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(A battle in the Nightmare)
[Mon Jan 15 2024]
On Wooded Elm Street Skirting the White Oak Institute
It is night, about 26F(-3C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waxing crescent moon.
eyes narrowed, Zdenik scans the area until his gaze falls on Casey, charging straight at her before giving her any time to react.
Casey pauses, frowning as she glances around the nightmare. "... hello?" Casey calls into the darkness, tonguing her canine as she looks. "Things... changed... suddenly," Casey says, brushing her fingers through the roiling fog, and surprised as they coalesce into weaponry and armor. Her eyes blink twice, and Casey shoulders her rifle, aiming it at the figure of Zdenik. "Hello?!" Casey says. "Stop, or I'll...!" she squints down the barrel of the dream-thing.
A Battle In The Nightmare
(A battle in the Nightmare)
[Mon Jan 15 2024]
On Wooded Elm Street Skirting the White Oak Institute
It is night, about 26F(-3C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. There is a waxing crescent moon.
eyes narrowed, Zdenik scans the area until his gaze falls on Casey, charging straight at her before giving her any time to react.
Casey pauses, frowning as she glances around the nightmare. "... hello?" Casey calls into the darkness, tonguing her canine as she looks. "Things... changed... suddenly," Casey says, brushing her fingers through the roiling fog, and surprised as they coalesce into weaponry and armor. Her eyes blink twice, and Casey shoulders her rifle, aiming it at the figure of Zdenik. "Hello?!" Casey says. "Stop, or I'll...!" she squints down the barrel of the dream-thing.