What a wicked game to play . . .
Entry to come later. For now, here's the log.
Night time. Of course. The range appears empty, save for the occassional, muffled shot being fired. Umbra sits -atop- the cave, well hidden both my rock and by power, in effort to practice her shot. The target out at the max distance resembles swiss cheese, as all the vital spots are nothing but holes. See, someone does have good aim, and does use more than just pistols.
Yes, of cours its night time. Lately that's been the only time that Syphon has been seen around the island. He's spent alot of time holed up in his room doing God knows what. He approaches the range carefully, realizing quickly that someone is playing the game he plays best. Strapped to his back is a case that holds the rifle he has pretty much chosen from the shack to be his baby. It is a slightly modified Sig Sauer SSG-3000. Maybe that's what he's been working on for a while. He stops at the range and pulls out his gun, using the scope to view the target at the end of the range. A satisfied, if not a bit jealous murmur escapes his lips as he watches.
Several more shots are fired, near silent, and strike the target with a dead accuracy. Then there is silence for a bit, before a figure appears on the top of the cliff, standing at full height. Or at least as tall as Amara can stand. Her own gun is worn by strap over her shoulder, as her eyes instantly fall upon Syphon. Yes, she knows she's not alone. Tonight she appears different, wearing a white skirt and top, her hair down and neatly done. It blows in a slight breeze, since she is so far up, as she continues to look at him. Is this where she's made fun of, she wonders.
Thomas watches the shots connect with the target and nods. He lowers the rifle and leans it against an upright of the range. He turns and looks up to where the muzzle flashes came from as he walked up and immediately spots Amara. He stares for a moment before he begins to slowly clap his hands together. "Impressive." One word, but it's enough, and its spoken loud enough that she should just be able to hear it. He grabs the shoulder strap out of the case and straps it to the gun before making his way toward the cave to find a way up.
Was that a compliment? For some reason, Amara finds it hard to believe, but she nods anyway. "The best spot to climb is right there," Amara instructs while pointing to the way that she gained access to her location. "If you wish to join me, that is." She stands with one hip cocked to the side as she continues to look at him, and even licks her lips. Yes, she is out to use her charms, although not overly so. This one interests her.
Thomas hikes is way quickly up the side of the cave, using the climbing techniques embedded into his brain by the Corps to do so. He finds himself standing next to Amara with a smile on his face. "Now why wouldn't I want to join you?" He winks at her and pulls his rifle off his shoulder. "Nice night, huh?" Small talk. Fairly difficult to offend someone with small talk.
Amara nods once more as Thomas joins her on the ledge. "There are times that people wish to be alone, Syphon. I did not know if now was such a time for you or not." Her own weapon is propped up beside a part of the cave, as she takes a few steps away from him. It's to keep him from the chilled air about her, and to allow him view of her rear. "I apologize for the chill in the air. It will fade, slowly." She turns once more and looks to him, using that ever powerful look of seduction she's learned so well. "It is a rather lovely evening. The weather is nice, the stars are out, and it is quite .. peaceful.. here."
Thomas completely misses the attack of the killer booty that was intended for him, as his attention is on the target a good distance away. He blinks as he pulls his rifle to his shoulder and views the shot from here. "This is a good place to shoot from. I'll have to remember it if the island ever gets raided." He slips the gun down from his shoulder and looks up. "Yeah, it is gorgeous out here. Perfect shooting weather." He leans against a rock and looks back at Amara. "I met your boyfriend the other day."
"It does help if you have the ability to better blend into the rock," Umbra points out as she leans against it, not too far from where her gun now rests. "There are a few other places, as well, that I have found. Remind me to show you at one point." At the mention of Padraig, she merely raises a brow. "Oh, you have had the pleasure of speaking with Blitz?" She almost seems suprised, again an act. She should have been on broadway. "I cannot decide if I should feel sorry for you or not." She winks, although she's fairly certain he's not paying attention to her at this point.
