away to neverland. acid trap, day two.
Mar 12, 2022 2:52:38 GMT -5
Post by nolan goode 10m / kaitlin. on Mar 12, 2022 2:52:38 GMT -5
Parker takes her can of spray paint, shakes it, scrawls her message across the ground.
In big, bold capital neon letters, it'd be easy enough to spot from an airplane, she thinks. Not that the message is for anyone whose ever going to be able to fly above this place in a hovercraft. Beside the letters, she doodles a six legged spider, wearing a crooked crown.
"Now we're ready to go," Parker says, other hand still around the mouth of her gin bottle. She takes a final slug, kind of twists her neck until she feels it shift—crack!—and she stows both of them back in the mech's hatch. The wiring that she rejiggered isn't perfect; Hades Lochlan had done a fabulous job giving them tools that would let them succeed, but only if they showed a little finesse. The fights would take it out as much on their bodies as it would on the mechs.
Parker needs to remember that better next time.
She hands Wes a gum tree leaf, doesn't tell him that the gum on it when spread of his scrapes will help them to stay clean. She does dare him to spread it all over though before grinning and doing it to her own skin.
"I found a button," she says, crawling up into his own suit behind him once they pick themselves up. She invades his personal space the way that she'd kill a person for doing to her. She barely notices, goal in mind. "I'm fairly certain mine activates the boosters on the bears feet." Her mouth twists, eyebrows furrowed; his suit isn't like hers exactly, the control panel a slightly different make. Where his is designed for speed, she realizes, hers is designed for damage.
Interesting.
She doesn't have time to linger on the personal side of it, and doesn't much care to. She found the manual for the bear, he the spider. Panserbjørn hasn't failed her yet.
"This!" She shouts, elated. "Press this one when I say go."
YOU'RE NEXT.
In big, bold capital neon letters, it'd be easy enough to spot from an airplane, she thinks. Not that the message is for anyone whose ever going to be able to fly above this place in a hovercraft. Beside the letters, she doodles a six legged spider, wearing a crooked crown.
"Now we're ready to go," Parker says, other hand still around the mouth of her gin bottle. She takes a final slug, kind of twists her neck until she feels it shift—crack!—and she stows both of them back in the mech's hatch. The wiring that she rejiggered isn't perfect; Hades Lochlan had done a fabulous job giving them tools that would let them succeed, but only if they showed a little finesse. The fights would take it out as much on their bodies as it would on the mechs.
Parker needs to remember that better next time.
She hands Wes a gum tree leaf, doesn't tell him that the gum on it when spread of his scrapes will help them to stay clean. She does dare him to spread it all over though before grinning and doing it to her own skin.
"I found a button," she says, crawling up into his own suit behind him once they pick themselves up. She invades his personal space the way that she'd kill a person for doing to her. She barely notices, goal in mind. "I'm fairly certain mine activates the boosters on the bears feet." Her mouth twists, eyebrows furrowed; his suit isn't like hers exactly, the control panel a slightly different make. Where his is designed for speed, she realizes, hers is designed for damage.
Interesting.
She doesn't have time to linger on the personal side of it, and doesn't much care to. She found the manual for the bear, he the spider. Panserbjørn hasn't failed her yet.
"This!" She shouts, elated. "Press this one when I say go."
we collectin new bits and BOOSTIN
