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Log: Complete
When; Jan. 7 (late morning)
Rating; V for Violence
Characters; Ophelia![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
therippling and the Corinthian bitingnightmare
Summary; After the Durandal's alert, Operation Homer and Hamlet to help break the Stewards' line formations begins. [Feel free to say you saw them whiz by through the forestry, hacking Stewards out of the way to get to each other.]
Log;
Stewards had finally started descending on the City, first at the deserted beaches, then along the populated shores. After the red alert from Jr. it was Strategy's plan to send the Corinthian into the woods, to search for a weapon who could deal damage with little concern for others, possibly including herself. He stalked through the dense forestry, long sword on one side, firearm on the other. His knives were tucked in his boots, and the nightmare wore no armor to protect himself. His uniform consisted of plain blue jeans and a gray button-down shirt, worn untucked with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, shades ever present.
"Where are you, pretty lady," hissed the Corinthian, searching for the Claymore.
Rating; V for Violence
Characters; Ophelia
therippling and the Corinthian bitingnightmareSummary; After the Durandal's alert, Operation Homer and Hamlet to help break the Stewards' line formations begins. [Feel free to say you saw them whiz by through the forestry, hacking Stewards out of the way to get to each other.]
Log;
Stewards had finally started descending on the City, first at the deserted beaches, then along the populated shores. After the red alert from Jr. it was Strategy's plan to send the Corinthian into the woods, to search for a weapon who could deal damage with little concern for others, possibly including herself. He stalked through the dense forestry, long sword on one side, firearm on the other. His knives were tucked in his boots, and the nightmare wore no armor to protect himself. His uniform consisted of plain blue jeans and a gray button-down shirt, worn untucked with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, shades ever present.
"Where are you, pretty lady," hissed the Corinthian, searching for the Claymore.