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Post by Adalura on Feb 12, 2016 22:49:09 GMT -5
The day was like any other in the slums. A slightly overcast sky reflected the theme of the dirty city rather well after all.
Rio made her way through the crowds of the city going about their daily minutia. The shopping district was her end goal, it was a shame shopping wasn't anywhere on her list of things to do for the day. It had been seldom that the Lion had been called in to meet with her 'superiors' directly. An encrypted message or second hand orders from a local affiliate had been enough. It was worrying when something happened that couldn't be handled through another person, and it usually meant someone had to die.
She went through all the proper channels, giving up both her revolver and 9mm pistol at the back of a rather inconspicuous shop. The pat down came next, leaving the redhead free to descend into the lower levels of the building. The construction was haggard at best, but seeing something in good condition around the slums was a more suspicious sight than anything. It was to be expected, especially in her line of work. Things weren't meant to be pretty, they were meant to be profitable.
Soon enough, she was standing in a well-lit room with sports playing on a questionably large TV on the wall. No dimly lit room with a single bulb in the center, no, the bosses liked to live in luxury.
"Rio! Long time no see, kittycat. Listen, you're gonna have to take a trip to the savannah and grab something for me."
The female cracked an eyebrow, the job already stinking of some untold consequences.
"Wait, you mean alone? Why do I have to go- this sounds like some grunt shi-"
"Riona."
She froze, instantly. Like a child scolded by an angry parent, the presentation of her full name had never met the Lion with anything short of bruises, fractures or the threats of even worse. Nothing came this time however, simply a silence between the two that reminded the redhead of her place before a cleared throat and a touchdown broke the silence.
"I've lost a package meant for another 'associate' in the Savannah. I assume anyone protecting it is dead, and I expect a call by the end of the day confirming anyone else around it has met the same fate. You might meet someone from our 'mutual associate' there as well. Try not to kill him as long as he proves useful. Got it?"
"Uh...yeah. Yes sir."
"Good, then get out of here. Halftime's starting soon. It was nice seeing you again kittycat~"
The 'pet name' burned like red hot iron on her ego, tempting the marksman to retort. She knew better, much better. With a polite nod, Rio turned and left. She'd get the details in some point-form message in a few minutes, that's how it always worked after all. She sighed, running a hand through her hair, glancing over the eye that used to be her own before slamming the back of her fist against the wall of the staircase leading out. Nothing managed to boil her temper quite like a meeting with someone she wasn't allowed to speak back to. She'd drop it in time of course, and who knew- maybe firing off a few rounds would ease the burning sensation in her chest.
After receiving her weapons back, Rio left the store front and set her destination for home. It took a while to get there, dig out the briefcase that held her rifle, lined with a pocket of lead and fake non-assuming components on the outside of the lead encasement. Ammo was next, followed by some more hot-as-fuck appropriate clothing. A pair of earmuffs to blot out the torrents of sand from getting in her furry ears and a pair of goggles were all that was left, and she'd be ready to go.
The trip to the savannah came soon after. After some assistance with boarding from her employer, Rio found herself sitting silently as she drifted through the minutes and hours in the blacked out train. The heat was a clear indicator of just how close she was getting.
How long had it been since she'd seen a real sun?
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Post by Levenin on Feb 13, 2016 2:25:38 GMT -5
It’d been an ordeal figuring out how to pack his bag for the trip to the salvage zone. Station security always did scans— full body and luggage— both in and out of the boarding platform. But he couldn’t very well wander around the wilderness without his usual outfit, especially his mask that’d shield him from the burning sun that awaited him. Levenin resorted to an old trick: wrapping everything tightly enough to fit it into a pair of folded socks. The skull part of his hood had an explanation he repeated in his head again and again as the man approached two officers waiting to take his things for inspection.
”It’s a specimen I’m looking for,” said Lev as one of them held it up with a hint of suspicion. ”I have to search out more of that exact build. My zoological lab really wants to study this creature from—“
His story was interrupted as the bag was shoved rudely into his arms.”You’re fine, sir. Keep moving, we have a line to get through.”
