Y'know, less than ten minutes ago he was happily sending people who deserved it to die horrible but rapid deaths, and now he's changing back to his usual gear in a bathroom in a bar while the last person he had any sort of ties to sits out there obliviously suffering in a nonfatal manner.
Clearly the universe has its priorities scrambled.
Krauser feels infinitely better with the beret on and Will's world's garb stuffed into the trashcan, and heads back out into the bar.
Twitch of his hand to the knife at the sight of Kennedy's back--he could end it now, just end it--but he's human and it's only been less than a year and he has no orders.
Besides, there are rules.
It doesn't stop him from picking up a table knife as he passes by, putting the cold metal flat against the side of Kennedy's neck. "Watch your back." Then he tosses it onto the bar. No real threat.
Leon doesn't lash out, tumble to the side, or really do much of anything besides take a deep breath in and glance up.
To the close observer, though, the grip on his glass shifts just so. Wouldn't need maiming force; no way that knife is made for cutting anything but air, considering the thickness of the blade. Too polished to have an edge.
Krauser sees it. Glances over only once, but sees it.
"Same as last time," he says to the bar, which turns out to be tequila. He'd forgotten about that little meeting. Heh. And then he adds, to Leon: "been a while."
He glances over once more; the scars on his face are more pronounced, more discolored. His body language is a little different; there's less the sense of invincibility and more just the confidence.
Same as ever. Black shirt, camo pants, boots, beret, knife.
Knife exactly where it should be, in the hilt, at his back.
"That's interesting." Another drink. "All right, what'd they tell you? I was expecting to have gone out with unblemished rep. Can't say I kept up on things. I've been busy."
Krauser can't help but feel that some advantage has been taken away; it's like trying to duel in quicksand. Was Leon here before? Did they know each other? Is Leon contagious?
"Nah. You'd have come helped me pull my face off the framework."
He kind of stick out like a sore thumb, though. Let's watch what happens.
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He's not usually image-conscious, no, but there are limits.
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He's incredibly thankful to write this off as delirium.
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Clearly the universe has its priorities scrambled.
Krauser feels infinitely better with the beret on and Will's world's garb stuffed into the trashcan, and heads back out into the bar.
Twitch of his hand to the knife at the sight of Kennedy's back--he could end it now, just end it--but he's human and it's only been less than a year and he has no orders.
Besides, there are rules.
It doesn't stop him from picking up a table knife as he passes by, putting the cold metal flat against the side of Kennedy's neck. "Watch your back." Then he tosses it onto the bar. No real threat.
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To the close observer, though, the grip on his glass shifts just so. Wouldn't need maiming force; no way that knife is made for cutting anything but air, considering the thickness of the blade. Too polished to have an edge.
"This day keeps getting better and better."
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"Same as last time," he says to the bar, which turns out to be tequila. He'd forgotten about that little meeting. Heh. And then he adds, to Leon: "been a while."
He glances over once more; the scars on his face are more pronounced, more discolored. His body language is a little different; there's less the sense of invincibility and more just the confidence.
And his hands are empty.
All right, except for the glass.
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He eyes Krauser, undisguisedly sizing him up.
"You could put it that way." Then, "I suppose you're going to sit here no matter what I say."
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Knife exactly where it should be, in the hilt, at his back.
"That's interesting." Another drink. "All right, what'd they tell you? I was expecting to have gone out with unblemished rep. Can't say I kept up on things. I've been busy."
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The man? Looks like SHIT.
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"Nah. You'd have come helped me pull my face off the framework."
When in doubt, stick with what you know.
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"Saw what?"
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Let's not mention Leon's the one who administered this bits-and-pieces-ing.
"Not exactly sure what to say, just now."
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Leon's. . . alive.
"Year for you?"
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Oh.
"He dead?"
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