[ They chose him for his good looks and sparkling personality, obviously. And it wouldn't be entirely accurate to say he didn't have powers of a sort, but they by no means lend to his physical prowess in any way, shape, or form. Unless some battle-forged future consciousness decided to bail back to the past and into his head, but that was hardly likely to happen right that second. ]
[ And so Sigma is left to meet her disappointment with a baleful expression of his own. It's not as if he could be blamed, he'd only just gotten here. Last week, he'd been worrying about homework over Christmas and out-of-the-blue break-ups like a normal college student. He swallows thickly at the sound of her tone dropping into one of pure command. She's got a point. If he's stuck here, he should probably get used to firing his own gun. ]
[ On his own terms would have been nice, though. He lets out a noise of frustration. ] Of course. Of course it is.
[ He'd hate to find an abandoned one and get some use out of it. Then again, it stopped the enemy from getting a hold of advanced technology too. Whatever, whining isn't going to unlock the trigger for her. At least she's not totally unarmed... ]
Right. Yeah. [ Tucking the rifle obediently into the crook of his shoulder, he sticks close to her side as they continue on through the underbrush, the noises behind them keeping an even distance behind them. It's got the back of his neck prickling with uncomfortable persistence. ] So, this guy decides to pick up the pace, are we running or shooting?
[ Just so they don't accidentally split or something... ]
@ partnerinheels
[ And so Sigma is left to meet her disappointment with a baleful expression of his own. It's not as if he could be blamed, he'd only just gotten here. Last week, he'd been worrying about homework over Christmas and out-of-the-blue break-ups like a normal college student. He swallows thickly at the sound of her tone dropping into one of pure command. She's got a point. If he's stuck here, he should probably get used to firing his own gun. ]
[ On his own terms would have been nice, though. He lets out a noise of frustration. ] Of course. Of course it is.
[ He'd hate to find an abandoned one and get some use out of it. Then again, it stopped the enemy from getting a hold of advanced technology too. Whatever, whining isn't going to unlock the trigger for her. At least she's not totally unarmed... ]
Right. Yeah. [ Tucking the rifle obediently into the crook of his shoulder, he sticks close to her side as they continue on through the underbrush, the noises behind them keeping an even distance behind them. It's got the back of his neck prickling with uncomfortable persistence. ] So, this guy decides to pick up the pace, are we running or shooting?
[ Just so they don't accidentally split or something... ]