Post by billybobjoe47s on Jan 1, 2013 21:52:03 GMT -5
Here's part II, everyone!
Billybobjoe47s
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As Brennan trudged through the rainy night, he pulled on a coat, the only item of winter clothing he had. However, it was meant for a much larger person, meaning it fit him much like a trench coat or long robe, and the hood covered his face entirely. It was an odd sight, a small individual in a robe trudging through the back alleys.
He shivered as he walked, and he was hunched over, holding the Traveler in his left paw and looking at it occasionally. Suddenly, a bright idea hit him, and he wondered why this hadn’t occurred to him in the first place.
“Traveler, can you download the map directly to my HUD?”
“Certainly!”
A bright flash of light blue lit up the nearby area for a fraction of a second, and then Brennan put the Traveler within his coat. In his HUD, directly projected onto his retina by the implanted devices that had saved his life so many times, a map of the area shone, allowing him to walk with head down and paws tucked within his coat. A blinking warning icon suddenly appeared, coupled with a soft, yet insistent beeping within his mind.
Checking the flashing exclamation mark, a warning popped up on the bottom of his HUD. ‘Warning! Current temperatures recommend getting under cover within the next 030 minutes, 31 seconds.’ The timer constantly counted down, reminding him that hypothermia was not far off, in ice cold rain with little protection.
With the alarm of impending harm sounding in his head, he trudged ever closer to his destination, now only a few hundred yards ahead. A right turn was signaled, and he looked to his right to see a dank, dark alley with little to no lighting.
Ignoring the now familiar tone accompanying the ‘Low-light levels, adjusting retinal cells’ message, he peered into the now-clear shadows. It seemed clear, only a Dumpster and a few pieces of trash scattered within. Entering, a left turn at the end of the alley was signaled, over a couple of trash cans hidden in the deep shadows.
As he walked the final feet to his destination, he saw graffiti on the walls, a prestigious amount, and all held the same message. While varying in profanity and spelling, all read the same basic messages: “This is Thug territory” and “Thugs were here.”
Seeing a particularly vulgar example, his eyes crinkled in righteous rage. “How dare someone paint such a horrifying statement!” With his eyes glowing blue a small stream of light left his hands and impacted against the wall. The mortar holding the brick wall together liquefied, and the graffiti-covered bricks rotated one by one, ending so that all the graffiti was hidden. His eyes returned to normal, and the mortar solidified once again. However, righteous anger came with a cost: he slumped a little bit, energy spent.
He heard a sound like that of a muffled curse, and he quickly spun to look behind him, before looking up and forward again. Seeing no individuals, he continued walking, albeit more cautiously. His HUD signaled that his destination was immediately to his left, he turned to see a small nook, just big enough for a normal-sized human, meaning there was plenty of room for the much-smaller Brennan to snuggle inside.
Pulling out a blanket from Hammerspace, he set it on the ground before lying down and wrapping the extra slack around his body. He murmured, “Traveler, initiate shutdown,” and promptly fell asleep, safe from the raging storm.
Billybobjoe47s
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As Brennan trudged through the rainy night, he pulled on a coat, the only item of winter clothing he had. However, it was meant for a much larger person, meaning it fit him much like a trench coat or long robe, and the hood covered his face entirely. It was an odd sight, a small individual in a robe trudging through the back alleys.
He shivered as he walked, and he was hunched over, holding the Traveler in his left paw and looking at it occasionally. Suddenly, a bright idea hit him, and he wondered why this hadn’t occurred to him in the first place.
“Traveler, can you download the map directly to my HUD?”
“Certainly!”
A bright flash of light blue lit up the nearby area for a fraction of a second, and then Brennan put the Traveler within his coat. In his HUD, directly projected onto his retina by the implanted devices that had saved his life so many times, a map of the area shone, allowing him to walk with head down and paws tucked within his coat. A blinking warning icon suddenly appeared, coupled with a soft, yet insistent beeping within his mind.
Checking the flashing exclamation mark, a warning popped up on the bottom of his HUD. ‘Warning! Current temperatures recommend getting under cover within the next 030 minutes, 31 seconds.’ The timer constantly counted down, reminding him that hypothermia was not far off, in ice cold rain with little protection.
With the alarm of impending harm sounding in his head, he trudged ever closer to his destination, now only a few hundred yards ahead. A right turn was signaled, and he looked to his right to see a dank, dark alley with little to no lighting.
Ignoring the now familiar tone accompanying the ‘Low-light levels, adjusting retinal cells’ message, he peered into the now-clear shadows. It seemed clear, only a Dumpster and a few pieces of trash scattered within. Entering, a left turn at the end of the alley was signaled, over a couple of trash cans hidden in the deep shadows.
As he walked the final feet to his destination, he saw graffiti on the walls, a prestigious amount, and all held the same message. While varying in profanity and spelling, all read the same basic messages: “This is Thug territory” and “Thugs were here.”
Seeing a particularly vulgar example, his eyes crinkled in righteous rage. “How dare someone paint such a horrifying statement!” With his eyes glowing blue a small stream of light left his hands and impacted against the wall. The mortar holding the brick wall together liquefied, and the graffiti-covered bricks rotated one by one, ending so that all the graffiti was hidden. His eyes returned to normal, and the mortar solidified once again. However, righteous anger came with a cost: he slumped a little bit, energy spent.
He heard a sound like that of a muffled curse, and he quickly spun to look behind him, before looking up and forward again. Seeing no individuals, he continued walking, albeit more cautiously. His HUD signaled that his destination was immediately to his left, he turned to see a small nook, just big enough for a normal-sized human, meaning there was plenty of room for the much-smaller Brennan to snuggle inside.
Pulling out a blanket from Hammerspace, he set it on the ground before lying down and wrapping the extra slack around his body. He murmured, “Traveler, initiate shutdown,” and promptly fell asleep, safe from the raging storm.