🎶 | @angeltabris // STARTER CALL
✧*:･ﾟ| THOUGH he's not all too CONFIDENT about the situation he's been thrown into, Siebren nevertheless regards it with grace. It took some growing used to, as does most things, but Siebren hss since settled into this new norm, even if it'll disappear within the passing of the week. Nevertheless, he's always taken health and safety seriously, often being the first among his crew to ensure that protocols were kept in a TIMELY manner. For as much as a scatterbrained man he may seem, drowning in his studies, he can be the first to spring to action when prompted.
THE weapon in his hands feels STRANGE, much unlike the hyperspheres he helped to invent. Guns are not strange to him, not entirely, but he's always stuck to wielding certain models, and only when absolutely necessary. Violence, oh how he avoids it like the plague!
ONE shot, followed by another. Aim is still impeccable, regardless of how ill fitting the weapon is in his tight grip. ❝One down.❞ Words spoken in a clear voice as a Databug bursts into data and code, no corpse to be LEFT BEHIND. Gun lowers, eyes wandering, as if expecting something to be left behind. Isn't that how video games work?
IN his silent rumination, he's focused solely upon sidewalk cracks, weeds slinking between grey stone. Gun raises once more as footsteps ECHO at his back, but just as quickly as it is pulled forth, it is lowered once again, pressed against his side awkwardly. Someone, human perhaps?
❝HOI, pleasant weather to be stopping these nasty bugs!❞