① ＩＮＤＵＳＴＲＩＡＬ ＺＯＮＥ :: closed to soldier76 Being blown away by a teleporter is definitely something new. Disoriented and confused, he remains as still as possible to regain his proper thoughts and billows out black smoke in thick rolling curls by his feet, like he’s breathing out heavily. Fortunately, he’d taken the tarp he found in the car and made sure all his shit was strapped to his person. Even though the damn bazooka only has one measly round in it, it’s better than no weapon at all. The other items he’d received… er, well, he’s not even entirely sure what they are. He didn’t have much time to look them over. All he knew is that one was heavy, like a book, and the others were some sort of syringe pack. Contents unknown for now.
Better take a look. While it’s definitely a dark and eerie place he’d ended up in, it’s quiet enough that he can still be on the alert for any sounds that approach. He grips the edge of the heavy item first, pulling it out of the tarp just enough to read the title on the front.
“My First Death Arena.”
How fucking cute. Silently, he shoves it back in and takes out the syringe set instead. Health enzymes? Seems useful enough, but he figures it’ll definitely help if he takes a lot of damage. While his body does regenerate over time and quicker than a normal human being, danger doesn’t wait for anyone.
Suddenly, the loud creaking sounds of gears shifting and metal shrieking jar him out of his thoughts. Swiftly, he moves off to the side and presses up against a steel beam. Slinging the tarp over his shoulder, he concentrates his focus on his lower body to ghost over to a wall by a heavy looking door, trying to pinpoint the source of the noise. Unfortunately, it’s all echoes in here, the sound bouncing off all the numerous walls and floors and ceilings.
② ＮＯＣＴＵＲＮＡＬ ＺＯＮＥ :: open to all It's the first form of shelter he spots, the entrance to a cave or something, as he'd been dodging traps left and right while running through the urban district. It's not long until he realizes he's not in a city anymore (and narrowly escaping a trap infused with crackling electricity snapping at his heels), and inside a dark cavern. It's an abrupt change of scenery, but it's quiet- almost peacefully so- as he mists through the tunnels at a cautious pace.
He's good at keeping quiet, and the fact that he can keep his feet from touching the floor by turning it into smoke gives him an extra advantage. Basically, anyone in the near vicinity of him will ping his radar, but he won't let them see his reaction to them. If they could see him at all. He's pretty much a floating mask at this point, what with how dim the lighting is inside the cavern and with how much black he wears, on top of the fact that he's actually highly trained in stealth.
The entire cave will be deathly silent until you make your move, stranger. He'll only react once the other party realizes he's here and either A) Shriek, B) Strike him, or C) Run. Maybe your character does something completely different?
≫ time to die
Being blown away by a teleporter is definitely something new. Disoriented and confused, he remains as still as possible to regain his proper thoughts and billows out black smoke in thick rolling curls by his feet, like he’s breathing out heavily. Fortunately, he’d taken the tarp he found in the car and made sure all his shit was strapped to his person. Even though the damn bazooka only has one measly round in it, it’s better than no weapon at all. The other items he’d received… er, well, he’s not even entirely sure what they are. He didn’t have much time to look them over. All he knew is that one was heavy, like a book, and the others were some sort of syringe pack. Contents unknown for now.
Better take a look. While it’s definitely a dark and eerie place he’d ended up in, it’s quiet enough that he can still be on the alert for any sounds that approach. He grips the edge of the heavy item first, pulling it out of the tarp just enough to read the title on the front.
“My First Death Arena.”
How fucking cute. Silently, he shoves it back in and takes out the syringe set instead. Health enzymes? Seems useful enough, but he figures it’ll definitely help if he takes a lot of damage. While his body does regenerate over time and quicker than a normal human being, danger doesn’t wait for anyone.
Suddenly, the loud creaking sounds of gears shifting and metal shrieking jar him out of his thoughts. Swiftly, he moves off to the side and presses up against a steel beam. Slinging the tarp over his shoulder, he concentrates his focus on his lower body to ghost over to a wall by a heavy looking door, trying to pinpoint the source of the noise. Unfortunately, it’s all echoes in here, the sound bouncing off all the numerous walls and floors and ceilings.
② ＮＯＣＴＵＲＮＡＬ ＺＯＮＥ :: open to all
It's the first form of shelter he spots, the entrance to a cave or something, as he'd been dodging traps left and right while running through the urban district. It's not long until he realizes he's not in a city anymore (and narrowly escaping a trap infused with crackling electricity snapping at his heels), and inside a dark cavern. It's an abrupt change of scenery, but it's quiet- almost peacefully so- as he mists through the tunnels at a cautious pace.
He's good at keeping quiet, and the fact that he can keep his feet from touching the floor by turning it into smoke gives him an extra advantage. Basically, anyone in the near vicinity of him will ping his radar, but he won't let them see his reaction to them. If they could see him at all. He's pretty much a floating mask at this point, what with how dim the lighting is inside the cavern and with how much black he wears, on top of the fact that he's actually highly trained in stealth.
The entire cave will be deathly silent until you make your move, stranger. He'll only react once the other party realizes he's here and either A) Shriek, B) Strike him, or C) Run. Maybe your character does something completely different?