Post by Spoy on Feb 22, 2011 1:38:25 GMT -5
Allain. Mornings. Alain hated mornings. With a friggin' passion. The 'Spy' prowled about the water, exiting the sewers of one of the various bases as cold yellow eyes slid over the empty moat. Darting towards the deepest point under the bridge, he would peek to the side, not detecting any people who dared to walk about the early hours of the day. The constant fighting hadn't sprung up yet, which allowed him time to roam freely about the sewers and the main waterways along the RED base. Hm, that was, if there weren't any pyros from the night shift out and about spy checking. Which reminded him, he didn't have his watch on. Thank god the thing was waterproof, something he'd learned when he'd nabbed it off a BLU spy. However, within the skirmish, he'd damaged it. Fingers manuevered over to the dials of the watch, switching on the invisibility fuction. Figure dissipated, leaving the moat empty once again. Or was it? Pushing off of the bottom of the bridge overhead with one of his hands, Alain floated along, in vain attempt to find something to amuse him. Figure flickered rapidly, eventually slowing as he slowed his speed, though every, say, five to ten seconds he became visible again, before fading back into the background.
Adi explored the base that would be her home for the coming year, dark red hood pulled over her head as she strode about. She'd not encountered anyone as of yet, though she was looking forward to it. The fact that she was an assassin among untrained fighters was one that lingered at the fringes of her mind, her father's yelling still ringing in her ears about the subject. She was an Assassiano among fools, he'd yelled; practically a principessa in a den of ladri. She had considered lying to him with the comfort that those that opposed her were Templars, but ditched the idea when she'd figured he'd ask the Grand Master if this was true. She strode along the edge of the moat, careful sea-green eyes watching the other base for attackers. She'd not noticed the creature of the deep swimming just near her.
Allain. Vibrating footsteps from above disturbed the creature's thoughts as he swam, limbs stilling as he cocked his head to listen, yellow eyes closing for a moment before head jerked upwards. Cold gaze was cast upon the world above, viewing the surface ever-so critically. Hm.. He could barely make out the sillohoutte of a person. What class? Like he knew. Tentacles bunched up, before flying outwards and propelling him towards the bridge. Figure broke the water as watch's battery dissapeared, making him visible, as if the water that flew out as in protest from his ascent wasn't enough of a sign of his presence. Hands placed themselves on the wood of the walkway, hoisting himself upwards as elbows bent upwards, both hands placing themselves on either side of his face. Hm, what sort of class was THIS? She didn't look like a Spy. Too heavily dressed to be a Scout. Not bulky enough to be a Heavy. Nor did she have the equipment to be an Engineer or a Medic, and even she was too young to be in either profession. "And what are you supposed to be?" Alain questioned, keeping the girl under his scrutinizing gaze. Oh. Don't mind him. Just a NORMAL Blu spy swimming in the moat in the wee hours of the morning. Though, whether she could see his tentacles or not that lay under the water was anyone's guess.
Adi. At the sound of water sloshing she immediately whirled around to meet the sound, pressing a button on her hidden blade so that her pistol emerged. She bent her arm in front of her, opposite hand on the trigger placed on her elbow. "Che cazzo?!" She questioned out loud, aiming her gun at.. whatever ust popped out of the water. There were no such things as monsters, she'd been told. She would've thought that sewer monsters were included in this; what the fuck was that!? "... I could say the same to you," her voice was heavily accented; Italian roots were apparent. She had her weapon turned on him and had recognized him as an enemy just from his clothing, though she wouldn't shoot him yet. Adele wanted to know what he was first, the mutant.
Allain. Smirk appeared on his face at the girl's reaction. However, her words were odd to him. That was.. Italian, no? He didn't speak Italian. Though he did speak French. He tilted his head, blinking as eyebrows arched upwards. "Italienne, non? Je ne pense pas que vous parlez francais?" He grinned stupidly, sharp teeth ever so threatening. However, the threat was dwarfed when he noticed the pistol on her arm. Ooh, how intruiging.. "You made that yourself, l'amour?" Alain questioned, head tilting to the side as face fell stoic, eyebrow raising. Perhaps she was a engineer? Yes, that would make sense.. But her attire was certainly not that of ANY classes'. "You best be careful with that weapon, cher, you're a- ..What class ARE you?" He was about to elaborate on it when that question came into mind. He was stubborn, that, and hard-headed. The girl probably wouldn't be getting any answers soon.
Adi. "Répondez à la question, mutant." Ooh, demanding little thing she was. "Appelez-moi l'amour encore et vous ne vivrez pas de voir demain." She'd hated it when her family and friends had called her bella, though she appreciated the compliment she hated being addressed by it. She made a noise of approval and nodded ever-so-slightly as to his question, extremely proud of the blade she equipped. With the help of codex pages and her fellow assassianos she'd built it down to the last screw. "Who wants to know?"
Allain. "Mutant, comme je n'ai pas entendu celle-la, mon cher." Alain responded once it was clear that she spoke the same tongue as he, grin appearing as his expression mimicked that of a mad cheshire's. A loud, mocking laugh flew forth from his vocal chords when the girl spoke again. "Est-ce ainsi?" Ducking under the water, he would paddle back from her, popping back up above the water, yet quite a distance from her. Voice rose higher, singsongy, even. "Beautiful, bewitching, captivating, charming, engaging, enticing, fair, fascinating, fetching, glamorous, gorgeous, lovely, luring, mesmeric, pleasant, pleasing, pretty, stunning, tantalizing. May I go on?" He nodded his head matter-of-factly, though words were empty, holding no meaning in their context. "And I wish to know, simply. I hold no interest for your.. teams." Hands threw themselves up. "Fighting over nothing, simply for those of higher power's interests. But you wouldn't know that, would you?" Voice fell into a wicked croon deep in his chest, though as what his words meant, he'd never expand upon.
