OOC: i hope this is alright, sorry for thewait - college is horribly busy @_@ IC: Timestamp: Mia 36th 81382 Weather: Slightly chilly, but sunny. Mori Geneva looked around with her ever cautious eyes, she was unsettled being so high like this, it dampened her senses, or at least made her feel that way. Still she had to appreciate the workmanship that had gone into the place. She wondered to herself about the old machina that kept Ajita aloft. Testing the ground with a careful foot, she sighed in quiet relief at its’ solid state. Ruffling her soft hued hair, and with a tentative pat to her orange headband, she began to fish in her jacket pocket for her electronic notepad. Cool metal contacted with her digits and she tugged the device from her pocket. The dusky blue female had downloaded a map of Ajitas’ streets, and with a green arrow to indicate where she was, she followed the direction of the arrow to store she had earmarked earlier. Absently she pushed the hair away from her face before looking around at the spot she was now walking towards. Another right and a left, and she’d be able to see the alleyway that her shop was hiding down. Pausing as she looked to the right hand street and then back to her little device, she sighed, and started a quick walk to her destination once more, only taking time to adjust the black urban style cargo jacket she was wearing. The blue femme frowned at the jacket for a moment; it was zipped up to the collarbone with the zip located off centre and to the left. Why her pockets had three zips on each pocket – two false zips that didn’t lead to the actual pocket- she could only wonder. Fashion wasn’t her strong point, though she wasn’t badly dressed. She’d paired her jacket with a pair of black ¾ cargo pants, the pockets more useful, and was filled with a Khorta card and two magazines for her gun in her left trouser leg the right carefully concealed her weapon – a sleek, well cared for Jericho 941 - It was her old reliable, her baby. Under her jacket; a simple pale yellow strappy top was worn, it was long in the body and covered the waistband of her trousers, jewellery was also simple, and two jingling silver bangles were wrapped around her right wrist. It was time to turn left, and with a slight stop, and –obviously- a turn to the left, green eyes sighted the store she had come to browse in. Gear4Guns as it was quaintly named. Her maw pulled to the side in a strange smile and she flicked her pointed ears around to catch any noise unnatural to the street and with a brisk pace set she strode down to the dark lacquered door that led into the store. The smell of polished wood assaulted her nose, and she wasn’t disappointed at the stores’ stock. It wasn’t big or commercial like some other places she had wandered in before. Everything was on display on wooden racks, the bullets for each contained in bulletproofed glass counters, which made up the serving counter that the elder Arden sat behind. His eyes shifted up from the disassembled rifle he was cleaning, and with a curt nod she stepped silently over to the long-range weaponry she had first intended to look at. She needed something with pinpoint accuracy, maybe a sniper rifle? This was why she’d come here. This particular store had a specialist range.
Vythe was leaning lightly against the heavy wooden counter located near the back of the shop. For the time being he was indifferently perusing a gun magazine that one of the shop assistants, Mechise, had left him with. For the most part it contained nothing new. Everything that was printed was at least three weeks old, if not older than that. Printed magazines, while pretty, were terribly outdated. Specially when the internet could notify you the very second that something new became available. Sighing softly, he put the magazine aside as he waited patiently for Mechise to return from the back room. It was around then that the door opened and another customer entered the store. Vythe couldn't see who it was from his vantage point. Too many displays were blocking his view. He brushed a wrinkle out of his dark grey leather jacket. He was dressed quite cleanly today, yet still managed to look casual with his light tan pants. Mechise sure was taking his dear sweet time back there.
