Time to Get to Work?

[itsananimalthing]

[Riddick happens to be pretty damn good at psychic network projections. So when he sends this out, when the screaming starts, there's sound to go with it. No visual, because he's not that mean, but he'll offer it if anybody wants it. So his thought-voice, which sounds a whole lot like his speaking voice except maybe slightly less gravelly, is punctuated by screams, groans, and the occasional screech of brakes and crash of metal.]

So I guess this is what we're here for. There's some crazy cannibal people out here in the streets tryin' to eat other people. Or somethin'. I got head-pictures, if anybody wants 'em. I guess if you wanna fight, feel free to get out here and fight.

If you don't, better stay inside and lock the doors. This don't look like it's gonna be a lot of fun for folks who ain't interested in a little head-bashing.

[His last word is accompanied by the sound of something both wet and crunchy. Maybe it's actually a head-bashing. Who knows?]

Comments

[senseandcecilbility]

[Does he? Oh my, he should blame the golden tree for his unabashed frankness. He is supposed to be a mere butler, after all.]

I am at the hotel. I daresay you should place your wellbeing first, sir. If the sounds I have just overheard are any indication of your current circumstances.

[capital_asset]

[In fairness, even if they'd talked without the influence of the golden tree, Raidou would still ask.]

I am being as careful as I can.

[Just not terribly subtle at the moment. Still, he'll chance discovery of his demons over letting the attacking zombies run roughshod over everyone in range.]

None of them have gotten close enough to harm me.