"We can make it work." She speaks with an insistent authority, one she's not actually sure is backed up by anything reasonable. "The cafeteria still works, doesn't it? It looks scary, but it's- it's not broken now. Maybe we have more control over it than ever! It's a place for us now, not the station-"
And then there's a burst of light, and Tyl Regor is gone.
Venus stops in her tracks, a hundred different eyes swiveling to find where he could possibly be. She doesn't even wait the full half-second: she immediately reaches back behind her, wrapping her hand around the familiar hilt of the radio. It's been a long time, now, but it still fits into her hand; still has that comforting, terrifying weight beneath it.
She grips tight and rips it out, wiring and tendrils all snapping together as the radio bursts free. There is a sharp whine of static, a sudden flare of noise, and then a burst of light; she brings it up, holding it defensively in front of her just in time to see Tyl Regor body slamming her from above. His radio is loud, painful; his aim is true. Venus moves to stumble out of the way, but it's too late - he makes contact with a nearly musical sound.
Venus reels back from the hit, the noise and the radio both sending her off balance. But the radio in her hands - the one spewing static and light and that sweet, sweet song - let her recenter herself, and with one look at Marina she makes her mind up.
She turns and runs, light trailing behind her as she tries to make her escape.
first tag... after game's end i guess?? CHASE SCENE BEGIN
And then there's a burst of light, and Tyl Regor is gone.
Venus stops in her tracks, a hundred different eyes swiveling to find where he could possibly be. She doesn't even wait the full half-second: she immediately reaches back behind her, wrapping her hand around the familiar hilt of the radio. It's been a long time, now, but it still fits into her hand; still has that comforting, terrifying weight beneath it.
She grips tight and rips it out, wiring and tendrils all snapping together as the radio bursts free. There is a sharp whine of static, a sudden flare of noise, and then a burst of light; she brings it up, holding it defensively in front of her just in time to see Tyl Regor body slamming her from above. His radio is loud, painful; his aim is true. Venus moves to stumble out of the way, but it's too late - he makes contact with a nearly musical sound.
Venus reels back from the hit, the noise and the radio both sending her off balance. But the radio in her hands - the one spewing static and light and that sweet, sweet song - let her recenter herself, and with one look at Marina she makes her mind up.
She turns and runs, light trailing behind her as she tries to make her escape.