#hopelessprotector

[xladythiefnori-blog]

"You can't just shoot your way out of this." (sorry if this sent twice, my internet is getting woozy)

Nori stared, the gun in her hands, then at the creature ahead, “oh and why’s that?” she asked. Her eyes flashed, “my uncle always said shoot what you don’t know. That eliminates the possibility of it turning around and killing you.”

hopelessprotector

[maskedbydarkness-blog]

@hopelessprotector

     You’ve seem to have found yourself in a spot of trouble once again.

     This world was...fairly new, was it not? New to you, at least, and not      one that needed any of your help, for the most part. However, what it      did need was documentation, for as it seemed familiar you did not have      any records of your own on what it was. So, you don your ink-black cloak,      your weapons being your words and, of course, magic, and set off towards      the new world.

     But as it was, this world was filled with enemies of all sorts, and you find      yourself trading blows with a fairly formidable beast- a crow of some sorts,      taller than you by a fair amount, whose magic is on par with your own.

     And while you are busy enough dodging the floor tiles that seemed to almost      explode with enough energy to take you out easily, you don’t notice the new      character coming up behind you and your adversary.

[technicolordrift]

@hopelessprotector​:

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The bullet had been thoroughly unexpected, and for a moment Red still stood there, hand still lifted in the greeting she had intended to give him, only a step backwards and a blossoming neon pink blot on her chest indicating that the projectile had hit at all.

Then the drifter staggered, ramming her sword in the ground to help her stay on her feet while her drone worriedly beeped around her head, and slowly lifted a gloved hand to gingerly touch the edge of the hole, hissing softly in pain through the helmet.

“Is that…how you greet..a friend..?” Red questioned with what sounded almost like a pained, but soft and audible laugh. She didn’t blame him. At least he still had the health to have reflexes like that…. With another groan she forced herself to press a finger into the wound to see how deep it had gone, then pulled away, sighing softly. She’d survive, for now. Unfortunately she had just lately run out of med-boxes. The drone firmly beeped at her to indicate that she needed to heal.

“Does that gift of yours come with…a recipe or at least a health pack..?”

He hastily apologized, rushing forward. His own Sprite hovered around him, beeping gently itself, as if trying to get him to calm down and keep a cool head. Which he currently needed - he almost stumbled when his feet stepped on a loose stone.

The gun caught on his foot and skittered away to hide underneath a seemingly innocent plant. If it turned out to be one of the mini bombs later, he’d deal with it.

“S-sorry.” he said, kneeling down so as to get on her level. “I thought...you were one of those.Things.” The wound didn’t seem too deep, but if left unchecked...

The Sprite floated over obligingly, and materialised one of the three health kits he had left, dropping it in his hands. “Do you want me to help you, or?” The various encounters of Red he had didn’t tell him much, although he gathered that she would have had a streak of pride stemming from independence.

[technicolordrift]

📹 (fingerpistols)

📹 for me to use a line from my favorite movie as a starter (I have no favorite movie.)

“I just missed your heart…” he said, dropping the pistol. It landed on the floor with a oddly hollow clunk.

He had been so jumpy, trying to dodge around the plant beasts without getting his head or arm taken off while he dealt blows to those creatures, and when he had heard a noise, he just brought up his firearm and shot at the source once and whirled around to see Red standing there.

Oh no.