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Target Practice
Topic Started: Jul 5 2016, 06:14 AM (208 Views)
Kiseki
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A lovely day strokes the hair of this earth. Flowers and trees trying to breeze following the direction of the wind,wherever it may blow. Kise stills feels a little shaky walking into this world. The center gravity of this timeline is still different from his back in his own. Nevertheless, he'll survive. Approaching a nearby cabin, Kise stood up in the old wrecked cabin. Chirped off woods can be seen just along the door and the walls of the cabin. He then turned his back from the cabin and tries to evaluate the place, "The total openness of thisnarea ranges from 1500 to 2000. Maybe... " closing his eyes, his brain waves began to flourish inside his head, giving him focus. He withdrew a 9mm Caliber, both from his two sides and began to shoot randomly.

Suddenly you can hear a loud groaned from a wild animal that he just killed. And also a bird that fell from the sky. All done with his eyes closed. Not to brag about it, buy simply testing his skills in this timeline.

He dragged the wild boar into the old cabin and prepares a campfire. Obviously, Kiseki is expecting someone. Someone from the inside.
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Syrille
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The sound of gunshots echoed across the area, and straight into the abandoned, worn-out cabin, disturbing its current occupant.
Confused and, at the same time alerted by such as a sound, Syrille bolted up from the corner she was curled up in without even opening her eyes, only to bump her head on the underside of the table she was hiding under.
"Ack! Damn you", she cursed under her breath, and her eyes finally fluttered open. Judging by the limited light which poured in through cracks and gaps in the wood, not a long time had passed since she had dozed off.

She had not slept for as long as she thought she had. That very day, soon after the sun had set, she had come to the cabin by herself, in order to train in her usage of the Origin Gear. It had been the perfect opportunity, as it had been one of her uncommon nights off... Not to mention, with all her combat training, she had somewhat neglected her Gear.
Thus, that night she had trained and trained, until she exhausted herself so much, that her Limiter had activated by itself. And later, she had huddled up in a corner of the cabin and indulged in some drink. The end result was a total knock-out for her before the clock had even struck eleven, the exact result she desired.

But several hours later, the reverbating sound of gunshots betrayed the presence of another person nearby.

Forcing herself into alert mode despite an aching head, the silver-haired woman carefully crawled out of her hiding spot. No sooner had she done so than the door slammed open, the shadowy silhouette of a lean male appearing on the opposite wall.
At that point, Syrille could do nothing other than tense up, hold her breath, stay still and observe the newcomer's actions. Her crossbow was hidden away in her bag, which in turn was inconveniently stashed in the previously occupied corner; that translated into a disadvantage for the assassin if the other person meant harm to her. However, darkness surrounded her even as she was exposed, so she had the advantage of blending in with it, unless someone utilised a bright light source and looked her way.
Edited by Syrille, Jul 5 2016, 07:40 AM.
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Erik
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It was dark in the forest leading to the old campsite. Wild animals of various sizes could attack the unwary at the slightest sign of intrusion, with the risk of getting ripped to shreds or even bitten by a venomous creature. Getting lost is even more of the issues; campers and trekkers must always keep their heads above their level and have at least little knowledge about nature itself.

That didn't stop a man from traversing the jungle in midnight, for he is driving a car down the soil. It doesn't stop him with the lights flashing down the road, heading through the destination one called him.

After some time, he arrived at the small cabin with his contact. The sound of tires grinding through sticks and stones and orange lights illuminating in front of his eyes announced his arrival. Erik parked his green Mitsubishi Galant just beside the firecamp before turning off the engine, pulling the keys out of the ignition and opened the driver's door to get out. So far, only Kiseki was apparent.

"You called?" Erik called out to Kiseki while closing the door, leaving the latch open from the driver's seat.
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Horadrim
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Horadrim was strolling around the woods until he immediately recognizes one of his students who happens to be wandering in the same place as he is right at this moment, although he never showed himself to her nor snatched her attention, and besides, that is not what assassins do right away. He swiftly climbed on top of a tree and jumped into another one, landing on top of its thick branch and thankfully it is enough to support one's weight. Horadrim crouches down, and watches his student who is probably in the teeth of battle while cloaking himself with invisibility to keep him completely concealed.
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Kiseki
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Soon the stars covers the sky as darkness surrounds this place. The wild boar that Kiseki just killed, prepped and was tossed under the fire, lets out a soothing smell of meat being cooked. Good thing Kiseki knoed how to survive under this conditions, although he sees this just an opportunity to work with his gears, he still overdid himself.

