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Thats fine :3 I can wait
Now I just need to debate whether or not I should have 32 leave the shop he and Tony are in :/ Killjoy hasn't posted in a while and god knows I'm not known for my patience.
32 remembers nothing but his mission because his brain got fried.
And he barely remembers that.
So he goes and find Kevin and is all "we need to go somewhere and I don't know where."
And Kevin is all "yeah, to your grave"
and they have a brief scuffle until Kevin figures out that 32 isn't quite 32 right now.
so maybe he takes him back to the hotel and tries to talk some info out of him because 32 is suddenly able to say things other than gruff commands.
32 let's slip something he remembers about Project: Evolve.
Kevin is all "oh shit dees mofos are serious"
32 is shortly after "reacquired" by Weapon X.
Kevin goes and finds the other guys to tell them what FOH's planning and tries to get them to help him on a crusade to stop them.
And he barely remembers that.
So he goes and find Kevin and is all "we need to go somewhere and I don't know where."
And Kevin is all "yeah, to your grave"
and they have a brief scuffle until Kevin figures out that 32 isn't quite 32 right now.
so maybe he takes him back to the hotel and tries to talk some info out of him because 32 is suddenly able to say things other than gruff commands.
32 let's slip something he remembers about Project: Evolve.
Kevin is all "oh shit dees mofos are serious"
32 is shortly after "reacquired" by Weapon X.
Kevin goes and finds the other guys to tell them what FOH's planning and tries to get them to help him on a crusade to stop them.
omg what a dork
"I don't." The man stood. He didn't have a name, and he didn't need one. What he needed was to complete the mission. Find the man. He wasn't sure what came after that, but he knew he really needed to find the man. He started to walk towards the door.
"I'm looking for someone," He said, his voice serious and stoney. "A man. Asian, kind of short." He held up his hand to about the height he believed the target...man...to be. "I'm not sure why I need to find him, but I know it's important that I do. You haven't seen him, have you?"
The nameless man looked out the dirty window at the rain, then turned back to the woman. His face was blank, but not quite menacingly so.
"I'm looking for someone," He said, his voice serious and stoney. "A man. Asian, kind of short." He held up his hand to about the height he believed the target...man...to be. "I'm not sure why I need to find him, but I know it's important that I do. You haven't seen him, have you?"
The nameless man looked out the dirty window at the rain, then turned back to the woman. His face was blank, but not quite menacingly so.
The man grew restless in the woman's company. She talked to him in a strange tone, one that he knew shouldn't be used for him. Flashes of barked orders, yelling, cold words slipped through his mind; that's how he was supposed to be spoken to. He didn't know who he was, but he was starting to get the idea that he wasn't a good person. Hell, he maybe he wasn't even a person. People had names; he didn't.
The woman asked if he was hungry. "Yes," He said flatly, not sure why she would ask. She didn't seem to have any food, or at least not that he could see. When asked if he had a name, he shook his head. She offered him a set of plastic eating utensils, which he hesitantly took. The man looked down as one of the boxes was opened. It was some kind of strange...noodles or something. But that wasn't food, not for him anyway. He remembered what food looked like: grey and lumpy.
Don't eat it, Something told him, Poison.
And then the man remembered. He remembered why food was grey and lumpy, and why he couldn't have anything else.
32 was at the FOH base, working on another project he'd been assigned to. He sat alone in a dimly lit room with a laptop, map, and papers spread out on a desk. Leaving him in charge of mission planning was a fairly regular occurrence, although he still had to run it by his superiors. 32 had been sitting here, memorizing every aspect of the mission, for 13 hours. He was in the middle of assigning the other men their tasks, by writing it down on paper, when the door to his holding room opened. Two young, newly recruited agents walked in.
"No man, trust me. This'll be great." One murmured to the other. 32 looked up and turned to face them. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen them before, and he wasn't sure why they were there.
"Hey, Murphy told us to give you something," The man who spoke had a certain mood to him; he seemed very confident in himself. In his hand, he held a red habanero pepper. 32, however, had no idea what he was looking at. The only food he ever remembered was grey and sloppy. He gingerly took the pepper from the man, then looked up at him with confusion.
"Well? Eat it."
"What is it?"
"Hey, whoa, who said you were allowed to asked questions? Murphy told us to give it you to eat, so unless you want me to tell him that you're defying orders-"
"No," 32 most certainly did not want that. He looked at the pepper, then, hesitantly, put the whole thing in his mouth. The first few chews weren't bad, until the spicy hit him. His first instinct was to cup his hand in front of his mouth to spit it out.
"No, you have to eat it!" The man said, trying his hardest not to laugh at the shade of red 32's face turned. Tears were forming in the assassin's eyes. It was like trying to eat fire. When he finally swallowed it, he could feel the burn down his throat. At this point, both men began laughing, practically doubled over.
"He fucking ate it!" The other one said. "What an idiot!"
