inkrok

My sketches and random thoughts, because Twitter apparently wasn't enough.

April 23, 2014 10:19 pm
So this was the last sketch before I took my hiatus last year.  Decided to punch up the anatomy (exaggeration) more, it looked a little stale in places prior.

WIP

So this was the last sketch before I took my hiatus last year.  Decided to punch up the anatomy (exaggeration) more, it looked a little stale in places prior.

WIP

10:14 pm

sherlockiie:

whatacutemayor:

thetownofmacaron:

THIS IS THE PERFECT DESCRIPTION OF ME

This is my life

I saw this post just after I hung up a skype call

Me after every conversation T^T

(Source: delusioninabox, via afroman-dan)

12:41 am
From an older sketch session. I have a LOT of sketches to upload now that I’m back in the grooooove of things.

From an older sketch session. I have a LOT of sketches to upload now that I’m back in the grooooove of things.

12:39 am

Short piece from a WIP chapter (Experimental Bug).

Been working on this the last couple of days, and decided to start posting a few pieces to tumblr from time to time.  This is all pretty raw and unedited, as a heads up!

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He almost got her.

The blue light swerved tight into his gut. The man in the black two-piece suit fell into a twitching heap, holding his stomach as the pain from the electric staff coursed through his body. Another swing took out the agent to her immediate left, as she swept his left leg right out from under him.

Three down, ten to go? Way too much work.

Testing out the current limits of her suit in battle wasn’t supposed to be such an ordeal, and figuring out why her hammer wasn’t assembling properly wasn’t nearly as important as dodging the “soft rounds” they were firing at her.

At the very least, she knew they no longer wanted her dead. 

That was a drastic improvement from her previous encounter with them.  Their ammunition was actually live the first night. She certainly wasn’t going to complain about that change now.

No matter how impressive she felt in the suit, she also knew her time and her repertoire was limited. If not for the powered battle suit, she certainly wouldn’t be able to fend off the agents at all.

"Keep that vigilante in place! We aren’t letting her get away this time!"

Three more swooped towards her. A swing to her right bounced off the arms of one agent. As he slid back from the force, another one stepped to her back. His cheek was met by the staff’s blunt end as she swung it back, sending him spiraling to the floor.

A loud beep rang through her left ear. The display lit up on the left side with all sorts of red lights. And just out of the corners of her eyes…

Her staff just barely blocked this new girl’s attack. What worried her, was that she also didn’t topple over in pain from the taser staff.

Yup, she’s going to be a problem.

"Put down the toy and surrender," the girl commanded.

She wasn’t exactly an expert with that “toy”, to say the least. But then again, she didn’t really need to be when it fired off electric shocks on contact. While it wasn’t the primary weapon for the suit, she’d make due with it until she could fix its main arsenal.

If those agents decided to be a little more aggressive though, she was pretty sure she couldn’t take them all on with just that staff and her limited combat skills. As it was, they were going light, for certain.

Far be it for her to ask them to make it tougher.

"Why don’t you just surrender? If you drop your weapon now we’ll take that into consideration!" The tall girl held her own staff ready. "You’ve already wasted enough time and injured enough agents!"

Speaking back to them was certainly out of the question. For now, she had no way to disguise her voice. That was yet another one of those things she needed to add to “the List”.

"No choice, agents," one of the men said flatly. The older man drew a pistol from his waist that was far different than the guns they’d used up until that point.  Definitely not standard issue…

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March 19, 2014 1:52 am