{{
`${userDetail.user.displayName}${userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode ? `#${standardizeBungieGlobalCode(userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode)}` : ""}`}}
{{getUserClans()}}
Edited by Alonfé:
9/18/2015 12:24:07 AM
33
[b]Trynt, about 2:39pm[/b]
[i]Light makes haste through the crowds, sticking out slightly with his choice of clothing. His black leather jacket was slightly open, revealing the white shirt underneath, baggy black jeans creasing with every step. It featured no hood, so his medium-length silver hair tossed with every step, grey irises scanning the crowd and server inputs, with the aid of his contact lens, which replaced the bulkier Scanners. The Data was loaded to his Tac-Pad: a round 100 was in the jar he got from Theron, 99 in his Tac-Pad, and 1 in his old handheld. Charged with data, the handheld allowed him to pull of stunts quickly and discreetly, without the bulk of the Tac-Pad. Though the Tac-Pad was super-advanced, and it made things easier, he still preferred the old touch screens. It was... simple.
His old phone was in his pocket, Tac-Pad resting. He had a lot of Data, now, to find a job. Criminals were said to thrive underground here, and then the rich may want things too. Either way, the law would be after him. The new Galika BP, tuned to his liking, was inserted into the waist of his pants. He played with the phone in one pocket, an extra mag in another. Time to find work...
Light took a turn into a back alley, eyeing the goons at the end. He inserted a piece of gum into his mouth and twirled the pocket knife in his hand, tossing it rather quickly and accurately. Trophies from a successful pick-pocketing. Light approached them, hoping for quick work and quick pay. [/i]
[spoiler]Open[/spoiler]
English
-
-daego arrives and examines the bodies licking them. The bodies promptly turn to obsidian statues- " hmmm well theyre dead"
-
[i]A figure watches from the rooftops, hidden in the shadows. For a moment, he is briefly illuminated by a flash of lighting. His armor appears sleek, his face is covered by a ballistic mask and a hood. On his back are a marksman rifle and a sword. At his hips, two .45s. The suit's eyes do not shine, and appear to match the black coloring of the suit.[/i]
-
[i]Light looks up to the figure: first the woman, then a.... whatever he was? It was a strange enough city for a Hacker like him, but the eery stare trained on him made him uneasy. He felt safer: he was a whole half-clip richer, so he started to walk, keeping an eye on him.[/i]
-
[i]The figure watches as the hacker walks off, gaging the hacker's strength, his abilities, and his weapons./i]
-
[i]The figure finds he has the strength matching his medium build, a bit more, and is a powerful Hacker with skills yet unknown. He's armed with a Galika BP, burst-fire pistol, 21 9mm bullets per clip, owning 2, and one partially full. You notice he doesn't wear a Scanner, and you see his left eye flash briefly as he looks at you: a contact lens, serving as a scanner. He scanned you as well, learning what he could from a brief glsnce, melding into the crowds of the bustling streets.[/i]
-
[i]The figure's armor is strong yet light. It seems highly advanced, and bristling with technology and weapons. His helmet is covering his face, and no eye holes are illuminated. He is a muscular figure, but not the biggest.[/i]
-
[i]Before disappearing, he moves his right arm - a wave? - in your direction. Despite his crazy day, the figure still struck him as ofd, and something worth looking into later on. For now, though, he's gone.[/i]
-
-daego grapples next to the suit guy on the roof and smacks his butt- " what are we watching?"
-
[i]Seeing the person attempting to grapple up, he draws one of his handguns and shoots the grappling hook, knocking it off course, and making them fall.[/i]
-
-runs up stairs and smacks his butt- " so what are we lookin at?"
-
[i]He is gone by the time the person arrives.[/i]
-
"Man I really wanted to smack his arse" -notices thugs dead-" huh detective time" -he goes in the ally using dorsal jets- " i these are awesome"
-
Edited by Will: 9/18/2015 12:37:19 AM[b] You see a girl with three katanas across her back, walking up to you.[/b] "What's up?" [b] She says.[/b] "You look like your new around here. Need some help with those goons?" http://m.imgur.com/A2xGxzX
-
[i]He takes a step back, hand moving to the back waist of his jeans where his pistol was. He calms a bit, then nods a bit.[/i] I'm looking for work... and if they don't have any, maybe their bullets could be useful. Their very expensive, and as you can maybe tell, I'm broke. [i]His left eye shines slightly: he's scanning you, a contact lense giving him a 3D view of every data terminal around him.[/i]
-
Edited by Will: 9/18/2015 12:45:56 AM"What possible work could you get from them?"
