I think I’d rather do the Joey/Alex thing asynchronously, through here. It’ll give me more chance to think about my responses. I realize it makes comments/actions from the Peanut Gallery a bit less easy, and if it needs to be read into the record next game, that’ll be its own special thing, but I think this will still be best. If nothing else, it will encourage folk to frequently visit the forum to follow along the drama, right? Um … right?
(If other people do have in-game stuff they want to say/do, or even color commentary, don’t be shy.)
Continuing from Masks-616 #14 - "Going Ape" …
Joe swings on the branch over the shallow, brush-choked ravine, and hits the ground with a subdued thud. Gorillas aren’t brachiators, he knows, but he’s strong and agile enough to do some acrobatics of that sort – when there are trees and branches hefty enough to handle his weight a few moments.
The sun, or what made it to the jungle floor, is behind him, as he bears off east from the location of their recent battle, away from the Excelsior and the people who will eventually go back that way.
An errant breeze – no, prop wash – wafts over his head, and one of Alex’ drones drops into his gaze, little red and blue lights signalling rapidly. It’s carrying something, which it tosses at Joe before he can react.
It bounces off his chest and falls down to the leafy ground in front of him. A bionic arm, also Alex’.
Their voice, tinny but recognizable, speaks out of the drone. “Can I give you a hand?”
Joe growls, a deep rumble, and his brow is more furrowed than usual. "You think this is some kinda joke?" He doesn’t quite yell that last word, but he doesn’t say it softly, either.