Gabriel watches from a distance, hidden behind an old set of crates. He had been tracking the loner, hoping to get a hold of some ammo. Then the girl had shown up, and he had been forced back into cover, making his attempt at a mugging impossible. Typically he knew better than to get near any of the groups, but the girl had been so tantalizingly well equipped it had been hard to refuse. But now he regretted every second.
He lined up his sights on the loner and waited.
Destiny immediately tensed up when the girl’s group joined her. Tension reeked out of her, her hands on her weapons, ready to whip them out at even a tiny threat. She had seen and experienced mugging like this before; the thieves pretended to be innocent and trustworthy, only to stab you in the back when you let your guard down. Destiny made a mistake to trust people like them once. She wasn’t going to do it again. So she readied her gun, her left hand reaching behind her to grab at then knives. She wasn’t going to attack unless they showed signs of threat, but she still needed to keep her guard up.
Gabriel watched as the loner's hand dance around her gun, and smiled. If she got anxious enough and drew her gun, this might work out in his favor after all. He zeroed the scope on his rifle, finding himself kind of clumsy but managing to work it out. Rifles had always been Gabe's 'iffy' weapon, the one he hadn't quite managed to master.
Then he got this sensation. The hairs on his arm raised, and he shivered. Glancing over his shoulder, he noticed a couple psykers, crazy genetic nethers that were said to be able to teleport. They hadn't noticed him yet, but they were in clear view of the loner and girl, who's brother had joined her. At least, he kinda acted like her brother.
"What'd ya get?" Neo asked innocently.
"Just some deer," Ash turns and sees Destiny he jumps in front of Neola. He would protect her at any cost.
"Ash, It's fine. We don't need to provoke her, she is already not trusting. We don't need to give her more reasons."
Destiny’s hair erected; she narrowed her eyes, letting them wander around until they landed on a bunch of Undead walking towards the group. They were still far off, but Destiny came to the conclusion that they were the magical kind, for their blue-ish color gave it away.
Destiny wasted no time. She whipped out her blades and gritted her teeth. There wasn’t no point in running away; once you were in their vision, there was no escape until you killed it. So Destiny prepared herself and threw her knives, all three of them lodging themselves in the foreheads of the Magickind. Two more took their place, trampling over the now rotting body of their kind. Destiny’s eyes darted over to the girl and her companion, but her thoughts were interrupted when one of them vanished and appeared right in the middle of the trio, teeth bared and claws extended.
Gabriel missed his shot, but that worked out ok.
He had been aiming for the loner, expecting her drawn blades to be for the girl and her bro. She instead nailed a few psykers with them, and more took their place. Gabriel, still safe, decided that now was a good time to take the loner and the girl. But at the last second a psyker appeared. The bullet had landed in its skull. The loner didn't blink, just wiped off the blood and continued throwing knives.
Shooting two more knives at the remaining Magickind, Destiny’s eyes snapped over to where danger seemed the most. She didn’t care that the blood clung to her, not the fact that the rotting flesh covered her new clothes. What she cared about was the predator who had given himself away.
“I know you’re out there,” she called out, her eyes narrowed. “Shouldn’t have made that shot.”
Gabriel cursed to himself. He didn't move, partially because he was half-convinced she was bluffing. Partially because he didn't wanna be on the receiving end of those knives.
Instead he swiveled the rifle over to the girl, laid his finger on the trigger.
He didn't pull the trigger yet. He just waited.
“If you wish for me to throw my blades, continued hiding,” Destiny continued, twirling one around her fingers. “I know where that shot came from; I am not blind, nor am I stupid. But I do not wish to kill the remaining few of our kind. The choice is yours.”
Destiny was prepared to move if he shot again. She readied herself, positive that the attacker would shoot. This was what was left of humanity, after all. It was either kill or be killed, Destiny’s favorite saying.
Neo gestured to the group of hunters to surrond the stack of crates.Ignoring Destiny, she walked to the crates. "Get. Out. Put your hands up nice and slowly." Her group had their guns pointed towards Gabriel.
