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Post by Dante Stark on Sept 17, 2012 7:44:18 GMT -5
Stark began laughing before talking; "So you like to track men abit do you Cortes, that's something new.. A bit of a firecracker aren't you.. " He'd finished his sandwich about the same time Cortes had been talking about his military experience.. "I've probably been a hunter for three years.. Maybe more.. I lost count." Stark spoke he'd avoided revealing his military background as he'd rather not think back to that, He wasn't one to really dabble in that part of his life..
He was once a good soldier, then he became a good hunter that's life."But joking aside you should come out with me and Hobbs one day.. We're full of surprises when we're out on the job.. some would say we're a tad explosive.." Stark smirked shooting Hobbs a wink as he'd elbowed the table instead of her.
Stark sipped his drink as he'd waited on Hobbs to respond to him, she always did have that sense of humour that'd cracked Stark up on more than one occasion but it was all fun and games till it came down to the jobs they did.. Stark believed you could have a laugh on and off the job that's what made it bearable so people didn't snap and go fruit loops.
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Post by Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung on Sept 17, 2012 9:03:31 GMT -5
The barmaid was fatter than her? Pssh, what was new? Everyone was fatter than her. A blade of grass was fatter than her, almost. Instead of biting back, Hobbs rolled her eyes and gave a slight shrug. What he said was true, but it didn't make it consoling. Fatter than gaunt isn't fat, simply healthy.
Honorably discharged? Ooh, get him. Hobbs herself got an honourable discharge, but that was pretty much a given to anyone who got a limb blown off for their country and wasn't an absolute dick. When he went on to say he'd served six years in the Marines, Hobbs stared down through the ice cubes in her Whiskey Mac and downed half the thing in one gulp. He'd done six years and got out okay. Stark had done, what, three or four years? Herself? Out in the field for twelve months and she got on the wrong side of an RPG. She hadn't even been meant to see action, she'd been in the Intelligence Corps. She was meant to do recon patrols and set up communications. Some people just had bad luck. She just happened to be one of those.
He wasn't wrong about Afghanistan, though. Granted, she'd been out in the desert for most of the time, but she still caught the general jist of it. Hobbs looked up to find Cortes wearing a thousand mile stare, and then she glanced over to Stark. There was no need to ask about it... they all knew.
"We're a tad explosive?" Hobbs repeated. So, who carried a leg full of bombs with them at all times? Her. Who knew the ingredients of a good Molotov cocktail? Her. Who made a time bomb out of chemicals and a watch, then proceeded to blow up an entire building? Her. "You're forgetting who the bombs expert is here," she said, then glanced sidelong at Cortes and jabbed a thumb towards her own chest, mouthing silently, 'me'.
"And I've been at this about five or six months, myself," Hobbs said. "Funny story actually, I nearly got my throat ripped out by a Vampire one night and this hunter called Declan swooped in and saved my ass. From there I started doing odd jobs for him, fixing stuff, building specialist grenades, eventually started sniping for him. Then he vanished, and I came here to join other Hunters, but I've never been able to find him again. And the rest, they say, is history."
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Post by David Cortes on Sept 17, 2012 14:21:34 GMT -5
David simply chuckled and took a sip of his rum. So, it was clear these two had done some fun missions. Well, maybe not 'fun', but interesting no doubt. Finishing his sandwich, he smiled and looked over at the other two. So, they wanted him to come out on a mission? Sounds good to him.
"So I'm taking it hunters aren't truly a military organization? Pretty loose and fluid when it comes to units taking down monsters? Well, if y'all want me, I'm game. Besides, it's never a proper mission until something's blown up with high explosives isn't it?" He grinned, taking another sip of his rum. The sounds of explosions of bombs he had helped guide into targets always brought a small amount of joy with it. "Just tell me when you need me, and I'll be there. With as much firepower as I can bring if needed."
