|Jack Porter|
|Street chase|
The behemoth followed behind, leaving a destroyed road surface behind him. While the others had all gotten motorbikes, James was using his vacuum waves to propel himself along the street, like a very fast, very long jump, with his hands pointed behind himself. Kind of like a less badass and dignified iron man, with no back or foot boosters. passing Jason, he had to focus to be able to move both of them at once with such speed. It could soon drain him.
Luckily, Jason had brushed past several power boxes, and they all clumped together, forming much faster this time into a quadrupedal, heavily-built piece of machinery, thundering along the street behind them, but gradually gaining. Once it had caught up with Jason, he unceremoniously dumped him onto the lumbering creatures back. One might liken it to a gorilla with bigger back legs in its movement, in that it wasn't terribly well-built for passengers, so Jason would have to hold on tight once on its back.
"Simon! Once Esaias opens fire at Alin, you have to aim for her! Just try and focus on it hitting him, that should do the trick!"
Earth-man. Fairly obvious when Jack already said to most of them, and there's only really one person you want to fire at.
|Christopher Watson|
|Parking Lot|
My reaction time was always pretty good, surprisingly. Maybe so much time spent on that piano developed something in me, apart from learning where which note and chord is located. I watched carefully, while her jaw moved repeatedly, but slightly - she was counting, most likely. though I couldn't hear it, I was ready to jump at any given moment. Time started to move slowly as the words came out of her mouth: "Now!" She screamed. I dashed my body upwards, using the bike as a toehold, and stabilizing it as much as I could, I grabbed Esaias in the air, protecting her from the fall, letting the damage be taken by my back. After we were on the ground, I could see small patches of blood coming out of the back of my shirt. I gasped ever so slightly from the pain, but managed to ask:
-"Are you okay?"
I'm mentally disturbed.
I would be personally offended if you didn't.
I now imagine you as exactly that.
I'm just going to wait for someone like J or Puzzle to say what happened to the asphalt man before I actually react to Watson.
Also, clever. I honestly thought that you were going to jump and re-direct it, but that was the most cleverly implemented romantic moment ever.
I now imagine you as exactly that.