NINE.

[failhound]

• ACTION •

[Somewhere in the city, yet another individual is slowly going out of his mind -- or at least, that's what it feels like. What's a little different (or perhaps not so different) is that Nora knows this feeling.]

... thought I told you to shut up. Not gonna listen to you. Don't gotta listen to anybody here. Don't care what you're saying this time, get out. Get out!

[It's a continuous mutter, countering the insidious whisper in his head. The one telling him unfamiliar things in a familiar voice -- to devour everything because he can, to make them acknowledge his power--

... When yelling at it doesn't work, and tearing apart the first monster he comes across doesn't work, and getting the blood from mostly the monster on shattered rubble and windows still doesn't work--

That's when Nora goes looking for distractions. Fights are distractions -- but what he's currently doing is undoubtedly scoping out the opponent, flitting along semi-stealthily behind the unfortunate individual whose stream or gait or weapon or look (really, he doesn't care which it was) has caught his eye.]

[OOC: Have a Nora!stalker for your actionlogging convenience! You can feel free to discover him or wait until he attacks or something. ;) Up to you. As a side warning, a random ridingabicycle may drop in at some point in threads.]

Comments

[failhound.livejournal.com]

[Guns are dangerous -- even though Ukraine doesn't seem to be -- and even with his denial of Cerberus' goading the strange atmosphere pervading the city (it's power, but he doesn't know that, can't quite see something that expansive when he isn't looking for it) has Nora pulling his lips back at the perceived threat of the action, half-feral.

He won't let her. He's Cerberus (not like that, though), and he won't get taken out so easily by those dumb human things!

The chip's 'malfunction' has restored his demonic speed, and he's practically a blur, heading straight for the girl.]

[dewinthesun.livejournal.com]

[she turns and she's the - monster? it's too fast to tell - coming straight at her. no time to duck and cover, then.

suddenly Ukraine looks much more threatening as she shifts into an obviously long-practiced military stance and whips out the gun, blasting away at Nora. he was fast so the shots might not hit, but it wouldn't be for lack of aim.]

[failhound.livejournal.com]

[Holy--

She hadn't looked like the type that could move like that, and he doesn't know anything of her background; his startlement costs him precious milliseconds, but Nora's reaction time is still good enough that the bullet only grazes instead of lodging in flesh.]

... 'Tch! [He falls back, snarling as one hand inspects the wound, the other raised defensively.] Stupid guns...!

[dewinthesun.livejournal.com]

[the speech shocks Ukraine into stopping, although the gun is still positioned to be able to begin firing again at the sign of a renewed attack]

Ah, i-it's not a monster. P-please, why a-are you doing this? Leave me a-alone!

[failhound.livejournal.com]

Who're you calling monster, huh?!

[There's a titter in the back of his skull, but it's drowned out by his yelling as he circles slowly at a distance, wary eyes on the barrel of the gun.]

As if I'd let you go after that! [He scrubs at the cut on his cheek again in emphasis.]

[dewinthesun.livejournal.com]

What did you e-expect me to do? Y-you were a-attacking me! [she's upset and wary. just because she could take care of herself doesn't mean she likes firing on people]