Realistic or Modern Naga Protection Program

[Ashvaliaen]

As the car sped to it's destination, Reis found herself wondering exactly what this would be like. She'd never actually met a naga, but in only a few minutes she'd be at the house of a naga man she had been assigned to protect. She'd been given a name, but nothing more on the subject. There were details she wished she'd been told, but there was no going back even if she wanted to.

Just as she thought to ask the driver how much further the car rolled to a stop.

"Do you have any questions about your task?" The driver asked curtly.

"No." Reis said before grabbing the bag she'd packed. They'd all been informed that they were to stay at their charge's house, and she only hoped they'd informed the resident of this place about that.

The girl walked briskly to the door and rapped a few times with the back of her hand before waiting for the response. She sincerely hoped he was even home, certainly she wasn't thrilled with the idea of sitting on his doorstep waiting for him to get back if he weren't. The car had already sped off as well, so she only had one option either way.


Malhyanth

 

[Malhyanth]

The sun was reasonably warm for so late in the day. The porch to his property was nicely situated that he was able to lounge across it (and with his serpentine length, he needed the full length of it!), and soak up the sun's rays like a solar panel. His caramel and dark chocolate markings pulsated with the muscluar twitches from his day at work. He'd been escorted there, and escorted back; the agency that had decided to intrude on his business had informed me until his protection detail arrived, he was pretty much on house arrest other than travelling with them to work. It was not enjoyable, as the serpentine man was not one for staying put! He enjoyed the Naga night life, as strained as it was with current human-naga tensions, and he enjoyed the social aspect of work and play. Being cooped up inside was not pleasant.

The sound of a car pulling up lead a pierced forked tongue to flick lazily as a heavy lidded eye opened slowly. He sucked his tongue back in, the subconscious motion always an annoyance to him; he was of a generation of younger naga and nagi thay simply wanted to fit in with what few human associates they had, and be able to traverse the world without fear of being attacked; with his outlandish appearance, and large size due to being of the Constrictor variety of naga, Ath' found himself becoming number one target of the naga in the area very quickly. When the Molotov was thrown through his window, the federation of naga protection was on it like a shot, and since then, it had felt like the humans targeting him were able to get away with near murder, whilst he remained locked away!!

The knock at his door set another automatic tongue flick, but Ath' ignored this one, instead peeling himself away from his lounging position upon the porch, and meandering his way through the bungalow style property. He forced his muscular body into as small a coil as possible, and opened the door. The small, brown haired lass in front of him was not what he had expected when they said they were sending one of their best. He rose on his serpentine body, looking over her head, towards the street, looking back and forth. She'd definitely been deposited at his door. His slender eyebrow, a mix of fine blond hair and darker minute scales, arched, and his tongue flicked again. His golden eyes narrowed a little at the form sat outside his door.

"Not being funny, but you're not what inexpected." His smooth voice held a small lisp from the metalwork in his tongue, and of course, due to the nature of his mouth and how it was built. He ran a hand over his tall blond mohawk, before scratching at the shorter hair on the side. He looked her over, realising she really was small. "S'pose you'd better come in, but don't get comfy. Now you're here, I'm off house arrest, and I have a gathering to get to!" He smirked, sharp teeth glinting from his brozed skin. He scratched idly at an area of scaling on his chest, covering his pectorals, as he shifted his coils to the side, and showed her in. "You thirsty? Travelled far? What's your name?" Ath' felt awkward, unsure what sort of a bond this was supposed to feel like. She was here to protect him, but but what did that mean, really?

 

[Ashvaliaen]

Reis observed the rather large naga man in front of her with well masked curiosity as he spoke, she decided he would have every right to be shocked. She was surprised too, that he would be so tall. She honestly wasn't certain what she'd expected, not that they'd given her any idea of what he would be like. They'd simply told her a name and address before dropping her off on his doorstep.

"My name is Reis Lane, pleased to meet you. Where exactly would you like me to put my bags?" She said before adding, "What kind of gathering are we going to? A party or something?"

As she spoke Reis stepped inside and looked around his house, she had figured it wouldn't be terribly out of the ordinary. After all, he was still a person. Still, she had wondered what kind of person exactly. During the long car ride she'd wondered about his habits and mannerisms.

She wasn't usually quiet or reserved, but when she met someone new or faced the unknown the trait was known to show. Usually it was a sign she was thinking, but to most it would simply seem like she were possibly just shy. She didn't usually notice when she was acting uncharacteristic.

 

[Malhyanth]

Athisk smiled at her again as she looked around his home; it was quite simple really; a few ornaments from his Naga heritage, a large curved sofa, a wall mounted TV, the kitchen off to the end of the building in the open plan lounge-kitchen area, with a large central station, and work surfaces around the edge. The hallway they were in now lead on to three further rooms, an office, a bedroom, and a bathroom. He looked at her single bag, and indicated the bathroom; he slithered around her, coils giving a soft scuffing sound as his scales slid over each other. He opened the door and revealed his smart, perfectly placed bedroom; the bed was circular, rather than the usual human square. He spread his arm out and indicated she enter. His tongue flicked, the metal work in his mouth clicking as it passed over his sharp teeth.

