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| Hiromi | Nov 12 2010, 06:23 PM Post #1 |
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“You know,” Ian said thoughtfully, sipping his beer, “I think we should invest in a car.” “We wouldn’t need one if we’d gone to Atlanta like we planned,” Hiromi muttered. It was sunset and they’d been traveling for two days already. They’d stopped just short of crossing into Virginia, opting to rest up some. Power Armor allowed a person to travel faster and farther on foot than would be humanly possible without it, however it had limits. For now they were relaxing in an open air bar, in some nameless North Carolinian town. “Can’t help it Hiro,” Ian replied, “orders are orders.” Hiromi chose to bite back a sarcastic comment, deciding it wasn’t worth it. “Do they not have mass transit at all in this country,” asked JP. “I notice we seem to either walk or be driven just about everywhere.” “Never caught on around here,” Ian said, sipping at his drink. “To much open ground to cover, makes it prohibitively expensive.” “It was better on the west coast,” Hiromi said. “Most of California was connected anyway, not that it was in very good condition.” “What’d I give for a good Bullet Train,” JP sighed. Fraid you’ll have to settle for a Motel,” Amber said, walking over to the table. “Done already?” Ian asked. “Yeah yeah,” she said, tossing some keys on the table. “Two rooms, each has two beds, one of you boy’s is rooming with me, I really don’t care which. Just know I will kick your ass if you try and peep on me.” “Odds and evens then,” Ian said with a smile. On the count of three he, Hiromi, and JP all tossed out their finger. Ian and JP with two, Hiromi with three. Hiromi looked down at his hand with a scowl. “I don’t know whether you’ve won or lost their Hiromi,” JP said smugly, “though I must confess I am glad it is not me in your situation.” “And exactly what’s that supposed to mean?” Amber asked raising an eyebrow. “Absolutely nothing Mademoiselle, let us pretend I said nothing at all in fact.” She snorted. “Sure whatever.” She snatched up two of the keys. Tossing one of them to Hiromi she turned to walk away. “I believe the Japanese have a term that summarizes that woman perfectly,” JP said as soon as she was out of earshot. “Tsundere I believe it is.” Ian smirked, “Yeah I know that term, the question is whose she Tsundere for…” “Poor Hiro seems to be the likeliest target,” JP responded winking at Ian. “You assholes finished?” Hiromi asked, “Or am I murdering the both of you in your sleep?” “Oh fine, ruin our fun,” Ian said laughing. “Not very funny where I’m standing.” “Oh relax,” JP said, “It’s not like she’s bad to look at, though I wouldn’t do much looking were I you and wanted to keep my dangly places intact.” “Murder. You two. Sleep.” Ian and JP both started laughing again, Hiromi sensing there was no sense in continuing raised his hands in exasperation. ___ Several hours later Hiromi stood outside his room. Deciding to take the more polite (and potentially less fatal) route and knocked. Amber’s voice was a bit muffled but it sounded like it was okay to go in, at least he hoped it was. Holding his breath he walked in. To his utmost relief Amber was sitting on her bed, dressed, watching the TV, and once again dressed. She motioned to the other bed with the remote then went back to ignoring him. Hiromi walked over to the other bed, tossing his things on the table next to it, and hopped on the bed, staring blankly at the TV. Several minutes of awkward silent passed by, finally Amber sighed. “Look Copress, this can be uncomfortable or really damn uncomfortable. You’re not dumb enough to try anything, or at least I think you’re not dumb enough to try anything, so relax. You ever even spent a night in a room with a girl before?” “Yeah, that makes things less uncomfortable,” Hiromi muttered. She chuckled, “guess that’s a no then.” “You’re putting words in my mouth now?” “You’re the one acting all evasive now.” “For the love of Christ can we change the subject?” “Fine,” she said with a smirk. “I’ve been on the team for about a month, and I don’t know anything about you yet. Start talking.” “You always start out conversations like an interrogation? What do you want to know exactly?” “How’d you grow up for starters, I think you or Ian said something about you being from California or something…” “Los Angeles actually, eh, never knew my dad, dirt poor, school system doesn’t really exist where we were anymore, so it was learn a trade or starve. And of course once I learned a trade there wasn’t any point in sticking around so I got out.” “Take it that trade was the mechanic crap you do now,” Amber commented. “Not at first. Started out more on cars, never saw a Power Armor till I was 17, started working on whatever was available. Dirtbag rogues mostly, but a couple Law Enforcement and Soldier types.” “You met Ian that way?” “Yeah, he was a regular. You know the rest of the story.” “You always this talkative?” “You always this nosey?” Hiromi expected a storm of insults for that one, and possibly a flying metal object or two, but to his surprise he got a laugh. She smirked at him, “you’re interesting sometimes Copress, you know that?” “The Hells that supposed to mean?” “Figure it out yourself,” with that she lay back and rolled away from him. Hiromi stared at her for a moment before doing the same. ”Alright, he thought, ”I’ve just about had it trying to figure her out.”[/i} He lay there for a while, lost in thought, before finally sleep claimed him. They only got several hours of sleep. /ooc sorry for all the talky talky, this is me working off my RP rust |
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| Hiromi | Nov 16 2010, 02:23 PM Post #2 |
