[ No, let's just live and let live. And agree that they both need to be hauled in by the fashion police. To be fair, Kaneki would probably look less ridiculous with claws on his back, filling those voids neatly instead of Hulking out of a normal shirt... The shirt would look normal, anyway. Thank you for not having claws on your back, there's only so much a man can handle in a day and Sigma's about fourteen miles past it already. ]
[ And if only for the sake of venting, he might be inclined to share that particular story someday. When they're a little less strapped for time. As Kaneki goes on, Sigma tugs the bag around his shoulder and rummages, quickly locating the secondary gun in question—ah. An injection gun indeed. ]
They really think of everything, huh?
[ Significantly less enthused than a magic healing gun should make him. Are we absolutely positive Kurashiki isn't somewhere in upper management??? ]
Yeah, I'll do my best not to whip them out for paper cuts and butterflies. [ Unless there are any kind of poisonous-fanged three-foot space Amazon butterflies floating around... One cn never be too careful. And as for the cuff, ] I'll keep it in mind if it starts keeping me up at night. It's already way better than my old one.
[ Given how much he'd ducked his head and ran, left the shooting to others, desperately tried to detach himself from the situation, it's no surprise that his luck had finally run its course in time for him to face the music. There's something pretty laughable about self defense when your buddies are blowing these guys' homes and families to high heaven in T-minus very, very soon. ]
[ When the guy snaps back to it, Sigma lets out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He'd drag him boldily if absolutely necessary at this point, but seeing him moving of his own volition definitely helped keep his own thoughts from locking up too badly. There's no lesser of two evils, the least he can do is try to assure the safety of those waving the same flag as he is. That's all combat is, isn't it? Like fucking Call of Duty. He almost laughs. ]
No problem. [ Trust him, speed won't be the issue if he can help it. His hand stays fastened to Ginko's shoulder a few steps into their renewed retreat, hopefully jump starting their collective momentum before dropping back for a better grip on his gun. ]
[ A fortunate move, because another Neraki is subscribing to the guerrilla tactic of slamming out through the thick underbrush and straight up shoulder-checking the nearest recruit—oneunfortunately taller and longer-striding Sigma. Reflex puts a fucking christ—! out a the top of his lungs and a handful of lead straight into the alien's center of mass, but that doesn't stop it keeling straight into him at full tilt and decking him clean off the path. So much for being fast. ]
[ He's not cute he's manly as hell?? And wow, thanks brat. Don't stick around out of the goodness of your heart to help a clueless recruit. Stay for space stories. Whatever, he's not running off, that's good enough for Sigma. ]
Pretty grey, actually. Hard to really notice all the light reflecting when you're right on the surface... [ You know how the moon works, right dude... ]
[ Once he's finally back on solid ground and collecting his bearings, his face falls a little somber. ]
Of course I do. Something had just... happened to it while I was gone.
[ Kind of the whole reason he's here, actually. Well, the CDC probably would have kidnapped him regardless, but at least they'd offered some help for all the trouble. ]
[ HEY just because a stripper might pull it off better doesn't invalidate it or its usefulness!! ]
[ Anyway, who's the Blue and who's the Green here? While Sigma's still making a break for it, this kid's already sizing the enemy up and planning its downfall. Perhaps the distinction clears itself as Iwaizumi pivots to face the thing head-on as Sigma keeps his eyes forward, scanning for cover, higher ground, something to swing around and shoot, but by the time he finds a tree narrow enough to duck around yet wide enough to block his entire body, the Green's already mowed the Neraki down at the knees. ]
[ But it's a good angle to catch the second one scrambling up on their right, taking advantage of the pause and distraction. ]
Heads up!
[ Or rather, down. Heads down. Iwaizumi isn't directly in the line of fire, but the smaller he could make himself with a hail of bullets streaking across the gap, the better. A few manage to meet their mark, stumbling it long enough for the kid to clear the danger zone and for Sigma to match pace with him once more. Elena had been right—the first shot he'd ever heard this close was almost debilitatingly loud. Loud enough to make his ears ring and his chest vibrate. Or is that just his heart at this point? ]
[ Whatever, there's nothing wrong with being a social reject. Solidarity. ]
[ But oh god, he's still going, already onto the next cord, and Sigma winds himself into all the foliage he can reach. Is the cat going to catch him or maul him if he falls, Jean?? Or just step to the side, that's also valid. Let him break his knees, and then maul him for daring to try and land on her. ]
[ The cat. ]
[ Ah fuck, he's doing it again, isn't he. ]
Look, it's— This isn't funny, it's just a thing, okay? It's a tic! I've had it ever since I was a kid, it's not like I can control it!