Thomas chuckles. He's paying more attention to her than she realizes. One gets very good at stealthy observation when one relies on it for a living. His face remains in a bit of a smirk as he finally looks down at Amara. "Not a bad guy, really. A bit of a clown and quite the show-off, but nice enough. Actually, he was probably the first person not to be difficult with me." He doesn't mention the fact that he was expecting a beating from the way he was acting toward her that first night.
Amara continues to watch him, obviously interested. Or, seemingly interested, as the case may be. She finally allows the tiniest of smiles to grace her features as he speaks of Padraig. "I believe you have the correct impression of him. Complete opposite of myself, would you not say?" She rolls her eyes. "Oh, I would. Yet, it is not like there is much of a selection on this rock." Hrm, wonder what that means. She pauses momentarily, then almost appears offended. "I have been difficult with you? I apologize."
Thomas shrugs. "I suppose that I may have overstepped my bounds once or twice when I first got here. That probably doesn't help when it comes to meeting people." He eyes her carefully as she speaks, but doesn't go any farther than that. Thoughts begin pushing into his head, questions mostly which are followed by mental slaps saying 'No'. Tommy decides to be good and holds to the 'code'. "You're not the one who should be appologizing, Umbra. I was pretty rude to you from the moment we met. It's wrong of me to be like that and I'm sorry." He sounds sincere. His intense gaze makes him look sincere. He reaches down and picks up his rifle again, looking to fill that uncomfortable silence that is inevitably going to follow his statement.
Oh, but Amara wants him to speak his mind. To ask those questions. To overstep those boundries, that really don't exist anyway. "Your apology is noted, accepted, and completely not neccessary," she notes quickly. Umbra shifts her position to stand a bit more wide, creating a bit of an opening in her skirt. "You have been in jail for quite some time. I know that if I were locked away for that long, not a soul would be able to tolerate me." She shrugs her shoulders and tilts her head ever so, causing a bit of hair to fall about her face. "That gun is Brotherhood property," she speaks, matter of factly. "Do you not have your own?" Her words are not meant to be rude, just a simple question.
Thomas shakes his head slightly. "No. Being stupid enough to go to prison isn't an excuse for being an asshole. And I'm not using it as an excuse any more." He keeps glancing at her, actually being drawn in slightly by those aforementioned charms. Unfortunately, those mental slaps keep coming along with warnings that just scream 'Blitz!' into his head. Suddenly a vision of an electrocuted seagull being picked apart by live seagulls flashes in his mind. "When I went to prison, all of my personal possessions were liquidated to pay the lawyer. I couldn't get to my offshore account where I have my money from the jobs I did. And since I've been here, I haven't tried to access it. So I've made due with what I could find." With that, he stands up, snaps around, takes quick aim on her target, and squeezes his trigger, sending a round zipping at Amara's target and tearing a hole through the throat of the paper silhouette.
Amara nods in approval at his words. Good, no excuses. She sighs softly, and crosses her arms about her chest. "Such side effects can be so frustrating," she comments, referring to the chill. "I suppose it would be better if I had someone who could wrap his arms around me at all times, without worry of possible nerve damage or death." She looks at the target as she speaks, the wind still playing with her hair. Oh, yes, she's being flirtatious. Another nod is given as she glances at his handywork. "Not so bad yourself. I happen to have quite a supply of weapons, if you would like to choose one for yourself. If I do not have what you are looking for, I bet I could get it to the island in under a week." It may cost a vase or some other artifact, but she's pleanty in her possession to do so.
Thomas grins and makes a positive sounding noise as he lowers the gun back to the rock it was leaning against. He looks over at Amara for a second before taking off the long sleeved shirt he has on over his tank. "Here. Put this on if it'll help." And no, it doesn't stink. It does, however, have the smell of the laundry soap and a hint of some kind of cologne he wears occasionally. "If we had more range, I'd like to have another Barret .50, but the island isn't big enough for that. But maybe one day soon we can look at what you have." He watches her carefully for another moment before looking out to sea.