Destiny cursed under her breath. That was not how she was planned this. That girl was going to ruin everything!
“Are you an idiot?” Destiny hissed. “He has a rifle! Possibly faster weapons! He could change his hiding place faster than you could blink, and you threaten him? You think he could be alone? Before making such idiotic moves, you should consider your place and think if you could make it out alive! Numbers don’t matter if the player is skilled. I was his target, not you. What made you think you could take charge and mess things up?”
Well, shit.
Gabriel let the rifle down, and put his hands up first before bringing his head into view. He approached the loner slowly, and smiled weakly, "the least you could say is thank you, sister. You'll make more friends that way."
The look on her face told him she was not at all amused, but he kept going, "Hell, maybe you'd actually have me covering you on purpose, for once. You're just lucky I can't shoot worth a damn with a rifle."
"LOOK. You are on our grounds loner, and so is he. If you can't trust us we can't trust you. I know you're tough, but you aren't stupid. You won't go against all of us. And neither will he. I'm just trying to save your tail. You're right he does have faster weapons. Pointing. Towards. You."
He turned to the girl, "And you, princess, might wanna let me get away with this one. I've got a troop full of buddies far better armed than I, movin' this way."
He prayed the bait would work, but heis eyes shifted warrily around, trying to find a decently covered exit.
Neo gestures to the team to strip him of his weapons. "You'll get them back in the morning." Neo enters the tent again, waiting for some rebuttal from the loner.
“Thank you,” Destiny repeated with a hard expression. “Why would I thank the man who was— who is after my life, who ‘saved my life’ only because he missed a shot? I could turn my back on you and you wouldn’t miss that chance to attack.”
She then turned her attention back towards the other girl.
“Did I ask for your help? I am not desperate enough to let others fight my battles for me. And you’re right. I am not stupid. So please, forgive me for not needing your unwanted help.”
(Oh, I didn’t see the earlier posts.)
Ash grabs the guys arms and forces them behind his back. "Watch it." He hisses in his ear.
“In case you didn’t know the first rule of having a hostage,” Destiny called monotonously. “Never anger him. One second you’d be breathing, the next you’d be lying, drowning in your own blood.”
"Hey, hey easy," Gabe winced as the brother forced his arms behind his back, "I wasn't trying to piss your sis off, but I'm serious, man, ya'll better think twice 'bout holding me here!"
To the loner, he said, "By the way, Darlin', I wasn't after your life. Just your guns. Your life would've been an unfortunate side affect of that, maybe, but if you hadn't been so lucky as to run into these guys, I would've just tried to mug ya."
"Oh shut up…" Ashton says as he takes Gabe to a makeshift cage. They don't care if he escapes, he just won't have any weapons. "Loner… do you need some food for the road?"
Destiny’s face hardened, but she made no move to reply to the stranger.
“No thank you,” she said to the one named Ash without taking her eyes off of the man who clearly was dangerous. “I am able to fend on my own.” she didn’t even correct them about her name; it wasn’t as if she was going to see them again.
So she walked towards the fallen Undead and took out her knives from their foreheads, grimacing as their blood dropped from their edges. Wiping them off of a cloth, Destiny lowered them inside her bag gently. She gave one last look to the hostage before decided she lingered enough.
(sorry gtg)
(So do I. We can hold it off. It’ll much better if we do so; we wouldn’t be confused when we come back)
Gabriel noticed the loner who was supposed to be his prize turning to leave, and cursed to himself quietly. He had definitely screwed that up.
So he turned his attention to the situation at hand. A girl and her group had him held hostage, and from the looks of the cage weren't planning on treating him nicely. That left him with only a few options.
He could try and fight his way out. Resolution: probably get shot. Either that, or have no guns. The latter was even scarier than the former.
He could talk his way out. Resolution, probably getting thrown to the wolves for being annoying as hell. Again, not a nice way to go. He needed to barter. But he didn't really have much to barter with. Or at least, he didn't think he did.
He decided to probe his handler for possibilites. He started that talk as he usually did: conversation.
"Your sister's got a handle on things, it seems…"
(Ok. Gabriel can wait to get out. )