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I Swear I Won't Shoot
Topic Started: Oct 11 2010, 08:51 PM (3,033 Views)
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((Micheal Raynor continued from When the Bite Just Isn't Sharp Enough ))

"This sucks." Micheal muttered to himself as he trudged along the shore with no location in mind. "This really, really really sucks." It might not have been so bad if he'd decided to go with Sofia. Maybe he wouldn't be finding Mady, but at least he'd have someone watching his back. It wasn't that bad, not with the claws sitting pretty in his bag, but it sure didn't help his paranoia. Instead of making his way along the island with a partner, he was wandering along. Probably a prime target for anyone with a decent weapon, too. Someone with a gun, hell, someone with a bat. The claws wouldn't be much good if he came up against someone who actually knew what they were doing. Still, it was a confidence booster. At least he had something.

It was lonely, tense night, he could tell you that. He didn't know where he was going either, so most of the day was spent wandering aimlessly. By the time night fell, it seemed like he'd crossed the whole damn island three times. His forehead was covered by a constant sheen of sweat and he seemed to be constantly out of breath. The question of the day? 'Why the hell did I come along on this trip?' That was never far from his thoughts and he couldn't for the life of him come up with a good reason. What was he thinking when he got on the bus?

Didn't matter now, he guessed. He was here and he probably wouldn't be going home. That was all there was too it. All he could do was try and keep going as long as he could. It could be like Horde mode, minus the chainsaw assault rifles. Geez, he hoped it was minus chainsaw assault rifles. If some jock loser had a freakin' Lancer, he was calling bullshit. If he saw someone coming at him with a Lancer, he was going home.

Micheal stopped short, cutting out in mid-step. Was that a person further down the beach? It sure looked like a person. A person who might potentially cut him in half with a chainsaw. Wait, no, not the chainsaw, but they could have some sort of weapon. But that wasn't fair. Everyone would have some form of weapon. As he drew ever closer, she looked to be crying, so that was...better? At least she wasn't giggling and talking to herself, right? That was a little comforting. He stopped a few feet away from the girl, moving carefully and, hopefully, silently.

"Uh, hey? Hi, how are you doing? Not crazy or anything, right? I mean, if you are, that's cool. But, you know, I'd be fine with you being normal and not blood-thirsty. That would totally be cool with me. But, uh, you okay? You hurt or something? I think I have a medkit or something, but apparently they don't heal you instantly here, despite this all seeming like a video game, am I right?" Micheal didn't wait for a chance for the joke to miss, so instead he held up his hands to show he didn't mean any harm. "Joke. Totally a joke. Uh, I'm Micheal, if you're not crazy. If you are, I'm...someone else."
"There are, it has been said, two types of people in the world. There are those who, when presented with a glass that is exactly half full, say: this glass is half full. And then there are those who say: this glass is half empty. The world belongs, however, to those who can look at the glass and say: What's up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is my glass? I don't think so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass" -Terry Pratchett, The Truth

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She didn't seem crazy. Seem was the operative word here. Micheal didn't seem like the type to run through Left 4 Dead, solo, on Expert. Well, he did, but the point was that looks can be deceiving. Okay, better example, he didn't look like he could go all Wolverine any second. Wolverine with the claws, not Wolverine with the hair cut and yellow spandex. Well, the hair cut was negotiable, but no spandex, for everyone's sake. Still, Wolverine claws. Okay, again, the point was that anyone could be dangerous. That would include this girl sitting alone on the beach. Especially the girl sitting alone on the beach. If video games and movies have taught him anything, watch out for the one you don't expect.

Still, that didn't mean he had to be a dick. He was armed too. She seemed okay, anyhow, so it wouldn't hurt to help her out, right? At least she told him she wasn't crazy. That was a relief. After all, who would lie about that? Crazy people. Okay, well, she seemed sane. Beside, crazy people don't often lament about the situation they're cast into, like he assumed the girl was doing. Okay, that was only a guess, seeing how he'd never really met a crazy person, but it didn't seem like something a loony would do. No, she was just scared, something he could definitely relate to.

It was about to get to the introductions when someone else approached from behind. Micheal spun around at the sound of his voice, as level and non-threatening as it was. "Geez, where did you come from? Were you in sneak mode or something? Man, I screwed that spot check up bad! Frakkin' Sam Fisher over here. Which is easier then me admitting that I wasn't paying attention and you just don't make a lot of noise, but did you take lessons from Garret or something?" Micheal shook his head almost in exasperation, trying to make the way his hand drifted near his bag look natural. Sure, the guy didn't seem like he was going to aggro, but it was better to be prepared, right? He almost wished they'd issued him a Stimpack or some Jet instead. Maybe a nice little Pipboy, V.A.T.S. and all. But he dreams.