The lithe Anubi was in gun heaven, some femmes liked clothes, Cessis' and make-up. Mori liked Cessis' enough but a gun in her hand felt better than any amount of shopping bags. Hers was an expensive hobby. There were so many to choose from in this little place the one that caught her eye was dull ocrhe, it had been painted roughly the paint uneven, but she could see past that and reconise its Durability. This particular gun was second had, or the Owners personal rifle, why was it on the rack then? Moris' hands touched the cool metal and with a polite glance backward to the older Arden, her hand still lioghtyl touching the frame, she silently asked for permission to lift and handle the weapon. To her mild relief, a subtle nod was issued her way - she didn't waste time . Lifting the CheyTac from its place, she smiled faintly at its lighter weight. She knew her limit when it came to guns and this particular peice wouldn't tax her energy on long haul bounty hunts. She didn't like the colour, and seeing as her work was often done in the cover of night its lighter colour would be a disadvantage. It had a good clear scope on it too, and a attached bipod to wait out from her vantage points. This was love at first sight. Reluctantly she lowered it and quietly padded over to the counter. The older Arden who was now re-assembling his firearm looked up from his task, he remained silent for a moment except for the small clucking sound that was coming from his throat. Mori cleared her own vocals before making to speak. <span style='color:maroon'>"Is that the only CheyTac you have? I want that rifle in a matte black if you have it. It'll take the .408 right, i'll need plenty of ammo to accompany it. "</span> She had spoken quietly, though not in a whisper, Mori was quiet spoken unless giving or answering orders, speaking loudly and arrogantly was not her niche. The elder arden looked thoughtful once she'd finished and nodding slowly before rising with a gruff 'Should do' as his simple reply he disapeared behind the curtain for a moment, Mori strained her long pointed ears forward to hear for telltale clunks of guns or magazines, all she heard was a gruff voice speaking and then almost as suddenly as he had gone, he was back. 'Just got a delivery in a half hour ago, there should be a few CheyTacs in this delivery, if you wait over there' and he guestured to the half hidden seats ' And Mech will see to to you when he gets a chance' They clearly didn't get 5 stars for customer service. But she wanted the rifle, she had the means to pay, so she'd wait. She couldn't go home empty handed. Knitting her brows together for a moment Mori closed in on the seating area she'd be stuck with for now. To her surprise there was another customer there. Mori sat off centre to him on the seat across the area. She'd reconise that male anywhere, Vythe Vidallyn; Head of security he held the target records at her old U.S.R base, he was something she aspired to be like before she'd discovered her feminine flaws. He in simple terms was her hero. An example for all to follow. She'd heard of his unbreakable defensive skills, his pinpoint accuracy with his guns. Unlike Mori he could use both hands, she couldn't take proper aim with her right - Mori was left-handed - Sure she could hit the target still she had been one of the best at Dual wielding in her regiment, but she used guestures to cast magic, so one hand was better left free. <span style='color:maroon'> "Have you been waiting for a while? I didn't see you come in after me"</span> Polite but casual at the same time, Moris' voice didn't betray the mild excitment in her chest at meeting the famous Vythe. God, the guys back home would kill to be in the same room as him. She felt like she'd finally struck gold, a once in a lifetime chance. But she'd not go all squealing fangirl on his ass.
Vythe cast a quiet look at the young thill who had just addressed him, his cool blue eyes taking her down in detail. “Yeah. Quite some time now. Much longer than I'd care to be waiting." While Vythe's words held no venom in them, it was pretty obvious that he was annoyed. Not with the girl's interruption of course, but with Mechise's deliberate slowness. His tail was burning with a fiery red heat and every now and then it would give a slightly impatient twitch. The white pelted arden took in a calming breath of air and leaned back in his chair. He took the moment to look over the girl again. She was quite an oxymoron; a soft, pretty face in an otherwise hard and ugly gun shop. While certainly uncommon, Vythe had run into similar sorts in the past (Stormwing was one that came to mind). With their sweet exteriors, they were often the most dangerous types to deal with. “I don't imagine you're here to just hang out and waste time either... So what are you getting?" he asked, figuring that starting a conversation would perhaps ease his irritation (and possibly save Mechise from some future verbal abuse).
A stray lock of hair fell into the vision of the dusky blue thill as Vythe confirmed that this place was indeed at the bottom of the list as far as its service went. She frowned at the thought of a long wait ahead of her. She wasn't one for idleness, if anything it was a small form of torture. She sighed lightly, pushing the lock of hair back from her face and she blinked her eyes in rapid sucession. She didn't really fancy the wait, but she'd not get the chance again. Plus she was in what she considered famous company. It could be worse, if anything, her routing trip had taken an interesting turn. Her ears were tuned as to hear every syllable the white arden might speak. She allowed herself a wry smile at his first comment, waiting was indeed, a waste of precious time. Mori felt the twitch in her own tail as the black orb resounded quietly off the floor. <span style='color:maroon'>"I'd certainly not planned on a wait, It'll be worth it though."</span> She looked behind her for a moment onto the empty shop floor. There was no tale tale clumps or thunks of guns coming up to greet them. She sighed a little before turning silently around to face him again. <span style='color:maroon'>" As for what i'm getting; A CheyTac sniper rifle. I've got a little bodyguard mission next week for some guys who're introducing a new medical drug. It's possible i'll be guarding outside the assigned building, so i'm getting reaquainted with a rifle. </span> Crossing her legs, but still sitting up straight, she exhaled through her nose, the stray lock of hair sneaking back in front of her eyes. <span style='color:maroon'>"I'm usually hired to be a personal bodyguard, so i'd lost touch with long distance weaponry. If i may ask, what are you getting? You'd think they'd be quick serving someone of your stature..."</span> Mori uncrossed and crossed her legs the opposite way this time. How long had he been waiting? This wasn't an ordinary customer after all, if they'd been this slow in the U.S.R they would have expected a mile lap as punishment.