Amara turns her attention to him as she reaches out for the shirt, just long enough to catch his eyes. Hers are emotionless, as always, a product of her mutation. "Are you sure?" she asks softly, mildly. She doesn't need the shirt, but isn't about to tell him that. Her attention goes the same way as his does, as she strains to see if he actually looking at anything. Her sight would be better, with being able to see in the dark and all. "Anytime you are willing, you may stop by my room. I apologize in advance if it disturbs you. Or if I do, for that matter. I really have only the best intentions, even if my actions do not portray that." Yeah, right.
Thomas shrugs. "Yeah, go ahead." He stares out at the horizon for a while, not really looking at anything. Her words are heard, but he doesn't respond right away. He just keeps staring for some reason. Finally he turns back to her and nods. "Yeah, that would work. Or maybe we should just meet back here." He throws that last part out a bit quieter, as if he doesn't really want to say it.
With a soft smile, the shirt is quickly slipped on. "Not an embrace, but better than nothing," she comments, seemingly to herself. Even as he looks back to her, she continues to stare at the distance. "You sound as if you are afraid of my room. Have you heard of it, already? Honestly, I only have weapons and a few artifacts in there. Nothing bad." Oh, how innocent she's playing. "Besides, if I were to carry everything out to here, I would certainly have to make many trips."
Thomas shakes his head. "No, I haven't heard anything about your room. I just thought we might be better off meeting on /neutral/ ground. But I suppose meeting in your room would be ok." HEY STUPID! DON'T DO IT! REMEMBER THE SEAGULL! REMEMBER THE FREAKIN SEAGULL!!! Yeah, that's about what his brain is screaming at him now, but the opportunity to look at this collection of weapons she's talking about has him ready to walk into Lord Magneto's bathroom at BM time. Some people say this is an unhealthy fascination with firearms, but it really isn't. It's what he does. He finally nods and speaks with more strength in his voice. "Yeah, your room is a fine place to meet."
Unhealthy fascination with firearms? If anyone fit that bill, it's Amara. His first words seem unsure, and she continues to look past him. It's not until he gains confidence that she slowling looks back to him, grinning seductively once more. "I am glad that you are willing to meet with my in such a place," she comments, once more shifting, causing her skirt to inch up slightly. "And I hope that you will allow me a chance to get to know you better? We did start out rather... rough."
Thomas nods. What could possibly happen in Amara's room? At first the possibilities flood into his mind and are quickly pushed out. Then a few more acceptable scenarios pop in and he nods. See, nothing bad could happen. They'll just look at some guns and chat. Nothing to worry about there. "Yeah, I'd like to get to know you better. I think we could have alot in common and could actually be friends if we tried. If we're going to work and live on this island together, we can't really be hating eachother." Ok, develop the asset and exploit it. That's how his training went. That's how he worked for years. Let's just see if we can keep ourselves on that page now. Ok? Tommy blinks as he clears Jiminy Cricket from his mind.
Dove comes in from the logical place to put a door... the area /behind/ the shooters. She approaches the pit, but doesn't come in yet, not sure who, if anyone she'd be disturbing. Her power is on, heavily in order mode. She hangs back far enough it /shouldn't/ affect the gunpowder. She hopes. She has no compunction about eavesdropping on the conversation. If you want to say something private dont' say it in a public place is the rule of the streets /she/ grew upon.
"Oh, something tells me we could become quite close," Umbra speaks, a brow raised slightly. She stands as tall as she can beside him, and looks him up and down. Yes, she's making it obvious. Her eyes then search for his as a hand comes to rest on her hip. See, if they were in the cave, it would be one thing, but since they're on top of it... Amara doesn't view that as being overly public. "Unless you have a problem with that?" A few short steps are taken, placing her just next to him. So close, in fact, that they're practically touching. Normally she's the one that no one notices in the background. So unusual that this isn't the case now.
Thomas freezes as she approaches. He watches her carefully, allowing his outside hand to rest on the pocket knife clipped to his back pocket. Trust hasn't quite been earned here, and he's not afraid to let her know that. "You know, I'm sure Padraig is wondering where you are right now." Yeah, that should probably stop this nasty little game she's playing. Just a few days ago, she was ready to gut him like a fish and now she's practically throwing herself at him. He nudges her with his elbow. "Maybe you should go find him. Work off some of your apparent excess energy or something. We can meet sometime in the next few days to look at those weapons." Yeah, that ought to piss her off just enough. Tommy finds himself almost holding his breath to see her response.
