Fantasy Imperfectly Perfect ‖ Uprising of the BlOod Rose

[Wilcox]

Davice tackled Talon and the two hit the matted floor. Done messing around in this little sparring match, he unsheathed the curved dagger from his side and pointed the tip to Talon's belly. The blade had just the right amount of curve to slide underneath the rib cage and do major damage to internal organs. "In a real fight, you'd be dead. I think I've earned hearing your name."


Standing up off of Talon and sheathing the weapon, Davice looked to the third person in the training room. She seemed to have been watching the fight. "Proving your worth to an ally is never pointless." He brushed his hair out of his eyes with a slight smile as he offered a hand to help Talon up, still looking at Erika. "And what do they call you, Ms.?"


(@HellONHighWater your post wasn't ignored. I believe Davice offered for Erika to join in the Sparring) 
(Just got "The cake is a lie!!!" trophy. Turned 20 today)

 

[The Suspicious Eye]

(whoops I guess I never hit reply:sweat


Talon was going to grab the Davice's and knock some sense into him, but the girl's voice distracted her for a moment giving Davice a opening. As she was tackled to the ground and as the knife appeared the tiger gave a low growl about to pounce on Davice. Talon signaled him to stand down and sat up as Davice got off her.


(And yeah you equally controlled my character and see how much better I take it) 
(and happy birthday)

 

[Wilcox]

(Ha, you said you were done with fighting. I figured I'd do you a favor and finish it up real quick.)

 

[The Suspicious Eye]

(yup it's all cool :cool

 

[Hell0NHighWater]

((Yeah I saw that. But, Erika isn't....she sucks at hand to hand combat anything close range she would easily get her butt handed to her. She knows that so thus she would refuse or need some very strong persuasion. Also, Happy Late Birthday. I got that trophy Tuesday, lol))


Erika cast her glance back to the boy. Both, were obviously flawless much to her annoyance. It wasn't that she disliked their kind, it was that they always made her feel so uncomfortable in her own skin and for that. She hated the idea of perfect people.


"I. Don't have to prove myself to anyone to know I'm good."


She countered a little harshly, ignoring the request for the name. She was sure it was for Tiger Girl anyway. Watching the two get to their feet she let out a slow breath of air before waltzing down the shooting range to retrieve her score sheet. Ripping the paper off, she studied the bullet holes in the paper thinking to herself about how she could have done so much better.

 

[Wilcox]

Davice glimpsed over Erika's shoulder for a good look at the target. The girl's aim was exceptional. "Your aim... it's slightly better than mine I think."


His eyes left the target and settled on the sniper rifle as he wondered if it was custom made and if so, he wanted to take it apart. "I don't know too many that specialize in long range rifles and have such precise aim. However, I have heard of one - a rumor so to speak - goes by the alias Ghost. Possibly one of the best operatives that the Bloodrose has to offer. Wonder if they're still surviving..." Davice wore a slight smirk on his face that made it blatantly obvious that he knew more than he let on. The expression sometimes worked as a poker face to get more information out of people.


Davice's orange colored eyes broke focus from the sniper rifle and drifted slowly to the left.

 

[Hell0NHighWater]

Her gaze slowly slid to the man behind her. The expression her wore, accompanied with the things he said could quite possibly mean he knew who she was. The only other problem with that would be that her files were classified and thankfully for a good reason. Crumpling the paper, she let the sheet fall to the ground before flattening the fresh one hanging up.


"That so."


She said softly, pausing for a moment to think of how she wanted to word what she was going to say.


"Too bad no one knows. Ghost isn't the type to walk around with a neon sign on their head."


Erika mused softly, noticing his gaze fixed on her rifle. A small amused look entered her face when she noticed how quickly his gaze drifted away. Pulling her hair up into a ponytail, she revealed the scar that slid across her right eyebrow for a moment before the bleach blonde hair slid slightly over it. Keeping her fingers busy, she reloaded her gun carefully not looking back to the man.


"If you wish, you can try you're luck. Assuming you'd know how to operate her."


Erika continued after another long pause on her part. She was curious, only by the way he spoke of her as Ghost.

 

[Wilcox]

"A neon sign, huh. That would be amusing." At first, his suspicions of the girl being tied to the alias, Ghost, were only 10%. The only reason he had brought it up was due to the girl's precision with a rifle. Not many could match his technique with weaponry. From word alone, Davice figured that this Ghost was a specialist possibly superior to himself in the given field.


Now however, his suspicion had jumped to roughly 23%. This was based solely on the words 'Ghost isn't the type', a sentence structure that hid knowledge on the subject but reflected the true information. Also, judging by the girl's extended periods of silence, she was analyzing Davice's responses to find out how to better approach his inquiries. Something that was typically done to work around a subject or to learn what the other person is trying to hide. Of course, there was always the possibility that she just didn't know what else to say.


"Sure, I'll give it a try. Custom made correct? Specialists rarely settle for only standard issue." That was a bit of implied truth on Davice's part. Specializing in the usage of weaponry, he preferred all of his equipment to be hand made and assumed that others did as well.