Vythe nodded his head slowly. He actually found it rather impressive that she was a bodyguard, much like he was. It was generally more difficult for females to get into the field. With their slimmer builds and speed, they were usually more suited for reconnaissance type missions. “CheyTac, hm? Not too bad." Vythe was by no means a professional sniper (stealth wasn't usually needed in his day to day activities), though he certainly did know his firearms. The white arden ran his fingers through his red bangs before letting them fall back into place. A slow smile spread across his lips when the thill mentioned someone of your stature. Vythe knew he was a recognizable figure. Despite that, pendragons generally didn't acknowledge him. When he was in the room, others liked to pretend he wasn't even there. Mostly out of fear. “You'd think so... anyway, I'm supposed to be getting some new cartridge clips for my twins." As he spoke, Vythe gently touched one of the holsters he had strapped to his waist. “Originally they were supposed to be delivered, but somewhere along the line, someone messed up. So here I am. I really wouldn't be surprised if they've been tampered with. Anyway, the cartridges aren't typical. Instead of being filled with physical ammunition, they let you build up a concentration of magicka easily. The final goal is really to neutralize the target, though with the right concentration, you can get fatal shots."
Watching the smile that had begun to creep onto his face, Mori gave an acknowleging nod to the elder arden. Vythe was most likely the most respected person in her life bar her previous commanding officer. But Vythe was certainly an impressive figure, he also had a certain air of intimidation about him that she lacked. Being the lithe if not pretty female, she was often taunted by smart ass males trying to close in on her clients. Then again, to see the surprise on their faces after the first bone crunching blow made it all better, for her atleast. Her emerald eyes followed Vythes hand movement to one of his holsters, His twins , there was rumors that they filled the place of a woman in his life, and she didn't doubt it, she'd seen some pictures of the weaponry he concealed and they were gun smex for her. If he was waiting for so long for a cartridge she had the notion it was no ordinary bullet it contained. She was all ears as he began to speak again - she had been surprised at the smoothness of his voice, she had always imagined him to have a raspy voice or something- But what he was talking about was of particular interest to her. These magicka bullets he was talking about, well she wished she could afford to buy them -with her offensive magicka abilities she'd been told her bullets would decimate a foe - if she could afford them. She'd get a really big job one day, or a more permanent one, then she could buy them till her ears bled. <span style='color:maroon'>" I've read all about them, got to use a couple back in U.S.R. Its a bullet for a serious objective, over ten times more effective that the standard metal bullet. Blew the targets into dust - Titanium targets nothing more than a pile of glitter. With you protecting Miss Grader those would be more useful in comparison to the standard ammunition? 'Course i've heard there has been attempts on your life aswell, Some 'Dragons don't seem to understand just how gifted you are in your occupation, do you know you're famous in the U.S.R for your abilities?"</span>
"They're certainly effective. Of course, it's their effectiveness that's also their downfall. If you hold a charge for too long, or are continuously shooting heavy shots... the life of the cartridge depreciates quickly." Vythe shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. Things wear out. Life slowly ebbs out like the tide. "The magicka bullets are quite useful though. Seeing how you create them, you can also control them to some degree. Though I don't shoot to... completely obliterate my opponents. I generally don't find myself in a position where I have to administer fatal shots." It was true of course. Even though most seemed to see Vythe as the heartless murderer type, and his kill count was quite high, he had actually neutralized far more foes than he had outright killed. Once he had neutralized them, it was usually someone on the interrogation team that had to deal with them. And then, if they happened to be killed? Well, it didn't put any more blood on his hands. Sometimes though, in that dark little corner of his mind, he wished he had a little more of an interrogator's attitude. "Famous? Perhaps. I know I have good relations with the U.S.R.. It's always been them that I go to in order to get new recruits for my team. Their training regime is a hard one to beat. My second in command, Szambel, was one of their top reconnaissance officers back in the day. Though, that information generally isn't published as overtly. Have you ever considered training there? You look old enough to be an officer."
