The Brave.

If you draw first, you'd better not miss. (Independent Sam Murray RP)

[hopefulseedling-deactivated2014]

"Huh? Oh! I-I…guess so…" The sudden question from the nearby individual surprised him, but still replies casually. Unsure of what he did to make the other get to notice him, but thinks that it might be because his presence might have disturbed her peace. She did look kinda relaxed just now…

"I…hope you don’t mind if I just hang around…"

[tenaciousobserver]

"-Be my guest. It's not like I could stop you hanging around here if I had any objections anyway. Last I checked this was a public place!" She smiled and relaxed her frame in a gesture of eased sincerity and kindness, having quickly noticed the shocked reaction her question had received. She got the feeling she'd interrupted the boy whilst he was deep in thought, a feeling she knew all too well herself and could therefore sympathize with.

"You look a bit contemplative, or at least you did when I caught you off guard with that question. Something up?"

[staaahma]

[bnehlacc]

"It’s a red Corvette Stingray, but it’s got all these blue flames on it—” She offers up her keys to the other woman who really seemed to know what she was doing— maybe Rikku was in the right place at the right time for this. “—Kiiinda hard t’miss, y’know?”

Rikku actually didn’t have a car of her own, but she drove around her brother’s enough when he wasn’t hogging it— it was just easier to share a car, especially when it was one so decked out like his. He’d practically redone the entire car with modifications, being the crazy mechanic he was— blue flames to match the tattoos on himself, of course. Which is why being unable to find the car now was so problematic. 

Nobody just stole a fancy car like that! And if Brother found out….well, that was the end for her. No one cared about his car more than Brother— he was pretty much married to the vehicle with the attention he poured into it. 

"Nice t’meet’cha— I’m Rikku! Y’didn’t see it, did’ya? It’s really my brother’s car…he’s gonna kill me!” 

[tenaciousobserver]

"Red car with blue flames...yeah, I'd say that it's easy to spot. Trouble is, the thieves always like the flashy cars. They always end up selling for a pretty penny or two." She jotted down the details quickly on her notepad, all the while listening to the young girl - Rikku - talking to her. The mentioning of the car not being hers started to ring alarm bells, and it didn't settle well with Sam to hear that.

Her head shot up quickly from her notepad, eyes locking with Rikku in an attempt to figure out if the car thieves weren't the only ones about to get into trouble. She'd had enough years experience by now to know that most people using a relative's car instead of their own usually had no good reason.

"-Your brother's car? Probably explains the flames then - that's as typical a man's design as you get. What were you doing with it - you do have a driver's license, don't you?"

All of a sudden the thought of Cat's traffic incident sprung back to the forefront of Sam's memory, and she felt the onset of a panic attack creeping it's way in once more, despite her having previously convinced herself that she was over the loss of her ex. And she knew she needed to get away quickly. Panicking in front of someone she was supposed to be helping really wasn't going to reassure anyone.

"...Can you just give me a minute? I'll be right back." She managed to keep herself calm enough for long enough to run around the side of the building, just out of sight of Rikku, before she collapsed back against the wall, focusing on trying to regain a normal breathing pattern and a sense of calm. She despised these moments of weakness, and could only hope that the young girl wouldn't come around looking for her whilst she regained her strength.

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{ϟ}——”I am not here to make you believe, you asked I told. I really have no reason to lie.” Her voice still as it once was completely emotionless. Not even a sense of humanity remained with in the threads of her words. Just as her partner had said, it had been like she had slowly started to become a goddess herself. "A chosen hero to save souls of people who deserve it. I do not have to explain to you."

[tenaciousobserver]

"-So you just pick and choose the souls that supposedly deserve to be saved, is that it?" The idea of certain people deserving to be saved and others not riled Sam into a state of tense irritation, as her eyes and tone darkened. It stood against everything that her professional side - the Detective Sergeant side - stood for, and her more relaxed side wasn't so keen on the idea either.

"Okay then, savior, enlighten me - how exactly do you distinguish between who deserves to be saved and who doesn't?"

[tenaciousobserver]

"-Can't say I've ever seen that happen before."

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{ϟ}——“Savior. At least that is what they call me. Others say I am an angel of death. He is very intelligent, no one is better at his job then he is.”