Dove debates interupting. It's a public place, but even as one may listen to anything in public, one must take the concequences of getting /caught/ and sh'es not entirely sure she wants to get shot or... well whatever else this group can do... for being known. For now she simply stays where she is and lets things play out.
"My toy is better," Amara teases as he reaches for his knife. She doesn't produce her stilletto, and allows her comment to hang. Just what toy she's speaking of is up to him to try and figure out. She doesn't back down. In fact, she flutters her eyelashes. "Hard to get. Am I that unattractive?" She would have acted the same way first time they met, had he not been so aggressive. "I know where Blitz is. You are too paranoid, Syphon. Have you not seen how he is? I cannot hug him, cannot sleep next to him. He canonot fire a gun, and is overly outgoing. Pardon me if I wish to look elsewhere." She stares at him, daring him to make his next move.
Thomas smirks slightly and turns his upper body toward her. "Yet you are with him. You care for him. You love him. I heard you say it in the prison. If you love him, you live with his 'shortcomings'." Mind you, Tommy isn't much of a believer in love. It's never done him much good, and with the mindset of everything being an asset, it's pretty much useless. He reaches up and puts his hand lightly on her shoulder, barely making contact. "Why would you look elsewhere if you care for him?" He doesn't even comment on the fact that everything she said Blitz couldn't do was something that he /could/. He watches her through slightly narrow, distrustful eyes.
Even though his touch is light, Amara could very easily step away. That would be a good sign of her feelings for Padraig. "It is easy to love a man when you have no one else to love, or pay attention to. Yes, I am with him, but it is not so easy to deal with these short comings. He once used another on the island for sex, as she could handle his powers." Umbra draws a deep breath and continues to stare at Thomas, not at all reacting to his obvious distrust. "I ask you, how would you react to that?" She looks down finally and shakes her head. Only three people on island would be able to tell she's not really upset. "Human instinct, is what I was told. If it applies to one, it should apply to both."
Thomas sighs. "Interesting theory." Yeah, he's fighting a losing battle here. But maybe if he just walks away, she'll drop this. Yeah, a day or two to cool off and then they can meet for the guns. All he has to do is walk away. His face softens a bit, and he moves his hand to her face to push her chin up as he licks his lips. He locks her gaze for what seems like forever before his Jiminy Cricket comes back. Finally he breaks the gaze and picks up his gun. He turns and starts to make his way back down the hill, both thanking goodness for giving him the strength to walk away and mentally bashing is skull against a rock for walking away. He yells back up the hill to her. "I'll stop by in a couple of days to look at those guns." He fully intends on going back to his room and taking a cold shower.
Dove takes several steps back to avoid getting run over as Thomas comes her way. She backs off enough so that whoever he was arguing with, hopefully, doesn't take her presence as interference. "perhaps I should get back to the compound..." and perhaps offer Thomas her spare bottle of Vodka... he looks like he could use it! "I'm not sure I /want/ to know what goes on here anymore." For all information is her bussiness. She has to live with these people now, which makes her profession more uncomfortable. No she' not making a great deal of sense to anyone but herself, hazards of her ability. Make everyone else more logical, and she has trouble focusing.
"Human nature," she corrects, shortly before she feels her chin being raised. Her own blue eyes lock onto his, as everything but those orbs portray a mix of emotion. She smiles softly as he goes to walk away, not at all getting frustrated. Perhaps that will help him believe she is actually interested in him, even though she's not. "I might suggest that you knock once, then twice, else you may receive a less than pleasant welcome." What would one expect when walking into such a room, really now? She stands, arms wrapped about herself, taking in the scent of his shirt. That is until he is well out of sight, when she allows her cold smirk to come to play. "I apologize, Padraig my love, and you know it is all a game," she whispers, only to hear another about. Using her powers, she helps conceal herself as she slips away on another path, clear from Dove. Seems someone else is playing her game, and she will find out. Another day. Until then, she makes way for Padraig's room.