From this far, he can hear rustle around the bushes, but Kiseki just shrugged if off, maybe just another wild animal? The sound of car engine approaching quite steadily can be heard also. Without further a do, a Mitsubishi Valant slowly appears in front of him. The car door opens and a man with his pair sunglasses, brown aviator, Kiseki assumed.

"Wheres the sun?" he said jokingly, as he chuckles a bit.

Kiseki prepares a the seat for his valiant guess, Erik. He offered him food that he prepared for them. As he stares balnkly into the forest, he wanted to know answers, but its too stupid to ask someone like him, specially in this blasted timeline of theirs, which is totally different. Nevertheless, Kiseki doesnt want to leave empty handed.

"I want to more about this city, perhaps showing me around wouldnt be much to ask? You are what they call, The Informant, right? " he asked non chalantly.
Edited by Kiseki, Jul 5 2016, 09:02 AM.
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Erik
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The smell of boar meat can be sniffed on the air, with tonight's meal is cooked in rotisserie method. The strong, musky smell overwhelms the informant's nostril with the meat juice slowly drips down towards the blazing fire, aggravating it. The campfire blinds the gunslinger's view of his eyes with the colors of fire mixed with the brown hue.

"Thank you." The informant took a seat provided by the gunsliner, with the food given to the person, which he happily took a plate of grilled boar. Upon tasting the meat, it is well-cooked. Erik nodded in approval before answering his question, which to tell him about Avalon City itself and it's pride and joy for each district.

"What would you like to experience in this city?" The informant asks the orange-haired male before taking another bite at the boar meat.

Edited by Erik, Jul 5 2016, 09:48 AM.
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Syrille
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Fortunately for Syrille, no more advancements were made into the cabin. Another person had arrived, as hinted by the distant sounds a car's engine would make, and the second masculine voice she could hear through the thin, run-down wooden walls of the cabin. Certainly, the presence of a second individual placed the assassin into a more disadvantageous position, in regards to both combat and escape tactics. However, it also served as a distraction for the gun wielder, thus buying her time to brace herself for detection.

In the meantime, the air was filled with the scent of roasted meat, which in turn reminded her that she hadn't eaten anything since she had left the city. Before she knew it, she had crawled back into her corner, and was quietly rummaging through her bag for her crossbow and food, anything that would fill her stomach and prevent it from protesting and blowing her cover. Thankfully, the soil 'floor' of the cabin resulted in very little sound, which was masked by the chatter of the two men.

When she pulled a neatly wrapped slice of bread from the very bottom of her half-empty bag, the word "informant" caught her attention.
An informant?... This isn't a common occurence, she thought to herself while mounting her folded crossbow on her belt's strap with one hand, and stuffing some bread into her mouth using the other. After swallowing that first bite, she wrapped herself in her coat to mask her weapon and crawled back into her previous position, curiously listening in as she ate quietly.
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Kiseki
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Kiseki was delighted, Erik accepting the offer. The two continued to chatter about the background of this city and what not. What and where are the good places to eat. As the two mindlessly, he cant help but get bothered by the fkrest rustling, its like someone's watching us. Can it be just the woods looking at us? Or maybe the animals just doing something unexplainable out there, thats why theres a lot of rustling, or maybe... just maybe...

"So tell me, Erik. Whats it like to be with the syndicates?" he asked loud enough for the two to hear, he didnt want to talk about it so openly, specially since they are in the open.
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Erik
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"Nothing special. It's just your average mafia. I'm only there to supply them with informations."

The informant also noticed the signs of an intruder, with the sound of a lonely night amplifies his hearing. Twigs on the ground were split into two by the force of one's footsteps. Leaves making audible noises on every movement it makes, giving their positions away. All the signs were made clear of another man's presence.

"Hide." Erik commanded Kiseki to hide somewhere. With the gunsliner spring into immediate action, the informant pulls out one of the cassette tapes outside his coat and opens the door to the driver's seat. There, he inserted the tapes in the car's stereo before slowly closing it in and hiding in the nearest place.

On one of the ambush points, he instructed Kiseki to be quiet while he plays the tape recordings via Requiem. The sound of cultists chanting their mantra to summon Satan on their world is blared on maximum volume, coming from the car itself with the fire keep burning to it's embers.
Edited by Erik, Jul 5 2016, 09:05 PM.
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Kiseki
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As quick as the order Kiseki silently but swiftly hid himself. The darkness is indeed our advantage, but so is for the person behind the forest. Confused with what Erik has in stored for the other person, he simply just followed him. The light source coming from the fire and the moon, illuminates some parts of the forest and the cabin. With Kiseki, his eyes can track down anyone even in the dark. But so to say, the person that was watching them seems to be good at concealing himself. "This one is good." he mumbled to himself as he averts back his attention to Erik whos walking towards his green mitsubishi.
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