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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Jul 8, 2009 12:45:41 GMT -5
"... Friendly fellow." Phobia says a moment after waving Misfire goodbye as the jet made his hasty exit. "Peculiar, but friendly." And a bit too touchy feely for Phobia's tastes so the flier was going onto his list of 'people to avoid if possible'. The inability to aim was already disconcerting enough but the threat of personal space invasion made the decision final.
Outwardly, the bike just shakes his head slightly as he lifts his rifle back up to take aim once more. "It would seem you might have an admirer on hand." He says to Wreckage, smiling mellowly before snapping off a few shots.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Jul 8, 2009 21:10:40 GMT -5
The look Wreckage turns on Phobia is much the same as the look he gave Misfire. Otherwise, he gives no response before turning and prepping for one last round.
He does not have an admirer. Of this much he is certain, and he dismisses the notion with carefully measured gunfire. His ability to scan another secondary mode has an admirer.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Jul 9, 2009 19:01:58 GMT -5
Phobia gets the hint quite quickly although he still throws in a cheerful shrug to maintain his little charade. Well, it would seem he's obligated to keep silent now- which was nice, actually. Well, would be nice if there wasn't a hulking white terror not too far away...
Better concentrate on shooting. Yep, shooting. Three targets go down without a hitch but he misses a fourth. Don't worry about that, keep the rhythm and move onto next target .There, that was easy enough to remedy.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Jul 11, 2009 16:41:26 GMT -5
Quiet, for a relative definition of the term, and another soldier who understands its value. Wreckage relishes in it as much as he finds the destruction of each target in turn satisfying on a visceral level he tries to ignore. He remains meticulous in taking aim; without a target poacher to lend him impetus, his routine goes back to focusing on his control more than his accuracy. It makes him slow again, so even though he hits his targets, it takes several seconds for each one and some hits are glancing blows.
Not impressive overall, but satisfactory for him.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Jul 12, 2009 17:22:38 GMT -5
Silence and distance were welcome changes, Phobia decides, especially when his current company was huge and had a bit more pointy edges than Phobia was comfortable with. Occasionally he would still subtly check his peripheral sensors to make sure Wreckage hadn't moved, but the other's presence did little to interfere with his shooting otherwise.
It was a bit unusual and unnerving and the temptation to break silence for the simple sake of familiarity was there but the bike-former carefully keeps his focus on just shooting. Since he wasn't a front liner and had a preference for long range fighting anyways, the targets were easily hit with only a few misses due to lapses in concentration.
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Wreckage
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Post by Wreckage on Jul 15, 2009 0:24:12 GMT -5
When the last target vanishes, Wreckage lowers his arms and simply stands there for a few seconds, hands trembling slightly. Finished. Done with the routine and not once did he slip. He feels… drained. And part of him wants to keep firing.
He shoves that part back down where it belongs and pivots to leave, giving Phobia a shallow nod as he does.
OOC: Will remain long enough for any Phobia response, then out of thread.
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Post by Phobia/Pierce Fobster on Jul 17, 2009 19:06:54 GMT -5
Phobia nearly jumps and glances up as he catches the glimpse of movement from the corner of his vision, just in time to see the other give him a brief farewell nod.
"Ah, good bye!" He says smiling and waving cheerfully at the other's pale back. He waits for a long time after Wreckage was gone before going back to shooting again.
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OOC: End thread, pretty much.
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