It's hard work being a toy.
Night time. Of course. The range appears empty, save for the occassional, muffled shot being fired. Umbra sits -atop- the cave, well hidden both my rock and by power, in effort to practice her shot. The target out at the max distance resembles swiss cheese, as all the vital spots are nothing but holes. See, someone does have good aim, and does use more than just pistols.
Yes, of cours its night time. Lately that's been the only time that Syphon has been seen around the island. He's spent alot of time holed up in his room doing God knows what. He approaches the range carefully, realizing quickly that someone is playing the game he plays best. Strapped to his back is a case that holds the rifle he has pretty much chosen from the shack to be his baby. It is a slightly modified Sig Sauer SSG-3000. Maybe that's what he's been working on for a while. He stops at the range and pulls out his gun, using the scope to view the target at the end of the range. A satisfied, if not a bit jealous murmur escapes his lips as he watches.
Several more shots are fired, near silent, and strike the target with a dead accuracy. Then there is silence for a bit, before a figure appears on the top of the cliff, standing at full height. Or at least as tall as Amara can stand. Her own gun is worn by strap over her shoulder, as her eyes instantly fall upon Syphon. Yes, she knows she's not alone. Tonight she appears different, wearing a white skirt and top, her hair down and neatly done. It blows in a slight breeze, since she is so far up, as she continues to look at him. Is this where she's made fun of, she wonders.
Thomas watches the shots connect with the target and nods. He lowers the rifle and leans it against an upright of the range. He turns and looks up to where the muzzle flashes came from as he walked up and immediately spots Amara. He stares for a moment before he begins to slowly clap his hands together. "Impressive." One word, but it's enough, and its spoken loud enough that she should just be able to hear it. He grabs the shoulder strap out of the case and straps it to the gun before making his way toward the cave to find a way up.
Was that a compliment? For some reason, Amara finds it hard to believe, but she nods anyway. "The best spot to climb is right there," Amara instructs while pointing to the way that she gained access to her location. "If you wish to join me, that is." She stands with one hip cocked to the side as she continues to look at him, and even licks her lips. Yes, she is out to use her charms, although not overly so. This one interests her.
Thomas hikes is way quickly up the side of the cave, using the climbing techniques embedded into his brain by the Corps to do so. He finds himself standing next to Amara with a smile on his face. "Now why wouldn't I want to join you?" He winks at her and pulls his rifle off his shoulder. "Nice night, huh?" Small talk. Fairly difficult to offend someone with small talk.
Amara nods once more as Thomas joins her on the ledge. "There are times that people wish to be alone, Syphon. I did not know if now was such a time for you or not." Her own weapon is propped up beside a part of the cave, as she takes a few steps away from him. It's to keep him from the chilled air about her, and to allow him view of her rear. "I apologize for the chill in the air. It will fade, slowly." She turns once more and looks to him, using that ever powerful look of seduction she's learned so well. "It is a rather lovely evening. The weather is nice, the stars are out, and it is quite .. peaceful.. here."
Thomas completely misses the attack of the killer booty that was intended for him, as his attention is on the target a good distance away. He blinks as he pulls his rifle to his shoulder and views the shot from here. "This is a good place to shoot from. I'll have to remember it if the island ever gets raided." He slips the gun down from his shoulder and looks up. "Yeah, it is gorgeous out here. Perfect shooting weather." He leans against a rock and looks back at Amara. "I met your boyfriend the other day."
"It does help if you have the ability to better blend into the rock," Umbra points out as she leans against it, not too far from where her gun now rests. "There are a few other places, as well, that I have found. Remind me to show you at one point." At the mention of Padraig, she merely raises a brow. "Oh, you have had the pleasure of speaking with Blitz?" She almost seems suprised, again an act. She should have been on broadway. "I cannot decide if I should feel sorry for you or not." She winks, although she's fairly certain he's not paying attention to her at this point.
Thomas chuckles. He's paying more attention to her than she realizes. One gets very good at stealthy observation when one relies on it for a living. His face remains in a bit of a smirk as he finally looks down at Amara. "Not a bad guy, really. A bit of a clown and quite the show-off, but nice enough. Actually, he was probably the first person not to be difficult with me." He doesn't mention the fact that he was expecting a beating from the way he was acting toward her that first night.