"Ha ha! I told you he'd do anything you told him to!" The first one was laughing so hard he was practically crying. 32 quickly got up from his desk and hurried from the room, his entire mouth burning like the flames of hell. He remembered how torn up his stomach had been after that. He was used to eating bland slop, not extremely hot peppers. The two young agents were given a slap on the wrist for 'vandalism of company property', but where otherwise unpunished. Since then, 32 never ate anything that wasn't the grey and lumpy food he was used to.
The man stared down at the noodles, then closed the box and handed it back. He didn't want it.
The woman asked if he was hungry. "Yes," He said flatly, not sure why she would ask. She didn't seem to have any food, or at least not that he could see. When asked if he had a name, he shook his head. She offered him a set of plastic eating utensils, which he hesitantly took. The man looked down as one of the boxes was opened. It was some kind of strange...noodles or something. But that wasn't food, not for him anyway. He remembered what food looked like: grey and lumpy.
Don't eat it, Something told him, Poison.
And then the man remembered. He remembered why food was grey and lumpy, and why he couldn't have anything else.
32 was at the FOH base, working on another project he'd been assigned to. He sat alone in a dimly lit room with a laptop, map, and papers spread out on a desk. Leaving him in charge of mission planning was a fairly regular occurrence, although he still had to run it by his superiors. 32 had been sitting here, memorizing every aspect of the mission, for 13 hours. He was in the middle of assigning the other men their tasks, by writing it down on paper, when the door to his holding room opened. Two young, newly recruited agents walked in.
"No man, trust me. This'll be great." One murmured to the other. 32 looked up and turned to face them. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen them before, and he wasn't sure why they were there.
"Hey, Murphy told us to give you something," The man who spoke had a certain mood to him; he seemed very confident in himself. In his hand, he held a red habanero pepper. 32, however, had no idea what he was looking at. The only food he ever remembered was grey and sloppy. He gingerly took the pepper from the man, then looked up at him with confusion.
"Well? Eat it."
"What is it?"
"Hey, whoa, who said you were allowed to asked questions? Murphy told us to give it you to eat, so unless you want me to tell him that you're defying orders-"
"No," 32 most certainly did not want that. He looked at the pepper, then, hesitantly, put the whole thing in his mouth. The first few chews weren't bad, until the spicy hit him. His first instinct was to cup his hand in front of his mouth to spit it out.
"No, you have to eat it!" The man said, trying his hardest not to laugh at the shade of red 32's face turned. Tears were forming in the assassin's eyes. It was like trying to eat fire. When he finally swallowed it, he could feel the burn down his throat. At this point, both men began laughing, practically doubled over.
"He fucking ate it!" The other one said. "What an idiot!"
"Ha ha! I told you he'd do anything you told him to!" The first one was laughing so hard he was practically crying. 32 quickly got up from his desk and hurried from the room, his entire mouth burning like the flames of hell. He remembered how torn up his stomach had been after that. He was used to eating bland slop, not extremely hot peppers. The two young agents were given a slap on the wrist for 'vandalism of company property', but where otherwise unpunished. Since then, 32 never ate anything that wasn't the grey and lumpy food he was used to.
The man stared down at the noodles, then closed the box and handed it back. He didn't want it.
The man wasn't a light sleeper. Maybe that's why, when he woke up, that he found himself startled by a young woman staring at him. He scrambled into an upright position, reaching behind him to pull out his...his what? There was nothing there. He'd dumped the guns in the river. Even if he'd had a gun, had he really been about to shoot this girl?
He paused, staring at her with wide eyes. She was wearing some kind of strange robes that...had he seen her before? His head started to hurt again. The Asian man; he could associate the Asian man with her. Did she know him? Maybe she could help him find the guy, or at the very least, tell him why he was searching for the man in the first place.
The nameless man's tense shoulders fell. His dark eyes shifted down to the white Styrofoam boxes that sat before his makeshift bed. There was a strange smell in the air. He wasn't sure if it smelled good or bad.
He paused, staring at her with wide eyes. She was wearing some kind of strange robes that...had he seen her before? His head started to hurt again. The Asian man; he could associate the Asian man with her. Did she know him? Maybe she could help him find the guy, or at the very least, tell him why he was searching for the man in the first place.
The nameless man's tense shoulders fell. His dark eyes shifted down to the white Styrofoam boxes that sat before his makeshift bed. There was a strange smell in the air. He wasn't sure if it smelled good or bad.
Not really a big nitpicker, but I needed to point this out:
1: 32 is hiding in an abandoned shop, not the church
2: how could Tony have known it was him right off the bat? He was wearing a mask and heavy combat gear when she saw him last.
I just didn't want him to be found right away, you know? But I'll work with it, I guess. As long as it's edited correctly =P
1: 32 is hiding in an abandoned shop, not the church
2: how could Tony have known it was him right off the bat? He was wearing a mask and heavy combat gear when she saw him last.
I just didn't want him to be found right away, you know? But I'll work with it, I guess. As long as it's edited correctly =P
The post I made happens once everyone is gone, so they can still leave before the alley is swarmed. I just wanted to get the post up before I left for class all day.
Drake Baku said
Who are not coming back?And metronomehow did ryy escape?
Don't ask me, you play him =P
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