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 Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 11:20 pm
 The day we met
Frozen I held my breath
Right from the start
I knew it I found a home for my
Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave
How can I love when I’m afraid to fall
But watching you stand alone
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow
Time stands still
Beauty in all she is
I will be brave
I will not let anything take away
What’s standing in front of me
Every breath
Every hour has come to this...
"Tell me what you know!" Metalic voice rang hard and true, deep vocals filled with rage and control. Not for long, his fingers itched to close on the throat he held in one hand while holding him quite the distance from the ground thanks to such a stature. "Who sent you!"
"Ehhhhfffffssss...." The fox barely hissed out, scratching at his hand to try and release the grip crushing his windpipes. Briareos recognized the insignia, the weapons this fox had brandished; he wanted to hear it come from his assailant's lips though. Besides, he was pissed he was shot in the side between metal plating...it stung like no one's business. Cruel...perhaps. However he was under no one's ruling but his own, there was no code of conduct or ethics which warped his coding. It was unfortunate for this fellow, he wasn't alone.
"Try again." The male ordered, his sensor type ears twisting to make note that Deunan was probably on her way. He wasn't far from their makeshift camp of the past month and the shot rang like bells on a quiet spring day. If anything he would bet she'd come in brazen and irate, this soldier would have been dead before he could get a peep if Deunan had been present.
"I'll tell you a secret, you wont make it if my partner shows up, and if you don't tell me what I want to know I wont need you alive. I'm the only one she'll listen to, incase that isn't obvious." Sometimes, it paid to have a firecracker for a partner, one he wouldn't change for the world. Briareos might have looked scary beyond all belief with this new body, but Deunan could evoke fear for some by just her name. Story and legend had given her somewhat of a reputation by ESWAT standards.
Already his sensors and nerves told him the bullet was lodged fairly deep in his side this time, blood trickling down his synthetic flesh and creating a pool of stained red on his clothing. Luckily for this soldier it was dark, so Deunan had less of a chance to notice right away. The soldier pulled himself up only slightly in his attempts not to choke to death by this mechanical beast. "Ehhh...swaaaa..." He tried again, feeling his body grow faint and unresponsive slowly from the oxygen deprivation.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2013 11:46 pm
Well, if there was ever one thing Briareos was going to be right about? It was his partner, Deunan. His predictions that the shots would have put her on high alert were true. The vixen had frozen in place when they interrupted the cold, dark silence of the night. She spared just enough to set the wood she was gathering to take back to camp before she was off like a bullet in the dark, adrenaline pumping and every sense on and focused to near-hypervigilance.
Her gun was out, held up in a ready position as she skulked quickly through the trees, ears swivelling to catch the slightest of sounds with that one pecuiar eye-cover flipped over one blue iris. With her visible eye, it wasn't hard to guess both eyes were narrowed and keen as she became a shot in the dark.
Much quieter, but just as deadly.
Even with her almost eerie silence, Briareos would be able to pick it up.
Right down to the guess that she would be riled up: he was right.
Deunan flashed around a large tree, gun aimed at the fox's head, eyes trained and aided by the optical sensor that was the cover over her eye. Her visible eye was a chip of cobalt: hard, cold, and unyielding.
Her nose twitched. Blood. It wasn't exactly faint, but it was getting stronger. And for the moment, with the scents so intertwined, it could have been either of them. The fact that she could smell it - regardless of whose it was - infuriated her more. The dark blonde started closing the distance, full-out considering squeezing the trigger to end him, anyway.
"Briareos?"
A question. A demand.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 12:03 am
Right on time... The bioroid fox mused, turning his head only slightly to allow one of four optics to twist to keep a screen on her. In fact, in a moment of jest he was surprised of her control not to open up the moment she'd entered the scene and could make out a foe. Time had calmed them, perhaps, the edge of being hunted was much more relaxed then the edge of constantly going into battle. This wasn't entirely a desirable thing, in their search for secrets here in these lands the soldier had begun to feel old...his joints didn't move with the well oiled grace he was used to. The timing of his coding lagging.
In short, he was losing his touch, clearly nothing noticeable to anyone but himself currently. However it was rare that he wasn't able to dodge an ambushed bullet or in the very least calculate quick enough for it to hit one of the numerous metal plates on his body.
"I'm alright." Gruff tones rang out, all other optics still locked on his prisoner. "Seems ESWAT has sent yet another set of eyes on us." Sensing the merc for hire was losing the last of his strengths the mechanical male tossed him to the ground in front of Deunan's feet. He was aware his partner would probably also like a word with him otherwise as Briareos had gotten all he needed to know out of him.
ESWAT....they still were not giving up. He realized in the wake of chaos that they were hiring mercs now, surely their old comrades didn't want anything to do with bringing them to 'justice' for going AWOL...since he'd never seen any of them sent to get them. For the division to hire out like that, it frustrated his circuits to think they were still so high priority.
