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[The feed opens onto a dim scene, nothing discernible beyond vague shapes in the darkness. A voice is complaining some distance from the feed.]
--rth that revolves around the Sun, not the other way round.
The sun, at this point - Watson, is irrelevant. Which way the sun rotates [ it’s revolves, but details. unimportant details ] is of no import from our methodologies then to our methodologies now.
[Now this voice belongs to the bracelet making the feed. It is unruffled if a little querulous, clearly having better things to do right now then quibble over merely academic questions of orbit. Better things that it gets down to without further preamble.]
It may have escaped your notice, Asgard. [ He doesn’t spare the condescension, not once. ] But these ‘gods’ have conveniently again, decided to throw something our direction.
Two. At the far side, getting closer. One more at the edge, two more at three o clock -- five total.
Six, chap down the ally.
I stand corrected. I’ll take the left; you the right?
[There’s a brief light, match striking matchbox, and something is tossed.]
Three each. Carry on, Watson - this follows the guise of Afghanistan without the threat of a Jezail bullet. [ oh yeah, he went there. ] - To tread on, Asgard. I should need the same form of gun like machination that deployed compressed balls of paint. I have with me, a solution capable of chemoluminescence. [ He really means, the material inside glowsticks ] If anyone should have any of those tawdry machines lying around, perhaps the making of shells is a possibility as we still have resources to our advantages.
[There is an intense flash of light as the firecrackers go off in quick succession. These have obviously been doctored with -- the light from the bursts is enough to illuminate the entire square, and cause screeches of pain from the Six Taken caught out in the open, their dark shrouds ripped from them by the harsh explosions of light.
That is the least of their worries, however -- punctuating the firecrackers are the retort of two guns, fired expertly. The Six Taken are reduced to dust even as the last sparks of the firecrackers fall to the stone street, and Holmes and Watson take their positions again in the darkness, the sounds of pistols being reloaded filling the sudden silence.]
What my esteemed colleague meant to say is that if anyone has the supplies he needs, we’d appreciate the use of them. [ Watson’s tone is as business-like as the click of his revolver’s chamber sliding back into place. ] The clinic in Heimdall’s open for wounded or any seeking shelter and company.
((ooc: Holmes & Watson double post! Enjoy.))
--rth that revolves around the Sun, not the other way round.
The sun, at this point - Watson, is irrelevant. Which way the sun rotates [ it’s revolves, but details. unimportant details ] is of no import from our methodologies then to our methodologies now.
[Now this voice belongs to the bracelet making the feed. It is unruffled if a little querulous, clearly having better things to do right now then quibble over merely academic questions of orbit. Better things that it gets down to without further preamble.]
It may have escaped your notice, Asgard. [ He doesn’t spare the condescension, not once. ] But these ‘gods’ have conveniently again, decided to throw something our direction.
Two. At the far side, getting closer. One more at the edge, two more at three o clock -- five total.
Six, chap down the ally.
I stand corrected. I’ll take the left; you the right?
[There’s a brief light, match striking matchbox, and something is tossed.]
Three each. Carry on, Watson - this follows the guise of Afghanistan without the threat of a Jezail bullet. [ oh yeah, he went there. ] - To tread on, Asgard. I should need the same form of gun like machination that deployed compressed balls of paint. I have with me, a solution capable of chemoluminescence. [ He really means, the material inside glowsticks ] If anyone should have any of those tawdry machines lying around, perhaps the making of shells is a possibility as we still have resources to our advantages.
[There is an intense flash of light as the firecrackers go off in quick succession. These have obviously been doctored with -- the light from the bursts is enough to illuminate the entire square, and cause screeches of pain from the Six Taken caught out in the open, their dark shrouds ripped from them by the harsh explosions of light.
That is the least of their worries, however -- punctuating the firecrackers are the retort of two guns, fired expertly. The Six Taken are reduced to dust even as the last sparks of the firecrackers fall to the stone street, and Holmes and Watson take their positions again in the darkness, the sounds of pistols being reloaded filling the sudden silence.]
What my esteemed colleague meant to say is that if anyone has the supplies he needs, we’d appreciate the use of them. [ Watson’s tone is as business-like as the click of his revolver’s chamber sliding back into place. ] The clinic in Heimdall’s open for wounded or any seeking shelter and company.
((ooc: Holmes & Watson double post! Enjoy.))
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