A huge relief. Levenin immediately closed his mouth and nodded without another word. Honestly, he wasn’t looking forward to lugging around so much extra weight but everything he’d brought along was for disguise purposes; it hid the useful items cluttered together in the middle. Oh well, it was the easiest way to get back into the city after what was sure to be a trying mission.
Once picking a seat where he was alone, Lev dug out a crude map. Instead of an exact meeting place, there was a general area to travel to. Not much help but he couldn’t complain. It was sheer luck he’d picked up on this information at all and though he didn’t know what this “package” was, the rumor it held medical tech meant he had to at least try. A machine? Records? A vaccine or a tool? Any of it would be helpful to the clinic, partially why he’d chosen to do this job without Ellie’s interference. By now, Canaan felt like his problem anyway, not anyone else’s.
Levenin looked forward to stretching his legs as the train came to a halt, if only the heat didn’t hit him as soon as he ventured outside. Clearly, the savannah’s rainy season was a far cry away. Well, better get started. He sighed, then hoisted the bag strap more comfortably on his shoulder. First order of business: change where no one could see. Easier said than done since he could barely see a tree or rock for miles ahead.
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Post by Adalura on Feb 13, 2016 4:38:40 GMT -5
The volatility of the Savannah salvage zone hadn't been taken for light as far as the rumors went. The land in all directions was barren and dead, a wasteland of red and orange that served as a settling reminder of just what befell humanity so many years ago. It felt like sitting inside a sauna every time Rio attempted to breathe, like a hot hand covering her mouth. The redhead wasted no time putting on her gear before the elements took their fair toll on her. A tan poncho came first, followed immediately by the earmuffs and goggles. Rio pulled the collar of her makeshift garb up to cover her mouth, serving a makeshift albeit functional defense against the elements. If nothing else, she was thankful for her heritage coming with a layer of defense against the heat. She'd heard stories of the tropical paradise that was Brazil from ancient textbooks, and sometimes when adrift between consciousness and sleep she could almost imagine what it looked like. Almost as melancholy to imagine what it looked like now.
Shaking the thought aside, the Lion proceeded onwards. Like the male she'd yet to even meet, Rio was gifted with vague directions at best. The contents a mystery, all she expected to give away the proper position was a gang of potentially armed men. Here's hoping the crate wasn't filled with weapons, or this could get ugly fast.
The directions lead a fair bit away, and it seemed like she'd be in for quite the walk. Rio stopped for a few moments, assembling her rifle and carefully sealing the barrel inside a plastic bottle. No need to get sand in there after all. After strapping it to her back, she placed the briefcase under a shallow bed of sand beside a decrepit tree. It was within eyesight of the station, and easy enough to get on the way back. With her gear set, the adventure to shoot and avoid being shot was officially underway~!
--One hour later--
"This place sucks.."
It had to have been at least 3 hours since she started walking. The idea that any item would be important enough to hide in such a barren wasteland- let alone this far out into one- was bewildering to the wandering Lion. Every dune she crawled over revealed a blank horizon filled with copies and pastes of the same area she'd left behind a moment before. Nothing changed, yet nothing stayed the same. Drifts moved, pushing airated sandpaper against what parts of her skin were exposed to the elements; taking what little resolve she had to continue away bit by bit. Foresight had told the marksman to bring plenty of water, and with nothing else but her rifle weighing her down she'd been thankful to accommodate such a thought.
The minutes started passing faster, an aftereffect of the lack of concentration Rio was putting into her march forward. She hadn't even noticed it at first, a flicker in the corner of her eye during a few stretches mid-strut. A jet of cold water from her pack brought the Lion back to reality just long enough to notice it however. A speck of color offset from the sea of red and orange. Her Hawk Eye activated immediately, forcing her organic eye to close as she zoomed in on the target. Whether he'd noticed her or not was impossible to tell with the sudden realization that he was within normal eyesight. Rio dropped immediately, planting herself prone on the dune she'd been walking along- drawing her rifle and laying it out among the sand before her. Her eye focused in on what appeared to be a lone male wandering along the dunes just as she'd been. She focused for what felt like an eternity as her finger hovered over the trigger.
