[The sensation of suddenly appearing somewhere else, somewhere completely different from where you thought you were, is not one Connor is well acquainted with yet. With it comes a sharp twisting in his stomach, not for the mind-boggling physics of teleportation but out of dread for whatever comes next. He eyes the towering walls that twist out of view and swallows hard.
a. Turning to another fresh-faced recruit nearby, he asks in what would almost be a conversational tone if not for the accompanying expression, his face not so much fresh as it is pale with nerves:]
Hey, happen to have any experience in coordinating prison breaks?
[b. And when he crosses paths with a jumpsuit-clad veteran of this nonsense, he lopes over. He looks relieved to have found someone else, as if the roles of rescuer and rescued are for the moment reversed. If his demeanor alone doesn't announce his newbie status, he wearing quite plainly the uncomfortable look of one who has no idea what he's doing while vainly pretending otherwise, then the crisp black uniform should finish the job.]
I'm guessing you're who we're supposed to be rescuing here? You know, before David Bowie shows up and tries to make you his goblin queen.
( II. BATTLE )
[As the battle rages on, Connor Walsh, valiant hero that he is, can be found crouching behind a pile of the minotaur's table scraps. Strangely enough, law school has done nothing to prepare him for combat against cyborg knock-offs of mythological beasts.]
What the hell is that? God, we're so screwed...!
[His voice cracks upward, his panic so tremendous that he can't even piece together a sarcastic comment. He holds his head in his hands and his fingers tremble through his hair, fast making a mess of it. He is at present a far cry from the confident and cool man his classmates think they know. Actually, he looks like he might throw up...]
( III. WILDCARD )
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Connor Walsh | ota
[The sensation of suddenly appearing somewhere else, somewhere completely different from where you thought you were, is not one Connor is well acquainted with yet. With it comes a sharp twisting in his stomach, not for the mind-boggling physics of teleportation but out of dread for whatever comes next. He eyes the towering walls that twist out of view and swallows hard.
a. Turning to another fresh-faced recruit nearby, he asks in what would almost be a conversational tone if not for the accompanying expression, his face not so much fresh as it is pale with nerves:]
Hey, happen to have any experience in coordinating prison breaks?
[b. And when he crosses paths with a jumpsuit-clad veteran of this nonsense, he lopes over. He looks relieved to have found someone else, as if the roles of rescuer and rescued are for the moment reversed. If his demeanor alone doesn't announce his newbie status, he wearing quite plainly the uncomfortable look of one who has no idea what he's doing while vainly pretending otherwise, then the crisp black uniform should finish the job.]
I'm guessing you're who we're supposed to be rescuing here? You know, before David Bowie shows up and tries to make you his goblin queen.
( II. BATTLE )
[As the battle rages on, Connor Walsh, valiant hero that he is, can be found crouching behind a pile of the minotaur's table scraps. Strangely enough, law school has done nothing to prepare him for combat against cyborg knock-offs of mythological beasts.]
What the hell is that? God, we're so screwed...!
[His voice cracks upward, his panic so tremendous that he can't even piece together a sarcastic comment. He holds his head in his hands and his fingers tremble through his hair, fast making a mess of it. He is at present a far cry from the confident and cool man his classmates think they know. Actually, he looks like he might throw up...]
( III. WILDCARD )
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