How long would they have to run?
Many things had weighed his mind since meeting up with his partner, and what they had been through. Mission still remained on the top of their priority list...but slowly and surely, Briareos wasn't sure why it was there anymore. If he really...truly wanted to go back to that life, per say.
Folding his arms over his chest, he tilted his head with a bemused stance about him, a low chuckle resonating from his vocals. "Was just finishing telling our friend you're the scary one..."
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 12:22 am
It took a monumental amount of control. The only thing that stopped her was that Briareos clearly had him subdued. He was thrown at her feet and she quickly placed her booted foot down on the back of his neck.
An audible hiss escaped through clenched teeth at the news.
Not that it was a surprise any longer.
"Son of a b***h." She snarled, pointing the gun down at the back of his head, grinding her foot in for the small satisfaction of a groan. Perhaps they should think about going back. Deunan was confident that they could handle things. And she wasn't wanting to chance her partner's safety. She'd lost him once. She'd gladly tear through hell to get him back. But she wasn't stupid, either. She knew that punishment awaited them. Perhaps even more than what they would have originally faced. But they had one another's backs.
She lifted her foot and gave the fox a rather vicious kick to send him rolling and landing flat upon his back as she stalked after him, the hammer clicking back. An edgy smirk appeared on her lips. And though she knew who was losing the blood, now, her attention was focused on their apparent enemy.
"He's right, you know. I don't repeat myself. You have five seconds to tell me how many more of you there are."
The gun was levelled at his forehead, dead center, foo pressed against his chest, but almost gently so. Make no mistake, however: she was pressing hard enough to keep him pinned, but not yet enough to keep him from answering. Not with the gun in his face.
One of two things would happen, regardless. If she got her answer at the end of five seconds, or slightly before, she pulled the trigger. If he didn't say anything, on that precarious fifth beat...she still pulled the trigger. The only difference between the two would be only how long she waited. Deunan was not leaving a loose end.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 6:01 pm
The mechanical giant watched as his partner took over, showing her aggression with her boot now on his chest. Luckily Briareos hadn't done it, he was still somewhat rusty with the pressure of his strength. Besides, it took all his effort to make sure he handled Deunan and even simple tasks with the utmost ease.
The last thing he wanted was to hurt her thanks to his own error.
Despite his now relaxed stance, Briareos was on high alert as noted by anyone who knew his anatomy by the way his ears twisted and scanned the area. Even his optics occasionally glinted, indicating the lenses inside were tilting in a new direction. He paid no mind to his wound, his stats indicated it would be hours till he was at any critical point to warrant immediate attention....right now he was waiting to see if his bet that the guy would talk would win out against him not.
Either way, he was a dead man.
The fox hissed, looking down the barrel of the gun pointed so close to his face. The mysterious one had thought to keep the information till his death, but something stirred, or more so cracked as his manic laughter filled the night air. "Many, many more. As many till you are locked in jail for abandoning your posts. You'll both rot!"
Briareos felt as if he would roll his eyes, it he had any.
"I think we've heard enough, Deunan." The bioroid hinted, his patience growing thin. Besides, if there were more on the way they would have to move camp again, and since it was late it would have been best to do it bright and early in the morning. Turning around to fill up the canteens he'd originally been trying to do, he closed the lids and slug the straps over his back. "We'll have to suit up the sun." Perhaps a little vague, but he didn't want to hint at their motives in case the merc had a wire.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 9:05 pm
The laughter grated on her ears, and her trigger finger tightened slowly over the trigger. After she had her answer, Briareos had only gotten to "we've" before the crack of a fired bullet interrupted.
Deunan played no games.
"Seems like a ridiculous waste of funds, sending mercs after us." She snarled to nobody in particular. Or maybe everyone, if he was wired. "Especially when..."
She trailed off and brushed the back of her hand against the corner of her mouth, giving him one final kick even though he was as good as dead since she put the bullet in his brain. ...screw it. She begins a quick pat-down search, looking for any items or apparent wires.
"Yeah. Gotcha." She muttered, knowing he'd pick it up. She personally preferred to move out, now, but...
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 7:26 pm
Dulled from life in the forces, Briareos didn't even flinch at the loud crack of the bullet as it sunk into the merc's head; killing him instantly. Blood pooled on the ground behind his head, and the bioroid wasted no time as well to close the distance; dropping to his knee as Deunan began to search him. "I would agree..." He began, his lenses switching to a heat scanning version so he could see any cool metals amongst the heat of his dead body.
Clever, that was one he wasn't expecting.
Reaching into one of of utility pockets on his pants he pulled out a small sewing kit; mostly medical grade but it still held what he was looking for. Taking the tweezers he pushed his head aside and dislodged the small radio transmitter from his ear. Holding it up for Deunan to see he gave a deep chuckle, dropping it into his hand before crushing it with a small fizz and a zap.
