Originally Posted by
ThirdEmperor
Wrecked Ship
"♠♠w, d♦n't be ♠ll ♠ggressi♥e, m♠n. I w♠sn't pl♠nning ♦n ♠ddin to ♠ll your pr♦blems. Just rem♠rkin ♦n h♦w f♠llin is st♠rting t♦ be ♠ theme f♦r y♦u, met♠ph♦ric♠l ♠n ♦therwisely. Reynar attempts to throw an arm over Sei's shoulder, pulling the grouchy troll into a bro-hug. "♠s for yer lusi, well, bein the dimwit tool I ♠m, I wouldn't know much bout th♠t, would I?":smallconfused:
Depending on whether it was terrestrial or aquatic Sei's lusus is likely either packed in amongst the common rabble, or enjoying considerably more comfy accommodations at the onboard swimming deck, which the seadwellers and their lusi have commandeered. Alternatively, Reynard might have locked it in a room for a joke.
Outside the Wreck
The Eastside Police Force has arrived!
Already, a dozen or so cars have pulled up around the ruined area, setting up a barricade and beginning to scour the rubble for survivors. A smaller perimeter has been established around the ship itself, but so far no-ones dared go near, the laser cannon tracking their every move serving as a deterrent.
Eastside Back Street
A lone cop car pulls up just in front of the fog, Volunteer Officer Murdock stepping out of the vehicle and eyeing the fog suspiciously. Weird. Nothing like this going on in the rest of the city, meaning it's no normal mist, probably a magical effect of somesort. And, unfortunately, his job to investigate, especially as it's between him and the disaster zone.
He almost draws his regulation 9mm pistol, but after a seconds thought takes the tazer gun instead. Wouldn't want to accidentally kill any civilians who are stumbling about in the fog. With a sigh, Murdock advances into the mist.