At the mention of Hobbs saying she used to snipe for another hunter, David raised his eyebrows a bit with a wide, confident grin growing on his face. It gave him an idea, and a rather fun one at that. "So, you were a sniper?" He asked, with a bit of mischief in his eye. "I got a bet for you then. Person with the best aim at taking down soda cans at a thousand meters pays the other's bar tab for six months. Think you got enough money to cover that?" He asked with a grin on his face. One thing David never lacked for was confidence. Besides, it'd be a good way to see exactly how skilled she was with a rifle, be able to demonstrate his own abilities, and an even better way to not have to pay for any drinks. Taking another swig of his rum until finally all that remained in the glass was ice, he lowered his glass with a childish grin still on his face.
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Post by Dante Stark on Sept 18, 2012 20:56:18 GMT -5
"Hey, if we're having a competition I'd have to bring a bow and arrow.. It's a old hobby, but i think i could best two snipers with a single arrow.. " Dante smirked. over confident in himself as he always was. Stark looked at Hobbs as they'd started to arrange a three way job between the group of them.
"We're not exactly a military operation.. I mean I've seen Vaughn Logan in a pair of footie pyjamas.. So we're not exactly all gung-ho like us three.. I think threes only a couple of people from the military in our group."Stark laughed. He didn't mind Vaughn Logan one bit.. He just preferred other people to have in what he'd call his own social circle.. Like Hobbs and Cortes here..
Stark continued sitting around the table, He'd gotten up to grab himself another drink, he'd retuned with a small tray of rum shots and a couple of other alcoholic beverages, he'd almost forgotten about his brief stint in the hospital and he was glad the group had forgotten about his circumstances..
He'd almost thought Hobbs had seen one of his photographs.
"So, what are we all up to later on.. Seems like it might be a nice night for a group drinking session, or something.." Stark said almost with pride.. he was feeling slightly lonely of course and he'd needed something to get his mind clear from his mother, of course he was getting over it but it still made him sad but that's life..
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Post by Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung on Sept 22, 2012 16:38:42 GMT -5
Hobbs sipped her Whiskey Mac as Cortes spoke to her, and smiled over the rim of her glass at his proposition. A thousand metres was a decent distance, but not obscenely difficult. Hobbs was an excellent shot anyway, but she'd excelled at sniping in the army. Whether her talent could stand up to six years of active duty and practice, however, was to be seen. Not like she hadn't got her own practice in, though, her face was a familiar one down at the firing range, and Hobbs often tasted out gun upgrades and new ammunition herself. And all it boiled down to was a six month tab? Hobbs could handle that; wouldn't be too much out of her own pocket anyway, and if he lost he would know intimately how much she could drink.
Hobbs set her drink down on the table, staring him dead in the eye with a half-smile haunting her lips as she weighed him up. He seemed confident, perhaps overly so. Cockiness was a deadly sin in this business, especially where underestimating the enemy could easily get you killed. But then, he was new to this, wasn't he?
Her gaze flicked across to Stark as he offered to join in with medieval weapons.
"Sorry Legolas, I think target practice is just for the big boys this time. You can't take a bow and arrow to a sniping contest. It just wouldn't be fair for you. Feel free to pick up a rifle, though."
Hobbs picked up her so-far neglected sandwich and took a chunk out of the crust. "Well," she said with a full mouth, "I was gonna continue working on making a liquid poison out of wolfsbain this evening, but I think drinking is more my style."
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Post by David Cortes on Sept 23, 2012 19:27:35 GMT -5
Cortes grinned as Stark jumped in and mentioned he could do the same with a bow. "Now, don't get me wrong here Stark. Bows are respectable... But it just doesn't have the satisfying kick that a 7.62 nato recoil causes. I agree with Hobbs, leave this competition to the big boys." He chuckled, taking one of shots Stark brought and downed it.
Looking at the two hunters, he was glad he happened to run into them today. It's always good to know the people you fight with, knowing their strengths and weaknesses, whether or not they'd have your back. And, most importantly, he wasn't going to have to pay for drinks for a good long while. Definite plus.
