Dyo 27 81380 Julia hid in the bushes with a makeshift army style helmet she made from a bike helment and some extra green cloth she had lying around. She laid on her stomach looking about, pretending to be a solider on the battle line. Recently in her fighting class she had been studing tactics, and she enjoyed that part of the class so much that she decided to pretend she was at war. She growled lowly as she saw an "enemy patrol" raising her imaginary sniper rifle she readied a possible shot. Whispering into her "comm"-"Charilie, this is Pink Pretty Snake. Requesting Permission to take a shot!" She went silent as she waited for her "orders".
Life was trudging along at a slow, even pace. Everything was the way it was supposed to be. That's what set the young pendragon's alarms off. Nothing was ever the way it was supposed to be. Especially not for him. He was wearing sensible clothes, instead of some halucinogenic colour mixture. His head was as clear as morning dew. The single, purple bang in his hair was gone. Had he just imagined doing all that -for him at least- crazy shit? Had he just imagined going on that date? That karaoke night? He pondered all of this, and promptly slammed his forehead against the woodebn table he was sitting at, alone. It hurt. A lot. But he just winced and tried to focus on the pain rather than the rest of the world. A sound broke the one dubbed Turmoil's concentration. At first, he thought it might have been an animal of some sort, or perhaps the wind. But halfway through the sentence, it became obvious that it was, in fact, a voice. A small voice, probably a child. Which made the last few words -the only ones Turmoil could make out clearly- that much more perplexing. "... permission to take a shot!" His head moved like a snake, centering his gaze on the origin point of the noise. He was fully prepared to jump out of the way, should there prove to be any real danger. Granted, he'd never be fast enough to avoid a trained sniper, but he was prepared to try. Luckily, he didn't have to. The one who had spoken was a young Niotie, wearing a fairly ridiculuos helmet, hiding in the bushes. What the..? Turmoil looked straight at the child, with her makeshift combat helmet and imagined sniper's rifle. He cocked an eyebrow in a questioning manner.
Suddenly, the small Yki child gasped and said to her "commander" "wait, cancel that, we have a friendly in the danger zone, near the mines!" she stood and ran to the person who was sitting on the bench, and grabbed his head "Lets go Solider! Your in danger here! We have to recover to safe distance!" Her voice was serious but she had a small smile and her eyes were filled with fun and excitement. "Come on! I have to make this shot and take out their general! Lets go Private!"
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>I have to ask... Did you write "grabbed his head" intentionally?</td></tr></table> In all honesty, Turmoil had expected the Niotie to run off, or at least ignore him. He'd gotten used to having that effect on people. Especially small children, like this one. That's why he was infinitely surprised to see her move quickly and decisively in his direction. He was downright startled when she grabbed a hold of him, telling him to move it. She was apparently absorbed in some little wargame of hers, picking him as her playmate. Turmoil hadn't played any game in ages. An actual reality one, must have been literal years ago. His eyes lit up, and he returned her smile, even though it was slightly twisted intomore of a sly grin. Turmoil straightned up, giving the young female a mock salute. "Not private, ma'm." He announced, hoping, almost knowing, that the child would play along. Because that's how they worked. And even if he couldn't gain an actual advantage, it was an imaginary game, so imaginary advantages counted almost as much. "Corporal. Special forces. Stealth unit. Lead the way, ma'm." During his declaration of rank, he had gotten of his butt and into a rigid, standing position. All the while with a grin on his lips. This could turn out to be quite entertaining...
ooc: i ment hand -_- She began pulling him back to her bush to hide them behind "Im Lieutenant Jillhan. Special Forces Sniper. Codename: Pink Snake" She ducked behind the bushes and scanned about. "Damn! He went back into his tent. Were going to have to wait till he comes back out before we can take the shot." she frowned and picked up her "binoculars" "Well Corporal. Have any ideas on what we should do if he is in bed for the night? My training has taught me to be able to sit here for weeks, but I am an impatient girl." she smiled at him and looked at him with a smile. "You said your stealth right? Do you think you can sneak in and slit his throat and get out?"
Turmoil was slightly taken aback at the suggestion. Get in and slit his throat? Not what you'd expect to hear from a child. Despite himself and society, the arden was positively surprised. He put on a grim face, looking in the direction of the supposed enemy agent. "Maybe. I'm not too certain, though. What's this guy do? Why've you picked him out? Is he strategically important? Hell, he might be expecting someone to come after him. I'd rather not sneak into a tent which could potentially be filled with alert guards."
She looked back out "He is a General, but i guess your right. Armned guards are dangerous. I guess we can wait till he comes back out and i will shoot his brains out" she giggled slightly, letting her childish nature take over before composing herself back into uniform. "Well Corporal, your the assasin right? Stealth work. Got any ideas? Tell me your input" she poked his shoulder lightly.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Sorry, long inactivity. No real excuse.</td></tr></table> Turmoil didn't particularly enjoy being poked. He watched the child with a slightly downgrading before slipping back into character. "I could frighten him out... It's part of what I do. Psychological warfare. But you'll have to hit a fast-moving target, and then we're gonna have to take off before anyone notices we're here. Lieutenant?"
She thought for a moment and then looked at him alitle grimly. "I think we are gunna have to wait it out... him being a moving target at this time of evening will make it harder to shoot him, thus making things worse. Also, it will put you in great risk." She put a hand on his shoulder "Im not going to uselessly risk the life of a good man" she smiled at him and looked back out.
"Ah, but that is the beauty of my art." Turmoil grinned. The grin was taking on an increasingly sadistic twist. Perhaps he was enjoying this game of make-believe just a wee bit too much. "I can terrify with but a word, a small incantation, from a safe distance. And, naturally, do other things as well. It's not a common trait, but I possess it. I would be in no personal danger. At least no more so than you. But you're the highest renking officer, so if you say wait, we wait." He finished, sitting himself more comfortably in the grass. "I doubt this patch of shrubbery will protect us from prying eyes long enough for dawn to break, though."
Julia was silent for a few moments in the setting sun. She sighed. "Lets wait a few moments. It would be hard to get a shot off now in the changing light...lets hope he comes out soon before the sun really speeds up in going down" she frowned and yawned "So..tell me about yourself"
Turmoil made himself more comfortable, sitting down on the ground with his tail positioned lazily in his lap. The oddly coloured flame danced eerily acros the end of his tail, seemingly not touching him, even though it looked that way. It was somewhat warmer than the rest of his body, however. "Corporal Sojnyel Dletsaj. Turmoil they call me. Division: Stealth. Speciality: Sabotage and Demoralisation. No formal combat training. Limited assasination capabilities. Extensive mechanical experience. The only reason I'm in Stealth is because I can do... this," and with that, he backed of a few steps, into the shadows of a wall... And vanished from sight. For a few moments anyway, before he appeared as a darker texture against the shadow. Turmoil wasn't exactly an expert on shadow-melding.
