{{
`${userDetail.user.displayName}${userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode ? `#${standardizeBungieGlobalCode(userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode)}` : ""}`}}
{{getUserClans()}}
1/8/2016 1:29:31 AM
1
-
"I'm not looking for anyone kid. I've already found them."
-
Um. And who would that be?
-
Edited by Will: 1/8/2016 8:50:27 PM"Why do you care?" [i] He inspects his fingernails rather boredly, which is quite comedic considering he has a glove on.[/i]
-
Wondering if it's someone I may know. I'm allowed to worry, aren't I?
-
"It's my girlfriend you dolt."
-
[b]He blushes[/b] I, um, sorry [b]He looks away, a panel on the wall suddenly seeming very interesting[/b]
-
[i]Red speaks up, even looking slightly crestfallen.[/i] "New York, 1899, Valentine, that was you wasn't it? Along with Florida, the cruiser, 1960, that was smuggling drugs out of Cuba, you too?" [i] Ronin practically smiles under his mask.[/i] "Check, and check. Seems like I have a secret admirer." [i] Those statements didn't make much sense to Nobody, considering 1899 was over 110 years ago.[/i]
-
How old are you guys...
-
[i] Red looks at him.[/i] "I'm 19. Him, I have no idea." [i] Ronin chuckles under the mask.[/i] "I've studied his actions and kills, along with hostage rescues, recon, even his swords." [i] Ronin stops chuckling and straightens up, looking at her.[/i]
-
Huh. [b]He puts his weight on his left foot and scratches his head with his right[/b] [b]His eyes suddenly light up[/b] [i]She's as old as me! I actually have a chance![/i] [spoiler]To clarify, the italics mean they're his thoughts[/spoiler]
-
[spoiler]gotcha.[/spoiler] [i]Ronin's tone gets lower when he looks at Red.[/i] "What do you know of my blades?" Red: "Only that they're the most desired swords in the world, and you hold all three."
-
Edited by Forum Therapist: 1/8/2016 9:13:32 PM[b]Nobody shuffles to one side of Ronin to try and look at the swords[/b] You mean he has [i]those[/i] swords?
-
[i] Ronin looks at him.[/i] "Yes, I do."
-
[b]Nobody looks at him with awe[/b] Damn, that wouldn't have been a fair fight. I would've had to resort to... Uh, how'd you get 'em?
-
"Long stories." [i] Red looks at them with slight awe. Ronin glances at the red Ninjato on her back.[/i] "That's Rain, correct?" [i] Red freezes.[/i] "How do you know my swords name?" [i] Ronin chuckles.[/i] "Spoilers." [spoiler]if you get that reference your awesome[/spoiler]
-
Hey, I've got time. I could go for a drink. You can't be more difficult to hold a conversation with then her. [spoiler]Unfortunately, no, I do not. I don't get many references.[/spoiler]
-
[spoiler]its okay haha. It's Doctor Who though.[/spoiler] "I'm not exactly talkative about my past. And don't plan to be." [i] Ronin mentally files away the fact that Nobody didn't even question about Red's sword.[/i]
-
Ah. Shame. I'm sure you have plenty of stories to tell.
-
"I do." [i] Ronin starts to walk away and then stops.[/i] "Tell ya what, if you tell me what's in that bag of yours, I'll have a drink with you."
-
[b]Nobody throws his head back and laughs[/b] Plenty of things. All medicinal. If you mean what I was reaching for, well, that's my ace in the hole. [b]He winks at you[/b]
-
"I could just take it from you, but that's no fun." [i] He begins to walk towards the bar and looks back at the two.[/i] "Coming then?" [i]Red shakes her head from the thought that she was having a drink with Ronin, the man shed envied and studied for years.[/i] "Yeah."
-
[b]He laughs again[/b] I think we'll get along just fine [b]He walks towards him and pats Red on the back, startling her out of her thoughts[/b]
-
[i] They get to the bar and take a table in the back, Ronin nodding at the bartender and she brings them drinks, three glasses of an orange liquid.[/i] "My personal favorite, my treat. Orange juice and vodka." [i]Red sips hers besides being underage.[/i] "You gonna phase the drink through your mask or something?" [i] Secretly she was hoping he'd take the mask off.[/i]
-
Never tried orange juice and vodka. Always been a whiskey man myself. But ditto to her question. [b]He takes a sip, enjoys it, and takes a long draught[/b]
-
[i] He chuckles and his mask retracts to show a man in his early twenties, medium length brown hair with a single lock falling in his face. He possesses piercing, icy blue eyes that seem to stare through whatever he looks at; eyes that seem like they've seen way too much. Nobody hears Red gasp a slight bit.[/i] "As great as you'd hoped?" [i] He says with a smile, sipping his drink.[/i]
