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Sep. 19th, 2014 01:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
infamousdelsinHe's managed to get at least ten blast shards from the drones, and Delsin's feeling almost high. He's spending the day before his shift the same way he's spent the last ten days: running around the city, looking for more drones, draining what he can from the shards inside. He has more energy than he's had in weeks — maybe longer. He hadn't really been himself since coming here, and he knows it. Liz has helped; Aurora and Arya have helped. Shikamaru and Emma have been a help. But it isn't the same.
He's long since moved on from worrying about the Akomish to instead missing Fetch, Eugene, Betty, and Reggie intensely. Delsin finds himself unfairly comparing his Darrow friends to his Seattle friends, and although he tries to stop, he can't. He knows it's not good practice to get into, but when has he ever done anything good for himself?
But these drones are a godsend. They've got a little taste of home in every one, and although they appear to just be here, wandering like everyone else, there is still the background concern that the DUP have somehow followed him through. Maybe Augustine is seeking her revenge somehow. Maybe he should be expecting another Curdun Cay.
Not today, he resolves. Today, Delsin is going to find the last two drones on his map, and he's going to absorb the power of the blast shard, and then he's going to paint a triumphant tag somewhere high and visible, for the city of Darrow to feast their eyes upon. Maybe he can find a billboard that no one likes.
He spots a drone circling ahead and grins. It dips down, ducking under the overhanging awning of a streetside shop. Delsin leaps off the building and swings his arm up. The first smoke shot misses, singeing the fabric of the awning, but causes no real damage. He fires again mid-air, and this one hits home. His feet hit the concrete of the sidewalk just as the drone lands with a clang. Some Darrow natives gasp and dart away — others sort of just stare in distaste. Delsin's tempted to fire a smoke shot at their feet to scare them off, but he's not that much of a dick.
Usually.
He approaches the drone confidently and drains the radiation from it. It zings through him. He grins and shakes his wrist out. Time for the next one.
It's out by the boardwalk. Delsin's lucky someone else hasn't gotten to it. He downs it with ease and drains it quickly.
That's when he feels it. It's sharp and sudden, and it's been awhile but Delsin still recognizes the feeling of a new power. He gasps, then aims his hand: the smoke rocket that leaves it sends a shower of sand into the air. It rains down on him and gets through his beanie and hood.
"Oh, shit," he says with a laugh. "Oh my god, it's back!" He fires off another one. It feels amazing. He whoops and dashes forward, then shoots off a third. He's got one more — he can feel it — so he hangs onto it. They'll regenerate when he absorbs more smoke, but he wants to see if they're as powerful as they used to be.
It's time to head to the nearest abandoned building.
He's long since moved on from worrying about the Akomish to instead missing Fetch, Eugene, Betty, and Reggie intensely. Delsin finds himself unfairly comparing his Darrow friends to his Seattle friends, and although he tries to stop, he can't. He knows it's not good practice to get into, but when has he ever done anything good for himself?
But these drones are a godsend. They've got a little taste of home in every one, and although they appear to just be here, wandering like everyone else, there is still the background concern that the DUP have somehow followed him through. Maybe Augustine is seeking her revenge somehow. Maybe he should be expecting another Curdun Cay.
Not today, he resolves. Today, Delsin is going to find the last two drones on his map, and he's going to absorb the power of the blast shard, and then he's going to paint a triumphant tag somewhere high and visible, for the city of Darrow to feast their eyes upon. Maybe he can find a billboard that no one likes.
He spots a drone circling ahead and grins. It dips down, ducking under the overhanging awning of a streetside shop. Delsin leaps off the building and swings his arm up. The first smoke shot misses, singeing the fabric of the awning, but causes no real damage. He fires again mid-air, and this one hits home. His feet hit the concrete of the sidewalk just as the drone lands with a clang. Some Darrow natives gasp and dart away — others sort of just stare in distaste. Delsin's tempted to fire a smoke shot at their feet to scare them off, but he's not that much of a dick.
Usually.
He approaches the drone confidently and drains the radiation from it. It zings through him. He grins and shakes his wrist out. Time for the next one.
It's out by the boardwalk. Delsin's lucky someone else hasn't gotten to it. He downs it with ease and drains it quickly.
That's when he feels it. It's sharp and sudden, and it's been awhile but Delsin still recognizes the feeling of a new power. He gasps, then aims his hand: the smoke rocket that leaves it sends a shower of sand into the air. It rains down on him and gets through his beanie and hood.
"Oh, shit," he says with a laugh. "Oh my god, it's back!" He fires off another one. It feels amazing. He whoops and dashes forward, then shoots off a third. He's got one more — he can feel it — so he hangs onto it. They'll regenerate when he absorbs more smoke, but he wants to see if they're as powerful as they used to be.
It's time to head to the nearest abandoned building.