Sett, the Boss (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
themightybosstone) wrote2024-07-15 04:39 pm
themightybosstone) wrote2024-07-15 04:39 pm
[StarRail PSL]
[The world was one of a constant, strange, cyclical war.
When the night fell on the highest moon of the furthest month, a Howling Storm took the planet, cut its cities off from each other and the visitors from their homes, When the Storm's first whining, hot wind struck, the imposing gates of the iridescent metal of this world would close, folding up and over, in a wall only Qlipoth could love.
The thud of bodies, the scrape of claws, mandibles and fangs added to the cacophony that the setting of the red sun provoked. It ebbed in the morning, but never enough to be safe. Never enough for the walls to come down.
In defiance, however, in these little hubs of survival, the nightlife was something quite impressive. Loud music played, lights blared, the night market was a roar of throats - the call of sellers and the flirtation of buyers.
All to carry on like a shield wasn't holding back the certain death of nearly everyone in the spaceport.
But you're here, waiting for the tired relief of morning. For the spaceport to open back up in a week.
It should have already ended. It SHOULD have been open yesterday.
But the Storm is longer than it's ever been here...]
When the night fell on the highest moon of the furthest month, a Howling Storm took the planet, cut its cities off from each other and the visitors from their homes, When the Storm's first whining, hot wind struck, the imposing gates of the iridescent metal of this world would close, folding up and over, in a wall only Qlipoth could love.
The thud of bodies, the scrape of claws, mandibles and fangs added to the cacophony that the setting of the red sun provoked. It ebbed in the morning, but never enough to be safe. Never enough for the walls to come down.
In defiance, however, in these little hubs of survival, the nightlife was something quite impressive. Loud music played, lights blared, the night market was a roar of throats - the call of sellers and the flirtation of buyers.
All to carry on like a shield wasn't holding back the certain death of nearly everyone in the spaceport.
But you're here, waiting for the tired relief of morning. For the spaceport to open back up in a week.
It should have already ended. It SHOULD have been open yesterday.
But the Storm is longer than it's ever been here...]
Re: done
[He doesn't seem too concerned about the guns, which at this point feels less of a threat and more of a farce, considering how the officers suddenly step back. None of this would kill him anyway, but.
Dan Feng leans in. Closer. Closer still. And sniffs him.]
Dog.
1/2
Re: done
Re: done
His eyes widen - he lifts a hand, pats at the exposed bone and teeth - and digs claws into the gore of it with a horrible wet squelch, tearing away more of the sinew to mash it into Sett's face, hoping to get his eyes.
He thus starts what might be the most traumatizing wrestling match these officers have ever seen, pouncing on the other man (creature?) with a howl.
To their credit, this is also when the IPC officers start shooting - less to take them down and more to stop them from??? Flinging bits of meat and blood at passerby? What the hell else are they supposed to do here, not when any injury seems to knit together, immediate and rapid?]
Re: done
And for THAT ALL HE GETS IS VISCERA IN THE EYES?? HE WAS BEING A GOOD SETT???!
Clawed hands swipe wildly, and if caught will just bend the other man backwards, nearly in half by his horns-
There's the sound of MORE footsteps- and several charges being loaded. As much as vidyadhara and borisin blood now coats the pavement- Someone has enough brains to call for stunning charges. ]
Re: done
This is what triggers one of the officers to start using stun settings rather than kill, because, what the fuck, they're not paid enough for this.
Neither of them can be taken out by any less than half a dozen charges, but for some inexplicable reason, Dan Feng tries to squirm out of Sett's hold- to try and block the hits meant for Sett, with the suitcase, with his tail, with his arm--]
Re: done
He flings the squirming, horrible lizard off and away by those horns, letting him hit the ground, as daze, limbs twitching as the shots hit both of them full on.
He roars at the officers.]
THAT'S MY PREY!!
[But yeah that's a lot of hits-]