[tenaciousobserver]

"-Seriously? Hate to break it to you, but I'm not really buying it." Her voice was laced with sudden suspicion as instincts forced her countenance to turn wary upon the other's confession. It didn't make sense to her and she didn't like that.

"You're a 'savior', whatever the hell that means in regards to what you do, yet some people call you an angel of death, and your supposedly super-intelligent partner is a 14 year old boy. That sounds like something you'd hear about in some magic world, not in bloody Glasgow!"

[pulsixn]

          There’s an ignorance enforced midst the mimic of accented articulation. So let that calm demeanor soak in, let it govern introductory’s render. “The name’s Fang—should be easy t’remember.”

[tenaciousobserver]

A small pause in breath allowed the name to sink into memory, as positive instinct allowed for more relaxed countenance and a softer change in tone. She had a good feeling about this one, and felt that she could get along with her just fine so long as she was mindful of her tongue.

"-Considering I don't know anybody else with that name, I think you're right there. So now the pleasantries are out the way...where the hell am I? I got a bit too drunk last night and woke up completely lost." 

[sazhrs]

“‘Specials?’ I don’t think I wanna know what those are. I just ate the regular course, fried behemoth and mashed popotos. Damn good if you ask me, you know other than getting violently sick.”

[tenaciousobserver]

"It's on the drinks menu. They sound and look tempting, but it came back up almost as quickly as it went down. You sure you haven't just got a stomach bug? I can't see why that'd made you sick - unless the meat was undercooked."

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"I have a partner but he’s 14"

[tenaciousobserver]

"...Okay, I've really heard it all now. What exactly is your occupation? I can't think of anything that requires a 14 year old partner."

[sazhrs]

"Oh man, what did I eat? My stomach is killin’ me."

[tenaciousobserver]

"-Beats me, the food in this place isn't bad for anyone's stomachs last time I checked. Drinks, on the other hand...you didn't try any of the 'specials', did you?"

[pulsixn]

    “S’just hair, nothin’ more.”

[tenaciousobserver]

"-And it just reminds me of an old friend, nothin' more. Don't worry, I actually like it, and it got us talking didn't it? Sam Murray - and you are?"

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"Are you giving me advice on not to say that?"

[tenaciousobserver]

"I never said I was, did I? I'm just saying why I don't like saying that about myself. Besides, I don't imagine you'll ever have to deal with Ryder anyway, so unless you got a work partner who's just as much of an embarrassing drunk as he is, you've got nothing to worry about."

[honorlost-deactivated20140530]

   ”Indeed—it is.” Rasler had been sitting upon a bench strategically placed on its landscape to enjoy its splendid scenery. His emotions set to an unnatural level of calmness, grey hues remained focused upon the morning glow. His body never had proper rest, never being tired wasn’t all too uncommon for the heir.  ”Early - goer.. I presume?” Nonetheless it was comforting to see another hume walking around at this hour instead of wasting their limited life away within a deep slumber. Dew still lay upon the loamy foliage, whereas the birds had been caught in their own little hymn.

[tenaciousobserver]

"Guess you could say that - the early bird catches the worm after all, right? Not that I ever cared for such a saying - I'm only a morning person because I've forgotten how to sleep through a whole night." Ever since her ex's affair was uncovered Sam's nights had been plagued with nightmares and intrusive thoughts that left her on the brink of being an insomniac, and she'd long given up on trying to sort them out again.

Her eyes were still fixed on the scenery, alert and bright despite the early time of day, as the rest of her body fought to become just as awake. The freshness of the dew always seemed to help wake her up and for some reason, the spot where she currently sat always seemed to carry an air of freshness about it, bringing about a scent associated with early morning in the woods or the fields. It reminded Sam of younger days when she often went in the woods to explore. She brought her attention back to the man who's question she'd just answered and looked back and up at him - considering he was sat on a bench and she'd decided she preferred resting on the grass itself.

"What about you - I take it you're an early person too?"

[conduitredux-blog]

His reappearance here hadn’t been intentional, what began as a quick get away from an overwhelming force of dupes turned into a sprint across the city. A domino effect if you like, each corner held more soldiers, which joined the already large group chasing him down. Unlucky for them neon was a little too fast for their bulky armour, eventually able to shake them off. Appearing suddenly in a flash of bright lights he’d not noticed the individual already on the hill.

