The ruins of Electopia. Downed rubble and torn up concrete. The smell of burning rubber and steel, as flames blazed, their thirst for devastation left unquenched. Downed power lines sparked and twinkled, the harsh white noise of untamed electricity. The broken street was lined by towers, which seemed not quite upright, if not sliced in half entirely. Broken sewers' water dripped half-heartedly along the side of the road, looking for a drain they wouldn't find in the broken streets. Instead they pooled up into puddles. The streets grew quiet, empty.
The reverberation of someone's footstep in the half-inch deep water. The silence broken by a splash of water. Winds grew odd, falling this way and that, never deciding on their own direction. The flames, hungry, lapped up the air, and grew bigger. The thick, black cords - having lay indistinct, became angry and struck out in every which direction, like a confused snake.
"Eye on target." The voice of a child broke the silence, although its intonation had no semblance of child's play. Finale had found something - a person of interest, and someone she wanted to fight. Her blade sparked as she approached Thorn.tx. The viral's intentions plain.
Post by Nightshade on Sept 22, 2018 15:11:57 GMT -8
The poison dragon was minding his own business, casually melting through concrete to grab hold of something inside the rubble. Squatting down and with his tail waving back and forth, he checked his back when he hart things about a target. All he found was a small navi advancing towards him with the intetion of fighting.
The navi grinned. "Well well. What do we have here..." he mumbled as he slowly stood up. "Are you sure you wanna do that,princess? I mean...I don't mind consuming you fter I show ya why you don't walk over to people with weapons drawn."
Last Edit: Sept 22, 2018 15:12:25 GMT -8 by Nightshade