Adi. As he went on to list more adjectives he only got through about eight before she'd fired. Her aim was straight, though he could've evaded if he was fast enough. "Vai a farti fottere, bello." She said, voice sugar sweet as she gave him a nickname of his own.
Adi explored the base that would be her home for the coming year, dark red hood pulled over her head as she strode about. She'd not encountered anyone as of yet, though she was looking forward to it. The fact that she was an assassin among untrained fighters was one that lingered at the fringes of her mind, her father's yelling still ringing in her ears about the subject. She was an Assassiano among fools, he'd yelled; practically a principessa in a den of ladri. She had considered lying to him with the comfort that those that opposed her were Templars, but ditched the idea when she'd figured he'd ask the Grand Master if this was true. She strode along the edge of the moat, careful sea-green eyes watching the other base for attackers. She'd not noticed the creature of the deep swimming just near her.
Allain. Vibrating footsteps from above disturbed the creature's thoughts as he swam, limbs stilling as he cocked his head to listen, yellow eyes closing for a moment before head jerked upwards. Cold gaze was cast upon the world above, viewing the surface ever-so critically. Hm.. He could barely make out the sillohoutte of a person. What class? Like he knew. Tentacles bunched up, before flying outwards and propelling him towards the bridge. Figure broke the water as watch's battery dissapeared, making him visible, as if the water that flew out as in protest from his ascent wasn't enough of a sign of his presence. Hands placed themselves on the wood of the walkway, hoisting himself upwards as elbows bent upwards, both hands placing themselves on either side of his face. Hm, what sort of class was THIS? She didn't look like a Spy. Too heavily dressed to be a Scout. Not bulky enough to be a Heavy. Nor did she have the equipment to be an Engineer or a Medic, and even she was too young to be in either profession. "And what are you supposed to be?" Alain questioned, keeping the girl under his scrutinizing gaze. Oh. Don't mind him. Just a NORMAL Blu spy swimming in the moat in the wee hours of the morning. Though, whether she could see his tentacles or not that lay under the water was anyone's guess.
Adi. At the sound of water sloshing she immediately whirled around to meet the sound, pressing a button on her hidden blade so that her pistol emerged. She bent her arm in front of her, opposite hand on the trigger placed on her elbow. "Che cazzo?!" She questioned out loud, aiming her gun at.. whatever ust popped out of the water. There were no such things as monsters, she'd been told. She would've thought that sewer monsters were included in this; what the fuck was that!? "... I could say the same to you," her voice was heavily accented; Italian roots were apparent. She had her weapon turned on him and had recognized him as an enemy just from his clothing, though she wouldn't shoot him yet. Adele wanted to know what he was first, the mutant.
Allain. Smirk appeared on his face at the girl's reaction. However, her words were odd to him. That was.. Italian, no? He didn't speak Italian. Though he did speak French. He tilted his head, blinking as eyebrows arched upwards. "Italienne, non? Je ne pense pas que vous parlez francais?" He grinned stupidly, sharp teeth ever so threatening. However, the threat was dwarfed when he noticed the pistol on her arm. Ooh, how intruiging.. "You made that yourself, l'amour?" Alain questioned, head tilting to the side as face fell stoic, eyebrow raising. Perhaps she was a engineer? Yes, that would make sense.. But her attire was certainly not that of ANY classes'. "You best be careful with that weapon, cher, you're a- ..What class ARE you?" He was about to elaborate on it when that question came into mind. He was stubborn, that, and hard-headed. The girl probably wouldn't be getting any answers soon.
Adi. "Répondez à la question, mutant." Ooh, demanding little thing she was. "Appelez-moi l'amour encore et vous ne vivrez pas de voir demain." She'd hated it when her family and friends had called her bella, though she appreciated the compliment she hated being addressed by it. She made a noise of approval and nodded ever-so-slightly as to his question, extremely proud of the blade she equipped. With the help of codex pages and her fellow assassianos she'd built it down to the last screw. "Who wants to know?"
Allain. "Mutant, comme je n'ai pas entendu celle-la, mon cher." Alain responded once it was clear that she spoke the same tongue as he, grin appearing as his expression mimicked that of a mad cheshire's. A loud, mocking laugh flew forth from his vocal chords when the girl spoke again. "Est-ce ainsi?" Ducking under the water, he would paddle back from her, popping back up above the water, yet quite a distance from her. Voice rose higher, singsongy, even. "Beautiful, bewitching, captivating, charming, engaging, enticing, fair, fascinating, fetching, glamorous, gorgeous, lovely, luring, mesmeric, pleasant, pleasing, pretty, stunning, tantalizing. May I go on?" He nodded his head matter-of-factly, though words were empty, holding no meaning in their context. "And I wish to know, simply. I hold no interest for your.. teams." Hands threw themselves up. "Fighting over nothing, simply for those of higher power's interests. But you wouldn't know that, would you?" Voice fell into a wicked croon deep in his chest, though as what his words meant, he'd never expand upon.
Adi. As he went on to list more adjectives he only got through about eight before she'd fired. Her aim was straight, though he could've evaded if he was fast enough. "Vai a farti fottere, bello." She said, voice sugar sweet as she gave him a nickname of his own.
