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thewoodsmansoldier) wrote2012-12-22 02:05 am
thewoodsmansoldier) wrote2012-12-22 02:05 am
2nd Missive [Action/Video]
[Corbec returned to his apartment after a day of training in the woods and closed the door behind him. He was tired, both from training and from the overall exhausting ordeal of getting used to this strange new place he still found himself stuck in. Things here were very different from what he was used to, and he found himself having relatively normal conversations with the kind of people that would normally be out for his blood. Of course, he supposed that also meant things were quite a bit better here, but it confused him nonetheless. Shaking his head to himself, he headed to his bedroom and proceeded to set his things down. He placed his las-rifle next to his bed. He did not feel he would need it here, but the habits of an old soldier weren't known for dying easily. He laid down and tried falling asleep. He was having an easier time of it now than he was when he first arrived, but he still had trouble with it occasionally. After an hour or two, he finally felt himself begin to drift asleep. Then he heard a rustling noise coming from his bedside table. With the reflexes expected of a soldier of his experience, he jolted back from the border of sleep and flicked on the lamp to see a tiny man in a green suit going through his journal. He snatched up his rifle and forcefully smacked the tiny man with the butt of it, sending the green clad pygmy flying across the room and into the wall, where he sank to the ground, moaning. Corbec stood up and approached the man, rifle leveled at him.]
Who are you, little man, and what are you doing in my house!?
[The small man looked up at Corbec and began gesticulating wildly. Corbec had seen this type of behavior before, the small man was attempting to cast a spell! This place had gotten to him, made him too trusting of magic. It was clear to him now that there was something at work here, and he was going to get to the bottom of it after he had dealt with this infantile intruder. Corbec tightened his grip on the trigger, and the small man's eyes widened. The small man then jumped up and booked it as fast as he could for the cover of the underside of the bed. Corbec let off a burst of fire from his las-rifle, but he was still groggy from sleep, and the little green imp was surprisingly fast, causing him to only leave scorch marks on the wall of his apartment. Corbec cursed under his breath and headed to the bed, placing a hand under it and using his body to flip it over. As he took aim again, he saw the intruder looking to the open window. So that was how he had gotten in. Corbec was not going to let him escape the same way, and shot out the clamp on the window, causing the lifted panel of glass to slam shut once again. The little man screamed, a high pitched wail painful to the ears, and booked it for the door. The little man began pounding on the door desperately with his tiny fists in a vain attempt to break his way out. Corbec aimed his rifle at the tiny man once again, and began advancing...]
((OOC: The video is accidental, and was started by the elf while it was fiddling with the journal. As such, the video coverage of the event is only what can be seen from the journal's position on the bedside table, though it can see most of it aside from the initial rifle smack and standing up. Also, naturally this event is loud and coming from Corbec's apartment, so feel free to interrupt at the point of the end of the entry with either a journal call or physically coming into his apartment to see what is going on. ))
Who are you, little man, and what are you doing in my house!?
[The small man looked up at Corbec and began gesticulating wildly. Corbec had seen this type of behavior before, the small man was attempting to cast a spell! This place had gotten to him, made him too trusting of magic. It was clear to him now that there was something at work here, and he was going to get to the bottom of it after he had dealt with this infantile intruder. Corbec tightened his grip on the trigger, and the small man's eyes widened. The small man then jumped up and booked it as fast as he could for the cover of the underside of the bed. Corbec let off a burst of fire from his las-rifle, but he was still groggy from sleep, and the little green imp was surprisingly fast, causing him to only leave scorch marks on the wall of his apartment. Corbec cursed under his breath and headed to the bed, placing a hand under it and using his body to flip it over. As he took aim again, he saw the intruder looking to the open window. So that was how he had gotten in. Corbec was not going to let him escape the same way, and shot out the clamp on the window, causing the lifted panel of glass to slam shut once again. The little man screamed, a high pitched wail painful to the ears, and booked it for the door. The little man began pounding on the door desperately with his tiny fists in a vain attempt to break his way out. Corbec aimed his rifle at the tiny man once again, and began advancing...]
((OOC: The video is accidental, and was started by the elf while it was fiddling with the journal. As such, the video coverage of the event is only what can be seen from the journal's position on the bedside table, though it can see most of it aside from the initial rifle smack and standing up. Also, naturally this event is loud and coming from Corbec's apartment, so feel free to interrupt at the point of the end of the entry with either a journal call or physically coming into his apartment to see what is going on. ))
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