Dream 007

[avorelanche]

Warnings: Death, violence, headshots. Surprisingly no cannibalism this time around!
Effects (optional): Nothing. Quite literally, in the feelings department; emotions are either muted or non-existent. Also, consider the information in the narration directly uploaded into the viewers brain, if you so choose!

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[stoicism]

[Often times, this woman's dreams catch Frank's attention. This one has been no exception; though he feels nothing emanating from the dream itself, it brings back a nostalgic feeling for him. To be in the fray, to have a hail of bullets raining down on him, locking the enemy into his sights and preparing an all-out assault; he longs for that kind of exhilaration once more.]

...Your skill with a rifle is remarkable.

[avorelanche]

"...It's what I knew."

[Really, it's all she knew, back then. And unlike Frank, she'd give up a lot to not go back to that. Some of that shows in her voice; strained and heavy, like it's covering up some old hurts.]

"That was my role, in my Tribe."

[stoicism]

You were a sniper then? Did you hold any other skills?

[avorelanche]

[She nods her head to the first question.]

"Sniper was the most important thing to fill. I...Could fight up close if I needed to, but there were other people who knew how to do that.

Why?"

[chose_death]

[There's a murmur under his breath, one Argilla could likely barely hear - 'Colorful lot.' He asks with an authoritative air, genuinely curious,]

Is this an accurate memory?

[avorelanche]

[Oh, that's just the tip of the iceberg. Either with the violence, or the amazing technicolor hair population.]

"...It is."

[Her tone, in response...It's not proud, but she doesn't sound quite as guilty as, say, discussing some of the other things she dreams about.]