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rocketfaced in stop_panicking

Two vigilantes with weapons? What's the worst that can happen?

Jul 18, 2011 21:38

Who: Garrus Vakarian [rocketfaced] and Ezio Auditore [maestro_ezio]
What: Meeting times! Finally!
When: Today!
Where: In the slums on a rooftop!
Warnings: None really!

( 8( I'm no good at coming up with these things. )

ezio auditore, garrus vakarian

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maestro_ezio July 19 2011, 18:33:21 UTC

Ezio had been spending more than enough time in the Slums lately. It seemed to him that his hunt for information would never be over.

He had been told of a certain man named Paladin, a vigilante who dealt justice in the Slums. No one could agree what he looked like; a man in armor, a shadow, a plain-faced man. One thing was certain, though: his justice came from the heavens. So Ezio had taken to the rooftops, hunting for this Paladin. He stayed closer to the shadows, out of anyone's line of sight.

At least there were no guards to chase and attack him.

rocketfaced July 20 2011, 00:57:00 UTC

Years of experience ate away at Garrus' gut, telling him that something was wrong. Not in a catastrophic sort of way, that would be too simple. Too easy. Too convenient. No, instead, he had to deal with 'a funny feeling' that could be taken any way. The only telltale sign it came from instinct rather than a bad meal was in past experience.

Still, he couldn't ignore the facts-- this was a botched operation, and 'Paladin' was a really popular guy (in both the wrong and right ways). Garrus couldn't ignore the possibility of a trap.

So he conferred with his omni-tool, setting the wrist held computer to search for any hostiles. In the meantime, he made sure his helmet covered his head securely, and that his gun was ready to go.

maestro_ezio July 20 2011, 02:06:56 UTC

From a distance, Ezio saw a figure, and a rather large one at that. He sprinted and jumped onto the next roof, continuing with his momentum and finishing into a roll.

The stranger wore very strange clothing. From the little light, he could tell it was hard, perhaps made of metal. This person was certainly not one Ezio could fight easily, he could plainly see that. He shot between raised entrances and boxes.

Ezio peered over. He wondered... Eagle vision took over, the world turned black, splotched in white, a few red dots and... yellow. Could this truly be Paladin?

rocketfaced July 20 2011, 06:20:38 UTC

Okay, now that eerie feeling just multiplied ten fold. At least. Behind his tinted visor, Garrus' predatory eyes narrowed, his brow plate dipped low, and his mandibles flared as much as they could while confined under the metal of his helmet, warm from his body heat. A quick sweep of the area with his scope revealed nothing, and a frustrated growl rose from his throat. It didn't bother him that he was possibly being watched. After all, in this line of work, a few fans looking for a quick and mighty buck (otherwise known as bounty hunters) were fair and expected game. They, quite literally, came with the territory. That wasn't the problem.

The problem, in this joyful little predicament, stemmed from the fact that they managed to nab some sort of advantage over Garrus without him realizing. That hurt his pride, and his chances of getting out of this (expected) scuffle unscathed. The bit about his pride concerned Garrus the most, though. Even now, he couldn't be sure that this unknown assailant even existed. The possibility remained ( ... )

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