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>OOC: i'm sorry this took so long, college work is piled on me @_@</span> IC: Morichai made a noise of agreement at Vythes' information. Being able to control the strength of a bullet was useful, but then again it would take great control to get the power right every time. At least with her old cased ones, she could rely on her instincts if an emergency arose. She was known for her fast reflexes and quick thinking, something that wouldn't let her use magicka bullets to their full purpose. She was still listening as she thought when he touched upon the U.S.R and if she'd thought about training there. I had been her life for years, going on missions, training everyday...She still remembered the pain she was in after a mere day of training. Now though? Their training routines were second nature to her. <span style='color:maroon'> “I've already trained there, i was second in command for my squadron... i had to leave a few months back. My nature isn't suited to the missions we were assigned."</span> Mori paused, her tail chinking quietly off the floor. <span style='color:maroon'>“I'm too protective apparently. Hence why I'm doing the whole bodyguard job now. I miss the routine though, I'm still looking for a permanent job so i don't have to freelance all the time. The ones I've applied for are looking for someone who looks tough though, which generally means they hire some thug with a bit of muscle. It's nice to hear you actually look at a 'dragons training as opposed to appearance. If i may ask, where did you train Vidallyn'ba?"</span>
While Vythe was still irritated, the current conversation was pleasant enough. Sometimes it was rather nice to take a breather, sit back, and listen to someone else's affairs for a change. It was interesting to hear that she had trained with the USR. “I admit, their methods aren't for everyone. I assume that you at least completed your first year though. In retrospect, that's the most important one. All the basics are covered. Everything after that is simply refinement and practise... and practise, and practise." Vythe grinned, the whites of his canines flashing. It was an amicable enough smile, although it'd probably make most people feel a little uneasy. “As for where I train. The Graders actually have a facility here on Ajita. It's pretty close to their main corporate office, although it is a little out of the way of a few things. Sometimes I visit other facilities if I happen to be in the area, but for the most part I train right here in Ajita. Say, I don't think I've caught your name yet, miss."
<span style='color:maroon'>" Oh yeah, endless practise"</span> Mori smiled back, she definately knew that routine. But after the first year, it was much easier, even fun. Racing each other to improve times, who could carry the most and climb the walls without falling. Possibly a little sadistic, but that was their playground. <span style='color:maroon'>" Oh i completed the first year, and was there for a further year and a half. Wow I thought they'd have something like that, it must have a pretty gruelling course"</span> Say, I don't think I've caught your name yet, miss Vythe certainly hadn't heard her name yet, she had got all wrapped up at the fact she was in the same room as the Vythe Vidaylln. She was such a fan girl! just minus the screams and trying to come on to him. Her calmer exterior was something she was grateful for, she didn't think he'd appreicate her squealling at him. <span style='color:maroon'>"Oh, i kinda got caught up"</span> she said quietly, a little embarrassed for her manner slip up. <span style='color:maroon'>" Mori Geneva, sir, certainly a pleasure to meet you"</span> But despite her luck in meeting Vythe, she was surprised how long it was taking for them to be served, was it a giant maze behind that curtain? She would have been quicker ordering it off the internet! And howlong had he been waiting, he seemed to have the patience of a saint.
Vythe chuckled at the mention of the course being grueling. Grueling was an understatement. The Graders wanted nothing but the best people after all. Several things on the course, and the training regimen were purposely made extremely difficult, almost like puzzles, in order to weed out those who just weren't ready yet. While stamina and strength were important, both magic and intellect were equally balanced and practised. “Well, I believe that we're nicely acquainted now Ms. Geneva. Maybe I can put a word in for you edgewise someplace. Ah..." Vythe frowned. While he certainly didn't mind talking to this young (and quite pretty) thill, the wait was starting to get a little ridiculous. “Would you excuse me for just one moment?" Vythe said to Mori as he got up to his feet. He adjusted his jacket, sauntered back over to the counter, and then quietly cleared his throat. “By Fronna, Mechise!" The white pelted male shouted into the back room. “You better have a damned good excuse for dragging your feet back there." A loud crash could be heard from the back room, followed soon after by the sound of stumbling and then several smaller crashes. Vythe sighed in resignation.