"Well let's see, I wouldn't say no to another drinking session. What'd be great however would be for my tab to be all paid up." He grinned at Hobbs. "What do you say to going back to the compound now, have Stark judge the contest, then come on back to the city to see if there's anything fun to do. I'm still kind of new to this city, so I'm not entirely certain of which pubs and clubs are good around here. Perhaps ya'll two could show me?"
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Post by Dante Stark on Sept 27, 2012 7:38:53 GMT -5
Stark smirked as they had insulted his bowman skills but there was nothing new, Cortes had proposed going back to the compound to have the competition and Stark didn't mind. He'd downed his drink and looked at the other two. "Sure, let's head back to the compound, I suppose i can be the judge. And i think i can probably show you a few pubs and clubs Cortesy I've been to a few of them twice or more, so it'll be a nice friendly laugh." Dante grinned as he'd looked towards Hobbs waiting to gauge her reaction and see what the female hunter wanted to do.
Dante knew she wouldn't turn down a challenge to hand Cortes his ass and then she'd win free booze. What's not to love about that he thought.
Although they were probably going to tear the town apart once they had finished there all night bender after this competition and surely it would possibly be a night to remember or a night to forget.. All in all Dante thought was that it was just being with people that really mattered even if you were shitfaced and arrested.
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Post by Hazel 'Hobbs' Yeung on Sept 29, 2012 20:03:15 GMT -5
Hobbs arched an eyebrow at Cortes as she finished off her sandwich.
"Don’t get too cocky there compadre," she warned. "The higher you stand the harder you’ll fall." Which was exactly the reason why Hobbs wasn’t being too up herself at the moment anyway. Hobbs knew she was a genius with technology, and a fantastic marksman, but sniping was Cortes’ specialty, she expected him to have the edge even if she didn’t know how skilled he was.
But it would be nice for once to have her talents openly displayed. Normally she hunched over a workbench for several weeks, produced a thing of technological wonder, and then everyone else used it without even knowing where it came from, only caring that it came in handy. She was a silent presence in the base, but if there was something she was equally good at as technology, it was target practice. She could get an immortal in the eye in a life-or-death situation at seven hundred metres. Calm, controlled, and with all the time in the world, she could get a bullseye at a kilometre.
She picked up her drink finished it off, and put the empty glass down on the table. "Ready when you are. " She stood and flexed her mechanical knee for a second.
"I’m not much of a nightclub goer, " she said, going to the bar to pay her tab. "I’m more of a sitting alone in dimly lit rooms type. " Now finished paying, she moved to the door and held it open for the guys. "Ladies first." |
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Post by David Cortes on Oct 1, 2012 17:02:26 GMT -5
Well, it was pretty clear the time at this bar was quickly coming to an end. Scarfing down the rest of his sandwich, he smiled (with his mouth still half full of the sandwich) when mentioned how "the higher you are the harder you fall." It's not like she wasn't at least half right. Swallowing his sandwich, he grinned and replied. "Oh, but the higher you are the greater line of sight and vantage point on a target."
As he pulled out his cash to pay for the sandwiches, he replied to Dante offer to take him to a good pub. "Sounds good bro. Try to leave some of the girls for me though." He chuckled, looking over at the former playboy bunny who was still ogling the lieutenant. When Hobbs asked if they were ready to go, David answered in the affirmative and stood up from his chair, following her to the bar to pay.
"You should still come with us though Hobbs. Wingwomen work better than wingmen every time." He smirked and shot her a small wink. "Besides, it'll be fun!"
Leaving the payment on the bar and saying to keep the change, he walked towards the door and laughed as Hobbs' opened the door with a light jab saying "ladies first." Oh, so that's how it was now? Let's play with that.
Grinning like an idiot, and putting on his best imitation of a southern american accent, he replied (in a bit of a girly voice) "Well thank you ever so kindly good sir~" And fake curtsied out the door. He had half a mind to just pick her up and take her with him over his shoulder (she looked as though he could probably do it with one arm if he had too) but decided against it. For now. If she pulled that again while they were drunk tonight he probably would do it.
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