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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2013 22:27:11 GMT -6
Good luck savin' the world again! Bring me back a souvenir!
Had he been capable of emoting such, Xerath would have indulged himself in a wry smile at the ludicrous irony of the phrasing. Saving the world! Again, no less! Organics were curious indeed, prone to hyperbole he still had trouble understanding at times. If they stuck to simple, factual phrasing - but then it was human imagination that conceived of progress, not simply accepting facts as they were. It was also the only reason he existed, which made it slightly hypocritical to hold much against humans for indulging in occasional flights of fancy. Especially the younger examples of the species, those who had not yet been broken in by a world still reeling in the wake of apocalypse.
Oushing off from the wall with silent, practiced ease, the Bioroid un-crossed his arms, taking one last expressionless glance at the school before rotating and silently stalking away. This was not his place, nor its inhabitants his concern. His concerns lay outside of the city, for the time being, in exploring an excavation site a few kilometers southeast. He reviewed the details of the assignment yet again, for at least the fourth time so far, but then even he could admit to himself that he was - to use the human term for the concept, impatient. Ready to be doing something, anything; working for his existence, finding meaning, perfecting himself. Anything but wandering aimlessly around an alien city populated entirely by species he could not claim kinship with.
So. Dig site official designation #386054-A3. Humans, not having easily accessible permanent memory, had termed it the "Monara" site, after a long-defunct city that had once existed a mere half a kilometer away. Recently natural(?) geological activity had unearthed part of an unknown installation, also long since abandoned - except that the entire team of diggers had disappeared the night before. No signs of struggle, no blood, no bodies, not even a distress signal, just... disappeared. Into the ruins, the running theory went, though he supposed that spontaneous disintegration was also a possibility, and probably more interesting than dislodging a couple of lost humans from ancient ruins. If anything, they'd probably just gotten trapped in a cave-in or something.
And yet, here he was, ostensibly waiting for his partner - or partners, the guild had been singularly lacking on specifically how long he was supposed to wait and for whom, exactly - to join up with him so they could investigate as if this had been an act of war by a resurgent Bioroid armada and the end of days were upon them. Again.
Aaaaaand he was being a little bit vindictively harsh. Shrugging off the realization, Xerath decided that he had waited entirely long enough and that he would be goddamn fine on his own. Time for adventure!
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Zargeth
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Post by Zargeth on Mar 23, 2013 0:29:15 GMT -6
Another mission. Great.
He had to admit...while he enjoyed the thrill of battle, it's been mission after mission all week with no kind of extended break time. But perhaps this one was going to be a relief, as it was an investigation mission. But as the commander always earnestly states...don't let your guard down. Yeah. Of course. It's when you say stuff like that is when something bad DOES happen! But this was no time to get wary of the whole thing before it even started. And of course, he wasn't going at this alone either. He got dragged into this with some other comrade or more...whom he has no idea of who they are in the slightest, but was at least assigned names so he won't be looking around like a donkey. To say he was supposed to be mission-ready, he maintained his usual calm and carefree demeanor as he casually strolled down the streets of Abel.
And the citizens seemed to be in good spirits as well. Well...why wouldn't they? They aren't the ones about to embark on a mission that he has no idea of what the outcome will be. But that's just the way Zargeth was in general. He didn't care much about details...just that if he's assigned a mission, he doesn't care what he has to do as long as it's completed and with no kind of complications to get in the way. Though this time around, he was going to at least try and take this more seriously, as he wasn't the one taking lead or anything. He just prayed to himself that he didn't have to do too much movement when it comes to a potential struggle of some sort. Still pretty worn out from all the constant work. But he'll survive.
So now arriving at the appointed meeting spot, a lone roid stood there seemingly minding his own business. As the lofty hunter was going to cross the road, some roid just dashed right pass him quite briskly. A second later, some Reploid police were tailing him. So...it was a thief. All right...this ought to be quick and easy. Disassembling only Alpha from the Blazer, he adjusted his aim accurately and his target was in a good enough position for him not to hit anyone else by a mistake. After pulling the trigger with one clean shot, a smile pierced his features.
"Pow! Right in the kisser!" He silently (but not too quiet) joked as he witnessed the Reploid fall flat on the sidewalk face-first and the police doing what they were required afterward. But that was enough time wasting...time to cross the road!
Now coming into close contact with the other roid minding his own business, he seemed to be the guy he was supposedly teamed up with. Now occupying the wall next to him, Zargeth casually leaned on the wall as he addressed the tall hunter, but was clearly gazing in another direction. He didn't like looking at people while conversing for some reason.
