Wolfgang has to work on breathing properly for a few more moments, then he sees her heading towards the edge and -- no, that's unsafe, they should be. Going. Away from there. In the opposite direction. On the other side of the planet, maybe, that would be helpful. It takes too long for his mind to catch up with the rest of him and when he remembers what it is she's looking for, the first words out of his mouth then are, "I can stop that." It sounds wondering at first, as if he's surprised with himself. I can?
"I can stop that," he says again, this time with more conviction because he knows -- yes, of course he can stop it. He pushes himself upward and pauses only a moment while everything spins (real or not real?) and he's thinking, fuck, I'm tired. He wasn't so tired a few moments ago.
But this is easy. That thing down there is all metal and whatever is powering it, both in terms of bodily design and its AI, is obviously incredibly complicated -- and the more complicated something is, the easier it is to break, you just have to make a single essential function fail. There are a million things he can do to stop it that are well within his power.
He lurches over towards the edge of the building once his vision steadies. Thread. What he needs is thread. Lacking that or a loose seam in his clothes -- which would be convenient and annoying at the same time -- he reaches up and plucks a strand of hair. (His hair is also convenient and annoying at the same time.) He studies the thing's movements for a while before he ties a series of knots in his hair -- and when he does the creature jerks and trembles and then just --
Collapses in on itself. Like it's imploding.
(That was not actually what he had been trying to do, but he'll take it, thank you.)
He doesn't have time to be pleased with himself because of the way the entire building suddenly shakes as if there's an earthquake, but -- no, it's just this building. Something hit it with enough force to shake its foundation, and Wolfgang looks alarmed. "That was not me."
The HIT Mark looks just like a man. A tall, muscular blonde man in jeans and a leather jacket, walking around the corner from the opposite street and just coming into view, casual as you please. He stops when he sees the rickety fire escape and looks first at the collapsed dog-like metal creature with an expression of mild surprise and puzzlement. Then his gaze slowly travels upwards until he sees the both of them.
His left eye emits a red light. The parallel is unintentional but unmistakable.
Wolfgang is not inclined to touch people without their permission, generally, but when a surge of recognition slams him straight in the gut his arm shoots out to grab the woman by the shirt and pull her down with him just before a hail of bullets flies where they had been one second before.
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"I can stop that," he says again, this time with more conviction because he knows -- yes, of course he can stop it. He pushes himself upward and pauses only a moment while everything spins (real or not real?) and he's thinking, fuck, I'm tired. He wasn't so tired a few moments ago.
But this is easy. That thing down there is all metal and whatever is powering it, both in terms of bodily design and its AI, is obviously incredibly complicated -- and the more complicated something is, the easier it is to break, you just have to make a single essential function fail. There are a million things he can do to stop it that are well within his power.
He lurches over towards the edge of the building once his vision steadies. Thread. What he needs is thread. Lacking that or a loose seam in his clothes -- which would be convenient and annoying at the same time -- he reaches up and plucks a strand of hair. (His hair is also convenient and annoying at the same time.) He studies the thing's movements for a while before he ties a series of knots in his hair -- and when he does the creature jerks and trembles and then just --
Collapses in on itself. Like it's imploding.
(That was not actually what he had been trying to do, but he'll take it, thank you.)
He doesn't have time to be pleased with himself because of the way the entire building suddenly shakes as if there's an earthquake, but -- no, it's just this building. Something hit it with enough force to shake its foundation, and Wolfgang looks alarmed. "That was not me."
The HIT Mark looks just like a man. A tall, muscular blonde man in jeans and a leather jacket, walking around the corner from the opposite street and just coming into view, casual as you please. He stops when he sees the rickety fire escape and looks first at the collapsed dog-like metal creature with an expression of mild surprise and puzzlement. Then his gaze slowly travels upwards until he sees the both of them.
His left eye emits a red light. The parallel is unintentional but unmistakable.
Wolfgang is not inclined to touch people without their permission, generally, but when a surge of recognition slams him straight in the gut his arm shoots out to grab the woman by the shirt and pull her down with him just before a hail of bullets flies where they had been one second before.