"They're getting a little better, but this is child's play for veterans like us; isn't that right kid?" He turned his sights to his partner, shaking his head before rising up...not without a minute stagger in doing so thanks to the ache in his side. "I know it would be wiser to move now.." He began, having picked up on her hesitation and knew what it had meant. "Yet I would like to see how fast they send the next one. If the merc is truthful, and they really want us detained we'll see someone before dawn."
Surely, she would understand. She always understood him when even he didn't understand himself.
"You should take that knife...it looks expensive." Briareos mused, knowing she must have felt it in his side pocket. Deunan had particular tastes, more or less on the expensive side he had come to discover when they used to pilot mobile suits. He was almost positive the knife would be to her liking as well...a memento, in a weird way. "Besides, we wouldn't want it to go back those who might use it on us again."
Because in reality, it wouldn't be the last time they'd see that knife, or another merc until they disappeared.
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2013 9:09 pm
"Heh. No kidding."
It was a fundamental check, something that had been drilled into them. And for Deunan, even long before she joined up with Briareos in ESWAT--joined the thing they both thought was nothing more than a babysitting detail. Though Briareos knew his partner very well - she was already eying up that knife - she turned and looked at him with a critical eye. The dead one beneath her certainly hadn't been wounded.
Her gaze narrowed, and she nodded, the motion clipped, but still agreeable. She had to help Briareos out; he was really in no shape to pack up and hike through the forest, especially considering there would be more.
Ocean eyes flicked back to the knife, the end of the hilt just peeking out, and slid it gingerly out, unsheathing it for a quick inspection. Yes. It was nice. And expensive.
And they knew her too well.
She slammed the knife back into the sheath with a sharp shink! sound and stood. She pivoted to look at her partner with a frown.
"Check this for bugs. Or a tracker."
She didn't trust the knife--or rather, the people behind it. The only one she trusted was Briareos. And he could scan for anything embedded in the metal. And Deunan, being the cunning vixen she was, handed it to him...and promptly sidled to his wounded side and began inspecting it. No shame, not even a blink. She would have killed that Merc a hundred thousand times over what she had for putting a bullet in Briareos, but she supposed the one headshot would have to do.
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2013 4:27 pm
Briareos let his mind wander momentarily while she was inspecting the knife, knowing she was the type when it was allowed to find every detail about what she was focused on. Besides, she'd done the same to him; and he was comforted by the fact they often shared one train of thought frequently. His inner coding began to warn him of the damages being dealt by him ignoring his wound, but he turned off the warnings....there were more important things to worry about.
Mostly how soon they would have company.
Twisting his optics towards his partner as she headed his way and presented the knife for him to inspect; the cyborg stalled for a moment as it had been but a trailing thought that he didn't check it carefully. s**t....he was losing it.
"Of course..." The lenses of two optics changed out, scanning over every detail of both blade and sheath; nothing out of the ordinary till he noticed a minicule spec on the end of the sheath's hollow inner well. Sure enough it was a tracker, one of the smallest he'd ever seen. It was so tightly wired; basic in the sense it had the bare minimum to send a signal. "What do you know..." He hummed in a metalic tone, before turning his head to see she'd gone right for his side to begin inspecting his shot wound.
"Deunan...I'm fine." Briareos assured, pulling away from her to walk the few steps back to the stream. Finding a larger branch he took out some paracord, tying the sheath to the stick. "This will buy us some time..." Setting the branch in the water he watched as the current carried the sheath down river, this would at least lt them think their scheme worked and would chase it for some time since it was on the move.
"I believe this is yours now. We'll get you a proper sheath in the next town." Moving back in front of her, he grabbed the blade and offered it to her handle forward; tilting his head in what would have been a typical smile moment for the bioroid.
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Posted: Sun May 05, 2013 5:02 pm
Deunan's expression remained neutral as she poked and prodded; it was bad enough. They couldn't afford to tarry, but nor could Briareos afford to push himself so hard that it would worsen. She quirked her head with his hum; obviously he had found something but she wasn't done yet and--
Her gaze snapped up and she stared, lips forming and saying a surprisingly neutral "Of course--it's just a scratch." though her eyes told him a different story. A very telling "******** you" kind of story; but she knew better. If they had others watching right now, she didn't want them to know her partner was injured. Vulnerable, potentially. She wasn't about to give her partner's condition away.
She stretched a hand out and accepted the knife, sliding it to an easily-accessible place that she wouldn't stab herself with - or on - it while they were moving. With the familiar, classic pose, Deunan cracked a wry smile. Despite Briareos being more machine than man, it was so easy to tell, still, his moods and postures. Who he was was still the same. Every time he did one of his little quirks, it only reaffirmed that knowledge.
"Well, big guy. Guess we should get ready to move out."
Provided he agreed, she turned and retraced her steps back to the pile of wood she left behind, trusting that her partner wouldn't tarry--that he would be right behind her.
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