We Are Our Avatars V (Closed)
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Growing bored of the game, the stalker decided to leave his perch. Throwing himself from the tree in Bryce's wake, he may have been momentarily visible as a blur of darkness against the night sky before he was gone, the air rushing past him mingling with that of Bryce's flight. For a moment the sound of rushing air came from all sides, broken up and camouflaged in the trees, then the man reappeared out of the darkness and approached Blondie from the side, very closeby now.
"Good evening, Sir." He said aloud, his voice low and gravelly yet startlingly loud in the still night.
"Good evening, Sir." He said aloud, his voice low and gravelly yet startlingly loud in the still night.
Bryce circled several times over the treetops. "Huh..." He muttered, before flying down to the warhammer.
"Hello." Blondie said, sounding unsurprised. He reached under his sarape and pulled out a cigarillo, which he put in his mouth. "You looking for trouble?" he asked in a casual manner.
The man's smirk tightened slightly, then he chuckled. It was not a merry sound.
"No. What, can't a guy take a walk in the cool air without being considered dangerous?" he asked, equally casual. "I've just been wandering a little off the beaten path- well, a lot off the beaten path, actually- and you just happen to be the first thing I've run into that didn't have four legs, feathers or bark. Are you expecting trouble?"
"No. What, can't a guy take a walk in the cool air without being considered dangerous?" he asked, equally casual. "I've just been wandering a little off the beaten path- well, a lot off the beaten path, actually- and you just happen to be the first thing I've run into that didn't have four legs, feathers or bark. Are you expecting trouble?"
"I didn't ask if you were dangerous. And yes." Blondie said as he reached under his sarape again.
The strange man chuckled again. This close, Blondie could see that he was very pale faced and had heavy, unattractive features.
"Really? Funny. Where I come from, the streets are choked with trouble, every day, all the time. And no one ever expects it to affect them until it reaches out and sinks its claws into them. And now, out here, where things are more serene and ordered than I've ever seen them, you feel the need to stay on guard? What do you think of that?"
"Really? Funny. Where I come from, the streets are choked with trouble, every day, all the time. And no one ever expects it to affect them until it reaches out and sinks its claws into them. And now, out here, where things are more serene and ordered than I've ever seen them, you feel the need to stay on guard? What do you think of that?"
Bryce saw the newcomer, and reached for his revolver, staying quiet to avoid notice as he moved closer.
"It's my job to find trouble and stop it, so I always look for it, cause I always seem to find it." Blondie said as he drew out a match from a pocket under his sarape.
"And I suppose you do a fine job of it." The stranger said, shifting his weight onto his back foot and crossing his arms. Hollow humour aside, he seemed completely at ease, so much so that it wouldn't be hard to believe that if Blondie had drawn his revolver from beneath his serape, he wouldn't have bothered to react. It was an unsettling idea.
"Tell me, where exactly is this place? I seem to have forgotten to bring a map." He asked.
"Tell me, where exactly is this place? I seem to have forgotten to bring a map." He asked.
"Can't say." Blondie said as he lit the match and tried to light his smoke.
I will neither confirm nor deny this.Random berk said:
Can't confirm or deny what? That he drew his revolver? He didn't, he drew a match.:|?Outisakanobody said:
Whether or not there is any such weapon under his sarape, beside the revolver on his hip.Random berk said:
OOC: @Outis Oh, right. No, I was talking about his main revolver. I assumed that he wears the serape so that it conceals the gun unless he throws it back.
"No? Well, that's disappointing." The man said. "I began the day in New York City, but found myself here without knowing exactly how I got here. I've got business to take care of back in the city, so I'd appreciate being able to get back there." He glanced around at the boreal climate of the forest.
"I imagine its quite a walk."
"No? Well, that's disappointing." The man said. "I began the day in New York City, but found myself here without knowing exactly how I got here. I've got business to take care of back in the city, so I'd appreciate being able to get back there." He glanced around at the boreal climate of the forest.
"I imagine its quite a walk."
OOC: @Berk: It pretty much does, but he was reaching for his left shoulder, not his right hip.
"Probably." Blondie said.
"Probably." Blondie said.
The man's eyes flashed in annoyance at Blondie's stoicism. It had been a long time since anyone had regarded him with such unflinching ease.
"I guess you don't have much of interest to say, do you?" He continued in a slightly louder voice than before. "Some could consider that a virtue. A blessing, even. Of course, most of the time its just fucking boring." As he spoke, he began to pace slowly back and forth in the light snow. Interestingly, he didn't seem to produce much vapour when he exhaled. He must have been freezing, but didn't shiver.
"So, did you decide to come strolling alone, or are you part of a camping trip? Maybe someone else there is a bit more clued in?" When Bryce spoke he went still, then smirked again and looked over his shoulder.
"Ah, so there is another. You know a bit more about where we are then?" Sure enough, if he could se Bryce's pistol from the awkward angle, he gave no reaction.
"I guess you don't have much of interest to say, do you?" He continued in a slightly louder voice than before. "Some could consider that a virtue. A blessing, even. Of course, most of the time its just fucking boring." As he spoke, he began to pace slowly back and forth in the light snow. Interestingly, he didn't seem to produce much vapour when he exhaled. He must have been freezing, but didn't shiver.
"So, did you decide to come strolling alone, or are you part of a camping trip? Maybe someone else there is a bit more clued in?" When Bryce spoke he went still, then smirked again and looked over his shoulder.
"Ah, so there is another. You know a bit more about where we are then?" Sure enough, if he could se Bryce's pistol from the awkward angle, he gave no reaction.
"Well you sure as hell ain't on Earth, although I can't guess how far we are from it." Bryce looks over the man, taking in the heavy clothing.
Rolling his eyes, the stranger turned away from Blondie to face Bryce.
"Not on Earth?" He repeated, looking genuinely surprised. "Where the hell are we then?" As he spoke he finally seemed to notice the revolver and glanced at it with dismissive contempt.
"You should probably put the popgun away. People tend to get hurt when they start waving them around."
"Not on Earth?" He repeated, looking genuinely surprised. "Where the hell are we then?" As he spoke he finally seemed to notice the revolver and glanced at it with dismissive contempt.
"You should probably put the popgun away. People tend to get hurt when they start waving them around."