[ He has way more experience with shit like this then he'd like to admit too. Being one place in one breath and then somewhere entirely new in the next. Adrien had time to recognize that he had been taken without Courser and that his cuff had fallen off en route.
Usually an indicator that he'd made a jump away from his usual point of origin. Adrien had no time to really consider it, as he stepped outside long enough to catch sight of utter devastation, and a sign reading Mexico City, before everything went dark again.
Consciousness came a little more slowly the second time, the stinging sensation of particles sandblasting his face and hands chasing him towards awareness. He opened his eyes and almost immediately shut them as the dust irritated them, he was taking a breath to curse when a booted foot suddenly slammed into his gut, sending him rolling.
An attack was something he could deal with and as he felt the shift in air currents indicating that foot coming towards his abdomen a second time, Adrien curled like a pillbug and grabbed at the ankle, yanking his assailant off their feet.
Buying himself time to get to his feet, he bounced upwards and peered at the man who attacked him. He didn't recognize the face or anything about the man, except for the fact that he had gotten quickly to his feet as well. Adrien held up a hand, wanting to ask what the foxtrot but again, before he could draw a breath the guy was one him and the attacks were being delivered with deadly intent.
The doctor managed to kick his opponent back again, giving the man a warning look. He really didn't want to introduce himself to a new ... whatever ... with a murder but when the man pulled out a wicked looking knife, Adrien gave up on playing fairly.
This time when the man closed on him, the doctor engaged with moves to kill. He was easily holding his own against the one man, knife or no knife, but seemed to be unaware of the other two coming out of the dust to join the fray. That wasn't particularly sporting; especially the maul axe in the hands of the one.]
Arriving in Style - Medical Aid:
[ Now that there didn't seem to be anyone immediately trying to kill him, Adrien made his way through the streets trying to get his bearings.
He wasn't looking for any injuries, however he wasn't going to ignore them either if someone looked like they needed a quick patch job. At least he'd had one of his first aid kits on him when he'd gotten yanked to ... wherever the hell he was now. ]
You want to get that patched before the next boogeyman comes out of the shadows?
Team Twelve and the Bridge:
[ As he stood at the edge of the bridge, having been made aware of what was expected of him, Adrien looked down over the edge of the bank and then up and down the river.
By his count there were multiple bridges. So why were they bothering with blocking up all of them? Just blow this one up, right? ]
Wildcard:
[ Got an idea for something that doesn't fit one of these prompts? Let me know or just throw it at me! ]
Adrien Arbuckal - Team Twelve
[ He has way more experience with shit like this then he'd like to admit too. Being one place in one breath and then somewhere entirely new in the next. Adrien had time to recognize that he had been taken without Courser and that his cuff had fallen off en route.
Usually an indicator that he'd made a jump away from his usual point of origin. Adrien had no time to really consider it, as he stepped outside long enough to catch sight of utter devastation, and a sign reading Mexico City, before everything went dark again.
Consciousness came a little more slowly the second time, the stinging sensation of particles sandblasting his face and hands chasing him towards awareness. He opened his eyes and almost immediately shut them as the dust irritated them, he was taking a breath to curse when a booted foot suddenly slammed into his gut, sending him rolling.
An attack was something he could deal with and as he felt the shift in air currents indicating that foot coming towards his abdomen a second time, Adrien curled like a pillbug and grabbed at the ankle, yanking his assailant off their feet.
Buying himself time to get to his feet, he bounced upwards and peered at the man who attacked him. He didn't recognize the face or anything about the man, except for the fact that he had gotten quickly to his feet as well. Adrien held up a hand, wanting to ask what the foxtrot but again, before he could draw a breath the guy was one him and the attacks were being delivered with deadly intent.
The doctor managed to kick his opponent back again, giving the man a warning look. He really didn't want to introduce himself to a new ... whatever ... with a murder but when the man pulled out a wicked looking knife, Adrien gave up on playing fairly.
This time when the man closed on him, the doctor engaged with moves to kill. He was easily holding his own against the one man, knife or no knife, but seemed to be unaware of the other two coming out of the dust to join the fray. That wasn't particularly sporting; especially the maul axe in the hands of the one.]
Arriving in Style - Medical Aid:
[ Now that there didn't seem to be anyone immediately trying to kill him, Adrien made his way through the streets trying to get his bearings.
He wasn't looking for any injuries, however he wasn't going to ignore them either if someone looked like they needed a quick patch job. At least he'd had one of his first aid kits on him when he'd gotten yanked to ... wherever the hell he was now. ]
You want to get that patched before the next boogeyman comes out of the shadows?
Team Twelve and the Bridge:
[ As he stood at the edge of the bridge, having been made aware of what was expected of him, Adrien looked down over the edge of the bank and then up and down the river.
By his count there were multiple bridges. So why were they bothering with blocking up all of them? Just blow this one up, right? ]
Wildcard:
[ Got an idea for something that doesn't fit one of these prompts? Let me know or just throw it at me! ]