[ Voice | Private ]knows_it_allMarch 31 2011, 03:23:00 UTC
[ There is a little flutter in Kunsel's stomach when the challenge is issued, a tiny part of him that thrills in being doubted, in the opportunity to prove someone wrong. ]
[ In this particular instance it feels a little nauseating as well, but he deals with it. He has a goal in sight, something to focus on. ]
Heh...get over myself.
Listen to you. As if this is really about me.
[ A loud clang as the helmet is dropped. A fwump as his leather belt follows. His sword clatters to the floor afterward, more of a statement than the other noises. ]
Of course I'm angry...but this has gone beyond being personal.
[ The shoulder armor follows, and then his gloves, each striking the floor with an a thunk or a soft, leathery slap. ]
You've broken the law. I'm not a member of the Patrol, but I am still a member of SOLDIER, and it's my duty to deal with extraordinary criminals that threaten the safety of civilians.
I won't see you dead for your crimes. That's just too easy.
[ His movement stops at last and he leans close to the Forge, voice crystal clear. ]
Go ahead and hide then, buddy. It won't do you much good. You can't blend into a crowd half as well as I can.
...So, I'll be seeing you soon, I guess.
[ And you're not going to recognize him one lick if he has anything to say about it. ]
[ Voice | Private ]malfattoreMarch 31 2011, 21:46:31 UTC
Is that so?
{He hears it all, knows what it is. Knows he's dealing with someone just as goddamn faceless as he is himself.}
I fail to see the logic in obnoxious foreigners deciding what the law is when it comes to a world we don't belong to. This isn't your city. The laws aren't yours to make, nor enforce.
{Something between his shoulder blades tightens. The sensation creeps up his spine, grips his neck with chilled, skeletal fingers, closing in.}
{Clenching.}
{Choking.}
{He clears his throat, paranoia smothered by feigned indifference.}
So come, then. Come find me. I assure you you'll regret it.
[ In this particular instance it feels a little nauseating as well, but he deals with it. He has a goal in sight, something to focus on. ]
Heh...get over myself.
Listen to you. As if this is really about me.
[ A loud clang as the helmet is dropped. A fwump as his leather belt follows. His sword clatters to the floor afterward, more of a statement than the other noises. ]
Of course I'm angry...but this has gone beyond being personal.
[ The shoulder armor follows, and then his gloves, each striking the floor with an a thunk or a soft, leathery slap. ]
You've broken the law. I'm not a member of the Patrol, but I am still a member of SOLDIER, and it's my duty to deal with extraordinary criminals that threaten the safety of civilians.
I won't see you dead for your crimes. That's just too easy.
[ His movement stops at last and he leans close to the Forge, voice crystal clear. ]
Go ahead and hide then, buddy. It won't do you much good. You can't blend into a crowd half as well as I can.
...So, I'll be seeing you soon, I guess.
[ And you're not going to recognize him one lick if he has anything to say about it. ]
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{He hears it all, knows what it is. Knows he's dealing with someone just as goddamn faceless as he is himself.}
I fail to see the logic in obnoxious foreigners deciding what the law is when it comes to a world we don't belong to. This isn't your city. The laws aren't yours to make, nor enforce.
{Something between his shoulder blades tightens. The sensation creeps up his spine, grips his neck with chilled, skeletal fingers, closing in.}
{Clenching.}
{Choking.}
{He clears his throat, paranoia smothered by feigned indifference.}
So come, then. Come find me. I assure you you'll regret it.
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