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[in one of the many sparse areas of the Plane appears a tall, sturdy man in purple and green armor, but he hasn't come quite alone. accompanying him is a long, steel table he's seated at. parts of his sniper rifle lay strewn across the table in a neat, organized manner, along with a couple other weapons, and his standard cleaning kit consisting of cleaners, cloths, and tools to adjust the sights of said weapons. he appears to be focused on what a mechanism from inside his rifle--but that's rather difficult to tell since he's looking down and wearing his helmet while he's doing this. and he's seemingly talking to himself, his voice sounding a bit filtered as it comes out of the helmet radio]
--ot sure how you missed it, to be honest. I wasn't so sure it was really there myself. But then I checked it out, met this peculiar guy, then woke up--[he stops, suddenly aware of his surroundings. in a swift, fluid motion, he drops the rifle component and reaches for nearest weapon on the table that is put together, and immediately stands, his chair noisily clattering to the ground. normally he isn't this jumpy, but when one's surroundings change in the blink of an eye, it's hopefully understandable. he lowers the gun a moment later as a somewhat confused recognition sets in, but he, by no means, has relaxed his grip.] Son of a bitch, here. I came here.
[he lets out a little laugh, shaking his head.] Well, if that wasn't conveniently timed, I don't know what is. I'll have to start setting my motion tracker even while doing menial duties. At least I wasn't peeling potatoes.
[after another moment of looking around and verifying that nobody is going to immediately attack him, he reaches down and rights his metal chair--yet doesn't sit down] Hope this doesn't become a habit, though. [mutters under his breath] And never mind what South's going to think when I get back after disappearing like that...
--ot sure how you missed it, to be honest. I wasn't so sure it was really there myself. But then I checked it out, met this peculiar guy, then woke up--[he stops, suddenly aware of his surroundings. in a swift, fluid motion, he drops the rifle component and reaches for nearest weapon on the table that is put together, and immediately stands, his chair noisily clattering to the ground. normally he isn't this jumpy, but when one's surroundings change in the blink of an eye, it's hopefully understandable. he lowers the gun a moment later as a somewhat confused recognition sets in, but he, by no means, has relaxed his grip.] Son of a bitch, here. I came here.
[he lets out a little laugh, shaking his head.] Well, if that wasn't conveniently timed, I don't know what is. I'll have to start setting my motion tracker even while doing menial duties. At least I wasn't peeling potatoes.
[after another moment of looking around and verifying that nobody is going to immediately attack him, he reaches down and rights his metal chair--yet doesn't sit down] Hope this doesn't become a habit, though. [mutters under his breath] And never mind what South's going to think when I get back after disappearing like that...