2. Exit strategy

[with_my_teacup]

[Filtered to Rinzler]

[Riddick's communicator is on the ground. He toes it up with a boot so that it shows his face.]

I'm out, 'warden'. Later. [He gives a little wave at the camera and then heads off at a run into a dark, nasty-looking forest, disappearing quickly in the gloom.

Comments

USELESS COMMENT.

[ifightfor]

[Riddick would get a 'Noted.' for this, but Rinzler is trying to figure out why the hell someone would bother painting on his helmet while he was out after the explosion.

...awwwww fuck it.]

spa-a-a-aaaaammmmm.

[ifightfor]

[Find, follow, hunt.

Fortunately the piece of the Barge the Admiral had assigned Rinzler to bring back could be as easily located in the forest as anywhere else, so the Program shifted priorities to finding his errant Inmate.

There will be proper introductions and ground rules after this. Now, Rinzler hunts. Finding the discarded communicator is easy. Following Riddick's trace into the forest is harder, but it's good sort of difficulty.

The weird wildlife here don't know better than to leave Rinzler alone, and that's also good, in a way.]

Pluot icon GO

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick's head start had gotten him deep into the forest, as he looked for something to make a weapon out of. On the plus side, bone was a real good medium. On the negative, though, the local wildlife got all possessive about that.

He'd lost his eyebrows in the scuffle, but gotten clear of the flaming demon beavers with a useful chunk of tibia. Now, perched up a tree, he was slowly grinding a consistent edge onto the jagged shard, looking for cracks or fracture point. He heard a sound that didn't fit-- like a far-off motor-- and went still, his little shiv-to-be resting lightly against the petrified wood.]

now i want pluots but all my pluots and pluot-related foods are in california

[ifightfor]

[Strange as flaming demon beavers may have been to many other inhabitants of the Barge, they were strange to Rinzler simply by dint of being animals. There's something useful about coming across a group of them that's already been disturbed on the same track as he is.

He stops before barreling into the little family outright, reaching up over his shoulder to draw his disc. Go around, instinct says, and careful, and even as he starts quartering away to pick up signs of Riddick's passage, his circuits go dark and growl mutes to the subvocal level.]

Spam - :( why are there not ALWAYS pluots.

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick heard the chitter of disturbed animals, and the faint sounds of ... something moving.

Some sneaky motherfucker was actually going to get the drop on him if he didn't play this right. He'd say he was happy for the challenge but really, he just kind of wanted to be left alone for a nice clean get away.

He shimmied down out of the tree, the shiv in his belt crude but workable, and pulled up his goggles, looking for movement in the darkness, listening for anything.]

[pbured]

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