PIIIIIIIPE WREEEEEENCH FIIIIIIIIIGHT

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Who| Wash and others
What| Murderworld. So much Murderworld.
Where| All over the arena - locations are in toplevels
When| Murderworld! Late day 1, all of day 2, and early day 3
Warnings/Notes| Violence for days. Most of these have been planned using the almighty spreadsheet - if you want to plan something, feel free to poke me on plurk!

Get pulled from a perfectly benign covert mission to be thrown into a bad Hunger Games ripoff run by someone with zero sense of style or humor. Survive, probably on his own, until help comes or he manages to escape. Sure. Okay.

What could possibly go wrong?

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Losing Casey is not an option. Wash keeps his grip as tight as he can, but pulling up Casey and an additional hundred or so pounds of homicidal machinery is proving to be a bit too much for him to be able to handle.

Fortunately - and it could really only be fortunately in this case - that machinery is climbing up Casey. "Hold on tight," he mutters, maintaining his death grip with one hand and going for his knife with the other. When the clockwork drone gets within arm's reach, he glares at it and it freezes. Good. He doesn't have much time - better get to work.

One swift, precise stab between the metal plating on the neck severs pipes and leaves the creature screaming. It takes more work to get an arm off, but after a few seconds of forceful but precise stabbing (during which his other arm starts to ache and then burn; he can not support this much weight for long) he manages to cut through enough pipes and weaken enough joints for the clockwork monster's arms to disconnect at the elbows, joints too weak to continue to support the monster's dangling weight. It falls, a very long way down, and finally shatters into twisted casing and broken pipes on the ground outside.

Wash doesn't spare the time to watch - he's too busy yanking Casey back through the window and onto solid ground. "Well, that was fun."

[jonesiseverywhere]

Casey's also not up for wasting time. The moment the weight of the robot stops tugging on him, he's doing all he can to help Wash pull him up.

But unlike Wash, he spares a glance downward as the machine plummets to the ground before he's all the way inside and on his feet, breathing heavy and blood coursing with adrenaline. He's laughing, but it's the involuntary action of a guy who's coming down from a high.

"That was awesome." He means it. They fought off some monsters and he didn't have to get his guts hosed off the pavement. And he also means it when he turns to Wash and says "Thanks, man."

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Wash is too busy putting his knife away and doing a sweep of the area to celebrate. He wants to make for damn certain that no more of those monsters are waiting to pop out before he relaxes even a little.

Come to think of it, he should probably find the Harrubians that ran off and make sure they don't need help. One thing at a time.

"No problem." He turns back to Casey and raises an eyebrow. "Now don't ever do that again. If I ever have to pull someone off a high place to keep them from falling to their death again, it'll be too soon."