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[betrayedtwin]

[the loud crack of a bullet echoes from the coliseum, the sounds coming in groups of four before there's a break and the sound resumes. if anyone is nearby, they'll see signs and caution tape thrown up around the various entrances warning them not to come in that way. there is, however, one entrance in the south (or what seemed like the south) is still open. tacked to a pillar is a handwritten sign in block lettering that simply reads, "Interested in some sparring or target practice? Come on up!"]

[head into the coliseum itself and in the main arena, and one will see a few sets of pugil sticks leaning against one wall next to a simple metal table covered with various guns (pistols, battle rifles, and another sniper rifle) and several spare clips of ammo separated into two piles. in the middle of the grounds and scattered around the stands are various bottles of liquor--and in some cases, the shattered remains of said liquor bottles. and at the very, very top of the coliseum, situated at the top-most southern point of the coliseum is North.]

[as always, he's in his full suit of body armor and is lying down flat on top of the old stones, sniper rifle aimed at one of the many bottles he'd set up earlier, his motion tracker switched on so he can see any movement going on down below. which he does, so he quietly stands, stretches, and then jumps down from his perch, ready to greet whomever is coming to visit.]


[ooc: Hey, as North's sign says, if anyone's up for some sparring, training, or target practice with North, this is the place! He's up for any kind of sparring and has a few training weapons at the ready. (Though the live ammo is only for the target practice.) As a note, the pugil sticks can give off a small amount of electricity, but we can turn that off. There is also a special paintball scenario training that the Freelancer agents undergo, an example which can be seen here, but that particular paintball might hurt a little more than your typical one. So! Even if he hasn't met your character yet, what's a faster way of bonding than a good ol' sparring session?]

[ooc again: Sorry for the slow tags! I've been sick all week. Brain just hasn't been there to tag, but I'm feeling better! Thanks for having patience with me!]

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[traitortwin]

Yeah, sure. [She can tell he's moving, so she'll just wait by the tables.] You pick the setup.

[betrayedtwin]

[chuckles lightly as he makes his way down to her] You sure about that? I brought a bit of everything.

[traitortwin]

I noticed. [Now she’s smirking.] And I’m sure.

[betrayedtwin]

[shrugs casually] All right, but don't complain later that I didn't give you a choice. [sets his sniper rifle down, picks up a paintball cartridge and slides that into a pistol before he tosses it to her.]

So, how about a little hide and seek? Keep it in here, of course. [sets up his own pistol, cocking a paintball round into the chamber]

[traitortwin]

[She rolls her eyes as she catches the pistol, only looking it over because it gives her something to look at while she speaks.]

Right, fine. No complaining. Wasn't planning on it. [... sure, South. mhm. She turns, ready to head for the other side of the arena.] Shouldn't you be hiding right about now?

[betrayedtwin]

[his reply comes a moment later, long after he quietly vacated the area. Go go Freelancer ninja powers!, over a private comm channel] I am. Start counting.

[and while he quietly runs, he switches off his motion tracker. it only seems fair in the spirit of the exercise. it's usually off for the regular scenario.] And don't bother turning on your motion tracker. We're doing this the old-fashioned way.

[traitortwin]

[She smirks when she answers - same channel.] Nah. Wasn't planning on that either. And by the way, you've got twenty seconds left.

[She times her pacing so that she'll reach the other side by the time the count is done. With that pistol loaded, cocked and ready, all she'll have to do is round the corner, and it'll be game start.]

[betrayedtwin]

[he mental counts down those twenty seconds, coming to a stop at around ten seconds at the end of a tunnel leading from the arena. he spends the last ten seconds to calm himself and to plot his course of action. chances are, she'll come for him and expect him to be waiting for her in some capacity. today, though...he's feeling like going on the offensive side of things.

so when those final seconds are up, he dashes through the fighter's quarters, aiming to head back out into the arena once he's found the next entrance. but for now, he's not going to make it very easy for the seeker...]

[traitortwin]

[Out of the arena, into the corridors. She certainly is expecting him to just be waiting, but even so, she’s not expecting this to be easy. All the better, really.

She quickly moves forward, pace consistent and fully alert. Her first plan is to simply round the arena and take note of the exits and potential hiding spots. She’ll move into other areas later - perimeter first, so to speak.]

