[Having failed to make many positive impressions on people - and feeling conflicted talking to Revan - Dixon's mostly been lingering around the outskirts of the group, quietly examining the shield he woke up with. In as strange way, it feels natural to carry, and when that gets tiring he finds out that he can strap it to his back and it becomes inexplicably lighter.
He also finds out the hard way how sharp the edges are when he nearly slices off his thumb. Back turned to the group, he covertly sucks at the cut. He feels the teleportation begin a millisecond before it happens, not quick enough to get a word out before they're all in a new location.]
-got to be fucking kidding me.
[Dixon wipes the trace blood on his hand on his jeans, squinting at the scrawled warning with an indignant huff at whatever powers that be are yanking them around. He half-turns, not particularly excited at their new locale, figuring it's just another stupid and interchangeable part of the ruins. And then he hears whooping and hollering. He huffs again and looks in the direction of the noise.]
What now- ow! [Instinctively, he slaps at a snapping pain on his shoulder, and is not surprised to hit and grab something biting him, but at the sheer size and nature of the thing. It's like a big bat.
Except, you know, biting him and with scales and a screwed-up little face that looks like "injured animal" and more "pissed off".
It's not even really a conscious decision to chuck the thing as far as he can from him. It flies like a rock at first, and then suddenly stops, hovering like a hummingbird in the air. It's also unconscious the way Dixon grabs his shield from where it's strapped to his back in one fluid motion, too, as if he's been using it as a weapon all his life.
His glaring at the snapping bird-bat-bug-thing is rather rudely interrupted by the sudden entourage of Wheelers.
Masked, warped weirdos like a person made a baby with a shopping cart, with spinning blades at their hands. Dixon doesn't even need to really think about it to see that they're bad news.]
Everybody run! [Somewhere he delves up the mettle to not just bolt, and plants his feet and braces behind his shield, checking over his shoulder to see if everyone is, in fact, hauling ass. Women and children and...other kids first. And the aliens.]
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He also finds out the hard way how sharp the edges are when he nearly slices off his thumb. Back turned to the group, he covertly sucks at the cut. He feels the teleportation begin a millisecond before it happens, not quick enough to get a word out before they're all in a new location.]
-got to be fucking kidding me.
[Dixon wipes the trace blood on his hand on his jeans, squinting at the scrawled warning with an indignant huff at whatever powers that be are yanking them around. He half-turns, not particularly excited at their new locale, figuring it's just another stupid and interchangeable part of the ruins. And then he hears whooping and hollering. He huffs again and looks in the direction of the noise.]
What now- ow! [Instinctively, he slaps at a snapping pain on his shoulder, and is not surprised to hit and grab something biting him, but at the sheer size and nature of the thing. It's like a big bat.
Except, you know, biting him and with scales and a screwed-up little face that looks like "injured animal" and more "pissed off".
It's not even really a conscious decision to chuck the thing as far as he can from him. It flies like a rock at first, and then suddenly stops, hovering like a hummingbird in the air. It's also unconscious the way Dixon grabs his shield from where it's strapped to his back in one fluid motion, too, as if he's been using it as a weapon all his life.
His glaring at the snapping bird-bat-bug-thing is rather rudely interrupted by the sudden entourage of Wheelers.
Masked, warped weirdos like a person made a baby with a shopping cart, with spinning blades at their hands. Dixon doesn't even need to really think about it to see that they're bad news.]
Everybody run! [Somewhere he delves up the mettle to not just bolt, and plants his feet and braces behind his shield, checking over his shoulder to see if everyone is, in fact, hauling ass. Women and children and...other kids first. And the aliens.]