Floodwaters
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Concordia Veil - Main Corridor
Amelia's hand inched closer and closer towards Paul's prone and dumbly groaning form that was taking shape in the darkness as her eyes adjusted yet again. Every pained sound he made caused her to freeze for a brief moment, watching him for any sign of aggression, but none came. Closer... closer...
At last she approached near enough to check his belt and pant pockets. In truth, she wasn't completely sure exactly where Paul would have carried her gun; she didn't recall seeing either of them equipped with any sort of holster or backpack, so unless they simply had stuffed it into the waist of their pants, it wasn't likely that--
Suddenly Paul lurched, a delayed reaction to feeling Amelia's hand on his lower back. He rolled over and swung his arm clumsily, knocking her probing hand away, and started to clamber up to a sitting position while simultaneously shoving himself away with his heels. From his movements in the dark, however, it was clear that he was blinded either by the darkness or from the pain from the boot to the jaw. But in pain or no, he was now in a semi-sitting position, and as soon as he got his bearings, as much bigger than Amelia as he was, he wouldn't likely have much trouble overpowering her, even in his state.
Black Moon - Tunnels Outside Ye Olde Den
At Six Four's first response, Sienna's face stayed blank and unimpressed, maybe even slightly bored, as if she'd just been told an exceptionally unfunny joke. In the pause between the Freespacer's replies, however, a smirk slowly emerged, pulling one corner of her mouth upwards, displaying an aloof sort of amusement at the misinterpretation after all, but she said nothing else about it.
"All right," she answered, and glanced in the direction where Vel had headed, then waved towards Six Four's arm with her free hand. "If you got a few more of those knockout needle tricks in that hand of yours, I might have a job for you. One that doesn't involve burning corpses." She paused, and her smirk spread into a grin as she shrugged noncommittally with a slow blink. "Most of the time."
She turned her eyes once more towards Vel, nudging her chin in his direction in a silent indication that she intended to follow him.
Amelia's hand inched closer and closer towards Paul's prone and dumbly groaning form that was taking shape in the darkness as her eyes adjusted yet again. Every pained sound he made caused her to freeze for a brief moment, watching him for any sign of aggression, but none came. Closer... closer...
At last she approached near enough to check his belt and pant pockets. In truth, she wasn't completely sure exactly where Paul would have carried her gun; she didn't recall seeing either of them equipped with any sort of holster or backpack, so unless they simply had stuffed it into the waist of their pants, it wasn't likely that--
Suddenly Paul lurched, a delayed reaction to feeling Amelia's hand on his lower back. He rolled over and swung his arm clumsily, knocking her probing hand away, and started to clamber up to a sitting position while simultaneously shoving himself away with his heels. From his movements in the dark, however, it was clear that he was blinded either by the darkness or from the pain from the boot to the jaw. But in pain or no, he was now in a semi-sitting position, and as soon as he got his bearings, as much bigger than Amelia as he was, he wouldn't likely have much trouble overpowering her, even in his state.
Black Moon - Tunnels Outside Ye Olde Den
At Six Four's first response, Sienna's face stayed blank and unimpressed, maybe even slightly bored, as if she'd just been told an exceptionally unfunny joke. In the pause between the Freespacer's replies, however, a smirk slowly emerged, pulling one corner of her mouth upwards, displaying an aloof sort of amusement at the misinterpretation after all, but she said nothing else about it.
"All right," she answered, and glanced in the direction where Vel had headed, then waved towards Six Four's arm with her free hand. "If you got a few more of those knockout needle tricks in that hand of yours, I might have a job for you. One that doesn't involve burning corpses." She paused, and her smirk spread into a grin as she shrugged noncommittally with a slow blink. "Most of the time."
She turned her eyes once more towards Vel, nudging her chin in his direction in a silent indication that she intended to follow him.