RP DEPTHS: The old city.

Indeed it would, arm powered pain for gas powered pain. He falls to one knee with the force and staggers in a deep breath, shakily and quickly launching three slugs aimed at the beast's torso, hissing the breath back out with the punch of the recoil.
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Demina stops and flinches at the sound of the burst, "Oh!.. That's him!" She starts running, heading straight for the noise.

 

Malcolm decides to follow go in the general direction Demina went.

 

(The thing is in the upper floor...
well... was...)
You hear Sklod shout from above, "it's heading across the rooftops!"

The moment you try to raise your arm, the beast pulls on the harpoon, knocking you off balance and causing you to drop your gun. You can hear them speaking in their unknown language as the come forward.
The mi-go lifts your head, staring into your eyes with its black and hideous face.
Before it knocks you out with a head splitting migraine...
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Except you don't... what you do hear as you draw near is the sound of things speaking in their strange language...
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@Firebird Zoom.
You find yourself unable to keep up and are soon lost...
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@Dipdoo.
You come to... you've lost track of time... You don't know where you are, but you can't see in the dim light and blur of the headache. Your heart and head is pounding and you can't think straight, but it's clearing up...

 

((See edit))

 

Malcolm stops, uncertain. "I should have at least brought Strange."

 

((Well it hopped out one, I kinda expected a repeat..))

He starts running parallel with the buildings and trying to catch a glimpse of it, firing potshots at it, as good of a shot as possible while running anyways..

 

He attempts to roll onto his side, opening and closing his hands, groaning. "Damn grip..."
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She slows and motions for Bryon to stay quiet. She hugs the corner closest to the conversation, not daring to peek with her less-than-subtle coloring.

 

"This way, big guy!" Simo runs up the stairs to the platform, SMG ready just in case something unfriendly's waiting up there, while Sasha tromps up the stairs after him.

 

You have no idea where you are at this point...

As you fire, it disappears over the lip of the building.

You're restrained. Some sort of tight bindings keep your hands and legs together, both tied to each other behind your back so you can't move.
Something reeks like fresh fish and swamp water.
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bryon is not with you... the conversation seems to be two sided, but only one speaker. They sound like a cross between a sallok, hylotl, and frogman...
A high pitch whine, a sound like a nano sized thunderclap, an unearthly a scream that you hear even after your ears close...
And then dragging...
they're coming near...

No threats here, but it's been ransacked and scrapped.
You have a good vantage point here, but you're quite exposed.
Luckily, so is your quarry. With the winds like this, should be an easy shot.

 

He cranes his neck, trying to get a look at where he was harpooned. "I should've grabbed the cord, or leaned back..."
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Demina cringes at the volume of the sounds, almost yelping. She shuffles along the wall and freezes. 'Please walk by...'

 

Since the pistol lacked the stopping power, Sasha readies his rifle. Unfolding the bipod, he rests in on something solid; he takes aim at the creature and fires.

 

He follows, a bit more cautiously now, peeking around corners before moving and continuing to chase.

 

your harpoon has been removed, as well as your equipment. You've been bandaged tightly, but you're still in pain. You're in a basement of sorts, along with the strange creature from before. It looks bound as well, and is currently either dead or unconscious.
One thing's for sure, you're going to need your outer layers back before you freeze to death...
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You are caught. They turn their gaze to you... the frog thing has a net over its shoulder held in both hands, the mi-go has what looks like an old fashioned camera harnessed to its chest, connected to a large backpack. You need to act now.

It splatters like a shot watermelon several blocks away, definitely dead. The corpse slips off the roof, likely along with the flute.

You're losing it, but you hear the sound of a very powerful gun, before a smattering of pink matter falls. You hear something 'THUMP' some distance away.

 

"Like a champagne cork." Sasha racks the bolt of his rifle, collecting the spent brass. "Shall we inspect the quarry?"
Simo, who had be watching the creature through his binoculars, watches where the flute had landed. "Yeah, let's go."
They descend from the roof, heading towards the creature's body.

 

Malcolm tries to orient himself.

 

He closes on the thudded object and keeps his gun ready.

 

"Bastard..." He looks around for anything sharp while wriggling around to test just how tight the bindings are, gritting his teeth against the pain all the while.
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She bolts. Trying to put something solid between herself and the duo, she aims for a distant corner and calls out the first few names that come to mind, "Malcolm, Bryon, Qui!?"

 

You spot Richard and Sklod heading towards the body... You're now on the ground...

You think the sun is east, and that you headed west when following demina, so you should follow it?
You really aren't sure...

You spot the mi-go corpse, and the flute glinting its claw...

They're quite secure... you don't spot anything you could cut yourself with without making a sizable amount of noise...
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You round the corner just as you hear that thunderclap again, your ears deafening themselves as you suddenly feel your leg go painfully numb, sending you scraping across the ground...

 

Simo picks up his pace to get to the body quicker, though Sasha keeps to his usual lack of urgency.

 

He keeps his gun trained on it as he closes on it, quickly snatching the flute from the claw then backing away.