SL Litany
Code Duello (7-8-9) #6
Kimani Silvercloud growls soft still, controlling herself "he's a scaredy cat, cant stand up for himself" she hisses and flexes her claws angrily, "If he tries anything" she mutters to herself "he's gonna get it"
Belldandy Ghost surveys the crowd bellow, recognizing some people by uniform only others by facial recognition. Her favorite target wasnt amoung them, which was depressing, since she wasnt done with him yet. He needed to pay for her getting shot. "Oh yes....I got something for that Assbag.....and his friends....YOU OWE ME FOR A NEW ARM!"
Debra Charron steps forward into position and shuffles her feet, firming up the sand under her soft boots. Her features can only be described as serene as the seabreeze ruffles her hair and her eyes critically rake over her opponent, taking in how he stands, his equipment and generally taking the measure of him. She speaks, managing to keep most of the mocking tone from her voice, "I'm glad to hear that you're proficent in this evolution Commisar. From the tin suit your're wearing to a duel, I'd mistaken you for a rookie. Now I don't have to feel bad about you being drafted for this." Deb settles her hips and looks the man square on, " I can't say i have any special flair for this stuff outside what your boss has alluded to alreasy...." Deb glances at Tres and back to Pyros....."as he stated, I was created to soldier...so you could say I was born for this........." Deb lowers her right hand to her holsterd USP and waits...... "I'm ready at your convenience...."
Esha Rajal beamed a smile at Simon and took the cigarette that he'd offered, sighing with relief. So much tension in the air with all of that waiting... She slid the cigarette between her lips and grabbed her own zippo from her pocket, lighting up almost instantly. "Thanks," she nodded to the sergeant. "Needed that for sure." And she was back to watching again, this time puffing away happily...
Pyros Zenovka just glares at the woman"Its my uniform i have to wear.. PLus it has some hidden goodies in it." he just smiles at her his hand moveing down to the holster of the luger the remade gun he used for exactions he had to carry out back at the mainland."SO then what we what for high noon then?"
Jaina Lefevre squeezes Rai's hand so tight it's probably going numb.
Belldandy Ghost looks at the Commisionar's gear herself, her shades, which had lines of codeing constantly scrolling across it had changed from one green tint to another. Now she was using its scan feature to look over the gear, trying to see what sort of things he had hidden in it and the probability of Debra being able to dodge them, assuming they werent explosive.
Roaman Enzo walks over to the gathering a top the hill. Roaman looks down and sees Deb and Tres. He spots Deets ever close by. Smileing to himself then turning to Esha and Simon. "Where do they stand so far? And do we have our people in place in case this gets out of hand?"
Simon Netizen looks back at Ro then back down the hill. "Us three, and Taiyou's down there," he nods. "Startin' to think they may just dance and call it a night."
Debra Charron grins wolfishly, looking about as happy as anyone has ever seen her. "No need to wait, we're under freetown rules." The devil sparkles in Deb's green eyes as her hand hovers over her pistol-butt, "Make a move"
Jaina Lefevre mutters. "He sent five soldiers to come get me and Rai...and only has one to stand there with him for this. I don't think he's takin' this very seriously, do you?"
Kimani Silvercloud her ears go down defensively she glances at Jai "seems he isnt, he'll be sorry though"
Rai Pawpad squeezes her hand. "Maybe he was takin us real seriously. He should. How's his face lookin?"
Simon Netizen glances at Deb's daughter as she speaks and just shakes his head.
Remamian Takashi finishes her smoke and chucks the butt twords pyros as she blows out a last large plume into the air, she hears the commander behind her and simply wave, not quite sure if he would even see it or not
Pyros Zenovka just moves his hand not ready to draw the gun move working the holster open his hand cracking his knuckles for a moment"You do know after i win.. You family will have to join you." he just gives her a blank look throwing out the threat out there to maybe knock her off for a moment or two.
Nellie Meads crabwalks down the hill to the woman below her, who just finished the cigarette. A flurry of rocks are loosened, but she is light, agile, and low to the ground.
Remamian Takashi turns as she sees a few rocks decide they want to roll past her she see's the youngling and looks looks back twords the two bellow, seemingly ignoring the approach
Jaina Lefevre glances up at Roaman and frowns. "Who's you? You better be on my Moms' side or you can go stand over there." she points to the other hill.
Nellie Meads says very composedly, as she balances and takes the cover off her jar, "Can I use your lighter to set this on fire?"
Simon Netizen coughs to cover a laugh as the kid addresses Roaman and sucks so hard on his cigarette his eyes water.
Nellie Meads: "Please?"
Debra Charron will...if she has time later...reflect that her opponent probably didn't understand what "Freetown rules" meant. The moment the man's hand moves after he was told to "make his move", Deb's own right hand caresses the pistol butt and her old and familiar USP is rising to its natural firing position. Her draw is what she was trained to do in close combat, not the awkward 'wild west" yank-and-fire - but the smooth movement of someone who very much wants the first shot to count. The weapon's muzzle blankets Pyros center-chest as her finger snaps the trigger back smoothly, counting on years of practice and muzzle-rise to place her rounds slightly above center-chest - and hopefully sending them richocheting up into his head if they fail to penetrate. Her pistol barks once and a .45 caliber ball round begins its journey topwards the Commisar.
