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  • The Ranger calmly walked to the end of car and escorted the woman back to her seat.

    She holstered Judgement and put her free hand on the woman's shoulder. The woman stopped pulling on the door and looked back at her.

    The Ranger squeezed the woman's shoulder and gently pulled her away from the door. She didn't resist - it was like all the fire had gone out of her and all she could do now was play along. The Ranger kept up eye contact with her all the way back to her seat, and when she was seated the Ranger kept looking at her as she returned to the door.Then, with an exaggerated motion, the Ranger pushed the door open, and walked out.

    As she shut the door behind her, a shadow fell over her. But when she looked up to see what was casting it, it was gone. The Ranger looked around, but there wasn't much to see besides the car in front of her and the scenery speeding by. The rattling of the carriages on the tracks drowned out all other noise. She frowned, then pulled open the door to the next passenger car.

    This one was nicer than the car behind it - more cushioning and legroom. The passengers had nicer clothes too, but that was less noteworthy than the fact that they were now all sitting on the floor with their hands over their heads.

    Seres stood in the middle of the car, waving a short spear around. There was a fresh cut on the left side of her forehead, and a modest amount of blood was running down that side of her face. She started when the Ranger stepped in, then relaxed.

    "Good, you're here," she said, then gestured at the huddled folks on the floor. "I got this bunch settled. There was one guard, a couple conductors, but none of 'em will be runnin' to the teamsters now." She stopped looking at the Ranger mid-sentence and glared around the room. None of the passengers would meet her gaze.

    The Ranger pointed to herself and held up three fingers. Seres blinked, then nodded. "You got three? Good, there should only be one more - " then she stopped, and her eyes narrowed. "Was one of 'em a scorpion-man?"

    Suddenly, a large chunk of the roof just above Seres' head slid aside. There was now a large hole in the ceiling of the car, letting in the midday sun and the racket from the train. The Ranger looked up at the gap, but before she could do more than look a noose fell down through the hole and settled on Seres' shoulders.

    Seres eyes went wide. She let go of the spear and both her hands to the rope an instant before the noose became tight around her neck. She let out a strangled scream as she was yanked up and out through the roof - and quickly, too, like she weighed nothing to whatever was on the other end of that rope.

    The Ranger ran to where Seres had stood, and caught a glimpse of something on the roof - a big leather coat, and a giant arachnid legs.

    Then there was a crash from the side of the car. An arm - Seres - had smashed through one of the windows, and now clung to the inside of the frame. The Ranger could just barely see her out there, holding herself away from the tracks, with her head still stuck in the noose.
    • The Ranger gathered her strength, the leapt up and pulled herself onto the roof of the car.
    • The Ranger dropped her weapons, pushed past the passengers to the window, and grabbed Seres' arm to pull her in.
    • The Ranger pointed Absolution through the hole in the ceiling, then fired.
    • Something else?
    Last edited by semicasual; 07-08-2018, 01:05 PM.


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    • Scorpion-man? Let's gettim!

      The Ranger gathered her strength, the leapt up and pulled herself onto the roof of the car.

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      • The Ranger gathered her strength, the leapt up and pulled herself onto the roof of the car.

        I feel the Ranger would first try and get the immediate problem ^^;


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        • Originally posted by midnightcyclist View Post
          The Ranger gathered her strength, the leapt up and pulled herself onto the roof of the car.

          I feel the Ranger would first try and get the immediate problem ^^;
          This right here.


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          • The Ranger gathered her strength, the leapt up and pulled herself onto the roof of the car.

            She got on her feet atop the swaying, rattling roof the carriage. Up here, the wind caught and pushed against her poncho like a sail, and she had to brace herself to keep her footing.

            Less than two arms length from her, there was fearsome-looking bug-beastman. He had a squat, stout human upper body with that merged into giant black scorpion's body around the thorax. Or so the Ranger assumed - a big, dark-brown coat covered most of his body, so there was some guesswork involved. The stinger that was nearly as long as she was tall poking out the back was a strong hint.

            The scorpion-man was looking over the left side of the car as she came up, squatting - insofar as scorpions could squat - low against the carriage roof and pulling on a length of rope. But he spotted her as soon as she came up, let go of the rope, and turned to face her. He had a bald, hairless, sharp-edged face with desert-brown skin, twisted into a snarl.

            And he was fast. While the Ranger was still aiming Absolution, he rushed at her, ramming into her lower body with all his weight.

            She stumbled back and almost fell head-over-heels back through the hole in the roof she'd come though. But just before she went over the edge, she caught herself on one leg and flipped herself over the gap. She landed in a crouch on the other side, raised Absolution, and fired blindly in the scorpion-man's direction.

            The wind blew hot smoke back into her eyes and her vision blurred. But she could make out movement - she had missed, or he had dodged. He was scuttling sideways, straight over the right side of the roof. His body tilted as his arachnid legs caught onto the wall the carriage, and then he crawled out of sight.

            The Ranger stood up, blinked to clear her eyes, and considered her next move.
            • She moved to the left side of the car to check on Seres.
            • She walked to the right side of the car and looked over the edge.
            • She dropped back down into the passenger car.
            • Something else?
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            For those wondering how to keep your hat on while performing combat stunts in high winds, Swifthand Ash recommends first getting a custom-made, close fitting hat, and then attaching the inside band of said hat to your hair with pins or clips.


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            • Let's see how well the bug-beastman dodges against gravity!

              She walked to the right side of the car and looked over the edge, Judgement at the ready to fire.

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              • Cautiously check on Seres. She has been having a rough time of it lately, but bug boy will hit us if we let our guard down. Approach the edge but don't face it; sideways glance down to see Seres but don't take more than a split second and don't crouch. If she is in immediate danger or worse (it is just her arm over there) we will need to rethink. If she can wait, then we chase down the scorpion-man.