He gently picked up the rifle and shouldered it, testing its weight against his to find the altered center of balance which was unique for each weapon and stance. "I have a feeling that somebody knows..." he quickly changed the subject, "she got a name?" he gestured with the rifle by slightly raising it.

 

[Hell0NHighWater]

Erika watched his every move rather emotionlessly. Keeping note of his every word. It wasn't that she cared if people found out who she was. Erika just was never too thrilled with the stares. When people found out she was Ghost. The operative who took down countless people in the past without batting an eye. It was hard to move past the initial shock of Ghost being a woman. From most reports and hear-say, Ghost was typically discribed as a man.


"It was made for a friend of mine in Russia. I wouldn't call me a specialist."


Erika stated, letting her eyes openly scan his posture. He wasn't too shabby, though he wasn't an expert. She made the tell by the way he squared his shoulders a little too far to one side along with the amount of space between his feet. Biting her lip, she watched him gesture with the gun asking something about a name. Moving her gaze up, she held eye contact with him for a good minuet.


"The gun's Venus."


She processed his quick change before making the decision to move closer to him.

 

[Wilcox]

It? That was somewhat abnormal. When a person was referred to but only a code name was known about them, people generally addressed them as 'they' or by default figured them to be male. "You talk about the individual as if they were an appliance, a weapon in this case, devoid of anything human." His faint smile was to make him look as though he was just probing for a normal conversation.


Davice hit the button for the target to slide down the cable. Rather than laying down with the rifle, he sat down with both knees up in front of him. With the gun shouldered, he leaned back until the balance was just enough forward of the center of gravity to absorb the gun's recoil. It was a somewhat odd firing stance but it was what Davice was most comfortable with for heavy weaponry.


He decided to take a risk and push the conversation forward, figuring he had at the least a 50/50 chance of being right, given the facts about general human assumptions. "You see? Specialists name their favorite tool that god gives them. It is what truly makes that weapon belong to you. Like naming kids or a pet, it becomes a part of you. Ghost would've named her most favored weapon as well."


While chambering a round, he glimpsed up at the girl to gauge a reaction, intending to take note of even the slightest of changes in her demeanor.


After a moment of silence, Davice had a thought he found to be somewhat humorous and decided to share. "Was just thinking, what if I was Ghost and just messing with you?" He said it as convincingly as he could but couldn't hold back a playful smile.


(Funny thing, Davice is the most like myself than any other character I have made.)

 

[Hell0NHighWater]

Erika shook her head, only now catching the error she had made. Her grey eyes searched his stance willing body language to spell out what he was thinking. She knew she should have just shut up, been quiet about the entire matter. He was a sharp one and possibly already had pieced two and two together. There weren't many women who could handle long range weaponry like she did. Her being Ghost was bound to come out sooner or later.


"Ghost is an appliance."


She stated rather coldly. Continuing to watch him as got ready to fire her gun at the target. Erika couldn't help but notice his position. It was almost laughable, to her at least. It could have been worse...she could give him at least some points for knowing how to counter the kick back.


Her eyebrow arched at his response, ignoring the gun statement but taking interest in the one where he referred to himself as ghost. What an odd statement to make when you know you could be speaking with the real person. She could only assume that he wasn't as sure as she had originally thought, that he was fishing for any type of information he could get out of her. A sly smile grew on her pale lips, placing her hand on the back of his shoulder blade in a slightly taunting manner.


"Is that so? Well then, Ghost, let's see what you can do."


She mused darkly in his ear, an expression of pure amusement coming onto her face. Thrilled with the idea of a challenge.

 

[Wilcox]

He squeezed off a round, hitting the target just 2 inches to the right of the center and his smile became noticeable for a moment. Davice chambered another round as he looked back to the girl. "99% accuracy, your rifle is well sighted in."


Aiming again he fired another round, creating a hole about 13 inches above the center this time. "That's two."


"You know, each operative has their own story, their own flaws... a unique individuality..." He chambered his third round and aimed as he spoke, pausing as he exhaled slowly. The third shot rang out, leaving a hole roughly 15 centimeters below the first. Lowering the rifle, Davice glanced at the target in the distance. "There, a heart shot, head shot, and lung shot. If you drew a human with the center of the chest lined up with the center of the target."


Standing up only took a single motion from his sniping position, since his feet were already flat against the floor he only had to lean forward. Davice held the rifle out to the girl in both hands. "Don't sell yourself short as being just weapon. Bloodrose operatives are more than tools, you're an individual like the rest of us."

 

[The Suspicious Eye]

Talon threw herself up and was comforting her tiger as he was still riled up from the battle. She smiled at the interactions between the two, wow all these operatives getting to know someone really cheers the place up. She patted the tiger's head and smiled "calm down, there friends." Talon finally calmed the tiger down and walked over to them. "I agree with him we are all unique. Although, we have been put together by unwanted circumstances we can make the best of it."


She smiled and extended her hand toward Davice "I think I owe you a name, It's Talon, nice to meet you."


(Sorry for the inactivity, no post= no notifications )

 

[Wilcox]

Davice shook Talon's hand. "Good to meet you, operative Tiger. Don't be surprised, the giant kitty is a dead give away."