"What? Oh right yeah the view, its uh…pretty" words somewhat rushed as he checked to make sure he really had lost the concrete patrol. It seemed like she hadn’t seen his little light show, not that it really mattered if she had, he wasn’t one to hide his powers after all. He just wasn’t in the mood to deal with screaming or having to explain that he wasn’t a menace. “So you didn’t happen to see any…oh I dunno explosions from up here did you?” A casual attempt at finding out what she’d seen, although subtly had never been his strong point. 

[tenaciousobserver]

She kept herself from getting too suspicious at the rushed response. Her instinct hadn't quite given her a full impression of the guy just yet, and whilst she'd caught him looking around as if he was hoping someone wasn't there, he didn't seem like a thug. So she kept herself calm, turning herself fully so that the strain on her neck from looking back at him gradually cleared, although she didn't stand up to be on level with him - not out of intimidation or anything though, it was literally just because she was comfortable as she was.

"I take it you have other things on your mind - call it intuition. I'm usually the same if that's any consolation. Not often I get to sit down for longer than a few minutes." She paused at his question, a look of confusion forming on her countenance as she tried to work out why he was asking such a question. "-Now would be a good time to point out that I'm what the Americans call 'a cop'. If I'd seen any explosions, do you really think I'd still be sitting here talking to you? Why'd you ask anyway?" She couldn't understand why he sounded so casual about it either, almost as if it was just some usual occurrence. Clearly she didn't know this place half as well as she thought she did. Maybe next time she'd do her research before going out anywhere for a casual stay at somewhere other than her hometown.

[pulsixn]

          “Aren’t you lot a sight f’sore eyes.”

[tenaciousobserver]

"-Yeah? I could almost say the same for you, especially with that hair. Not that I'm complaining, mind you!"

[kuravitas-deactivated20140602]

Noel actually didn’t remember how he got to this place. Once the unseen chaos had made surface to the world. His mind had suddenly went blank with regret. His burden was very deep, it was his fault. It was his doing. He shouldn’t of went to battle with his old mentor. If he hadn’t done so the world wouldn’t be so messed up as it was. Caius still needed to be stop. The Shadow Hunter can never forget the dying moment of Serah. He felt guilt, pain—pouring, weavering in the pulsing sounds of chest.

It was so stupid of him. Noel had said he would protect her, but he just ended up failing in the end. He doesn’t deserved anyone pity or his soul to be saved for what he’s done by killing the Goddess. He gritted his teeth together, his back was turned. When he suddenly heard a voice he was not familar with. He turned around, to face whoever it was. It had appear to be be some girl, dressed in strange clothing he was not familar with. “Uh—Sorry.” He said, with a quiet tone, backing away. His azure hues would look over to her. Realizing he doesn’t know what this place is. Maybe he should ask, which had seemed to be the best chest. “Miss…? What is this place?”

[tenaciousobserver]

"...You really aren't doing yourself any favors. You're standing here in the middle of a private police parking lot - which means technically, you're trespassing - and now you decide you don't know where you are?"

On a normal occasion Sam could let something as minor as this slide - she hadn't even noticed the man until she found him standing in the way of her car and normally she was far too observant to miss something like a trespasser wandering where they weren't wanted. But it was almost like a slap in the face to her to then have him ask where he is when he shouldn't even be there.

And it showed, too - she couldn't and didn't even bother to hide the unamused expression on her face as she got out her car again, closing the door with a little bit more force than she probably should've used, and looking over at him as she spoke, trying to figure out just who the hell he was. 

"Look, I should really have you arrested for the trespassing but for some reason, I get the feeling you being here isn't intentional - and I can't remember the last time my instincts were wrong about something." She leaned back against the hood of her car and looked him up and down once - nope, no signs of trouble. It wouldn't be worth getting him into a cell for the night: he didn't even look like he was in a good frame of mind at the moment and arresting him was just going to make what already looked like a bad day become even worse.

"I do want to know how you ended up here though - this might be Glasgow and it might not be paradise, but you don't usually tend to find lost people wandering onto police grounds. Might be a good idea to give a name too - might come in handy if I need to get you out of trouble should anyone else come."

[tenaciousobserver]