[ He's dead serious. About the situation as much as his awful puns. ]
If you wanna call that "smoothly", I'm not sure I want to be around for when it gets rough. [ Eyebrows raised, voice creeping up an incredulous notch or two, but he manages to rein it in. ] I guess it'll get easier the longer I'm here, huh.
[ Not that he wants the killing to get any easier. The killing can't possibly get any easier, and Sigma wouldn't let it if it did, but the whole routine of the place could be settled into. Waking up early and following orders, running into war zones to get shit done and retreating with all of his limbs intact if he's lucky. He shrugs at her query. ]
Hell, I was just studying. Working on my Ph.D, nothing even related to this...
[ A beat as his gaze focuses somewhere beyond her, something like realization dawning in his eye. ]
I mean, if they took me when I was older, I'd have some idea of what I should be doing, but right now?
[ Lucky kid. They'd definitely be powers he'd be jealous of, even if he never noticed his shortcomings in the proper number of eyes department. ]
[ It takes him a second to process the shift in body language, but when it finally clicks, Sigma bites the inside of his cheek. Not everyone had been recovered in one piece, or even alive. He'd probably lost friends; it's not a subject he should probe. ]
These things are a lot smarter than they let on, aren't they... [ Not without a hint of dread, but moving on, ] Bigger than them? How big are we talking? Bahari? Elephant? 737 with legs?
[ After floundering for a second in pursuit of the too-quick doctor, Sigma braces his hands to the front of the bumper and hauls himself out. Good thing he gets a kick out of it, because he's about to get a lot more where that came from. ]
You're lucky I was lying down, asshole!
[ Out from beneath the cab with full control of his limbs and a fight simmering in his veins, his movements are a great deal more precise than the initial demonstration might have let on. And so Sigma's lunging up in an attempt to grapple this loser bodily. ]
[ 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... ]
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@ dearkafka
[ No, let's just live and let live. And agree that they both need to be hauled in by the fashion police. To be fair, Kaneki would probably look less ridiculous with claws on his back, filling those voids neatly instead of Hulking out of a normal shirt... The shirt would look normal, anyway. Thank you for not having claws on your back, there's only so much a man can handle in a day and Sigma's about fourteen miles past it already. ]
[ And if only for the sake of venting, he might be inclined to share that particular story someday. When they're a little less strapped for time. As Kaneki goes on, Sigma tugs the bag around his shoulder and rummages, quickly locating the secondary gun in question—ah. An injection gun indeed. ]
They really think of everything, huh?
[ Significantly less enthused than a magic healing gun should make him. Are we absolutely positive Kurashiki isn't somewhere in upper management??? ]
Yeah, I'll do my best not to whip them out for paper cuts and butterflies. [ Unless there are any kind of poisonous-fanged three-foot space Amazon butterflies floating around... One cn never be too careful. And as for the cuff, ] I'll keep it in mind if it starts keeping me up at night. It's already way better than my old one.
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@ itinerate
[ Given how much he'd ducked his head and ran, left the shooting to others, desperately tried to detach himself from the situation, it's no surprise that his luck had finally run its course in time for him to face the music. There's something pretty laughable about self defense when your buddies are blowing these guys' homes and families to high heaven in T-minus very, very soon. ]
[ When the guy snaps back to it, Sigma lets out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He'd drag him boldily if absolutely necessary at this point, but seeing him moving of his own volition definitely helped keep his own thoughts from locking up too badly. There's no lesser of two evils, the least he can do is try to assure the safety of those waving the same flag as he is. That's all combat is, isn't it? Like fucking Call of Duty. He almost laughs. ]
No problem. [ Trust him, speed won't be the issue if he can help it. His hand stays fastened to Ginko's shoulder a few steps into their renewed retreat, hopefully jump starting their collective momentum before dropping back for a better grip on his gun. ]
[ A fortunate move, because another Neraki is subscribing to the guerrilla tactic of slamming out through the thick underbrush and straight up shoulder-checking the nearest recruit—oneunfortunately taller and longer-striding Sigma. Reflex puts a fucking christ—! out a the top of his lungs and a handful of lead straight into the alien's center of mass, but that doesn't stop it keeling straight into him at full tilt and decking him clean off the path. So much for being fast. ]
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@ strategicnaps
Shut up!
