined remains of once great cities, leaving nothing more than corpses of a vast past in its wake. Trudging through these destroyed signs of civilization, Browning ducked into the rubble, towing her ALICE pack beside while crawling under tumbled concrete and shattered glass.

It didn’t take an archeologist to assert that none of this was done by the slow and gradual decline of some grand technological empire. No, it seemed this decline was of a more…violent manner. An idea which had credence with the numerous machines of war looming around the area in a vast attempt to search for further targets.

She wasn’t going to chance it.

One rule of interdimensional travel she had learned was that not ever place was as safe as she assumed it to be. Much less if there were giant roving mechanical monstrosities patrolling vast desolate avenues of rubble. The last thing on the doll’s mind was to end up a casualty in a world outside her own…

“♪Nek' sada ratne igre prestanu jer više ničeg nema u tebi, u meni u mome srcu kiše padaju u duši veju crni snegovi-♪”

The doll mumbled to herself while crawling through the assortment of gravel and steel. She didn’t think she made too much noise, at least it was good enough to avoid the bigger monsters around…but it seems that she had taken that prudence for granted. She heard something ingress closer to her position…Were those…footsteps? She didn’t have the luxury to think about the implications yet. All she knew was there could be potential danger and she wasn’t going to let herself get killed of so easily.

With that, Browning shut her mouth, moving out of where she was crawling from and putting herself on a supine position with her 16-pound rifle in hand. Whatever mechanical monster that peered its head in, she would pump full of lead.

If that didn’t work, she would at least feel glad she didn’t let herself go down without a proper fight.

Another lousy patrol, huh? But that's the life of a Nikke, just following orders until one of the inevitable outcomes catches up with them. As it's become almost common at this point, a signal was noted not like anything they've seen before. Which, in her many experiences with them at this point? Meant something or someone was on the horizon. The sound of gunfire, all but confirming her suspicion.

So does she dart to action, given the green light to respond accordingly as the situation turned worse. And while distance from was still out of reach before what ever it is was would probably be overwhelmed-- there is at least something she can do to slow their flow. Aiming was never really her specialty all things considered. There was a reason her grenade launcher had long been a favorite over the handful she's tried. So is weapon raised, with downpour of lead fairly oppressive if she does say.

...Hopefully whomever it was had dug in over there. Given the size of those explosions, some recoil was expected. But surviving was always preferable to dying, even if by the slimmest of margins. For what it's worth, she did try to spray around the noise. Though if it was successful? Well, wait till she got closer and the smoke settles. Arms raised, for anything that might happen.

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