[Dimension hopping is already the worst, but doing it unexpectedly is more worst. Thankfully, doing it like twenty times already has prepared Tucker for the possibility that he's going to be instantly attacked by something. Or possibly made to fight in some weird battle royale shit... Both of which appear to be true. Good, great.
He gets up quickly, unholstering his revolver. He's definitely in some kind of coliseum, and there are other people around, but they're not his team. Some of them don't appear to be super alive, either? Are these fucking ghouls? He's going to be really mad if these are fucking ghouls. Whatever, not time for thinking.
Tucker spots one of the ghouls(?) going after another non-undead person, and he lines up a shot. Which of course misses, because the first one always does, but the second one nails the sucker right between the shoulder blades. He's satisfied until he realizes this means its attention has been redirected to him. Welp.
He backs up, still firing, and in the end it takes four more bullets to bring this thing down.]
Son of a bitch.
[Perhaps your character is grateful to him for getting rid of the creature attacking them, or angry that he stole their kill. Or maybe they'd like to offer some assistance in clearing a path outta here? Either way, they will find Tucker frantically reloading while trying to dodge not-ghouls.]
2. Mirrors Are Stupid (Sorrow/Hope)
[Tucker's not impressed with the whole "spooky image" bullshit. Okay, cool, he saw himself in a bad situation in a mirror. Been there, done that. Practically.
He slam dunks his into the nearest garbage can. Nice try, losers.
In reality, it bothers him a lot, but like hell he's going to let on that he's ruffled. Instead he's just going to continue about his business around town, and so what if there's an image of a big black wolf in a cage following him around in every reflective surface? That doesn't mean anything. Fuck off.
Tucker can be encountered anywhere in town, staunchly avoiding looking into shop windows, lake surfaces, and the like. If he sees someone else's reflections, though, he's totally going to peek. Sorry.]
James Tucker | Original/D&D
[Dimension hopping is already the worst, but doing it unexpectedly is more worst. Thankfully, doing it like twenty times already has prepared Tucker for the possibility that he's going to be instantly attacked by something. Or possibly made to fight in some weird battle royale shit... Both of which appear to be true. Good, great.
He gets up quickly, unholstering his revolver. He's definitely in some kind of coliseum, and there are other people around, but they're not his team. Some of them don't appear to be super alive, either? Are these fucking ghouls? He's going to be really mad if these are fucking ghouls. Whatever, not time for thinking.
Tucker spots one of the ghouls(?) going after another non-undead person, and he lines up a shot. Which of course misses, because the first one always does, but the second one nails the sucker right between the shoulder blades. He's satisfied until he realizes this means its attention has been redirected to him. Welp.
He backs up, still firing, and in the end it takes four more bullets to bring this thing down.]
Son of a bitch.
[Perhaps your character is grateful to him for getting rid of the creature attacking them, or angry that he stole their kill. Or maybe they'd like to offer some assistance in clearing a path outta here? Either way, they will find Tucker frantically reloading while trying to dodge not-ghouls.]
2. Mirrors Are Stupid (Sorrow/Hope)
[Tucker's not impressed with the whole "spooky image" bullshit. Okay, cool, he saw himself in a bad situation in a mirror. Been there, done that. Practically.
He slam dunks his into the nearest garbage can. Nice try, losers.
In reality, it bothers him a lot, but like hell he's going to let on that he's ruffled. Instead he's just going to continue about his business around town, and so what if there's an image of a big black wolf in a cage following him around in every reflective surface? That doesn't mean anything. Fuck off.
Tucker can be encountered anywhere in town, staunchly avoiding looking into shop windows, lake surfaces, and the like. If he sees someone else's reflections, though, he's totally going to peek. Sorry.]