[Open Log] Kinks and Freaks, Oh My!

[lightofdawn]

Hold on tight, hope you ain't scared...

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[cryptos]

Wash had thought he'd put his spastic days behind him but apparently that wasn't the case. The ugly bark of the sniper rifle being fired and the distinct whizzing sound of a bullet fired close enough to his god damned head that he heard the fucking bullet fly by had the former Freelancer nearly jumping out of his armor even as he dropped into a defensive crouch.

The knowledge that he was being toyed with struck Wash almost immediately and he felt his temper flare in answer. "Locus! You fucking dick! You should have shot me!" Tucker was all too familiar with that half shout/half shriek Wash only trotted out when he was especially stressed and 1,000% done with everything and everyone.

[agnominal]

The shadows melted away, leaving Locus standing at the top of a walkway and peering down at Wash while he sputtered. His only reaction to the outburst appeared to be a slight cocking of his head.

"I didn't."

That should stand in his favor, shouldn't it? Being able to cause harm and refraining. No. It would take far more than that for Washington to ever come close to offering trust. It's not a thing given lightly. He knows that.

He's wiser for not extending it, in truth. Given their plans for this planet, for the Reds and Blues. For him.

[cryptos]

"You COULD have, you damned psycho! I don't know what the hell kind of training you went through but you're not supposed to aim and fire when someone is downrange!" The gray-armored soldier snapped while doing his best go glare a hole through Locus with his visor.

Technically, he wasn't even downrange but the crazy mercenary had apparently decided to practice his long-range accuracy by skulking about atop a nearby walkway.

"Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you!?"

[agnominal]

That comment was neatly avoided entirely, as he moved toward the edge of the walkway, surprisingly quiet for heavy armor moving against metal grating. His gun was lowered at least, though his gaze remained steady on the former Freelancer.

"You were looking for me. Why?"

Because last he saw, Washington wasn't interested in talking. He'd all but ordered him to keep his distance, and after what happened at Bravo, that was more or less understandable.