[betrayedtwin]

[soon, he reaches the next entrance and spots South on the opposite side of the arena. he quickly pulls back around the corner and immediately starts weighing his options. for all of five seconds.

he picks up speed as he starts to jog to the next entrance and then the next, drawing closer and being sure to stay in the shadows as much as he can so she can't see him if she chances a look over in his direction.]

[traitortwin]

[She does glance in his direction, a few times. She never actually sees him, but she's beginning to get the feeling that he might really be there, and she can't shake it. She decides not to take the chance. The next entrance she reaches, she rounds the corner as if moving normally, but then presses herself against the wall and waits.]

[betrayedtwin]

[he pauses well before he reaches that very same next entrance. he knows he's been running out of time heading this way, so slowing down is the best tactic. question is...where will she be?

quietly, he starts to walk back to the previous entrance, slipping ever so silently out into the open, and starts to run up the stands before he starts moving forward again, keeping as low as he can.]

[traitortwin]

[After a long enough pause, and hearing nothing coming her way after all, she straightens and moves away from the wall. Well... what the hell should she do now?

Standing still isn’t going to help. At the very least, she needs to keep moving. And if he’s not in the entranceways, then he’s either down below or managed to move up to higher ground. And which sounds more like him, honestly? It’s still just a hunch, and she may very well be wrong, but it beats just standing around.

She moves toward the stands, very carefully watching in all directions for any sort of movement up there.]

[betrayedtwin]

[he is indeed up in the higher ground. for one, he's more effective up here than he is on the ground and two, he knows she knows this, so she'll have to show herself eventually in order to find him. so he continues up a couple more rows before stopping and stooping as low as he can go, his pistol held out in front of him as he scans the arena, looking for any catch of purple that he can spot.]

[traitortwin]

[He won't be waiting for too long. Ever the one to rush, she swings her way out of the arena and into the stands, looking for him. She's on high alert, moving quickly, and her gaze is constantly shifting, keeping herself aware of her surroundings at all times. She's going to find him, dammit.]

[betrayedtwin]

[when she does show herself, she's a good couple hundred feet away from him. looks like he'd been right to go top-side when he did! but he doesn't move forward or back at all. he takes his time, breathing slowly, as he zooms in and sets the reticule's crosshairs on her.

then he pulls the trigger.]

[traitortwin]

[She's lucky she started second-guessing herself and therefore slowed down a little -- it means the paint pellet ends up zooming right in front of her face by maybe a few centimeters.

She knows better than to stop. As she moves, keeping low, it only takes her a second to pick up on the trajectory, and she glances toward where that shot came from, where North should be. Not that she expects to see him fully, he's probably found a way to hide...]

[betrayedtwin]

[darn right he did, but he doesn't hide for too long after scooting a good fifty or so feet away before he pops up and tracks her movement in the sight of his pistol. but this time, just before he fires, he takes into account the fact that she just might be waiting for him to fire again so quickly and adjusts his aim in case she slows down again.]

[traitortwin]

[She isn't so much slowing down as she is varying her pacing, and not entirely on purpose - footing in this place kind of sucks a little. But she's making her way up and around, headed for where that first shot came from. And hey, if he takes another shot, that's just going to give her another hint as to where he moved...]

[betrayedtwin]

[yeah, those varying speeds does make things interesting, but he doesn't move again. he still has a decent gap between her, his previous location, and his current one. besides, he's already seen that this area is kinda perfect for providing a subtle obstacle for her to overcome in her attempt to chase him down.

not one to waste a chance like this, he squeezes off three shots in quick succession, each one aiming for a different location on her body to optimize his chances of a strike.]

[traitortwin]

[Shit--!

Well, there goes the use of her left hand, but now she knows where he is again. She picks up the pace as well as she can, headed straight for him. And oh, if he shows himself again...]

[betrayedtwin]

[he's on the move again, using those precious seconds-worth of distraction while he can. he darts through a nearby archway and waits]

[traitortwin]

[She caught that movement, watches him dart through the arch and out of sight. But hell if she's slowing down. Nope, she's rushing straight in, headlong and ready to go. The instant she rounds the corner for herself, she lets off three shots, varying height.]

[betrayedtwin]

[unfortunately for her, he's waiting on the other side of the arch when she fires and those shots whiz by without finding their mark. the ones he fires the instant he spots her round that corner, however, have a clear target, each shot aiming again at various heights.]

[traitortwin]

F-

[Yep, direct hits. All of 'em. And down she goes, paint-covered and pissed off. Fuck this game. But she said she wasn't going to complain, so she won't... (out loud, anyway)]