Amara continues to watch him, obviously interested. Or, seemingly interested, as the case may be. She finally allows the tiniest of smiles to grace her features as he speaks of Padraig. "I believe you have the correct impression of him. Complete opposite of myself, would you not say?" She rolls her eyes. "Oh, I would. Yet, it is not like there is much of a selection on this rock." Hrm, wonder what that means. She pauses momentarily, then almost appears offended. "I have been difficult with you? I apologize."
Thomas shrugs. "I suppose that I may have overstepped my bounds once or twice when I first got here. That probably doesn't help when it comes to meeting people." He eyes her carefully as she speaks, but doesn't go any farther than that. Thoughts begin pushing into his head, questions mostly which are followed by mental slaps saying 'No'. Tommy decides to be good and holds to the 'code'. "You're not the one who should be appologizing, Umbra. I was pretty rude to you from the moment we met. It's wrong of me to be like that and I'm sorry." He sounds sincere. His intense gaze makes him look sincere. He reaches down and picks up his rifle again, looking to fill that uncomfortable silence that is inevitably going to follow his statement.
Oh, but Amara wants him to speak his mind. To ask those questions. To overstep those boundries, that really don't exist anyway. "Your apology is noted, accepted, and completely not neccessary," she notes quickly. Umbra shifts her position to stand a bit more wide, creating a bit of an opening in her skirt. "You have been in jail for quite some time. I know that if I were locked away for that long, not a soul would be able to tolerate me." She shrugs her shoulders and tilts her head ever so, causing a bit of hair to fall about her face. "That gun is Brotherhood property," she speaks, matter of factly. "Do you not have your own?" Her words are not meant to be rude, just a simple question.
Thomas shakes his head slightly. "No. Being stupid enough to go to prison isn't an excuse for being an asshole. And I'm not using it as an excuse any more." He keeps glancing at her, actually being drawn in slightly by those aforementioned charms. Unfortunately, those mental slaps keep coming along with warnings that just scream 'Blitz!' into his head. Suddenly a vision of an electrocuted seagull being picked apart by live seagulls flashes in his mind. "When I went to prison, all of my personal possessions were liquidated to pay the lawyer. I couldn't get to my offshore account where I have my money from the jobs I did. And since I've been here, I haven't tried to access it. So I've made due with what I could find." With that, he stands up, snaps around, takes quick aim on her target, and squeezes his trigger, sending a round zipping at Amara's target and tearing a hole through the throat of the paper silhouette.
Amara nods in approval at his words. Good, no excuses. She sighs softly, and crosses her arms about her chest. "Such side effects can be so frustrating," she comments, referring to the chill. "I suppose it would be better if I had someone who could wrap his arms around me at all times, without worry of possible nerve damage or death." She looks at the target as she speaks, the wind still playing with her hair. Oh, yes, she's being flirtatious. Another nod is given as she glances at his handywork. "Not so bad yourself. I happen to have quite a supply of weapons, if you would like to choose one for yourself. If I do not have what you are looking for, I bet I could get it to the island in under a week." It may cost a vase or some other artifact, but she's pleanty in her possession to do so.
Thomas grins and makes a positive sounding noise as he lowers the gun back to the rock it was leaning against. He looks over at Amara for a second before taking off the long sleeved shirt he has on over his tank. "Here. Put this on if it'll help." And no, it doesn't stink. It does, however, have the smell of the laundry soap and a hint of some kind of cologne he wears occasionally. "If we had more range, I'd like to have another Barret .50, but the island isn't big enough for that. But maybe one day soon we can look at what you have." He watches her carefully for another moment before looking out to sea.
Amara turns her attention to him as she reaches out for the shirt, just long enough to catch his eyes. Hers are emotionless, as always, a product of her mutation. "Are you sure?" she asks softly, mildly. She doesn't need the shirt, but isn't about to tell him that. Her attention goes the same way as his does, as she strains to see if he actually looking at anything. Her sight would be better, with being able to see in the dark and all. "Anytime you are willing, you may stop by my room. I apologize in advance if it disturbs you. Or if I do, for that matter. I really have only the best intentions, even if my actions do not portray that." Yeah, right.