"...Xerath, right?" He spoke with his usual laid back tone. Had to start somewhere, right?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2013 7:04:56 GMT -6
Nice shot. Clean kill. He wasn't big on the spiritual side of art-as-warfare, but Xerath could appreciate superlative skill, whether it was waving a weapon around or gunning victims down in cold blood. ...'Deactivating the guilty efficiently' in obsequiously politically correct Hunter language. Whatever. "Impressive marksmanship," he intoned without preamble, as the other man - very likely a Hunter if he was wandering around shooting Reploids without being arrested, not to mention the nonchalant ease with which the man had shrugged off the momentary violence - ambled over to him.
A moment of unease surfaced when the spiky-haired Reploid bridged the conversational gap by revealing his knowledge of the Bioroid's name, but it took only a moment of rapid processing to realize that the other man was likely just the partner he had been assigned, rather than a super sleuth who had somehow figured out his dark and tortured history as an enemy of peace, love, and happiness. Really, it was amazing how much hate for Bioroids existed, given that maverick Reploids had done far worse in aggregate - even the famed Sigma, enemy of peace love etc etc, had been a Reploid. Compared to the countless wars against Maverick Reploids, Bioroids had only been responsible for one, and even then they had been born and bred for war. If Bioroids had been introduced to the world more peacefully, much like Reploids once had...
"Affirmative." Enough of that. On with the job - which was probably what the Reploid was here for anyways. "I suspect that makes you my partner." For the time being was left unsaid, though Xerath supposed it was insinuated nonetheless; Hunter teams were often temporary outside of unusual rapport, meaning that he might very possibly never meet this man again after they finished their work. Hm. Put that way, it was almost a little depressing.
Pushing off the wall. reflexively patting the deactivated blade at his waist as a subconscious reminder to himself that it was unlikely to grow wings and fly away when needed, Xerath continued. "...Let us hope that he was indeed guilty." Probably, yes, but he couldn't help but wonder why the police had been chasing the man - but he was not curious enough to actually care. "Well then, 'partner,'" aaaaand there was the first hint of inflection in his otherwise monotone voice, a lilting touch of amusement, "Let's go. ...I don't suppose you happen to have an actual name?"
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Zargeth
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Post by Zargeth on Mar 24, 2013 0:00:30 GMT -6
"Erm...thanks." The tall hunter hesitantly replied with a slight smile on the compliment of his skill. He had to admit that while his aim was good, he doubt it was any better than Nazareth's. Of course, he DID best him...but his brother by default was the better accurate shot out of the both of them. As such, he didn't know how to properly react to potential praise, big or small. He always felt so inferior to his long-gone bro to even accept compliments. But in this case, he just replied with what hopped into mind to not make this awkward. So shaking that off, he merely chuckled as his new partner spoke. The laid back hunter had a feeling he'd get along well with this one very easily simply due tot he fact that he doesn't seem as tense as most comrades he previously hooked up with. And even if he was, that's some great acting. But ready and straight to the point...he liked that. When Xerath commented on the shooting itself, he just shrugged his shoulders with a small laughter bursting before speaking. "Weeeeeell...I didn't think too hard on that before...aaaand after I shot him. But I purposely missed a vital point, so I'm not worried!" ...At least, he THINKS the guy wasn't dead. He sure wasn't moving after the police scooped him up like fallen ice cream. But as he said, he wasn't worried too much on that. As long as he got to shoot something today, he was satisfied. But after they both were seemingly in agreement to get this over with, he thrust himself off the wall and stretched a bit as he was asked a question. Names. Of course. "I think I've got one of those...I think." Yeah, he was just goofing around there to lighten the mood with his playful tone. Merely snorting afterwards, he approached his comrade's side with a few friendly pats on his shoulder. "...Zargeth. Our names sound a like. Weird, eh?" Lifting his hand off his comrade's shoulder, he continued with his usual playing around, yet mildly serious tone. "Allllll righty, fellow brother in arms! Let'sa go!" And without further ado, he simply walked ahead, however keeping a slow pace so Xerath would take the lead.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2013 7:34:03 GMT -6
"You think that is your identifier."
Xerath's tone was absolutely flat, only barely tinged by the slightest rise in tone that spoke at the untold volumes of sarcasm rising just beneath the surface. He wasn't sure whether to laugh or try punching the Hunter until said individual started making sense, but settled for a blank stare that could probably pass for a disbelieving look before silently accepting the man's oddity. Not like he was exactly normal, himself, and there was nothing wrong with enjoying one's work, was there?
