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Aug 21, 2016 19:13:24 GMT -5
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Post by The Blue Adept on Aug 21, 2016 19:13:24 GMT -5
"Um." Armise's mouth felt suddenly dry, and in his efforts to unscramble his thoughts he picked Emma's question out of the mix and gestured to his arm. "The trackers have a purple tie around their arms. Sometimes on their necks, but not usually," he explained in a quiet voice, clearing his throat and drawing in a breath, letting out a short and curt sigh. He met Jaime's eyes, but said nothing. There really wasn't anything that he could say, nothing he could say would make this better. He appreciated the understanding, and it felt a little strangely comforting to know that another real life person was affirming his thoughts. For the briefest of moments, he returned the smile with a his own poor copy.
It could've gone worse, he supposed, and appreciated the efforts to lighten the mood. He dared not ask why Jason looked so pained by the same sight. Eyes searching the room aimlessly, he glanced up at Jaime and gave a nod, gesturing once more with his hand. "They prefer stage 2 mutants, but there's nothing really bad about stage 1 mutants, it'd be better if-"
He was cut off when Connie decided to run right out into the rain, earning a look of dumbfounded surprise from him. "Oh f-" he swore under his breath and got to his knees, holding his hands out to the others as if trying to keep them from running off too, like they'd slip away if he didn't make some kind of barrier or reassurance. "She's going, we have to do this now. I need at least one person here to be my eyes and ears, my senses aren't great in this weather and I wont be much help while focused." Ideally, he would've liked to have given a little advice to the girl, tell her to shoot their legs if they turned on her because their body armor was too thick, but he'd have to hope with her good shooting she'd be able to figure it out.
Clenching and unclenching his fist, he made an unpleasant face and pulled his rifle from where he'd let it rest on the floor. He fumbled for a switch on the side and turned off the small glowing neon lights, then reached in his pack to pull out a clip. He paused for a moment with it in his hand, staring at it like it was a live grenade. It's just like hunting, he told himself, they're just pests. It did little to make him feel much better, but eventually he slid the clip into place with a click. It was do or die, now.
"Here's the deal. When I take out one of them, the group is going to know. When you run, run back into the trees just West of here," he began to explain, slipping over to the other side of the wall where he laid down on the ground, flicking out the rifle's supports as he aimed the barrel just outside, out of reach of the rain. "And make sure Connie doesn't get herself killed, please."
And with that he squeezed one eye shut and looked right through the scope. His eyes still had a wild, animalish look to them, but the rest of him was now suddenly focused, his hands finally still and no longer trembling as they gripped the gun, finger on the trigger. Even to him it felt unsettling, to be this calm in such a storm of events, but it was old motions that he could follow through with unfortunate ease. Two more notches in the belt.
--
Out in the distance, the Belladonna group had dispersed just a bit, picking through the ruins to look for any obvious threats. Two people stood in the middle conversing with each other, their masks glowing faintly in the rain. The two trackers were on either side of them, keeping a lookout in the distance, only moving to cover the group when Connie came into view.
"Halt."
It could've gone worse, he supposed, and appreciated the efforts to lighten the mood. He dared not ask why Jason looked so pained by the same sight. Eyes searching the room aimlessly, he glanced up at Jaime and gave a nod, gesturing once more with his hand. "They prefer stage 2 mutants, but there's nothing really bad about stage 1 mutants, it'd be better if-"
He was cut off when Connie decided to run right out into the rain, earning a look of dumbfounded surprise from him. "Oh f-" he swore under his breath and got to his knees, holding his hands out to the others as if trying to keep them from running off too, like they'd slip away if he didn't make some kind of barrier or reassurance. "She's going, we have to do this now. I need at least one person here to be my eyes and ears, my senses aren't great in this weather and I wont be much help while focused." Ideally, he would've liked to have given a little advice to the girl, tell her to shoot their legs if they turned on her because their body armor was too thick, but he'd have to hope with her good shooting she'd be able to figure it out.
Clenching and unclenching his fist, he made an unpleasant face and pulled his rifle from where he'd let it rest on the floor. He fumbled for a switch on the side and turned off the small glowing neon lights, then reached in his pack to pull out a clip. He paused for a moment with it in his hand, staring at it like it was a live grenade. It's just like hunting, he told himself, they're just pests. It did little to make him feel much better, but eventually he slid the clip into place with a click. It was do or die, now.
"Here's the deal. When I take out one of them, the group is going to know. When you run, run back into the trees just West of here," he began to explain, slipping over to the other side of the wall where he laid down on the ground, flicking out the rifle's supports as he aimed the barrel just outside, out of reach of the rain. "And make sure Connie doesn't get herself killed, please."
And with that he squeezed one eye shut and looked right through the scope. His eyes still had a wild, animalish look to them, but the rest of him was now suddenly focused, his hands finally still and no longer trembling as they gripped the gun, finger on the trigger. Even to him it felt unsettling, to be this calm in such a storm of events, but it was old motions that he could follow through with unfortunate ease. Two more notches in the belt.
--
Out in the distance, the Belladonna group had dispersed just a bit, picking through the ruins to look for any obvious threats. Two people stood in the middle conversing with each other, their masks glowing faintly in the rain. The two trackers were on either side of them, keeping a lookout in the distance, only moving to cover the group when Connie came into view.
"Halt."