He was alone, and not stationary- it seemed incredibly unlikely that he was the target she was sent for. At the same time- he could have been a scout as well. The decision wracked on the yin-yang of Rio's moral conscience. It'd be safer, of course, to simply shoot him now. Something about the idea struck as a problem with the Lion however. There was no guarantee he didn't see her, so she'd observe for a moment. If she so much as saw a weapon come out, that would be more than enough incentive to fire.
From this distance, and with the rapid change in wind-speed between each dune however, her accuracy was borderline forfeit.
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Post by Levenin on Feb 15, 2016 1:53:05 GMT -5
The vastness of the wilderness around him was simultaneously comforting and uneasy. As far as he knew, Levenin was completely alone out here, or at least miles away from the nearest living, breathing being. However, the plains and sand stretched far ahead, beyond the boundaries of his sight. What awaited him in the distance? Could someone see him coming, simply biding their time and hiding until he became a viable target? The map did little to tell him what was enemy territory and what was simply the untamed remains of a long dead civilization.
Lev lifted his mask to wipe the sweat beading on his forehead, turning away from the wind as much as he could to avoid a blast of heat and dirt. While the rest of his clothing was airy and light, his hood was unfortunately still dark grey. It’d be easy to point him out from afar, not to mention it contributed to the overheating that was sure to be an issue until nightfall. If he were lucky, any passersby might mistake him for an animal due to the skull.
He finally stopped to stand at the top of a dune, the wind dying down for a moment as Lev took a swig of water. The more he thought on it, it was a smart move hiding that package out in the desert. Evidence was easy to cover up; all one had to do was wait for the sand to blow over. Getting back to the station wouldn’t be simple with his footprints continually erasing behind him.
With virtually no noise for the first time since arriving, Levenin heard something over the dead, hot air— the slight slosh of water, the cocking of metal. His knife came out immediately as he searched around for the source. It was hard to see from where he stood, but the perpetrator was definitely another human and not some sort of creature. Lev slowly raised his hands, letting the knife drop to the ground, as he realized the barrel of a rifle was currently staring him down from a safe distance. Had they seen him coming after all? He dared not say anything, if only because there was always that small chance he hadn’t compromised his own security. Besides, being taken prisoner meant an easier getaway in the end.
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Post by Adalura on Feb 18, 2016 4:56:45 GMT -5
The sand swept on, rustling the clothing worn by both hitmen as they remained still in their positions- a stalemate wondering what the other would do. It hadn't taken Rio long to realize she had the advantage, both in range and in noticing the potential threat first. She'd been noticed, as expected- but instead of a fight she was met with the more rational reaction. Surrender.She waited what felt like an eternity. Scanning the area around him, looking for the shine of a scope, the movement of some hidden allies. Anything, and the more nothing she'd found- the more suspicious the redhead became. After a few minutes of nothing had passed, Rio stood up with her rifle in hand. She slowly approached Lev's location, sliding down the dune she'd been walking along and progressively getting closer. Foot by foot she crept in until the distance between them was a mere 15 feet or so- closer than she'd prefer to be at gunpoint."Let's see you drop any weapons you have on you. Any friends around? It's hard to believe someone's wandering around her aimlessly in this heat.."Against her better judgement, Rio approached further. She lowered her rifle, slinging it over her back and withdrawing her pistol. Deactivating her Hawk Eye to regain a sense of normal vision, she got to within a few feet of Lev. Her gun had been aimed at him all the while, the shake of her organic arm lost in the prosthetic that held her pistol pointed to the male's chest with steadfast resolve."And what's...is that a fucking skull?"Although it had been partially hidden beneath her hood and goggles, Rio's facial expression turned from a serious nerve to a bewildered curiosity. His appearance had certainly been...unexpected. Whether this boy was or had anything to do with the mercs she'd been send to 'alleviate' was up in the air. A scout, possibly- but he had no visible radios or anything on him. The idea that he could be the liason from another family affiliate passed her mind- but asking aloud would be akin to simply giving the potential merc an out in the form of a lie. How could she even prove he was legit unless he brought up the proposition first?"So...what's your story, big guy? I'd really like to hear truth the first time- can't guarantee I'll trust you to live if I can't trust you to speak."
