Fira-Astrali Posted November 13, 2011 Share Posted November 13, 2011 "Well that's a problem, you see. We've already got a Steele in the crew, and sharing names is just going to get confusing, so I'll just be sticking with 'Spooky'." He added with a chuckle, "Besides, he gave his name first." Malloy's tone switched to a more serious prying tone, but still with a genuine air of concern. "Which brings me to the next point: what exactly is a little thing like you doing chasing dust-devils in the desert?" Malloy asked, "You hardly look like a fighter type, and if what I've seen of your fighting is anything to go by, I'd guess you either have rotten luck or little experience, neither of which are handy traits to have out in these parts. So what's your story here?" The ram had a few suspicions of what her true story might've been, but he wanted to hear how she told it. She was about to answer when Malloy's head snapped around, the radio crackling to life. "Hey, has someone seen Jason? I think he derailed..." Malloy looked around, noticing Patches' cloud of dust "Patches! Jason are you there?!" Steele watched, not able to see what was happening as the tanker breaked and blew the horn. Asshole's probably bailing on us... good riddance. After seeing what he had done on the battlefield, she didn't trust him at all. He seemed to almost enjoy what he was doing, and crazy bastards weren't her 'thing'. After everything was all said and done and the convoy was rolling again, -still, sadly, a convoy of five- Malloy turned his attention back to her. "So, you were saying?" She hadn't actually said anything at all in response to her question, but she thought it through for a moment. "Just Spook is fine, if I have to give up my name to that guy. As for this wound, I made a mistake, that doesn't mean shit. As you can see up until now I've taken care of myself just fine. How I do it doesn't matter." She wasn't ready to talk a whole lot with these people. They had helped her, and that was one thing, but one bit of kindness didn't mean she could let her guard down. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Asper Sarnoff Posted November 14, 2011 Author Share Posted November 14, 2011 Fenris cast a glance in his rearview mirror as Jason got back into line, gliding out of view behind the massive bulk of the tanker. What was that fool doing? This wasn't a stroll in the park. He was compromising their security and the mission when he left his post like that. Luckily, Malloy had been quick to get him back in line with the trucks airhorn. He'd take a peptalk with the fox when they stopped for the night. He estimated they still had 3-4 hours of daylight left, and he wanted to capitalize on that. Driving in the dark was something he wanted to avoid in this terrain. Boulders the size of houses would appear from nowhere into your headlights, and with the large tanker, evading them wasn't an easy task either. He veered to the left a bit, avoiding a large area of soft sand in front of them. He was scouring the horizon now, looking for the clouds of dusts signaling other vehicles. The airhorn would have carried wide, signalling to everyone within several miles that they were coming. Luckily, they seemed to be pretty alone out here now. Well, when he said alone, he meant no other people. The seemingly arid desert was actually teeming with life. Moslty tiny creeps that would be crused under their wheels or their boots, but also much larger creatures were out here. He was glad the gargantuan Goras were easy to spot from miles away, and rarely strayed into these parts of the desert. The massed gunfire of the CNT usually drove them off, but even they had never managed to bring one of them down. The group keept driving on in silence. No words were uttered over the radio, save for the odd warning about soft sand or slippery slopes. From time to time, Fenris could have sworn he saw clouds of dusts in the distance, but they always vanished when he took a double take. Several times since he toop up this profession, he had wondered if he was getting paranoid, if he keept seeing enemies wherever he turned. The conclusion he came to was always the same. Better be paranoid than be dead. As the sun Lylat once again started to dip down below the horizon, the group pulled over into what looked like an old, abandoned quarry. The tall rock slopes around them worried Fenris some. If someone climbed those in the darkness and started shooting down on them, they would be in deep shit. He took comfort in the fact that there were two large exits out though, and that they would most probably not find themself trapped if the worst came to worst. The vehicles were parked in a large circle, as means to break the ravaging night wind. And after a couple minutes, they had managed to start a small fire, and had stashed a supply of wood alongside it. Trees were scarce in the desert, but they had stashed some in the Unimog before they left town earlier. Now, it was the time to relax a bit, get something to eat, and then some well deserved rest. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Star_Dragon Posted November 14, 2011 Share Posted November 14, 2011 No rest for Jason. He never could rest. Not since he came here. He never slept for more than a few hours. No, Jason wandered, almost aimlessly, with his Steyr Aug A3 in his hands, his Katana and his trophy Ninjato at his sides. Truthfully, he was looking for something - some sign, something that told him he was close. Close to long-awaited peace, an end to his suffering, close to vengeance. Close to him. That was one of the main reasons he took this job - it went in the direction he was heading. But he had another, more important reason for being here - and the patch he now wore on his shoulder, the patch of the emblem he found buried in the sand, reminded him every second of that reason. Come hell or high water, he would be one of them. But not here - not on this desolate wasteland. He had to finish this op, kill his enemy, and find his way back where he came from. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harlow Posted November 14, 2011 Share Posted November 14, 2011 Steele was just sitting on the ground by the fire doing nothing in particular. He was ready to eat, but prefered to wait for the others. Since there was nothing else to do, he decided to "kumbaya" a bit. "So..." the feline spoke so all four could listen. "...the basics: Where are you from? What do you like? What are you plans with the money? This is your chance to drop your creepy, mysterious facade and get real..." The feline then faced to the "newest" member of the bunch. "Your name's a good start, sweetheart..." he said to the biker. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fira-Astrali Posted November 14, 2011 Share Posted November 14, 2011 After Malloy parked the tanker, he was kind enough to help her down from the sleeper and sat her down near the fire that Fenris had just finished building up. "How you feeling?" he asked. Steele shrugged. "Not dead, so I can't complain. Thanks for saving my ass." The feline then faced to the "newest" member of the bunch. "Your name's a good start, sweetheart..." he said to the biker. Steele froze for a second then turned to the feline, laughing just a tiny bit. "Oh you did not just call me sweetheart you son-of-a-bitch," she growled. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Star_Dragon Posted November 14, 2011 Share Posted November 14, 2011 Jason stayed away from the others as they bickered and jaw-jacked. He wasn't the social type - not for these people. He just stayed away from them. The less he knew them, the less he would feel when he finally was gone. Jason cast a glance to his shoulder patch - brushed a few grains of sand from it. It was his golden ticket - keeping this with him after this op, plus his... collection... would prove his loyalty to their cause. Not the idiots gathered around the campfire - they were but crude obstacles. He was committing himself to a cause greater than himself. But for now, he would finish this op, take care of his... unfinished business, and then move on. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harlow Posted November 14, 2011 Share Posted November 14, 2011 Steele froze for a second then turned to the feline, laughing just a tiny bit. "Oh you did not just call me sweetheart you son-of-a-bitch," she growled. "Well, soh-ree for trying to be a gentleman" Steele replied, laughing. Pushing buttons was sometimes like his own virtual piece of bubble wrap; a nice way of loosen up from the stress of the day. "Questions are still up for responding..." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fira-Astrali Posted November 14, 2011 Share Posted November 14, 2011 "I don't see how calling me sweetheart like a condescending ass-hat qualifies you as a gentleman," Steele growled again. She felt the muscles in her shoulders knotting up a little, preparing for a fight. She of course wasn't going to act on it, he was a teammate and the hole in her side gave her a distinct disadvantage, so she just turned back to the fire and wrapped her coat closer around her. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Asper Sarnoff Posted November 14, 2011 Author Share Posted November 14, 2011 Fenris supressed the light chuckle burbling up his throat over the bickering between the biker chic and the tiger. When Steele grinds against Steele, there's friction... There was another issue at hand however. He got up and left the others by the campfire and headed for the immoveable figure of Jason, standing in the shadows. The lupine and the fox found themself face to face now, out of hearing distance of the others. "I'll go straight to the point Jason. If you're in on this, you do as I tell you to. You keep your CB on, you hold the line. If I see you start wandering off like you did today again, then I'll break you, and leave you out here for the vultures. Kapish?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Star_Dragon Posted November 14, 2011 Share Posted November 14, 2011 Figures, Jason thought as he turned to face Fenris. "Loud and clear... boss." he growled. Across his face, another message played: My recommendation: Do me. Don't take the chance I'll get shiv-happy on your wanna-be ass. I have faced enemies far more terrifying than you. You are nothing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chaos_Leader Posted November 14, 2011 Share Posted November 14, 2011 While the two Steeles bickered and bantered, Malloy made himself busy managing the fire, and the cooking pot he'd hung over the flames with a crude tripod bracket. It was a simple dish, some kind of stew or chili, made with little more than the dried meat and canned vegetables that could be brought with them. Out here on the road however, it was gourmet, and just the smell of it was enough to whet any appetite. Once prepared (which amounted to little more than heating it hot), the ram portioned the simple stew into a series of bent metal bowls. "Why don't you two work out your differences over a piping hot bowl of this..." he suggested as he handed off the food to them, "It's not much, but it's got all the things a body needs, and it doesn't taste too bad either." Speaking of differences... Terry mused to himself, watching Fenris and Jason in the distance. It didn't take a genius to figure how the conversation was going. Partly coincidental, partly deliberate, he approached the two leering canids with a steaming bowl in each hand. "Hey, you two gonna eat or what?" he asked from a short distance away, not too close. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Star_Dragon Posted November 14, 2011 Share Posted November 14, 2011 Jason cast a glance to Malloy, walked over to him as he slung his Aug, and accepted one of the bowls. He turned his back as he said "Thanks" and walked away, even further into the darkness, past Fenris. He began to eat, but remained isolated nonetheless. He wanted not to get attached to his "comrades" in any way. The less he knew them, the less he felt for them, and the less he felt, the easier it would be for him when he is gone. There were better places than this festering wasteland. Even as he ate, he cast glances to his shoulder patch, as though fearful someone might steal it in the dark. But it remained where he had put it - and it remained a reminder of what he was doing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harlow Posted November 14, 2011 Share Posted November 14, 2011 Steele calmly ate his food. It looked like prision food, but at least the ram could cook nicely. He then saw Fenris and Malloy returning to the fire. "Shocker that Jason stayed there. If he doesn't drop his act, he might better get out fo here. All I know is that as long as he has someone to kill, he'll be jolly and happy" On a last try to know his teammates a little more, he spoke to the other three. "I'll try this again: Where are you from? What do you like to do? Your plans with the money? Or, would you like me to give the first step?" The feline then faced the biker, in another attempt to get to know her. "Your name would be a nice start; ma'am" he said on a "formal" tone. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Star_Dragon Posted November 14, 2011 Share Posted November 14, 2011 On a last try to know his teammates a little more, he spoke to the other three. "I'll try this again: Where are you from? What do you like to do? Your plans with the money? Or, would you like me to give the first step?" Jason was headed toward his car when this question was asked. He looked over his shoulder, staring directly at the one who asked and stated, "What I like to do and what I plan to do with the money from this op - and what I intend to do when this op is concluded - is none of your concern. Suffice to say, I have my own plans... that don't involve anyone here." Jason paused, then added, "But where I am from... is something you will never understand. Not unless you live through what I did." He tapped a finger on the patch on his left shoulder - the emblem he found buried in the sand - and then turned and continued to his car." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fira-Astrali Posted November 16, 2011 Share Posted November 16, 2011 Steele rolled her eyes. "You'll never understand me, no one ever understands me!" she mocked, "whatever, Patches McEmo." She was quickly growing tired of his loan wolf attitude. People like there were not only heinously stuck up and frustrating, they were also not to be trusted, and thats the last thing they needed wandering around while they slept. "Ma'am isn't any better, but I'll give you that one. In the future Steele is fine. Or Spook, as Malloy calls me. I quite like Spook." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chaos_Leader Posted November 16, 2011 Share Posted November 16, 2011 Jason paused, then added, "But where I am from... is something you will never understand. Not unless you live through what I did." He tapped a finger on the patch on his left shoulder - the emblem he found buried in the sand - and then turned and continued to his car." "I've seen that emblem before, Jason..." The ram called out just as the fox turned away, in a far more sober timbre in his voice than his usual sociable singsong. He had seen that emblem in the past, before he worked solo, before he inherited the Unimog... "And I'm afraid you're vastly underestimating the comprehension capacity of your comrades here if you thing we "won't understand". The only thing we don't understand right now is why you insist on acting like a spoiled holier-than-thou asshole when as far as I've seen, you have done nothing whatsoever to justify it." The patchwork fox swung around at this, glaring back at Malloy with his trademark stinkeye for all its worth, but the stout ram wasn't fazed by it in the slightest. He continued on, steady as the mountains he came from so long ago. "So we don't understand? Then either make us understand, or swallow your pride and deflate that hot-air-balloon of an ego before it gets you into trouble." He waited for Jason's response. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
CrypticQuery Posted February 9, 2012 Share Posted February 9, 2012 (edited) [Checking to see if this topic still has interest; it will be locked to make room for more RPs if no one comes forward within a reasonable amount of time.] [EDIT: I'll give things a few more hours for potential activity. It will be locked after about 10PM EST if no one continues.] [EDIT 2: Gave things some extra time, locking now.] Edited February 10, 2012 by crazyfooinc - Status Update Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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