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 Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 3:24 pm
"Maybe I am." Touchy, at least. He'd certainly been quite prone to otherwise unfitting emotions as of late. He wasn't quite sure if he could be counted as paranoid, though. At the man's explanation, he gave a light snort. "If you'd hurt her, you'd be dead already," he said offhandedly. He'd need to have words with Claire at some point.
"Not trying to scare you." His voice remained level, though low. "Just delivering a warning. You should be grateful. Generally the most warning I give is the feeling the bullet breaking the skin." He wasn't particularly proud of his skills as an assassin, but he wasn't beyond using them to show just how serious he was. "If I ever hear a single word, a single implication, a half of a half of a sigh that might suggest the vague thought that maybe you've been bothering her - well, I'm not the hesitating sort." Let him think what he wanted about Lucas's character. Claire's safety was a priority above all else and if defending her meant turning his barrel on a human face, so be it.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 3:42 pm
"I'll bear that in mind," Aulus responded blandly, pursing his lips slightly, "but you don't need to get yourself all worked up like that; so long as she doesn't try to hurt me I've no interest in hurting her, no matter what her name actually is, and no matter what her motives for lying to me were... Anyway," that scar-twisted scowl reappeared on Aulus' face, "if you don't mind, I was in the middle of something before your target practice interrupted me."
So saying, Aulus set off towards the main street once more. When he reached the corner, however, he paused with his back still turned towards the vicious man who still had a gun somewhere on his person. "If you feel I'm too much of a threat," the red-eyed man said silkily, "now's your chance to shoot me in the back. Probably plenty of places around here to hide the body, wouldn't you agree?"
Without waiting for a retort, or a bullet in the head, Aulus walked slowly onward in search of his bike, and a more peaceful place to train his body. His mind, however, was a whirl of anger and confusion. Lucy. Claire. Her scarred and insanely protective 'friend'. Who were they? What did they want? She'd lied to him. That shouldn't surprise him. He shouldn't have let his guard down. It shouldn't matter. She'd lied.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 3:56 pm
"I'll be the judge of whether or not she's been hurt." He wouldn't pursue the matter, though. Not today. Not until after he had the opportunity to speak with Claire. Words were imminent.
"Snow." The Charmander snapped to attention. "Back to work." Lucas returned his attention to the tires and cans, taking the handgun back into the curl of his fingers. He cast a glance over his shoulder at the stranger as he spoke his parting words and chose to ignore them. Volatile as he was, he wasn't about to shoot a man for no reason. A gunshot rang out as his unwelcome company departed, the bullet tearing a hole through an innocent can, the weapon's wielder far more resolute than when he had first started his exercise.
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