Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 1:10:56 GMT -6
People seemed to be fleeing an area in New York. Everyone was screaming and sirens could be heard in the distance, the police responding to whatever was causing the mayhem. Gun shots could also be heard, something serious was going on. However it was just one man, one man with a large pink mohawk holding a large cutlass and an 1800's style revolver. He was wearing a black trench coat with black dress pants and dress shirt and a white vest and tie. It was tough to tell if he was drunk, high or just insane.
Recently a SHIELD agent had died, a shame but also not out of the ordinary. However this particular agent had also been Olly's assistant. Anyone who didn't pay attention might wonder why he needed an assistant. This situation right here was why. He had a tendency to get confused as to what year it was. While he was better most of the time this was a different matter. Not only did he not have his assistant to help him, he couldn't remember the code to his locker and that was where he had his journal. That would've helped him eventually figure this out.
But now he was stuck with no actual idea as to what year it was. Normally it started off simple enough but eventually things got worse. At this point things were getting a lot worse and now he was stuck and very confused. He'd been teleporting around trying to figure it out before ending up on some street corner, angry and confused as to what was happening. He started yelling in Ancient Greek. He seemed to be screaming the same thing over and over.
"What year is it!?"
He screamed before he began going into another language that was pretty much a combination of Russian and English with a hint of Chinese mixed in. He'd begun shooting randomly and so far most of the windows and walls of the buildings nearby had holes in them. As sirens neared he turned to face them, gun pointed at them.
Recently a SHIELD agent had died, a shame but also not out of the ordinary. However this particular agent had also been Olly's assistant. Anyone who didn't pay attention might wonder why he needed an assistant. This situation right here was why. He had a tendency to get confused as to what year it was. While he was better most of the time this was a different matter. Not only did he not have his assistant to help him, he couldn't remember the code to his locker and that was where he had his journal. That would've helped him eventually figure this out.
But now he was stuck with no actual idea as to what year it was. Normally it started off simple enough but eventually things got worse. At this point things were getting a lot worse and now he was stuck and very confused. He'd been teleporting around trying to figure it out before ending up on some street corner, angry and confused as to what was happening. He started yelling in Ancient Greek. He seemed to be screaming the same thing over and over.
"What year is it!?"
He screamed before he began going into another language that was pretty much a combination of Russian and English with a hint of Chinese mixed in. He'd begun shooting randomly and so far most of the windows and walls of the buildings nearby had holes in them. As sirens neared he turned to face them, gun pointed at them.