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                • "She moved to the left side of the car to check on Seres"

                  Because I'm worried, dang it!


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                  • She moved to the left side of the car to check on Seres.


                    The girl was still hanging on. She had pulled in her legs and was bracing herself against the side of the car as best she could. But it looked like she wasn't going to be able to pull herself in through the window, not without loosening her grip and possibly tumbling off the train - or worse, getting dragged along the tracks. The rope still hung from her neck, trailing in the dust beside the rails.

                    The Ranger holstered her weapons, laid down on her stomach, and scooted as close to the edge as she could. Then she beat her fist against the side of the car not far over Seres' head.

                    Seres looked up. "ASH!" she shouted.

                    The Ranger pointed at the trailing rope. The youngblood glanced at it, then began pulling it in. Once she'd gathered up the slack, she awkwardly tossed the rope upwards with her free hand, and the Ranger caught it.

                    The Ranger sat up and began to pull on the rope. Seres held on to her end with one hand, and once the rope went taut she let of the window and began pulling herself up.

                    Seres had just come up over the edge and was sliding her belly onto the roof when the Ranger felt a shadow fall over her. She glanced back, and only had enough time to register a sudden, violent movement.

                    The Ranger let go of the rope and rolled sideways. A giant scorpion stinger thunked into the roof where she'd sat a second earlier and only a few feet away from Sere's head. The girl gave a start and nearly fell off the roof again. The Ranger, now lying on her back, flipped Judgement out of its holster and fired blindly over her head.

                    The scorpion-man didn't dodge this time, on account of how he was busy pulling his tail free from the carriage roof. A wave of gold sparks blew over his back, setting his coat alight. He started cursing in flametongue, screeching with a mix of rage and panic. Then he shucked the whole coat off over his head like an oversized shirt, and flung it away.

                    The Ranger took the precious seconds that bought her to regroup, rolling over again onto her feet. She began lining up Absolution for a proper shot. Seres, meanwhile, finished pulling herself onto the roof and was just getting her feet under her when the burning leather coat smacked into her. She let out a yelp and batted it aside, but it was enough to keep her off balance for just a moment longer.

                    One moment was all the scorpion man needed. Now free of his coat, the freakish join between his human and scorpion halves was plain to see, as was the inhuman shape of his spine. Without taking a step forward, the man lunged, and the Ranger's first thought was that he meant to try to get Seres with his stinger. But instead the man grabbed the rope that the Ranger had dropped, snapped back, and followed through on his momentum by hopping backwards right off the roof.

                    Seres realized what as happening, swore, and grabbed the rope with both hands an instant before it went taut and once again yanked her off her feet, this time towards the other side of the roof. The Ranger realized what was happening to and lunged to intercept her.

                    They ended up being dragged, inch by inch, towards the edge. The Ranger awkwardly grappled Seres, trying to hold her back. Seres kept pulling on the rope with both hands, trying to stop the noose from snapping her neck or choking her.

                    "Let go!" Seres snarled. "Let go!"
                    • The Ranger loosened her grip just enough to bring Absolution to bear, put the tip of the barrel against the rope above Seres' neck, and fired.
                    • The Ranger took Seres' words as a command and released her.
                    • The Ranger let go with one hand so she could put her fingers to her mouth and whistle.
                    • Something else?
                    Last edited by semicasual; 07-20-2018, 10:21 PM.


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                    • "The Ranger let go with one hand so she could put her fingers to her mouth and whistle."

                      Who's a good lizard? Who's a good boy?


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                      • Originally posted by midnightcyclist View Post
                        "The Ranger let go with one hand so she could put her fingers to her mouth and whistle."

                        Who's a good lizard? Who's a good boy?
                        omg, I always vote King.


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                        • Originally posted by midnightcyclist View Post
                          "The Ranger let go with one hand so she could put her fingers to her mouth and whistle."

                          Who's a good lizard? Who's a good boy?
                          Gods damn it, I can't not do this one now.


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                          • Originally posted by midnightcyclist View Post
                            "The Ranger let go with one hand so she could put her fingers to her mouth and whistle."

                            Who's a good lizard? Who's a good boy?

                            Yes, time for King to return to the fray!

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                            • The Ranger let go with one hand so she could put her fingers to her mouth and whistle.

                              Her shrill trilling was carried on the wind and instant before she lost her grip on Seres. The girl was pulled from her grasp and over the side, cursing all the way. The Ranger fell on her stomach and narrowly managed to avoid sliding off the carriage herself. But from where she lay, she could see the scorpion-man clinging to the side of the train with six inhuman legs, hauling on the rope like a fisherman pulling in a catch.

                              Seres tried and failed to grab him as she tumbled down. Instead, she crashed down into the dusty trail alongside the track and began rolling away. The scorpion-man released the rope at last, leaving Seres to fall further and further behind.

                              The Ranger watched her go until she was nearly swallowed by the fog of dust the train left in its wake. When she was almost out of sight, the Ranger finally saw King, sprinting towards Seres on his back legs. He fell on all fours as he got close, slowing to a canter. Seres got to her feet, grabbed onto him as he passed, and clung to the saddle as he began to pick up speed again.

                              The Ranger shook herself. They weren't done yet.
                              • Still lying down, she pointed absolution over the side and tried to blast the scorpion-man off.
                              • She got to her feet and began running down the carriage roof towards the rear of the train.
                              • She pulled herself back from the edge, rolled into a defensive crouch, and waited.
                              • Something else?
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                              Short one this week - I may do two next week to compensate.
                              Last edited by semicasual; 07-28-2018, 10:54 PM.


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                              • How can I resist the cool look of an over-the-shoulder shot!


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