Thomas shrugs. "Yeah, go ahead." He stares out at the horizon for a while, not really looking at anything. Her words are heard, but he doesn't respond right away. He just keeps staring for some reason. Finally he turns back to her and nods. "Yeah, that would work. Or maybe we should just meet back here." He throws that last part out a bit quieter, as if he doesn't really want to say it.
With a soft smile, the shirt is quickly slipped on. "Not an embrace, but better than nothing," she comments, seemingly to herself. Even as he looks back to her, she continues to stare at the distance. "You sound as if you are afraid of my room. Have you heard of it, already? Honestly, I only have weapons and a few artifacts in there. Nothing bad." Oh, how innocent she's playing. "Besides, if I were to carry everything out to here, I would certainly have to make many trips."
Thomas shakes his head. "No, I haven't heard anything about your room. I just thought we might be better off meeting on /neutral/ ground. But I suppose meeting in your room would be ok." HEY STUPID! DON'T DO IT! REMEMBER THE SEAGULL! REMEMBER THE FREAKIN SEAGULL!!! Yeah, that's about what his brain is screaming at him now, but the opportunity to look at this collection of weapons she's talking about has him ready to walk into Lord Magneto's bathroom at BM time. Some people say this is an unhealthy fascination with firearms, but it really isn't. It's what he does. He finally nods and speaks with more strength in his voice. "Yeah, your room is a fine place to meet."
Unhealthy fascination with firearms? If anyone fit that bill, it's Amara. His first words seem unsure, and she continues to look past him. It's not until he gains confidence that she slowling looks back to him, grinning seductively once more. "I am glad that you are willing to meet with my in such a place," she comments, once more shifting, causing her skirt to inch up slightly. "And I hope that you will allow me a chance to get to know you better? We did start out rather... rough."
Thomas nods. What could possibly happen in Amara's room? At first the possibilities flood into his mind and are quickly pushed out. Then a few more acceptable scenarios pop in and he nods. See, nothing bad could happen. They'll just look at some guns and chat. Nothing to worry about there. "Yeah, I'd like to get to know you better. I think we could have alot in common and could actually be friends if we tried. If we're going to work and live on this island together, we can't really be hating eachother." Ok, develop the asset and exploit it. That's how his training went. That's how he worked for years. Let's just see if we can keep ourselves on that page now. Ok? Tommy blinks as he clears Jiminy Cricket from his mind.
Dove comes in from the logical place to put a door... the area /behind/ the shooters. She approaches the pit, but doesn't come in yet, not sure who, if anyone she'd be disturbing. Her power is on, heavily in order mode. She hangs back far enough it /shouldn't/ affect the gunpowder. She hopes. She has no compunction about eavesdropping on the conversation. If you want to say something private dont' say it in a public place is the rule of the streets /she/ grew upon.
"Oh, something tells me we could become quite close," Umbra speaks, a brow raised slightly. She stands as tall as she can beside him, and looks him up and down. Yes, she's making it obvious. Her eyes then search for his as a hand comes to rest on her hip. See, if they were in the cave, it would be one thing, but since they're on top of it... Amara doesn't view that as being overly public. "Unless you have a problem with that?" A few short steps are taken, placing her just next to him. So close, in fact, that they're practically touching. Normally she's the one that no one notices in the background. So unusual that this isn't the case now.
Thomas freezes as she approaches. He watches her carefully, allowing his outside hand to rest on the pocket knife clipped to his back pocket. Trust hasn't quite been earned here, and he's not afraid to let her know that. "You know, I'm sure Padraig is wondering where you are right now." Yeah, that should probably stop this nasty little game she's playing. Just a few days ago, she was ready to gut him like a fish and now she's practically throwing herself at him. He nudges her with his elbow. "Maybe you should go find him. Work off some of your apparent excess energy or something. We can meet sometime in the next few days to look at those weapons." Yeah, that ought to piss her off just enough. Tommy finds himself almost holding his breath to see her response.
