[ 28 ] very intentional video

[oneenemyleft]

[ The image is oddly blurry, as though filmed from underwater. But the general picture is clear enough: Fuuka, sitting on her knees, hands clenched to her breast. Although the image is bright, it flickers in and out and is more static than usual, as though from interference. A blurry "window", blue and purple, paned in gold, can be half seen, and

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[voice]

[snipeir]

[...]

...need a hand with those?

[voice]

[oneenemyleft]

Y - [ White out on the communicator. No static, just silence. After a moment: ]

- bo. [...] I-I can't fight them, but I'm safe...

[voice] - funny thing about being a sniper: he doesn't need to know WHERE along the street she is.):

[snipeir]

Alright, sit tight.

What street are you on?

[voice] and she'll just assume he's going to be able to see it / probably sense him coming anyway

[oneenemyleft]

[ Long white out pause. And then, Fuuka getting a little frustrated, her voice comes in much stronger and echoing, as she uses her radio-telepathy to her advantage. ]

Outside the shops on Ingles, close to Brebo. I can send you the location... [...] B- but, I guess it's probably pretty obvious.

[voice]

[snipeir]

Brebo... got it.

Hold still for a few minutes, if you would.

((OOC: In about 5 minutes, Lockon'll be in position at the far end of Brebo. And then... the Marionettes are gonna start going flying in the opposite direction, with large holes in their heads. ♥ ...would she be able to sense him when he's that far away, by the way? Since he's up in the Port District. :| ))

[voice]

[oneenemyleft]

Yes...

[ Her range is like. Citywide. She can cover at least five - ten miles easily, but it's easier when there's magic, not sniping. Still, if they start dying and she can't see the cause, she's gonna be casting her net out a little.

...Also Juno isn't bulletproof, I'm betting, so be careful. ]

...!

[voice]

[snipeir]

[He doesn't respond again until they all go down; then:]

...how's it look on your end, miss? They down for real, or just playing possum?

((OOC: He could shoot the wings off a fly from this distance. She's in no danger from him. ))

[voice]

[oneenemyleft]

[ A long silence, not from interference this time. Juno is unmoving and there's no change; Fuuka scans the area (and, okay, she's not used to people firing guns-real guns that is-in her direction, even if none of them hit.

Still telepathically: ] Yes. They're gone.

[ And in a quick white flash, Juno goes, too, leaving just the small girl standing there. She's uncertain, and then turns to face the general direction he's in. Not that she can see him, but she sensed someone, and is guessing. ]

[voice]

[snipeir]

[Which is something he forgets; spending four years entirely without civilian contact does that to a guy. He used to people not even batting an eyelash when the bullets start flying. He's started walking in her direction, by the by.]

Good to hear it. [The next part is barely audible.] A little practice, and it all comes back...

...if you want, I'd be happy to escort you the rest of the way to... wherever you're going. Might be more of them around, after all.

[voice]

[oneenemyleft]

[ Now she has to use her communicator to speak again. At least there's no more interference. And that nervousness is dying off, too. ]

... Thank you very much! [ A little belated, but stronger for it, like she needs to make that up to him. ] I'm so sorry. I was looking for clothes in one of the stores, I didn't make it away in time-thank you very much!

[ Without Juno she can't tell where he is or if he's coming over or not, so she's not looking. ]

Re: [voice]

[snipeir]

[He chuckles good-naturedly; he's not used to being thanked by people outside of Celestial Being. Really, he's not used to being anything but HATED by people outside of CB. It's surreal.]

Not a problem, seriously. Couldn't just leave you to them, could I?

...I'm Lockon, by the way. Lockon Stratos.

[He's probably around a block away, by this point; do you want to do a commentlog, once they meet up?]

[voice]

[oneenemyleft]

[ Commentlog works fine! ]

I... I'm sure someone else... probably would have come eventually, but... Thank you very much. I'm Fuuka Yamagishi...

[commentlog] - sorry about the delay; long day has been long

[snipeir]

[He didn't turn on the communicator to respond to that, largely because his gut reaction was to scoff at the idea of letting a nebulous "someone else" handle a problem, when one could do something about it oneself. It was irresponsible, and lazy. But... well, he wasn't the sort to talk shit to young(er) girls, so he just left it at that.

Of course, there was the other significant reason for not replying: he could actually SEE her, by this point.

He gave a short, friendly wave, as he crossed the last stretch of ground between them; this was why he'd enlisted, all those years ago. Protecting people.]

[commentlog] - np, np!

[oneenemyleft]

[ Fuuka's still standing in place, hands to her collarbone, looking a little nervous but not to any extreme level. He may notice a holster and gun strapped to her leg, sticking out from under her skirt. She didn't wave back, but she smiled slightly... ]

H - hi. Thank you again.

[commentlog] - ...that icon is so cute, hghghhlkh;klj. Also, derp, Enter key is not my friend.

[snipeir]

[And she can feel free to notice the long rifle strapped to his back; clearly, this was the implement responsible for the prior extermination.]

It was my pleasure.

[He gives a warm smile; those weren't just words, after all.

...but, yes, he does notice that Evoker.]

...out of ammo?

[commentlog] - np, np! and, fuuka tends to be cute in general fff

[oneenemyleft]

[ She is indeed staring a bit at the rifle; a Real Gun is, obviously, a bit different from her Evoker. Brief almost eye contact at the words, then back to glancing at the rifle; then her eyes go a little surprised at the question; her hand darts down protectively to the Evoker. ]

Oh... it's not a real gun... thank goodness.