3rd Shot [Accidental Voice/Action]

[sapphire_sniper]

[The first half-minute or so consists mostly of a long string of expletives, and the sounds of a body working it's way gracelessly through heavy underbrush.  The hateful diatribe is punctuated by one word- it would hold no significance to any other ear in Luceti, but that one word holds more venom and hatred than everything said before it.]

Comments

[1week_wizard]

... Deculture?

[sapphire_sniper]

Yes. Deculture. I can't believe I let those robots take me.

[1week_wizard]

You may want to explain what that is.

[sapphire_sniper]

It's...

...Just substitute it for the expletive of your choice. That's the general idea, and saves us both from a history lesson.

[13th_captain]

[There's a pair of golden eyes watching Michael's trek through the bushes as he nears House 25. From that attitude, it's not that hard for him to figure out what happened-- he's been unfortunate enough to have a run-in with said robots as well.]

Consider yourself lucky you were returned in one piece.

[sapphire_sniper]

[Michael stops beside the man with the golden eyes, for a moment seeming as if trying to push out all his frustration in a single sigh.]

Usually I'm all for optimisim... but seems I just can't quite manage it right now.

...They've gotten you before too, I assume?

[13th_captain]

[The corner of his mouth twitches up just slightly in a smirk.]

With any luck, they'll think twice about trying to capture me again. I made sure they'd regret doing so in the first place.

[sapphire_sniper]

[His expression becomes a mirror of that smirk, and there's a dangerous glint in his eye.]

You have my attention...