Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2014 6:50:41 GMT -5
Orfeo stayed surprisingly steadfast and unfazed when Alder shifted. Sure he had never seen anything like it in all his life but why should he be afraid? The man could bleed, then no doubt he could die too. That was a comforting enough thought to make Orfeo not even blink, just look at him with an expression on his face that showed clearly how unamused he was by this all. Damn he was just tired. He was heading on back home after a hit on a pack. Like he had said before, his day had been total shit and now he has been dragged into something else that he really didn't want to be dragged into in the first place.
He turned his head to stare at the dog. That got the most reaction out of the little fear show Alder was throwing at them. Whereas Decoii seemed disgusted and Angus seemed... Well he really didn't tell to well. All Orfeo did was blink, roll his eyes, and let out an even louder sigh of irritation. "Fucking get this done already," he said in a bored tone.
The next few events happened quickly, soon enough Orfeo found himself on his hands and knees on the floor, turning his head to look at the bleeding gunshot wound. He had experienced worse than that, and although it hurt like a bitch at the moment he shrugged it off and told himself that he would live. Orfeo had already lost count on how many times he has been shot. His body was riddled with horrible gunshot scars that never healed properly. His head perked up at the scream, and he watched slightly amused as Decoii entered what could be considered a panic attack, screaming out to Angus like he was the greatest thing in the world.
He watched, blinked twice, and then sat himself back on the bloody floor as it dawned on him. The girl must have feeling for the guy, and vise-versa. Well he didn't know what to say though. He wasn't about to say anything actually. She didn't ask for his help to open the door, which he would have if she asked nicely. Sure he wanted to shoot the damned bitch but he didn't feel like getting himself shot again for 'disobeying orders'. Besides, by then he was more calmed down.
"Need help?" he asked softly, then chuckled lightly and shook his head as he got up from the floor. "What am I saying. Of course you don't need my help. You can handle anything." The edges of his lips quirked up in a mocking fashion as he began to slowly walk towards the exit of the room. He looked around at all the blood, most of it coming from the man that popped like a balloon. He almost laughed when that happened; it was almost like something out of a cartoon. Only more bloody, and real. "Here's hoping the man isn't dead. Maybe horribly injured? Maimed? Bleeding badly at the other side of that door with you so close yet so far. Shame."
Without another word Orfeo shrugged his shoulder, gasped lightly at the sting of the pain from his wound, and then walked out towards where Alder was calling out from. Orfeo didn't put much thought into Decoii freaking out over Angus, or for that matter what had actually happened to Angus. He headed to the weapons locker and merely smiled happily. Sure it wasn't as extensive as the collection he personally had, but it had what he liked. He took an M87 50. Cal Barrett Sniper Rifle, using a sling to strap it to his back before taking three clips and shoving them deep into his pockets. He looked around a little more, spotted an S&W M500 Magnum and took it. Finally he took a serrated eight inch combat knife and sheathed it against his hip.
Satisfied with his selections, he turned to follow Alder. Frankly he would have much preferred to shoot the man in the head and get his entire dilemma over and done with. Only thing was that this man was not human nor was he shifter. Orfeo may have a complete disregard for human life. He may look at death in the eyes, spit on his face, and tell it to fuck off before he beat its ass back down to Hell. But he wasn't stupid, and playing along was probably the best choice he had at the moment.
He turned his head to stare at the dog. That got the most reaction out of the little fear show Alder was throwing at them. Whereas Decoii seemed disgusted and Angus seemed... Well he really didn't tell to well. All Orfeo did was blink, roll his eyes, and let out an even louder sigh of irritation. "Fucking get this done already," he said in a bored tone.
The next few events happened quickly, soon enough Orfeo found himself on his hands and knees on the floor, turning his head to look at the bleeding gunshot wound. He had experienced worse than that, and although it hurt like a bitch at the moment he shrugged it off and told himself that he would live. Orfeo had already lost count on how many times he has been shot. His body was riddled with horrible gunshot scars that never healed properly. His head perked up at the scream, and he watched slightly amused as Decoii entered what could be considered a panic attack, screaming out to Angus like he was the greatest thing in the world.
He watched, blinked twice, and then sat himself back on the bloody floor as it dawned on him. The girl must have feeling for the guy, and vise-versa. Well he didn't know what to say though. He wasn't about to say anything actually. She didn't ask for his help to open the door, which he would have if she asked nicely. Sure he wanted to shoot the damned bitch but he didn't feel like getting himself shot again for 'disobeying orders'. Besides, by then he was more calmed down.
"Need help?" he asked softly, then chuckled lightly and shook his head as he got up from the floor. "What am I saying. Of course you don't need my help. You can handle anything." The edges of his lips quirked up in a mocking fashion as he began to slowly walk towards the exit of the room. He looked around at all the blood, most of it coming from the man that popped like a balloon. He almost laughed when that happened; it was almost like something out of a cartoon. Only more bloody, and real. "Here's hoping the man isn't dead. Maybe horribly injured? Maimed? Bleeding badly at the other side of that door with you so close yet so far. Shame."
Without another word Orfeo shrugged his shoulder, gasped lightly at the sting of the pain from his wound, and then walked out towards where Alder was calling out from. Orfeo didn't put much thought into Decoii freaking out over Angus, or for that matter what had actually happened to Angus. He headed to the weapons locker and merely smiled happily. Sure it wasn't as extensive as the collection he personally had, but it had what he liked. He took an M87 50. Cal Barrett Sniper Rifle, using a sling to strap it to his back before taking three clips and shoving them deep into his pockets. He looked around a little more, spotted an S&W M500 Magnum and took it. Finally he took a serrated eight inch combat knife and sheathed it against his hip.
Satisfied with his selections, he turned to follow Alder. Frankly he would have much preferred to shoot the man in the head and get his entire dilemma over and done with. Only thing was that this man was not human nor was he shifter. Orfeo may have a complete disregard for human life. He may look at death in the eyes, spit on his face, and tell it to fuck off before he beat its ass back down to Hell. But he wasn't stupid, and playing along was probably the best choice he had at the moment.