OTA: Loki managed to make his way into the halls, and at this point, he was wishing he'd stayed in his room. The devices kept calibrating with every shot fired. The usual tranqs didn't take him down like they would a human, and even the heavier doses would be tricky, thanks to his metabolism and healing factor. Dodging and shields kept him unscathed for the most part. It wasn't until one of the turrets that dropped down from the ceiling charged some kind of energy weapon that cut right through his barrier that he took his first hit. His entire arm had gone numb and he took to getting the heck out of Dodge, shutting himself in a bathroom until the feeling came back to his limb.
"Note to self: don't get hit." He muttered with irritation then poked his head back out the door to make a run for it again.
Billy: Another good thirty minutes of playing dodge the deadly lasers, he took cover in a janitorial closet to collect his thoughts. ...thoughts! Why hadn't he thought of this earlier? He made sure the door was locked and mustered up the energy for the communication rite.
Wherever Billy was, he would be greeted with a green, slightly static-y 3-dimensional image of his slightly battered friend.
Loki | Hallways | OTA
Loki managed to make his way into the halls, and at this point, he was wishing he'd stayed in his room. The devices kept calibrating with every shot fired. The usual tranqs didn't take him down like they would a human, and even the heavier doses would be tricky, thanks to his metabolism and healing factor. Dodging and shields kept him unscathed for the most part. It wasn't until one of the turrets that dropped down from the ceiling charged some kind of energy weapon that cut right through his barrier that he took his first hit. His entire arm had gone numb and he took to getting the heck out of Dodge, shutting himself in a bathroom until the feeling came back to his limb.
"Note to self: don't get hit." He muttered with irritation then poked his head back out the door to make a run for it again.
Billy:
Another good thirty minutes of playing dodge the deadly lasers, he took cover in a janitorial closet to collect his thoughts. ...thoughts! Why hadn't he thought of this earlier? He made sure the door was locked and mustered up the energy for the communication rite.
Wherever Billy was, he would be greeted with a green, slightly static-y 3-dimensional image of his slightly battered friend.
"Kaplan?"