Dove debates interupting. It's a public place, but even as one may listen to anything in public, one must take the concequences of getting /caught/ and sh'es not entirely sure she wants to get shot or... well whatever else this group can do... for being known. For now she simply stays where she is and lets things play out.
"My toy is better," Amara teases as he reaches for his knife. She doesn't produce her stilletto, and allows her comment to hang. Just what toy she's speaking of is up to him to try and figure out. She doesn't back down. In fact, she flutters her eyelashes. "Hard to get. Am I that unattractive?" She would have acted the same way first time they met, had he not been so aggressive. "I know where Blitz is. You are too paranoid, Syphon. Have you not seen how he is? I cannot hug him, cannot sleep next to him. He canonot fire a gun, and is overly outgoing. Pardon me if I wish to look elsewhere." She stares at him, daring him to make his next move.
Thomas smirks slightly and turns his upper body toward her. "Yet you are with him. You care for him. You love him. I heard you say it in the prison. If you love him, you live with his 'shortcomings'." Mind you, Tommy isn't much of a believer in love. It's never done him much good, and with the mindset of everything being an asset, it's pretty much useless. He reaches up and puts his hand lightly on her shoulder, barely making contact. "Why would you look elsewhere if you care for him?" He doesn't even comment on the fact that everything she said Blitz couldn't do was something that he /could/. He watches her through slightly narrow, distrustful eyes.
Even though his touch is light, Amara could very easily step away. That would be a good sign of her feelings for Padraig. "It is easy to love a man when you have no one else to love, or pay attention to. Yes, I am with him, but it is not so easy to deal with these short comings. He once used another on the island for sex, as she could handle his powers." Umbra draws a deep breath and continues to stare at Thomas, not at all reacting to his obvious distrust. "I ask you, how would you react to that?" She looks down finally and shakes her head. Only three people on island would be able to tell she's not really upset. "Human instinct, is what I was told. If it applies to one, it should apply to both."
Thomas sighs. "Interesting theory." Yeah, he's fighting a losing battle here. But maybe if he just walks away, she'll drop this. Yeah, a day or two to cool off and then they can meet for the guns. All he has to do is walk away. His face softens a bit, and he moves his hand to her face to push her chin up as he licks his lips. He locks her gaze for what seems like forever before his Jiminy Cricket comes back. Finally he breaks the gaze and picks up his gun. He turns and starts to make his way back down the hill, both thanking goodness for giving him the strength to walk away and mentally bashing is skull against a rock for walking away. He yells back up the hill to her. "I'll stop by in a couple of days to look at those guns." He fully intends on going back to his room and taking a cold shower.
Dove takes several steps back to avoid getting run over as Thomas comes her way. She backs off enough so that whoever he was arguing with, hopefully, doesn't take her presence as interference. "perhaps I should get back to the compound..." and perhaps offer Thomas her spare bottle of Vodka... he looks like he could use it! "I'm not sure I /want/ to know what goes on here anymore." For all information is her bussiness. She has to live with these people now, which makes her profession more uncomfortable. No she' not making a great deal of sense to anyone but herself, hazards of her ability. Make everyone else more logical, and she has trouble focusing.
"Human nature," she corrects, shortly before she feels her chin being raised. Her own blue eyes lock onto his, as everything but those orbs portray a mix of emotion. She smiles softly as he goes to walk away, not at all getting frustrated. Perhaps that will help him believe she is actually interested in him, even though she's not. "I might suggest that you knock once, then twice, else you may receive a less than pleasant welcome." What would one expect when walking into such a room, really now? She stands, arms wrapped about herself, taking in the scent of his shirt. That is until he is well out of sight, when she allows her cold smirk to come to play. "I apologize, Padraig my love, and you know it is all a game," she whispers, only to hear another about. Using her powers, she helps conceal herself as she slips away on another path, clear from Dove. Seems someone else is playing her game, and she will find out. Another day. Until then, she makes way for Padraig's room.
It's hard work being a toy.