[ Charlie gives a little nod. Ugh, yeah. Yeah he fucked up.
He darts off in the opposite direction, trying to keep an eye out for a flash of blonde hair. What he does find is a scrap of black fabric caught on some bushes. Well, it's a start.
But then something moves. And then something growls, and Charlie has just enough time to wonder what the hell passes for a guard dog on this planet before something massive and hairless mows him over. The force of the impact is enough to drive the air from his lungs, and too-large paws plant themselves on his shoulders.
It's a small miracle the beast has a collar, because his Stop-Motion Field is the only thing keeping those jaws from his face. ]
[ Apparently the direction Peter chose left nothing to examine but a tool shed (which turned up nothing but little shack filled with gardening tools) and a dead end, so he doubles back to catch up with Charlie.
-- Who is currently pinned down by a Suban. Awesome.
There's apparently some work going in the garden, judging by the open pit nearby and the tools still lying out. Peter grabs at a shovel and whaps the ever-loving hell out of the creature's head. It rolls off with a startled yelp before stumbling away into the darkness.
After that, Peter is at Charlie's side in an instant. ]
Up ahead, there's the sound of more growling- looks like suban number two has something caught in a tree, given the way it's circling around, making the occasional jump. ]
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He darts off in the opposite direction, trying to keep an eye out for a flash of blonde hair. What he does find is a scrap of black fabric caught on some bushes. Well, it's a start.
But then something moves. And then something growls, and Charlie has just enough time to wonder what the hell passes for a guard dog on this planet before something massive and hairless mows him over. The force of the impact is enough to drive the air from his lungs, and too-large paws plant themselves on his shoulders.
It's a small miracle the beast has a collar, because his Stop-Motion Field is the only thing keeping those jaws from his face. ]
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-- Who is currently pinned down by a Suban. Awesome.
There's apparently some work going in the garden, judging by the open pit nearby and the tools still lying out. Peter grabs at a shovel and whaps the ever-loving hell out of the creature's head. It rolls off with a startled yelp before stumbling away into the darkness.
After that, Peter is at Charlie's side in an instant. ]
You okay? Did it bite you?
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What the hell was that thing?
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A suban. They're like-- these giant naked mole-rat-dog things.
And their bites are toxic. Make you lose consciousness within a couple minutes. Did it bite you?
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[ He pulls himself up to a sit ]
I found this back there, though. [ he holds up the scrap of fabric ]
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C'mon. Need to get moving if we're ever gonna find your girl.
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And your jacket.
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[ He heads off in the the only really viable direction. ]
This is why I like smash and grabs better.
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We can dance anyplace, man.
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Up ahead, there's the sound of more growling- looks like suban number two has something caught in a tree, given the way it's circling around, making the occasional jump. ]
... Still got that shovel?
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You wanna do the honors this time, Houdini?