QuirkyAngel
White Masquerade's Blue Oni
Zachariah C. Locke
SCENE:
Phoenixes Arc 3: Scene 3 [Whole World Blind]
LOCATION:
Vantaggio Tower, West District
PARTICIPANTS:
Charlie, Hector, Hide, Raquel, Yukito, Zachariah, Mizuya
Alicia, Dante
Alicia, Dante
Whole World Blind
On the roof of Vantaggio Tower, Zach finished setting up a long-ranged, remote-controlled missile launcher atop a stand and loaded it with anti-tank missiles. A sniper rifle wouldn’t be able to reach the target he wished to hit whether he could see it clearly or not ; West District to Central District was quite the distance, after all. Besides, anything less than a missile wouldn’t do much against a trained, battle-oriented HP–least of all the Dragon King.
Jun wouldn’t be happy with him if her sister got hurt, but Zach had no intention of letting Lyric die within his gaze either–at least, not without trying anything . Helva wouldn’t forgive him. More importantly, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself, regardless of their disagreements.
Running his hand through his pink-dyed hair, the eldest son of the fallen Locke Family sighed. All-seeing eyes can be such a pain sometimes, especially for a loyal, family-loving, scoundrel like himself. Between his current job for the Queen and the safety of the King, it wasn’t as if he could choose which to prioritize. The welfare of all those he considered to be his comrades were all equally important, regardless of gang rank. A professional like him couldn’t exactly ditch his current task either.
Chucking, Zach pressed a hand to his earpiece. “The target moved backstage. There seems to be a bit of an intergang conflict between her and some other Kitties.”
And he left it at that. While he could go on and on about the details–from Alice being followed, to the kiss, to the slap–it wasn’t particularly relevant to the goal so, unless they pressed for details, he didn’t feel the need to distract them with it.
Reaching into his pocket, Zach popped a cherry lollipop into his mouth, his attention returning to the conversations in the Lucky Rabbit. At the end of the day, what Alice wished for was irrelevant to someone like him who took lives for a paycheck. No one wanted to die. Everyone wanted freedom. Whether or not people were able to achieve their desires was based solely on personal capability.
Still, her display of defiance had been entertaining to watch, and he couldn’t help rooting for her when the Tiger’s “gold-laying goose” slapped her watcher.
Her dance partner didn’t seem particularly loyal to the Tiger Gang either, though that was really nothing new.
Once more picking up his rifle, Zach gave the missile launcher a loving pat before stepping to the edge of the roof and aiming the rifle’s barrel. The angle might be different, but all the important targets were still in firing sight. HP-killing equipment. Destructive weapons. All those cost a pretty penny, but, fortunately, raiding a Tiger’s Den usually came with great fiscal rewards. Just gotta wait for the order. Zach’s tongue played with the sugary treat in his mouth.
On the roof of Vantaggio Tower, Zach finished setting up a long-ranged, remote-controlled missile launcher atop a stand and loaded it with anti-tank missiles. A sniper rifle wouldn’t be able to reach the target he wished to hit whether he could see it clearly or not ; West District to Central District was quite the distance, after all. Besides, anything less than a missile wouldn’t do much against a trained, battle-oriented HP–least of all the Dragon King.
Jun wouldn’t be happy with him if her sister got hurt, but Zach had no intention of letting Lyric die within his gaze either–at least, not without trying anything . Helva wouldn’t forgive him. More importantly, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself, regardless of their disagreements.
Running his hand through his pink-dyed hair, the eldest son of the fallen Locke Family sighed. All-seeing eyes can be such a pain sometimes, especially for a loyal, family-loving, scoundrel like himself. Between his current job for the Queen and the safety of the King, it wasn’t as if he could choose which to prioritize. The welfare of all those he considered to be his comrades were all equally important, regardless of gang rank. A professional like him couldn’t exactly ditch his current task either.
Chucking, Zach pressed a hand to his earpiece. “The target moved backstage. There seems to be a bit of an intergang conflict between her and some other Kitties.”
And he left it at that. While he could go on and on about the details–from Alice being followed, to the kiss, to the slap–it wasn’t particularly relevant to the goal so, unless they pressed for details, he didn’t feel the need to distract them with it.
Reaching into his pocket, Zach popped a cherry lollipop into his mouth, his attention returning to the conversations in the Lucky Rabbit. At the end of the day, what Alice wished for was irrelevant to someone like him who took lives for a paycheck. No one wanted to die. Everyone wanted freedom. Whether or not people were able to achieve their desires was based solely on personal capability.
Still, her display of defiance had been entertaining to watch, and he couldn’t help rooting for her when the Tiger’s “gold-laying goose” slapped her watcher.
Her dance partner didn’t seem particularly loyal to the Tiger Gang either, though that was really nothing new.
Once more picking up his rifle, Zach gave the missile launcher a loving pat before stepping to the edge of the roof and aiming the rifle’s barrel. The angle might be different, but all the important targets were still in firing sight. HP-killing equipment. Destructive weapons. All those cost a pretty penny, but, fortunately, raiding a Tiger’s Den usually came with great fiscal rewards. Just gotta wait for the order. Zach’s tongue played with the sugary treat in his mouth.
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