Kimani Silvercloud looks up at Roman, watching him for a few beets then looks back down
Roaman Enzo already a kid hater looks down at the little brat but holds his tongue. "I Think your safe kid now watch your mama"
Code Duello (7-8-9) #6
Kimani Silvercloud growls soft still, controlling herself "he's a scaredy cat, cant stand up for himself" she hisses and flexes her claws angrily, "If he tries anything" she mutters to herself "he's gonna get it"
Belldandy Ghost surveys the crowd bellow, recognizing some people by uniform only others by facial recognition. Her favorite target wasnt amoung them, which was depressing, since she wasnt done with him yet. He needed to pay for her getting shot. "Oh yes....I got something for that Assbag.....and his friends....YOU OWE ME FOR A NEW ARM!"
Debra Charron steps forward into position and shuffles her feet, firming up the sand under her soft boots. Her features can only be described as serene as the seabreeze ruffles her hair and her eyes critically rake over her opponent, taking in how he stands, his equipment and generally taking the measure of him. She speaks, managing to keep most of the mocking tone from her voice, "I'm glad to hear that you're proficent in this evolution Commisar. From the tin suit your're wearing to a duel, I'd mistaken you for a rookie. Now I don't have to feel bad about you being drafted for this." Deb settles her hips and looks the man square on, " I can't say i have any special flair for this stuff outside what your boss has alluded to alreasy...." Deb glances at Tres and back to Pyros....."as he stated, I was created to soldier...so you could say I was born for this........." Deb lowers her right hand to her holsterd USP and waits...... "I'm ready at your convenience...."
Esha Rajal beamed a smile at Simon and took the cigarette that he'd offered, sighing with relief. So much tension in the air with all of that waiting... She slid the cigarette between her lips and grabbed her own zippo from her pocket, lighting up almost instantly. "Thanks," she nodded to the sergeant. "Needed that for sure." And she was back to watching again, this time puffing away happily...
Pyros Zenovka just glares at the woman"Its my uniform i have to wear.. PLus it has some hidden goodies in it." he just smiles at her his hand moveing down to the holster of the luger the remade gun he used for exactions he had to carry out back at the mainland."SO then what we what for high noon then?"
Jaina Lefevre squeezes Rai's hand so tight it's probably going numb.
Belldandy Ghost looks at the Commisionar's gear herself, her shades, which had lines of codeing constantly scrolling across it had changed from one green tint to another. Now she was using its scan feature to look over the gear, trying to see what sort of things he had hidden in it and the probability of Debra being able to dodge them, assuming they werent explosive.
Roaman Enzo walks over to the gathering a top the hill. Roaman looks down and sees Deb and Tres. He spots Deets ever close by. Smileing to himself then turning to Esha and Simon. "Where do they stand so far? And do we have our people in place in case this gets out of hand?"
Simon Netizen looks back at Ro then back down the hill. "Us three, and Taiyou's down there," he nods. "Startin' to think they may just dance and call it a night."
Debra Charron grins wolfishly, looking about as happy as anyone has ever seen her. "No need to wait, we're under freetown rules." The devil sparkles in Deb's green eyes as her hand hovers over her pistol-butt, "Make a move"
Jaina Lefevre mutters. "He sent five soldiers to come get me and Rai...and only has one to stand there with him for this. I don't think he's takin' this very seriously, do you?"
Kimani Silvercloud her ears go down defensively she glances at Jai "seems he isnt, he'll be sorry though"
Rai Pawpad squeezes her hand. "Maybe he was takin us real seriously. He should. How's his face lookin?"
Simon Netizen glances at Deb's daughter as she speaks and just shakes his head.
Remamian Takashi finishes her smoke and chucks the butt twords pyros as she blows out a last large plume into the air, she hears the commander behind her and simply wave, not quite sure if he would even see it or not
Pyros Zenovka just moves his hand not ready to draw the gun move working the holster open his hand cracking his knuckles for a moment"You do know after i win.. You family will have to join you." he just gives her a blank look throwing out the threat out there to maybe knock her off for a moment or two.
Nellie Meads crabwalks down the hill to the woman below her, who just finished the cigarette. A flurry of rocks are loosened, but she is light, agile, and low to the ground.
Remamian Takashi turns as she sees a few rocks decide they want to roll past her she see's the youngling and looks looks back twords the two bellow, seemingly ignoring the approach
Jaina Lefevre glances up at Roaman and frowns. "Who's you? You better be on my Moms' side or you can go stand over there." she points to the other hill.
Nellie Meads says very composedly, as she balances and takes the cover off her jar, "Can I use your lighter to set this on fire?"
Simon Netizen coughs to cover a laugh as the kid addresses Roaman and sucks so hard on his cigarette his eyes water.
Nellie Meads: "Please?"
Debra Charron will...if she has time later...reflect that her opponent probably didn't understand what "Freetown rules" meant. The moment the man's hand moves after he was told to "make his move", Deb's own right hand caresses the pistol butt and her old and familiar USP is rising to its natural firing position. Her draw is what she was trained to do in close combat, not the awkward 'wild west" yank-and-fire - but the smooth movement of someone who very much wants the first shot to count. The weapon's muzzle blankets Pyros center-chest as her finger snaps the trigger back smoothly, counting on years of practice and muzzle-rise to place her rounds slightly above center-chest - and hopefully sending them richocheting up into his head if they fail to penetrate. Her pistol barks once and a .45 caliber ball round begins its journey topwards the Commisar.
Kimani Silvercloud looks up at Roman, watching him for a few beets then looks back down
Roaman Enzo already a kid hater looks down at the little brat but holds his tongue. "I Think your safe kid now watch your mama"