Frankly, he would have labeled Zargeth a mindless braggart had it not been for the gunner's offhanded comment revealing that he had shot nonlethally. While Xerath was not in the least actually concerned about the continued operation of the victim of police aggression, it spoke of a depth of foresight in even considering aiming for a nonlethal shot just in case the "thief" had actually been innocent. Not to mention that even having the ability to aim that effectively was itself impressive, moreso than simply making the shot.
There was more to Zargeth than met the eye.
Relenting in the silent treatment as he reached that realization with glacial speed - which, given that the whole thought process had been gone on in high speed processors, had actually only taken a few seconds at worst - Xerath deigned to respond. "...Brother." There was something in the way it sounded that he liked, though he had difficulty ascertaining what; they certainly weren't biologically brethren, nor were they such in an artificial sense of being created in the same batch, much less the same species. Yet another human mannerism that made little objective sense, but held a degree of emotional weight disproportionate for a single concept.
"They are similar." Glad that his thoughts were not being broadcast to everyone in earshot, Xerath continued. "If your aim is as impeccable as you claim, I suspect we will be very good 'brothers' indeed by the time this assignment is over." The insinuation that fighting was involved was clear if Zargeth chose to follow up on it; while the taciturn Bioroid was not fond of speculating nor did he possess prescience in any form, he had a strong suspicion that what had befallen the workers at the dig site was neither natural nor accidental - or, in fact, anything but severely lethal.
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Post by Zargeth on Mar 30, 2013 15:28:43 GMT -6
"Welp, I could be named Bozo, the Crazed Clown Gunner for all I'd know. Sounds fitting really!" Catching onto the tone of sarcasm, Zargeth responded in the way he knew best; just playing along! Though despite the silent appearance, he could tell just by that one sentence alone that Xerath knew how to have some fun. That's good! There's more to a hunter than just one trait and he wish more of them he was partnered up with in the past had knew how to take a few jokes every once in a while. At least, his companion here seemed like he could take one. It was quite difficult to read him, though that was the fun part of it all at the end of the day. He suspected that during this mission, he'll truly have the honor of seeing more of this hunter's traits. When he commented on the assignment itself, he turned to have a glance at his companion. At least that gave him a good idea how this was all going to end, as he hadn't really heard the full story of the mission other than having to investigate the incident. So that meant his aching joints from all the working would be placed under more torture after all...but in the end, it's for something he lives for. Fighting's what he does best! Of course, he suspected that Xerath wasn't as into battle like he was...well, he hasn't met anyone who is as crazy as he is about it, but he couldn't help but become curious on it. Though instead of wondering about it, the only true way to find out is to observe; when they're on the job and busting Mavericks to tiny fragments! ...or grind them to dust and scrap. Whatever. "Yeah, I'm pretty eager to see what ya got packing there. You definitely appear skillful!" Perhaps the tall hunter was just too excited when it comes to fighting, but who cares. "Juuuust a little warning though. I'm told that I kinda do very unpredictable junk during battle. Dunno if that'll annoy you or not, but I figured you'd want to know something like that so you could be prepared for it!" He stated quite straightforwardly. He remembered the last guy he partnered up with...but he pretty much chewed him out for playing around. But the guy needed to lighten up! He appeared way too nervous and his arms were shaking from the stress when they were surrounded by a few roids that were under suspicion of being Maverick. So Zargeth performed what he did best...he gathered all their attention as he played a 'game' with them. Ohh, he remembers it like it was yesterday...actually it was yesterday. He recalled the memory of he and one of the enemies that were one of the participants. "YEEOW! Damn! Ya shot me in the arm! You know what that means...? YOU GET A FREE PRIZE!" "...Oooh? What do I get?" "Congratulations! You get about six shots to the face!" "Uh...cool! Wait, WHA-" .....Hah hah hah! He even had his poor partner lost in awkward confusion as the other roids locked on and opened fire on Zargeth. But he didn't know what he was mad for at the end! That meant as a cover for the guy to take off so they could regroup after Zargeth had his fun with them, which worked flawlessly. But that was enough of recalling good times. He turned his attention back to Xerath, wondering how he'd react to his previous sentence. "But I have a gooood feeling we'll work well together. Our names should be perfect proof of that!" There he goes again...all cheerful about it. But he couldn't help it!
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