[ Nico is prepared for a lot of things. Hordes of monsters. Hordes of undead. Hordes of demigods. All very normal, manageable things.
Hordes of multimeters, scanners, and alarms, run-staggering along on the tiptoes of red and black wires like possessed spiders? No, this is new and deeply unsettling. Something about the wires move without joints - it's like they're walking on limbs that have been broken in dozens of places. The wires bend and kink wherever they will, neither natural nor supernatural, just wrong.
And they are a horde of hundreds. Nico had been walking past an automotive supply store when the entire stock made a break for it and has chosen the exact wrong way to run at every turn. They can't be after him - he's never used one in his life.
He's cut the wire-limbs off three, but the wires are proving so flexible that he can only get a clean slice if they're held or stuck. Without tension, the sword just thwips past them.
Nico almost runs straight past the voice, which is down another path, but doubles back with an audible groan, barely avoiding the electronic frontrunners. With his terrible luck, this is the one time the stupid things would turn and then he'd feel bad. ]
Hi, run!
[ He's used to idiots, so Nico will try to grab Dylan with one hand and tug him along. ]
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Hordes of multimeters, scanners, and alarms, run-staggering along on the tiptoes of red and black wires like possessed spiders? No, this is new and deeply unsettling. Something about the wires move without joints - it's like they're walking on limbs that have been broken in dozens of places. The wires bend and kink wherever they will, neither natural nor supernatural, just wrong.
And they are a horde of hundreds. Nico had been walking past an automotive supply store when the entire stock made a break for it and has chosen the exact wrong way to run at every turn. They can't be after him - he's never used one in his life.
He's cut the wire-limbs off three, but the wires are proving so flexible that he can only get a clean slice if they're held or stuck. Without tension, the sword just thwips past them.
Nico almost runs straight past the voice, which is down another path, but doubles back with an audible groan, barely avoiding the electronic frontrunners. With his terrible luck, this is the one time the stupid things would turn and then he'd feel bad. ]
Hi, run!
[ He's used to idiots, so Nico will try to grab Dylan with one hand and tug him along. ]