"You have this one. I can use the study or the couch." He left the door open, and turned, his huge body unravelling, and circling around Reis as he traversed his way through to the lounge. It took a couple of minutes for the full length of his body to pass the woman, so she could step into the bedroom. He gathered items from around the room; a shirt which was decorated with a cobra, and a belt which held a few pockets, where trouser pockets would be, as well as all manner of decoration; chains, a few key rings, a long tied off bandana. He threw these onto his body, and continued through to his kitchen, taking a beer from his fridge. He realised there were really all that many meals in there; a few items that would make one or two meals, but he didn't tend to need to eat very often, and he kept food in his home for situations like this, where he had human visitors. He did still have human friends after all.

He clipped the lid off the beer, and slugged it deeply. "So..." He shouted through, draping himself over the curved sofa. "What are you? A detective? A sargeant? Some sorta officer, yeah? You gonna join me in a drink?" He watched through the open door, to where she'd entered his room. His long body continued to slither over the back of the sofa, gathering around his humanoid form, as he waited for her answer. He glugged on his beer bottle, enjoying its taste.

 

[Ashvaliaen]

Reis thought to argue about taking his room, this hadn't been something she accounted for. She decided to address the matter later, but for the moment she just placed her bag inside the door. She hadn't packed anything more than her clothes and the few items she never left behind for more than a day.

At his first question she replied, "I'm a military officer, just a private." and to his second question she said, "I might as well, I haven't had beer since before I joined the military." she figured there'd be no harm in having a drink. At that she headed to grab one for herself.

The last time she'd had beer had been at the party her family threw her in celebration of her acceptance into the military. So she was reminded of that as she reached for a bottle, and she wondered what her sister was up to now. Last they'd spoken, she was looking into pursuing a career in engineering. She was the only one in the family who'd shied away from military work, even Reis's grandmother had been a military nurse.

When she had her beer and got it open, Reis went to the living room to sit down.

 

[Malhyanth]

Scaled coils shifted and slid over one another to provide space for the military lass to seat herself. The soft "shhhik" of his body sliding over itself was dry and rasping, and though he seemed to constantly be moving, his humanoid torso was still, leant back in the sofa, as he sipped from his drink, assessing her with those harsh golden eyes. His tongue flicked a few times, the metalwork clanging again against his teeth, as he considered the woman, and he slowly relaxed around her. Her reason for being here, after all, wasn't exactly a comfortable thing; his life was in danger enough for someone to think putting an armed guard in his house was required. He had little clue whom wished him that much harm.

"Private huh..." He commented, swirling his bottle of beer, and scrunching up just nose, before pulling a large coil closer to himself, making the whole long, muscular section of serpentine body roll and slide against itself. He rested his beer bottle upon the raised coil, and thought to himself, humming a little tune for a bit, feeling awkward. "So, ah... how does this work then? Do you just... follow me, or something?" He watched her with narrowed eyes, picking at a loose thread on his shirt. "You're ah... how should I put this... a bit of a bad omen, y'know. Following me about. I'm not sure how my pals are gonna take me having an escort... chaperone... whatever."

Athisk rose, draining the last of his bottle, before taking it to its designated bag for recycling. He crossed his arms, and looked her over. "You always gonna look so formal?" He ran a hand over his tall mohawk, trying to assess what to make of this woman.

 

[Ashvaliaen]

Reis though over her answers carefully as he asked each question, occasionally taking a sip of her drink. She hadn't been instructed on special formality or protocol, the orders were simply to guard and investigate. Of course, she knew what they expected of her and the unspoken specifics of those orders. She knew, too, that the orders had had to be vague. It was, after all, a specialised unit with freedoms that grunts wouldn't have. She was expected to figure out the best way to do her job without creating unnecessary problems for her higher ups.

Finally she decided on her answer and said, "I will have to follow you, but if it will cause problems for you I have no orders to stay within the sight of you or your companions. Honestly, my orders are pretty lax. Make sure you don't die, get a severe wound, or get kidnapped. That's it, my only other order is to investigate should there be an attack. As for looks, this is just my personal preference. I never really thought of it as formal, just practical for concealing weapons and various tools." she sounded more matter of fact as she answered his questions.

It seemed to Reis, that now was probably the best time to discuss how she should treat the situation. A fair part of her training had been dedicated to subterfuge once she'd chosen the branch she was in, and one small handgun of her held a far less deadly bullet than the other she carried. She usually carried multiple tools for capture as well, today though, she had left them out of her outfit plan. Today, she had only her two pistols beneath her jacket; that was the minimum she would carry at any given time. It was a suggestion from her parents, and seeing as they were more experienced Reis had decided to listen.