Say hi there to my bad body double

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Who: The Olivia Dunhams
What: Olivia Prime's not having a great day. It's about to get worse.
Where: Mog Hill
When: Early evening
Warnings: Horrifying dog-beasts and monster-related violence? ...other than that, nothing yet.

Olivia hasn't gotten a lot of rest since she arrived. Not that she's the most well-rested person under normal circumstances, but the combination of monsters and the lack of anyone to tell her when to sit down and take a break from trying to save the world have taken their toll, on top of unexpectedly finding herself in a new universe.

Maybe that's how she found herself in her current situation - if you're tired enough, you're bound to slip up sooner or later. Really, she's lucky she's not dead instead of just a little bloodied, disarmed, and trapped. Olivia is not finding this thought a comfort, somehow.

When the first two creatures had turned the corner, claws clicking loudly on the cobblestones, Olivia pulled her gun and leveled it at the nearer beast without a moment of hesitation. Some of the creatures dragged in by this cataclysm are relatively harmless, but if these creatures were created for anything but killing, Olivia couldn't see how. They looked like the result of an unfortunate liaison between a mastiff and a boar, all heavy muscle, bristling hide, and massive jaws sporting tusks longer than her thumb.

Both fixed their attention on her, wide yellow eyes like searchlights. The larger one sniffed the air, parted its jaws in an uncanny parody of a canine grin, and took a step forward.

Olivia fired, hitting it directly between the eyes, and it dropped. Apparently that had been a mistake. Rather than taking the hint and backing off, the second beast seemed to take the death of its companion as a personal offense, and charged at her, faster than Olivia had thought possible. She fired again, but either she missed or only grazed the thing - it just kept coming, with a grating roar like rocks grinding together.

At that point, Olivia had done the only prudent thing and retreated - and considering she couldn't outrun it, the only place to go was higher ground. She'd managed to dodge the charge, though not cleanly, as the beast whipped its head toward her as it thundered past, and managed to catch her in the hip with one of those tusks. She hissed with the pain, but pushed it to the back of her mind; she had maybe ten, fifteen seconds at the most while the beast skidded to a stop and whirled around to come back at her.

A trashcan provided the step up she needed to vault to the overhang and pull herself up, just ahead of the creature's second charge. It crashed into the wall, rebounded, and backed off enough to stare at her balefully. Olivia glared back - and only then noticed her gun on the ground at its feet. She must have lost it in the process of scrambling to safety, somehow failed to notice in the rush of adrenaline and the desperate desire to not be trampled to death...

"Great."

She risks a glance at the gash in her side (bleeding freely, deeper than she's comfortable with, but nothing that's going to kill her), sighs as she presses a hand against it, and frowns down at the boar-dog-thing again. Its feet are planted firmly, its huge round eyes locked on her, and it doesn't look like it's leaving any time soon... so apparently her options are sitting here hoping it does wander off eventually, wait for help, or try to set it on fire with her brain.

Needless to say, Olivia is not wildly enamored of any of these courses of action.

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[ruinedu2]

Fortunately for Olivia, she has, well...

Olivia.

It's been a hell of a day for both women it seems. The sleeve of Olivia's (the auburn one) black leather jacket is separated from the shoulder, hanging on only by frayed threads. It can be sewn back together, but there are several more tears along the length of that sleeve that will be more obvious after they're repaired. But she didn't lose her arm, or get carried away by a giant bird. So there's always a bright side.

She also still has enough bullets to put down the creature menacing her other self. The gun's report seems louder than it should in the otherwise deserted street.

It only takes one. "Dunham," she greets the blonde dryly once the beast has slumped over unmoving.