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[iamnotmereally]

You read ORV!!?!?!

OMG YOU TOO????

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@akalocus​  ||  x 

〔 First instinct is to replicate that suspicion, that alarm. Raise his gun and      snap the other soldier directly between cross hairs.                                 ( slower, hesitant, the delay barely noticeable                                   but still there. felix would scold you for that                                   and you know it. )      Posture changed, shifting so his side is forward rather than his chest,      smaller target, harder to hit. A crude mimicry of his partner. Less flash      and glamour, more tactical and precise.

     Unlike this other man, however, Locus didn’t bother bringing his gun      to eye level. The mesh guiding him, gridlines and dots acting as his      sights, lining up with pinpoint precision. No mistakes, no miscalculation.                                 ( you, soldier boy, you, WAR MACHINE, have                                   never made a mistake. )      But that voice. The dull dome of his helmet tilted slightly, curious.      This man sounds just like him. Reverb and growl, identical and the      same. Perhaps a voice modification, meant to confuse, buy time.      Prepared to open the comm to Felix, but not yet. 〕

» You are in a restricted area. Leave the premises     immediately or we will open fire.

〔 We. A warning that he’s not alone out here. But is it true? Perhaps. 〕