[ He's not cute he's manly as hell?? And wow, thanks brat. Don't stick around out of the goodness of your heart to help a clueless recruit. Stay for space stories. Whatever, he's not running off, that's good enough for Sigma. ]
Pretty grey, actually. Hard to really notice all the light reflecting when you're right on the surface... [ You know how the moon works, right dude... ]
[ Once he's finally back on solid ground and collecting his bearings, his face falls a little somber. ]
Of course I do. Something had just... happened to it while I was gone.
[ Kind of the whole reason he's here, actually. Well, the CDC probably would have kidnapped him regardless, but at least they'd offered some help for all the trouble. ]
Anyway, the hell's a Chang'e?
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@ cornerstones
[ HEY just because a stripper might pull it off better doesn't invalidate it or its usefulness!! ]
[ Anyway, who's the Blue and who's the Green here? While Sigma's still making a break for it, this kid's already sizing the enemy up and planning its downfall. Perhaps the distinction clears itself as Iwaizumi pivots to face the thing head-on as Sigma keeps his eyes forward, scanning for cover, higher ground, something to swing around and shoot, but by the time he finds a tree narrow enough to duck around yet wide enough to block his entire body, the Green's already mowed the Neraki down at the knees. ]
[ But it's a good angle to catch the second one scrambling up on their right, taking advantage of the pause and distraction. ]
Heads up!
[ Or rather, down. Heads down. Iwaizumi isn't directly in the line of fire, but the smaller he could make himself with a hail of bullets streaking across the gap, the better. A few manage to meet their mark, stumbling it long enough for the kid to clear the danger zone and for Sigma to match pace with him once more. Elena had been right—the first shot he'd ever heard this close was almost debilitatingly loud. Loud enough to make his ears ring and his chest vibrate. Or is that just his heart at this point? ]
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@ hahahorsejokes
[ Whatever, there's nothing wrong with being a social reject. Solidarity. ]
[ But oh god, he's still going, already onto the next cord, and Sigma winds himself into all the foliage he can reach. Is the cat going to catch him or maul him if he falls, Jean?? Or just step to the side, that's also valid. Let him break his knees, and then maul him for daring to try and land on her. ]
[ The cat. ]
[ Ah fuck, he's doing it again, isn't he. ]
Look, it's— This isn't funny, it's just a thing, okay? It's a tic! I've had it ever since I was a kid, it's not like I can control it!
[ He's dead serious. About the situation as much as his awful puns. ]
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@ luckystarlimit
If you wanna call that "smoothly", I'm not sure I want to be around for when it gets rough. [ Eyebrows raised, voice creeping up an incredulous notch or two, but he manages to rein it in. ] I guess it'll get easier the longer I'm here, huh.
[ Not that he wants the killing to get any easier. The killing can't possibly get any easier, and Sigma wouldn't let it if it did, but the whole routine of the place could be settled into. Waking up early and following orders, running into war zones to get shit done and retreating with all of his limbs intact if he's lucky. He shrugs at her query. ]
Hell, I was just studying. Working on my Ph.D, nothing even related to this...
[ A beat as his gaze focuses somewhere beyond her, something like realization dawning in his eye. ]
I mean, if they took me when I was older, I'd have some idea of what I should be doing, but right now?
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@ counterattacked
[ It takes him a second to process the shift in body language, but when it finally clicks, Sigma bites the inside of his cheek. Not everyone had been recovered in one piece, or even alive. He'd probably lost friends; it's not a subject he should probe. ]
These things are a lot smarter than they let on, aren't they... [ Not without a hint of dread, but moving on, ] Bigger than them? How big are we talking? Bahari? Elephant? 737 with legs?
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@ prorenataa
You're lucky I was lying down, asshole!
[ Out from beneath the cab with full control of his limbs and a fight simmering in his veins, his movements are a great deal more precise than the initial demonstration might have let on. And so Sigma's lunging up in an attempt to grapple this loser bodily. ]
no problem!!
@ 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... ]
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