Sorry for the late reply, life dropkicked me again. If you'd like a little bit of conflict, feel free to have luck fall on Lev's side for something to give him an opening /o/
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Post by Levenin on Feb 23, 2016 4:23:34 GMT -5
There was nothing Levenin could do but wait. He had no ranged capability and even if he did, any other sudden movements would land him a bullet to the head— and that was if he was lucky and his adversary didn’t find it fit to pump him full of lead everywhere else. It was amazing how much tactics varied between different Classes of people. He could almost always identify someone’s origins by their fighting style.
It was something he thought about as time dragged on. Whoever this gunman was underneath the goggles was justifiably cautious. Lev couldn’t see their eyes but knew they had to be scanning the environment for any variables, for control of the situation before deciding the next step. The gear suggested either they had spare credits for equipment or some kind of supplier. No, the latter had to be a guarantee. To stake out any savage zone, let alone the savannah, meant someone powerful needed something in particular. Why else would a mere scavenger for parts be so well armed otherwise?
Levenin wasn’t sure whether or not to feel relief as they approached him. They were still able to shoot him at any moment, but were willing to talk. That meant a chance to avoid a fight, hopefully.
”It’s just me,” said Lev as he began the tedious digging into his pockets. ”Please, I’m not going to do anything weird, I promise. But these have to be handled carefully…”
Once his back up knives were dropped, the syringes and vials of poison came next. They probably wouldn’t break hitting sand, but he could never be too careful. As Lev pulled a seemingly empty one out and set it down, he knew any one of these breaking free would scatter every which way in the wind. The both of them would be incapacitated then. Actually, that wasn’t a bad idea…
Dropping his stash of medical supplies to be on the safe side (mostly the ones involving cutting implements), Levenin lifted his mask just enough to prevent the muffling of his voice. With a barrel to his heart, he feared he wasn’t gaining trust quickly enough. ”I thought this would work just as well as any other mask,” he commented. ”You know, for blocking out the wind. I already had it and…”
Slum dweller. That had to be it. Overly cautious, opportunistic, but he had a feeling his interrogator would fight with the ferocity of a cornered animal if he pushed them that far. But there was a good humor there somewhere. Lev could hear it in the words they’d chosen. There was his out. But what could he say? The zoologist lie wouldn’t work again; he’d already revealed he was loaded to the brim with venom and sharp weapons.
”I’m… a researcher… of sorts. Not with a team or anything. It’s just… I guess I stumbled onto something I wasn’t supposed to? I'm not a thief, I swear.”