"I am operative Alinko," this was directed to both girls "former vigilante, now Bloodrose, and expert in all forms of weaponry." He spoke with a most formal tone when introducing himself.


(Haha, Hellsing. Good times)

 

[The Suspicious Eye]

The tiger growed deeply at the man in anger. Talon laughed hardily at his introduction, him a kitty, oh if they knew. Talon smiled "He's a tiger which my last name is not, just call me Talon. I'm a brawler, former weightlifter and dual chain sword weapon master. Pleasure to meet you operative Alinko." She turns and nods to the girl as well "Talon."

 

[Hell0NHighWater]

Ghost eyed that man carefully, her amused expression fading almost as quick as how it appeared. Taking her gun from him she glanced at the target, noting how it might look impressive to most. To her, that was just average. Being skilled in one subject did that to a person, Erika took her eyes away from the target and back to him and then to the girl. She looked away from the two, pausing to gather her thoughts. She was sure that neither of them had been through the hell she had and survived.


"Expert perhaps, but no master."


She stated quietly, watching them. Originally she had just assumed that he was a flawless like the girl here. He didn't seem...flawed. Then again, this was from the point of view of a woman who had scars littering her entire body.


"Not everyone is equal. I am a tool, I do not exist for my own causes, and the only reason I am here today is because of Ghost. I do not sell myself short when I say that I do not deserve to be qualified as a human being."


She said without thinking about it. The way the words came out of her mouth sounded like she had recited them countless times and had just started believing it herself. Taking her gun to the back of the room, she got into a kneeling position, let out a breath as she clicked in another round before firing. Three times in rapid succession. Setting her gun against the wall, she looked at Alinko before looking to the target and making a move towards the door.


There were no new bullet marks on the sheet of paper.


But, the holes he had shot previously seemed to be a centimeter bigger than usual.


(HELLSING!!!)

 

[The Suspicious Eye]

Talon looked impressed at the girl's abilities with a gun. "Wow, you're awesome. I sure hope I'm never on the other end of that gun, I'd be done for." She smiles at the girl and leans down closer and got right in her face, then she pulled it. "Well you are made of flesh, your heart is beating, your skin is warm and you definitely have emotions." She leans back and looks down at the girl "you seem just as qualified to be human as I am. Heck, with your skill I'd think you were a flawless." She puts her hands on her hips and gives the girl a bright grin. The tiger walks over to the girl and brushes himself against the girl "Plus White likes you and he only likes real people. So your definitely 100% human."

 

[Wilcox]

"Heh, flawless. What a joke." That term was irritating and he let it show on his face and voice for a moment. "Perfection is but a term used to describe that which is without fault. To be without flaw is to be inhuman and derived from something inhuman. To deny your flaws is to deny your humanity. Even the so called 'flawless' have their own faults, therefore they're just another kind of human."


Davice approached the sniper. "Nobody here with their own cause or sense of purpose. We were all dragged out of some alley way or dark corner and had somebody else's ideals and purpose dropped in our hands. The code name and body is somebody else's tool," he poked the girl's forehead "but your mind is your own."


He turned around and pulled up the brown hair from the back of his neck. Underneath was a tattoo of an orange colored rose. "Before I was recruited, my sense of purpose was absent. My body moved towards putting down the wicked but my mind was absent." He smoothed his hair back down.


Davice spun around, looking directly at the sniper. "If you don't bother to introduce yourself, I might just come up with a name for you."

 

[Hell0NHighWater]

Erika frowned looking at the two. Apparently they had mistaken her meaning for her not being worthy of the title of human. Pausing her delayed exit, she let her eyes travel to his tattoo. It was pretty, colorful, so unlike hers that it struck her as strange for a long moment. Feeling his finger poke her in the forehead as he made his point, she could only stare. Never in her life had she looked as much like a deer stuck in headlights then she did at that exact moment.


Sighing, she recovered and took the option to look away from the two and to the tiger that was rubbing against her leg. Erika wanted to disagree, to explain to them that her past was too bloody, she would never have the will to think for herself. The only thing she was ever taught was to follow orders, what good was a soldier with free will?


Lifting her left hand, she slowly removed her glove showing the twisted grey and faded green rose. It stood out against her pale skin and black nails. Moving her eyes up to meet the two people's gaze in front of her.


"You know my name."


She said softly for a second, he had deduced who she was when they were chatting and now that she had removed her glove to display her mark she was absolutely positive that the both of them knew her alias. Slipping the glove back on her hand, Erika turned and headed towards the door once again. She wasn't too interested with sharing back stories, especially sense no one would understand.

 

[Wilcox]

"No, I don't. I only know you by reputation, now as a person." His eyes drifted to the top left in thought. He had practically run out of things to say at this point. "Same goes for me, I'm unrecognizable by name, so I shared my alias." Davice started making his way to the door as well, not knowing what he planned to do next.


"I'm not from this hideout. I'm nobody for now." This was said aloud but was more of an afterthought and was directed at no one. "Perhaps I'll try to find a way to drag an old friend of mine here."