His breathing was deep, but silent under his helmet. The eye pieces shone, and the sound of digital bleeps and tones could be heard very quietly as on the inside of the helmet, countless numbers and letters appeared on a very small screen infront of Alex's eyes.
His tall body led in the long grasses of the field, his suit currently not in stealth mode, so it had a few lights on the shoulders as he led, stomach on the ground, his rifle poised directly infront of him, perfectly in line with his body.
He was deadly still in the night, from a distance only looking like a few fireflies landed in the grass, but close up his sillhouette could be seen, as he stared down the barrel of his rifle, through the tactical analysis viewscope built into his fully repaired suit.
Silently, he watched in the distance, figures moving. The Opera House. He had no rifle rounds to shoot anyone with, but was testing his suit's ability to focus on objects distantly. He was so fixated on his target, that he could not hear anything arround him. It was as if he was in a trance, staring objectively at the people in the opera house. Then, with a final clear shot, he pulled the trigger, quietly making the sound effect of the gun,
"Pow..."
With a satisfied grin he relaxed the gun slightly and nodded, concluding that the suit was fully repaired and re-calibrated. Had he actually fired a bullet, the unsuspecting victim would have been dead, with no time to realise they had been shot. It was a clear shot to the head, perfectly lined between the eyes; or at least, close enough. For no particular reason, this was Sita. However, though the two originally had hostilities, they were, for now, at peace, and Alex knew full well that, had he actually any bullets in his gun, he would have never shot Sita. She was just there, in full view for him to shoot. Sorry Sita, he smiled, shaking his head.
His mind was still set in a trance though. Anything could have approached and attacked him at that moment. For some reason though, he felt calm and safe in the long grass...
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Roxanne » Administrator
[aka Sita Levesque
and Ennui Svajone]
Posts: 8
(14/8/05 18:51)
Re: Another meeting... :: p ::
Shoulder to the wheel...
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...For someone else's selfish gain.
Anya lay in the tall grasses of the fields, staring up at the stars. It had been a long while since she'd spent some nice quality time with nature, and she missed it. As much as she was a tough girl carrying a handgun and wearing leather, she enjoyed nature and such things as those. Really, she was a crunchy tree-hugger in denial. So she lay in the grass and gazed at the stars, letting herself drift into a daze. Memories tugged at her mind, but she resisted, remaining indifferent for just a night.
'Pow...' Anya heard someone say, and she sat up. Who was that? She stood, taking her gun out and holding it in front of her. She was very cautious, and didn't like to be unprotected. Who are you? She asked softly, dangerously. Reveal yourself...
It was as if someone had prodded him in the side suddenly and he turned onto his side slightly, sittign up. All that could be seen was the silhouette of someone sat in the long grass, a small orange LED on either shoulder.
As Alex spoke in reply, his voice sounded slightly robotic; his accent completely undefinable,
"Uhm... hello...?"
The safety of the grass suddenly swept away from under him and he felt edgy. It was a voice he didn't recognise. There was no need to look around though, his helmet heard the direction of the voice, and had already highlighted the outline of the girl who was also in the grass. She was surprisingly close to him to say that he hadn't seen or felt there was someone near. A small bleep i his ear and a flash highlighted another outline on the body of the woman. A small firearm. He swallowed, realising that if she was to fire the sidearm at him, his damaged armour would not protect him. The words on his screen flashed white, 'Threat: Moderate'
He looked in her general direction and cocked his head slightly,
"I'm sorry, am I intruding...?"
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Roxanne » Administrator
[aka Sita Levesque
and Ennui Svajone]
Posts: 9
(14/8/05 4:14 pm)
subtle amusement
Shoulder to the wheel...
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...For someone else's selfish gain.
Anya lowered the gun partway. The man before her looked ragged and tired, not at all like a threat to her. She smirked. Intruding on public property, not likely. She knew he must be new around here though, if he thought he was intruding. She paused for effect. She didn't want to let him off too easily. This is private property, you know. I could shoot you. Glancing at his face for emotion, she then lowered the gun completely and began to laugh. No intrusion. Public property. With that, she sat down and introduced herself. I'm Anyanka Halfrek, and you are?
He smiled slightly at her joke and shook his head,
"You could indeed have shot me, but the chances of you finding a weak point in my armour is remote. This is high technology equipment."
A lie, of course, but he had to try and call her bluff. The armour WAS indeed still capable of protecting against a sidearm shot, but it would only do that if she was to shoot him in the correct place; where the armour plating beneath the surface was still in tact. If she was to shoot him anywhere else, it would be very painful.
He looked at the Opera house briefly, before looking back at the new woman and taking off his helmet. As he did, the eyes on the helmet stopped glowing and the sounds it emitted suddenly ceased, though as he revealed his eyes, they shone against the night. He could make out her figure perfectly, even in the dark. She wasn't a silhouette to him. His eyes, his deep orange shining eyes, could see better in the dark than they could in light.
Politely, he bowed his head, placing his helmet under his arm,
"Torez, Alexios Torez. Are you new around here too Ms. Halfrek?"
Xanne » Administrator
Chara: Aiji Sadira
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Posts: 6
(14/8/05 21:55)
Of course.
Shoulder to the wheel...
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...For someone else's selfish gain.
Anya laughed. She just couldn't help it. It wasn't that the male's name was funny, since Anyanka Halfrek was hardly any more of a normal name than Alexios Torez. So she wasn't laughing at that. The thing she was laughing at was how he had addressed her. Miss Halfrek. She hardly liked being called Miss anything. Still, she kept her cool as she struggled not to smirk and failed miserably.
The formalities are unneeded, Alexios. Please call me Anya. And I'm new, I suppose. She did a little shifty-eyes motion. If you hadn't noticed, my comrade, I'm also a werewolf, although I sense something off about you. It was true, and she wondered what it was that wasn't the same as her. She shrugged it off, but it made her uneasy...
He blinked a little and shook his head,
"Comrade...? A... er... no, I think you have me mistaken... I'm no werewolf.."
He frowned a little, looking at her,
"What made you think that anyhow? And how can you be a werewolf, you're... human...!"
he suddenly felt confused. Afterall, he had up to now been somewhat of a sceptic about the entire existence of werewolves, especially in a place like this, but this woman was claiming she was one. A werewolf? Nahh. This had to be a prank.
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Roxanne » Administrator
[aka Sita Levesque
and Ennui Svajone]
Posts: 11
(24/8/05 11:23 am)
You are the mistaken one.
Shoulder to the wheel...
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...For someone else's selfish gain.
Anya laughed. It was clear to her that this male hadn't yet realised that he was a werewolf, and that it would be painful for the lad when he did. After all, he seemed so afraid of werewolves. She tried again, voice gentle.
Ah, darling, you don't know much, she said carelessly. It was true, he didn't sppear very street-smart, at least not for the streets of Arciero. Werewolves take on human form all but the night of full moon. She yawned a little. And I know you're a were too, because I can sense it in your blood. Watch.
And with that, she scraped her nails across his hand, drawing blood, and tasted it. Shuddering, she laughed. Ooh, you got bit or somewhat, didn't you? Poor fucker.
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