Not giving him an out just yet. I wanna see if Rio sees through his horrible lying first lol
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Post by Adalura on Feb 28, 2016 3:40:36 GMT -5
Rio watched carefully at every subtle movement the male made through the 'liberation' of his inventory. Rio took the goggles covering her eyes, lifting them up to scan the male more closely with gold and sky-blue orbs. Supposedly, he had been alone. Why Rio even asked that question was beyond her- as if expecting the truth from the scout of a larger party would have been reasonable in the first place. She ignored the retort of course, placing her bets on more being in the immediate area- even if they hadn't quite noticed the position Lev was in.As he emptied his inventory, several vials and sharp objects were placed on the ground in a slow, cautious manner. With every additional vial of god knows what and every scalpel that was laid to rest on the hot orange sand, Rio's curiosity increased. Soon, the confusion reflected on her demeanor- though it had only managed to spike her cautiousness even more. Knives were easy to hide in almost any location, the fact that this individual appeared to be savvy enough with them to carry so many put the redhead in a state of unease."You wanna explain the purpose of that many...personal effects? There's nothing wet enough in this desert for instruments like that...nothing but people and monsters, anyways."The former left a chilling sensation in the Lion's spine- despite the feverish heat around them. Live-biopsy was always the horror-cliche that got her shaking the most. Only few knew the vulnerable side of Rio huddled under the blankets like a scared kitten on a saturday night horror-marathon.Putting aside the gut-wrenching prospect of a torture-expert roaming the desert, Rio needed to focus on the more important details of the man before her."Let's see that face, too. I want a good look at you and then you can put it back down. Don't trust anybody I can't see...not that I'm expecting to trust you regardless."Rio made a subtle 'back up' gesture with her gun, preferring the man step back a few feet from hir arsenal of tools and equipment. She stood ready and waiting for him to make a little reveal to her, though the one that came about his purpose was more surprising than she'd expect. Factoring everything she'd seen so far together- the prospect of a lone researcher wandering the desert was...skeptical at best."I don't know if you've stumbled onto anything. I was wandering around here, same as you. Maybe I wanted to make sure you weren't trying to stalk me in the middle of nowhere...but who says there's something out here to steal?"Rio cocked back the hammer of her pistol. Even without an intent to shoot- perhaps the gesture would get a little something else out of the mysterious 'researcher'
Sorry Lev, the thief line was just a few words too many for your own good 8,D
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Post by Levenin on Feb 29, 2016 6:02:12 GMT -5
A bold move to show more of her face, but maybe one that made sense with her being in control. Levenin was able to get a look at her now: leering cat-like eyes with a touch of heterochromia, which he took as evidence of gene modification. It reminded him of Ellie’s somehow. No wonder she’d caught him wandering around long before he noticed her presence— if animal genes were the case, anyway. She didn’t seem to interested in anything he had to say, just the mounds of equipment he was dropping on the ground. He imagined telling her each vials' different effects would only take him one step closer to a bullet through the heart. How could he factor poisons into his lie, though?
”The vials are for monsters. Er, animals,” said Lev, taking comfort in having his face still hidden. At least she couldn’t see his eyes flitting about as he thought over what to say next. ”They’re… experimental. The wildlife in the salvage zones have evolved under strange, adverse conditions so we wanted to test certain drugs on the ones we can’t bring into captivity. Gotta tag them accordingly and what not.”
Was that believable for a supposed zoological researcher? Levenin thought so, but that was mostly wishful thinking.
”And the knives are for protection. Never know who or what will pop up out here, right?”
He pointed at the barrel of the gun to playfully drive home the point before obliging the woman again and pulling back the skull mask. He grew more discontent with this situation. Putting more distance between him and her meant less chance of him gaining the upper hand. If he could only get in close enough, just past the muzzle. The gun would be useless if he wasn’t anywhere near the exit, and then all Lev would have to do is disarm her…
Levenin winced as the hot air instantly swept across his exposed flesh, a few coughs following and then a friendly smile. ”I can understand why you’re cautious. I’ve run into my share of thieves before. There’s probably something out here worth scavenging for but that’s not really my business…”
Lev needed to think fast. How could he lure her in, get her guard down? Should he just go for a frontal assault and hope for the best? Maybe kick up sand now that her eyes were exposed? …Or perhaps antagonizing her and provoking a close conflict.
”...Though with the way you’re acting, I kinda wonder if there’s something to hide here. You said it yourself: what’s there to steal?”
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Post by Adalura on Feb 29, 2016 7:13:45 GMT -5
Although her hood was still up, adding protection to the more sensitive ears on the redhead's physique, the harsh wind and hot sand still grated on her tanned skin with vigorous tenacity. The goggles she'd brought new to the desert already began to cloud with scratches from the headwinds she'd faced before meeting the man who now stood before her. A clear sight in close range was necessary, at least if a gust caught her the wrong way- her cybernetic eye would still partially function even if her organic one was compromised.
