Friends on the Other Side [ Lucas Miller is a Man of Science, and if he were thinking properly through the haze of exhaustion and sheer terror, he'd be pausing to study the weird little insects (or... whatever they are), and the strange, wavering buildings, trying to get a read on his surroundings, trying to figure out what the hell is going on.
Instead, he's running for his life, because when given the choice between fight or flight, Lucas will usually choose 'flight'. Every few blocks he stops to catch his breath, doubled over and wheezing a constant stream of "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" to himself before he takes off running again.
He keeps glancing over his shoulder just to make sure that he isn't being pursued, so apologies in advance if a skinny nerd in a labcoat crashes into you! ]
Pretty Fly for a Fire Guy [ This... this is pretty nice, actually. Lucas isn't an outdoorsy kind of guy, more at home in his floating laboratory than anywhere else, but he can see the appeal of scenically rolling fields and dusky sunsets once in a while. It's even kind of peaceful, and the last few months have not been very peaceful at all for Lucas. He sits himself down at the top of a grassy hill, awkward and a bit stiff with his knees drawn up around his chin, but after a few quiet minutes, he relaxes enough to kick his legs out and lean back on his elbows.
A couple of fireflies gently bob around his head, and the whole scene is so picturesque that it's almost cliche... right up until one of the fireflies lands on Lucas's glasses and he swats it away, prompting the bug to flare up, spit acid at him, and melt a good-sized hole in the sleeve of his labcoat. Lucas bolts upright with an indignant screech. ]
Lucas Miller / The Adventure Zone
[ Lucas Miller is a Man of Science, and if he were thinking properly through the haze of exhaustion and sheer terror, he'd be pausing to study the weird little insects (or... whatever they are), and the strange, wavering buildings, trying to get a read on his surroundings, trying to figure out what the hell is going on.
Instead, he's running for his life, because when given the choice between fight or flight, Lucas will usually choose 'flight'. Every few blocks he stops to catch his breath, doubled over and wheezing a constant stream of "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" to himself before he takes off running again.
He keeps glancing over his shoulder just to make sure that he isn't being pursued, so apologies in advance if a skinny nerd in a labcoat crashes into you! ]
Pretty Fly for a Fire Guy
[ This... this is pretty nice, actually. Lucas isn't an outdoorsy kind of guy, more at home in his floating laboratory than anywhere else, but he can see the appeal of scenically rolling fields and dusky sunsets once in a while. It's even kind of peaceful, and the last few months have not been very peaceful at all for Lucas. He sits himself down at the top of a grassy hill, awkward and a bit stiff with his knees drawn up around his chin, but after a few quiet minutes, he relaxes enough to kick his legs out and lean back on his elbows.
A couple of fireflies gently bob around his head, and the whole scene is so picturesque that it's almost cliche... right up until one of the fireflies lands on Lucas's glasses and he swats it away, prompting the bug to flare up, spit acid at him, and melt a good-sized hole in the sleeve of his labcoat. Lucas bolts upright with an indignant screech. ]
Oh come on!