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realityshifted2012-02-27 05:24 pm
betrayedtwin) wrote in realityshifted2012-02-27 05:24 pm
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[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!]
[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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but again...he knows her, and he can kinda guess what she's about to do. and perhaps a part of him is even surprised she didn't do this sooner in their conversation, but he's still hopeful. he has to be because if she won't, then he'll do it in her stead.]
Don't... [it's soft, a touch of melancholy underlying the word. it's a tone he'd only ever use around her. she's the only one who would understand it.]
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She finally looks back up at him.]
What, then? What now?
[Maybe she can't keep her voice from shaking just that little bit, but she can damn well make it seem less like uncertainty and more like an angry snap. He might see right through it, and she knows that, but it... still makes her feel better to do it.]
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We take what we know...and we move on. This doesn't change who we are. You're still my sister and I'm still your brother. Nothing is gonna change that, not different realities or anything. [he steps towards her, his arms slowly opening wide] I love you, kiddo, no matter what--and don't you dare go forgetting that.
[and guess what, he's gonna hug you, South. even if you don't want it or try to move away, he'll reach for you and pull you back in. the reassuring gesture is for him just as much as it is for her.]
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But she did hear him -- really heard him, really listened. She wants so badly to believe that this really doesn't change anything, and even though she's still not entirely sure of that, she's willing to take it.
She closes her eyes, rests her forehead on her brother's shoulder as she finally relaxes. She needs that reassurance right now, more than she'll ever admit, even to herself.]
I know. I... ["I love you, too."] ... I'm not. I won't. ["I'm sorry."]
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and this? the spirit of it all is just the same. it's something he easily believes in once his mind makes that connection.]
I know. [his voice is soft again, but warmer; closer to its normal warmth. he gives her a squeeze before relaxing his grip--his way of letting her out of the hug if it's gone on too long for her]
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She’ll get there. She knows that he’s still him, but somehow, it still feels like looking at a copy... But that’s not true, is it? And it’s not something that matters. That will all sink in. Soon. Just... not yet.
She does take a small, half of a step backward, but doesn’t completely pull away. She looks up at him again.]
Good. [She clears her throat. Any and all hostility from before is completely gone. She's calm now. Concerned, but calm.] Because this is... a hell of a thing. [Hey, there's even a faint - albeit a bit dark - laugh here.]
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Yeah, that's one way of describing it. [he keeps his crack about telling their parents they actually had quadruplets to himself for now.]
Come on. [shifts so one arm stretches across her shoulders and he gives her another squeeze] Let's continue this over a little target practice. I can see some bottles with your name on them.
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She casually pulls away from him (yes, now the physical contact's gone on long enough), inclining her head back toward the arena proper before she takes a step that way.] Let's go.