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A great boom reverberated in the room, unmistakably the retort of a Shotgun. All four members of the team woke immediately. “Do these idiots have any idea what God dammed time it is,” Ian asked aloud as he peaked through his curtains. JP muttered several choice words in French as he rapidly donned his armor, which quickly unsheathed itself. Using him as cover Ian quickly followed suit and the two Police Officers slipped out of their room, weapons at the ready. Their displays set to night vision they searched the area in a slight haze of light green, searching for the source of the gunshot. The Parking Lot was clear, and there was no sign of any trouble. “Any sign of anything,” Ian asked. His external speakers off he could talk as loud as he wished without anyone outside hearing. “My audio feed is picking up several loud voices on the other side of the building, I believe the front office is there, a likely target.” “Good call, lets go, I’ll take point.” “Yes sir.” “Any sign of Hiromi or Amber?” “If they are they are maintaining radio silence, no sign of their IFF either.” “Shit,” Ian said. “Knowing Hiromi he didn’t bother putting on his armor. And I can see Amber following suite.” “That sounds rather foolish, and as such is likely true.” “That kid’s notorious for it. We need to hurry.” ___ “We couldn’t have taken two seconds to get our armor on,” Amber hissed aggravated. “That armor’s bright red and noisy as Hell,” Hiromi whispered back, “The last thing we need to do is spook whoever it is with the weapon.” “On the flip side without the armor on they could just, ya know, shoot us.” “Then I suggest we stay nice and quiet like…” Despite their words they were in face wearing the armor, simply keeping it retracted. Hiromi had figured the front office the likeliest target from the get go, and their room was closer, so they were already pulling up on it. Through the glass front of the office the scene was fairly straight forward, employees bound and gagged on the floor, a hole on the door which was obviously the work of the shotgun. There was no sign of the perps however, though a door in the back was ajar, likely were the safe was. “So what now, “Alice hissed, “charge in waving sidearms around naked?” “Tempting, let’s suit up and wait for the other two.” “Glad to see your brain working again.” The quips were cut short by the sound of a shotgun pump racking. “Well well,” an unfamiliar voice said from behind them, “looks like we caught ourselves two mice Hiromi and Alice looked at each other, Hiromi shaking his head slightly, Alice gave a faint nod, unsheathing their armor would have to wait, the split second it’d take was potentially fatal, they’d wait for the right moment. Raising their hands they slowly turned around, there were three large looking men, one with the shotgun, the others unarmed. One carried a duffle bag, likely filled with whatever money they’d just appropriated. ”Only one weapon,” he thought, “decent odds, just need an opening…” Alice was thinking the same thing, and she was closer. “Mouse huh,” she said in sarcastic voice, “big talk for a roach.” “Talking shut are ya, little bit… argh!” His sentence was cut off, as in the split second it took to re aim the weapon at her she’s delivered a lightning fast snap kick to the end of the barrel, knocking it in the air. He managed to hold on with his second hand, and brought it back down as quickly as he could manage. He wasn’t even close to fast enough. The Red Armor sprang into existence, and the three would be thieves found themselves starring down two Mobile Armors. “Nic e work,” Hiromi said over his internal channel. “Seems like I’m always bailing you out of this kind of shit…” she muttered back. Hiromi smirked and switched to external comms. “Police, drop the weapon, get your ass on the ground, and you know the rest.” He said this while displaying the holo badge on the left side of his chest. “Shit…” The lead thief acting faster than his brain could stop fired off a shot square into Hiromi’s chest. The weapon was laughably ineffective, not even marring the paint. Amber stepped forward, and in a flash grabbed the barrel of the weapon. “I suggest you stop resisting,” she said coldly, the servos in her gauntlet making a slight noise as the metal fingers crushed the barrel of the weapon like it were plastic. To further emphasize the point Hiromi leveled his oversized Beam Rifle, focusing on the thief’s chest. His two companions were sensible, and threw themselves on the ground. The final one seemed intent on being difficult, so Hiromi simply grabbed his shirt collar and threw him off his feet. “Nicely handled,” JP’s voice sounded over their comm. “Oh now you two show up,” Amber snorted as JP and Ian walked over, “just wake up or something?” Ian laughed, “Nope, saw you two were handling things, decided to check on the two civilians back in the office, no real damage to them.” Hiromi raised an eyebrow. “You saw us being held at gunpoint and thought we were handling things…” “I had faith in you two.” “Wonderful, thanks.” Ah don’t be mad, lets restrain these three, I’ll stay up and guard them till the local cops show up, you three go get some sleep.” “You don’t have to do that boss,” JP interjected, “I’m fine, I’ll handle them.” “Okay,” Ian agreed easily. Amber smacked him across the back of his head “Stupid! You’re not supposed to agree with him!” “Oh come on,” Ian said, “was that really necessary?” JP laughed loudly. “Calm down Amber, I’m used to all nighters, I just need a little coffee. Assuming I can find some that qualifies for it in this silly country…” “I can’t believe we got caught by these nutjobs,” one of the thieves muttered from the ground… ___ The rest of the night passed without incident. The Motel owners attempted to refuse Ian’s money, saying they’d earned their night’s sleep. Ian of course refused, if he had one soft spot it was for the civilians he served. Several hours later they were on the road again, headed for Washington again. Ian stayed surprisingly quiet during the journey as Hiromi, Amber, and JP went through the normal routine of bickering, joking, and laughing. The reports coming in were somber, he hadn’t told them the full reason they’d made an emergency transfer to Washington. They’d know soon enough… |
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