After Lev had backed up several steps, Rio closed in a bit of the gap. She now stood at the foot of the male's equipment, taking occasional glances downwards at the material scattered about. Knives were a suspicious thing to bring this far out with no other offensive support. The idea that he still had a gun concealed was very much on the table, but she'd be willing to put him down at even the slightest assumption that he was getting ready to draw.
"Now see, having these vials for monsters or people alike I buy. Hunting monsters in a salvage zone with a few vials of...something and a pocket full of knives is what has me suspicious."
The humor of the situation wasn't completely lost on her however. Rio tilted the barrel of her pistol up for a moment, acknowledging the irony of the male's words before returning it to its previous position. She took a moment, examining the face of her would-be captive before nodding to acknowledge he could put the mask back on. She wasn't cruel after all, just extremely thorough.
"You have empathy, that's an adorable trait I hardly find in someone at gunpoint. Now I don't think you're a huge threat to me- more of an inconvenience, really. I do, however, think you're a liar. What I'm having trouble with is figuring out if I should let you go and gamble that our paths won't cross again."
Rio lowered her gun, holding it at her side to really focus on the male- as if trying to see his heart through his proverbial 'sleeve'. Killing without a purpose never appealed to the Lion, then again neither had killing for most of the purposes she was given. The choice balanced on the scale of morality in her head like a clown on a tightrope. To kill him would guarantee safety, to let him go airing on the side of her conscience with the risk of her life should his lies outdo his intent. She'd almost missed the remark he made after, bringing sound and the world as she knew it back with clouded senses. Gold and LED blue eyes locked back on the male, pistol tapping on Rio's side a few times as she considered the potential levels of meaning behind his words.
"The only thing I see being threatened to steal here is a life. The only priority I have here is my own life. I'd like to think you hold your own in equal measure, so let's focus on keeping our own and move forward from there."
The notion was subconscious, perhaps to emphasize a sense of urgency and pseudo-dominance, but she took a step closer. The vials of god knew what were behind her by a mere step, and her pistol was still at the ready by her side. Rio doubted the man would be stupid enough to try something, even at this distance. The best end result she could hope for had both of them walking away without any additional holes, but if he tried something she'd surely make him pay for it.
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Post by Levenin on Feb 29, 2016 23:59:46 GMT -5
A number of scenarios ran through Levenin’s mind on what to do next. Any one of them was viable enough for a few seconds of precious time, but on the other hand, anything too sudden meant potential death. Now that he had a view of her eyes, it was much easier to keep tabs on where her attention was centered. So many small factors to exploit. Question was when the time would be right to strike. Lev was without equipment, but it might yet prove to be his only opening with the way the woman kept pausing to stare down at it. What she didn’t know is he had just one more weapon left in his arsenal that couldn’t be taken from him.
”You’re… not gonna trust me on this, are you?” Levenin commented. True, she was definitely being smart about this, but most people never took him this seriously. ”I dunno what else I can say.”
Really, he didn’t know. At this point, Levenin just had to keep her talking until he could make a move. He didn’t want to hurt her, much less come to a fight. Would Ellie’s disarming training be enough to counter a gun of all things anyway?
While Lev continued to stand there and dwell, he saw his opening. The gun was down. However, he didn’t dare act yet. A few more seconds to verify his hunch that this was his chance. She was offering freedom, it seemed, but with where he was going afterwards, the risk of being tracked was too great. Something was off— "nothing to hide, nothing to steal." If so, then Levenin should’ve been on his way ages ago. She was much too guarded. It wasn’t that he thought she’d come hunt him down. Far from it. He was worried that her curiosity would lead her into the middle of his operation, and Lev didn’t want that on his conscience.
As if it was reading his thoughts, the wind kicked up once more with a steaming blast of sand and sweat, just as the stranger saw fit to approach him. It was now or never.
”I’m sorry.”
Levenin took a strong push off of his right foot, his arms outstretched for a tackle to her midsection. Had the barrel still been held out, he would’ve made a disarming attempt but for now, sweeping the woman off of her feet was the next best option. Anything to distract her enough to either claim the weapon for himself or incapacitate her long enough for him to run for it.
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