WAOA Arena
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"Sounds like a good idea." the man said, looking over his shoulders for any cameras or people.
"[color= firebrick] Careful. No telling what is around here. [/color]" Mordin said as he drew a small sub machine gun and entered the locker rooms.
"You have a name?" Mordin asked as he silently moved along, seeming to be old hat at sneaking around.
"Horst. You?" the man replied. Unlike Mordin, sneaking was obviously not a skill that this man used regularly, if at all.
Bruce, having rested for what seemed like days, was now once again wandering the facility. He opened the door to the locker room and was thoroughly surprised and shocked to be met by an alien holding a gun against him. His helmet was hanging on his belt, but he still wore his armour and weaponry.
"What."
"What."
"Easy, don't want to hurt you it I don't have to." Mordin said to Bruce as he suddenly showed up. Mordin made no effort to lower his gun, seeing how armed Bruce was.
OOC: Heh, sorry for the wait...
OOC: Heh, sorry for the wait...
Bruce glanced from Mordin to the gun, then over to Horst, before swallowing and answering.
"I'm not exatl'y known for tellin' my name to strangers. 'Least not when there's a gun aimed at me, mate. How about you lower the boomstick, and then we can get all friendly like." - His voice was fairly even and while speaking he slowly pulled his left arm up against his stomach.
"I'm not exatl'y known for tellin' my name to strangers. 'Least not when there's a gun aimed at me, mate. How about you lower the boomstick, and then we can get all friendly like." - His voice was fairly even and while speaking he slowly pulled his left arm up against his stomach.
"Name not important right now. Why are you here? Why are we here? Would like very much to hear an answer." Mordin said without lowering his gun.
"I'm sure you would, mate! S'why you should get that outta my face. Me brain gets oddly preoccupied in the face of death." Bruce stared at the gun as he said this, nearly going cross-eyed. He also edged backwards to put some more space between himself and the gun.
Horst took a few steps back from Bruce and said, "Him putting the gun away doesn't make you any safer. So just answer and then maybe you'll be less likely to die."
"Ain't much use carryin' it otherwise, am I right?" - As Mordin lowered the gun, Bruce lit up, becoming a tad cheery. That cheer then pushed back down by Horst's death threat. "Easy now mate, I ain't carryin' all this gear for show. Now far as I can tell this place here is an arena of some sort. I wager you two got teleported in outta thin air?"
"Telaportation? Would make sense, only no such technology exists, to my knowledge. How could something like that be done? Well versed in theories, formulas, nothing ever proven, not successful, not convincing *inhale* but still..." Mordin said, going on and muttering a bit to himself even as he kept watch over Bruce.
"So was I, and the others who I've met. 'Parrently we gotta fight eachother in that big arena you lads came from. Now it ain't all bad, there's a fine bar up this way." Bruce nodded over his shoulder, turning to walk towards the lounge, looking back at the other two to see that they followed him.