[Lucky for Percy, there’s been someone else poking around Springstar this past week totally not looking for trouble.
Well, okay, it’s true in a relative sense. Is she hoping to find any more of these attacks happening around the city? No, of course not; too many people have already gotten hurt. That’s kind of the whole reason she’s in the city despite the bad vibes. Does she expect that there’s been anything done to make sure they definitively stop happening? Also no, which is why she is technically looking for that trouble. If it’s gonna happen, she wants to be on hand to either fight the damn things off or make sure she can patch up the wounded before they can go dying there in the streets.
So far, it’s been hard to pinpoint how or where an attack might take place. Springstar’s a big place, and big places have a lot of hiding places for smart things on the hunt for innocent people. Gavial can’t be everywhere at once, and it’s a lot easier to stumble onto the scene after the fact, following the worried chatter and signs of commotion to their sources.
Springstar might be growing increasingly more weary of the boisterous Zenite’s presence in the city, but she’s determined to help regardless of their attitude. And despite all their complaints, it’s probably a good thing that she is when the time comes where she finally does catch a tell-tale scream of an attack in progress. She turns on her heel and reaches up to pull her healing staff from its loop in the bag over her shoulder, breaking out into a sprint along half-remembered streets to seek out the source before it’s too late.
And it seems that she’s not the only interloper stepping in. She knows she’s on the right track when she hears a shout and another booming growl fill the air in response as she turns a corner—and finds a young man valiantly facing down the wolfish creature. And maybe in a bit of trouble himself when the beast moves to close that gap between them.
Gavial curses and hurries forward, reaching out with her empty hand to grab him by the back of the shirt and unceremoniously yank him to the side just as the creature makes an abrupt lunge for him. It stumbles in the wake of the unexpected whiff of its attack, giving her the opportune moment to try to drag him alongside the nearest cart for cover to look him over.]
Think you made it mad.
[She might be grinning? Good job kid! You saved the girl, but now you’ve got a fight on your hands. Good thing the croc doc is here to help.]
real monsters
Well, okay, it’s true in a relative sense. Is she hoping to find any more of these attacks happening around the city? No, of course not; too many people have already gotten hurt. That’s kind of the whole reason she’s in the city despite the bad vibes. Does she expect that there’s been anything done to make sure they definitively stop happening? Also no, which is why she is technically looking for that trouble. If it’s gonna happen, she wants to be on hand to either fight the damn things off or make sure she can patch up the wounded before they can go dying there in the streets.
So far, it’s been hard to pinpoint how or where an attack might take place. Springstar’s a big place, and big places have a lot of hiding places for smart things on the hunt for innocent people. Gavial can’t be everywhere at once, and it’s a lot easier to stumble onto the scene after the fact, following the worried chatter and signs of commotion to their sources.
Springstar might be growing increasingly more weary of the boisterous Zenite’s presence in the city, but she’s determined to help regardless of their attitude. And despite all their complaints, it’s probably a good thing that she is when the time comes where she finally does catch a tell-tale scream of an attack in progress. She turns on her heel and reaches up to pull her healing staff from its loop in the bag over her shoulder, breaking out into a sprint along half-remembered streets to seek out the source before it’s too late.
And it seems that she’s not the only interloper stepping in. She knows she’s on the right track when she hears a shout and another booming growl fill the air in response as she turns a corner—and finds a young man valiantly facing down the wolfish creature. And maybe in a bit of trouble himself when the beast moves to close that gap between them.
Gavial curses and hurries forward, reaching out with her empty hand to grab him by the back of the shirt and unceremoniously yank him to the side just as the creature makes an abrupt lunge for him. It stumbles in the wake of the unexpected whiff of its attack, giving her the opportune moment to try to drag him alongside the nearest cart for cover to look him over.]
Think you made it mad.
[She might be grinning? Good job kid! You saved the girl, but now you’ve got a fight on your hands. Good thing the croc doc is here to help.]