▲ "I am Quiet... I am... the absence of words."
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May 24, 2017 7:53:03 GMT -6
Post by Quiet on May 24, 2017 7:53:03 GMT -6
Quiet didn't like being seen by the locals of any of the areas of Kindra. They sometimes gave her funny looks because of her lack of clothing. She could not help wearing barely any clothes, as her skin would be suffocated by the layers. Having to breathe through her skin did mean she couldn't wear a lot, and Quiet didn't necessarily feel like explaining her situation to the locals of Kindra. The only people who knew about her predicament were from both Diamond Dogs and XOF. Thinking about Diamond Dogs only made Quiet feel even more lonely. She couldn't help but miss Snake, Ocelot and she even missed Miller; despite his constant mistrust towards her. His constant mistrust only made Quiet more determined to prove him wrong. Quiet let out a small sigh, her sniper rifle resting in her hold as she ventured across the rooftops of various factories. The fact the place was dimmer than the rest made it easier for Quiet to keep herself hidden within the shadows. She had been hired to kill a factory manager whom had been using his money despite her employer's orders. This had obviously annoyed Quiet's employer, and he had hired for his execution. "Let's get this over with..." She muttered under her breath, lifting up her scope to her right eye, her left one closing tightly to aid with her accuracy. Sometimes having a red light on the end of her sniper rifle didn't help with keeping her position a secret, but she knew that the people in Stomend wouldn't know how to deal with. Humming a tune, she readied herself, her finger on the trigger as the red dot traveled up the factory manager's body, resting on the back of his head for only a few seconds before a shot was fired, causing his body to drop to the floor. With screams erupting from some of the women that worked at the man's factory, Quiet knew she had done her job. Turning off her red dot sight, she holstered her rifle and watched from afar. The screams were not anything knew to Quiet, so she was completely unfazed by them. MADE BY ★MEULK |
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▲ nothing but a mere illusion -
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May 25, 2017 20:17:53 GMT -6
Post by Zexion on May 25, 2017 20:17:53 GMT -6
ILLUSION ;; this is gospel for the fallen ones, locked away in permanent slumber. assembling their philosophies from pieces of broken memories. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXx NOTES here ya go kookie! | That as the sound of a gunshot, was it not? The noise had taken him off guard, that was for certain. The only time he had heard anything along those lines was whenever Xigbar would use inanimate object as target practice, though the lasers sounded like angelic choruses compared to the loud boom that could be identified as a true gunshot. It was close, close enough to make the Schemer bring one hand to his ear and stick a finger in in an attempt to cease the ringing that shook his brain.
How annoying. He hoped he would never have the displeasure of having to endure that noise all over again. He was not met with that, but was instead given the gift of listening to men and women screaming in response to what the shot had done. Interesting. A fatality? During all of his time here in Stomend that would e the first time he could truly say he witnessed someone being killed.
Not that he was there, but close enough, right?
Gray, dull eyes scanned the area, the Lexicon that had been in his hand dispersing into the nothingness from whence it came. It would come back to him once he called upon it, so having something in his hands when deemed unnecessary was rather foolish. For the first time in a while, something truly piqued his interest, an he was intent on pursuing it - that may, or may not, have been a decent idea. Normally, the blue-hared Nobody was keen on making decisions that best fit with logic, but recently, all concepts of logic that he was positive he understood had been carelessly tossed out the window.
Nothing made sense anymore. And it irked him.
Scanning his gaze upward, he took notice of a woman (a barely-clothed one at that. Odd.) crouching atop one of the many rooftops here in Factory Alley. Zexion had just been on his way home after a long day at the new place of employment he'd obtained - the Library - when this strange woman had decided to throw his plans out of habitual happening. It was irritating, but just interesting enough to where he was curious.
"You shot a man, yes?" Zexion asked with a voice in a quiet tone - it would have been too quiet for her to hear, but thankfully, all of his abilities from the life he had in the Organization remained. Of course he had less of a reason to use them now, which was nice. "I don't particularly care - I'm intrigued."
He was an entity of few words, but his words were blunt and usually conveyed what he meant. He narrowed his eyes as he looked at her, examining her facial features and trying to read everything to the best of his ability. Emotions were still far beyond his understanding, unfortunately.
"Do you not consider his life to be of importance compared to your own?" |
MADE BY VEL OF GS, WW + ADOX 2.0 |
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