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7/22/2025, 5:07:23 AM
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The fridge door opens, and you jump to the ready. Out of the room walks a man with long black hair over his face and blood on his knuckles, wielding a Stormwatch axe with a shattered blad-
-O-oh, that's Lalli.
Whatever encounter he had in there was obviously trivial, but by the look of him you get the idea he decided to be extremely thorough.
The large, disheveled Finn orients himself in the room behind a veil of hair, and finds the Nakki on the ground. Laughing.
"I guess you like this mask the most, don't y-"
Immediately the Nakki's entire skull is squished under Kiikoinen's boot. Cartilage bones from being part fish, or something. The sight of the soft skull giving way to Lalli's heel is as cartoonish as it is mortifying.
One stomp was not enough. Eyeballs came shooting out, but he kept going. The head was about three inches thick, but he kept going. He stopped at about the fifteenth, but made one last blow with the blunt pneumatic axe, which still managed to split some of the remains of the Nakki's head.
Heavy breathing between the two of you is all that fills the room. The gold light slowly retreats into the blade, lightly humming.
"A-are you alright?" You manage to ask. Physically, he was fine. Mentally...
L3 Kiikoinen gazes at you from between the splits in the hair that's covered his face, before standing up straight, holstering the axe on his belt, and running his hair back. Without a word in response, he chimes in on the radio. "Primary targets neutralized."
"Saemus, get back in position-very good, Lalli," Arsi speaks, his low and heavily accented tone hastening to micromanage some situation you had tuned yourself out of. "Take the body you left behind in there and put it in here. The kitchen staff might enter the fridge at any moment."
You've finished going over your injuries; you've gotten off pretty easily, given the number of human-maiming implements in this room. This tough jacket is something. But something about the operator's sentence bothers you. "I'm sorry, kitchen staff?"
"We are in the backend of an underground pub," Kiikoinen answers, swinging wide the door to cold storage. "Go handle the captives with Sigrun."
Being able to do some tangible good is a great way to burn off the adrenaline that you still have. "Y-yes sir!"
Before you go, you find a cup you can clean and fill it with water from a sink before heading out to the barn again. You brought a chocolate sword, and some poor kid is going to need it.
The fridge door opens, and you jump to the ready. Out of the room walks a man with long black hair over his face and blood on his knuckles, wielding a Stormwatch axe with a shattered blad-
-O-oh, that's Lalli.
Whatever encounter he had in there was obviously trivial, but by the look of him you get the idea he decided to be extremely thorough.
The large, disheveled Finn orients himself in the room behind a veil of hair, and finds the Nakki on the ground. Laughing.
"I guess you like this mask the most, don't y-"
Immediately the Nakki's entire skull is squished under Kiikoinen's boot. Cartilage bones from being part fish, or something. The sight of the soft skull giving way to Lalli's heel is as cartoonish as it is mortifying.
One stomp was not enough. Eyeballs came shooting out, but he kept going. The head was about three inches thick, but he kept going. He stopped at about the fifteenth, but made one last blow with the blunt pneumatic axe, which still managed to split some of the remains of the Nakki's head.
Heavy breathing between the two of you is all that fills the room. The gold light slowly retreats into the blade, lightly humming.
"A-are you alright?" You manage to ask. Physically, he was fine. Mentally...
L3 Kiikoinen gazes at you from between the splits in the hair that's covered his face, before standing up straight, holstering the axe on his belt, and running his hair back. Without a word in response, he chimes in on the radio. "Primary targets neutralized."
"Saemus, get back in position-very good, Lalli," Arsi speaks, his low and heavily accented tone hastening to micromanage some situation you had tuned yourself out of. "Take the body you left behind in there and put it in here. The kitchen staff might enter the fridge at any moment."
You've finished going over your injuries; you've gotten off pretty easily, given the number of human-maiming implements in this room. This tough jacket is something. But something about the operator's sentence bothers you. "I'm sorry, kitchen staff?"
"We are in the backend of an underground pub," Kiikoinen answers, swinging wide the door to cold storage. "Go handle the captives with Sigrun."
Being able to do some tangible good is a great way to burn off the adrenaline that you still have. "Y-yes sir!"
Before you go, you find a cup you can clean and fill it with water from a sink before heading out to the barn again. You brought a chocolate sword, and some poor kid is going to need it.
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