-
[i]He shrugs.[/i] Hopefully nothing a little fear could do... or bullets... or something my "skills" could help with. [i]He cringed slightly at him saying "bullets"; he didn't want to be his mother, a raging, psychotic, biker killer who enjoys her work. Killing wasn't near the top of his to-do list, but it'd happen sooner or later.[/i]
-
"If you want them dead, just say so. I'll do it. You don't look like you want to kill anybody. Let the person who does do it."
-
[i]He nodded, avoiding eye contact with the woman: he had a slight fear of the opposite sex, an abusive mother making this a reality. He looked away, and pretended to walk the other direction as she did her business. He put earbuds in to block the sounds... whatever they had, he'd take... and it'd be like nothing happened...[/i]
-
Edited by Will: 9/18/2015 1:04:05 AM[b] Trinity draws two katanas, and charges the 4 goons. She slices one across the chest as 3 draw knives. One lunges at her and she deflects the blade, stabbing him through the chest. Another slashes at her throat, and she ducks it, putting her sword in his throat. The last attempts to throw his knife at Trinity, which she grabs out of the air and plants it in his chest. She searches the bodies and finds a few pistol mags, and 1,000 credits total. She returns these to the guy.[/b] "Here's your stuff." [b] She noticed how he wouldn't make eye contact with her. It was the same way she looked when her dad was being abusive. Something she knew all too well.[/b] "Im sorry, for whatever your parents did to you." [b] She pulls him in for a hug.[/b]
-
[i]He tries to move away, but gets caught in the embrace. Light's mind scrambled slightly - "W-what is happening?!?! I-I need to get away... I-I n-need to r-run...", but his mind wandered to Theron, and his acts of kindness. Were women capable of such kindness too? Well, she did help him. So he returned the embrace, lightly hugging back, still a bit scared.[/i] Th-thank you.... [i]He absentmindedly goes to the bodies, muttering - apologies? - to the dead men, collecting what was there. He discarded the magazines they had, and collected the bullets, fitting them into a new one that fit his gun. He talked without looking up to her - it was easier with his hands at work.[/i] M-my name is Light....
-
[b] She smiles.[/b] "And I'm Trinity."
-
Edited by Alonfé: 9/18/2015 10:45:16 PM[i]He nods[/i] T-trinity? Okay... [i]He pulls his pistol from his jeans, unloading the mag and popping the round from the chamber. He catches it mid-air, the mag sliding into his open pocket. Inserting the new one, he pulls back the slide with a 'ka-chak!', and twirls the bullet in his hand.[/i] I-is there something y-you need, T-Trinity? I'd... help... [i]Every part of him regretted those words, but he smiled faintly: she'd helped him, the least he could do was help in return.[/i]
-
[b] Trinity smiled.[/b] "No Light, I'm okay. I appreciate the offer though. But if there's anything you need, ever, just message me okay?"
-
Edited by Alonfé: 9/18/2015 10:44:43 PM[i]He smiles a bit more, still looking down to his gun. Sliding into the back waist of his pants, he also inserts the lone bullet into a clip.[/i] Y-yea, I'll do that...... [i]Standing there kinda awkwardly, he takes a step back unknowingly. He could feel she was too close, although she was a comfortable distance away for anyone else. Looking around for any other punks coming, his eyes meet hers and he smiles. The guy was different, but nice in a way. [/i] Well... I'm s-sure you're busy.... sorry for inconveniencing y-you..... T-Trinity....
-
Edited by Will: 9/18/2015 10:48:34 PM[b] She walks up and puts a hand on your shoulder.[/b] "you can stop looking at me like I'm going to hurt you Light. I used to have that same look everytime I looked at a guy. It's okay. And you didn't inconvenience me. I'm just helping. Besides, your cute." [b] She smiles at him.[/b]