Glori- seemed a little nervous by the sudden arrival, but not, you know, crazy nervous. Just cautious. That was cool with him. The guy wasn't exactly setting out alarm bells, but an ounce of prevention was a pound of not getting his ass beaten to a respawn point. "In answer you your question, we're cool. Maybe not fine in the emotional sense, but all 100 hit points are still in place. Just, you know, had a slight weapons malfunction, but uh... everything's perfectly all right now. We're fine. We're all fine here now, thank you. How are you?" When in doubt, quote Star Wars. Even if the situation doesn't call for it, especially if the quote doesn't make sense in the present context. It's a rule that served him well all his life and it wouldn't fail now.
"There are, it has been said, two types of people in the world. There are those who, when presented with a glass that is exactly half full, say: this glass is half full. And then there are those who say: this glass is half empty. The world belongs, however, to those who can look at the glass and say: What's up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is my glass? I don't think so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass" -Terry Pratchett, The Truth

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Micheal kind of expected the boy to give him a ‘what the hell are you talking about’ stare, and he wasn’t disappointed. Micheal and his rapid-fire gamer talk tended to have that affect on most normal people. And that was in a normal situation, not a life or death struggle on Isla Sorna. It would just, you know, put people off elsewhere. A weird kid starts rattling off all sorts of video game references, quick enough that it’s impossible to get in a word edgewise. How do you respond to that? Sure, it was a coping mechanism, but this new guy didn’t know that. He probably thought Micheal had snapped or something and waiting for his turn to attack. Common sense said to maybe give it a rest, but once he started, it was hard to taper off.

The gamer had to bite his tongue as the boy started speaking. Snap reaction was to make a comment about reloading a save point and trying again, but that probably wouldn’t help anything. Instead, Micheal shifted uneasily as the boy spilled his proverbial guts to the two kids he’d just met. Despite the fact he’d been there first, Micheal sort of felt like an intruder, like he was hearing something he wasn’t supposed to be hearing. It was just that he’d never met this guy before, let alone talked to him, and he was baring his soul right there. It just felt, well, awkward.

So, he just stood there, folding his hands behind his back as the boy continued on. What else could he do? Any condolences or sympathies he might offer would fell forced and fake, and he couldn’t exactly offer a similar to situation he was involved in that might be used to bond with the boy. Compared to these two, he felt almost thankful. They’d both clearly seen some action and it definitely showed. Meanwhile, he’d had a rock thrown at him. Noooot really the same. Mr. Stick was talking about letting someone die, and Glori-, while not telling her life story, had been kicking around long enough to feel the futility of it all.

Which raised the question: Why wasn’t he feeling it like they were? Maybe because it didn’t really seem real to him yet. A few people shouting, a girl with a lead pipe, nothing too wild. Change the environment; it would be a normal day. Okay, maybe not normal, but not that far off. The point being, his stay on the island had been positively uneventful. No big fight, no tearful confession to a dying friend, nothing like that. Yeah, he wasn’t ecstatic to be here, and he’d love to be home in front of his computer. That didn’t mean he’d break down in front of strangers. You know Mike, tough guy to the end.

Movement from Glori- brought his attention to the gun in her hand, one that had probably been there the whole time and had escaped his notice. “Oh, hold on there!” Micheal stepped back with a quickness, putting space between Glori- and the boy. “Yikes, I must have failed a spot check bad right there.” For a moment, he thought of drawing his Wolverine claws, but that idea kind of died with the gun and its ability to kill him from more then a foot away.

“Okay now, we’re all spooked and various states of emotion turmoil. Let’s just relax and put our guns down. Maybe have a nice party chat, get to know each other and then embark on a personal quest to wrong some right that was done before we all met up. Or just talk. Unless we all have awesome Speech/Charisma scores, no one here seems like a psycho. I’m all for forming a party and sticking together, but I’m not down with fragging people. As long as we aren’t going around to gank people, safety in numbers is an awesome thing. “
"There are, it has been said, two types of people in the world. There are those who, when presented with a glass that is exactly half full, say: this glass is half full. And then there are those who say: this glass is half empty. The world belongs, however, to those who can look at the glass and say: What's up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is my glass? I don't think so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass" -Terry Pratchett, The Truth

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Micheal was surprised, to say the least, when the sudden verbal torrent was unleashed in his direction. He’d been talking without thinking, nothing strange there, when whatshisname started going off on him! What the hell was up with that? Overreaction much? It was a stressful situation, sure, but how much does being polite cost? It was plain old rude.

Not to mention terrifying. Micheal wasn’t tough by any stretch of the word. So, when a joke-looking guy started freaking out at him, he was pretty spooked. Add that too the nervousness he was already feeling, and it was a perfect recipe for someone to do something stupid. Honestly, he was afraid the guy was going to charge him or something. Then someone would get hurt no matter what happened. Micheal, if he did nothing, Jock McAnger if Micheal did. Micheal wasn’t a pacifist either, but he didn’t want anyone hurt.

Torn between fear and an almost instinctive to snap back, Micheal stood there with his head bowed, flinching with every thrown accusation. He felt like a dick, even though it was clearly the other kid losing it. Everyone was looking at him, though, and he felt awkward and uncomfortable and exposed and scared and plain old terrible.

So, the gamer just stood there while the kid shouted at him. When he finally did quiet down, Micheal shifted nervously, his eyes still looking to the sand. What else was he going to do? He wanted to say something clever and shut the kid down, but instead he muttered, quite lamely he might add, “I know it’s not a game, asshole.”

The sound of the bag hitting the sand made him jump, and he barely heard the guy muttering about pills. Still, shock dictated that he stay silent. He glanced up at the girl as she tried to talk to Mr. Angry, but after a second his gaze fell back to the ground. Micheal wished he could find someone he knew. He wished he friends had come along on the trip, even if that meant they would have been killed. Being around people who didn’t get his references clearly wasn’t for him.

Honestly, he was tempted to just head off on his own. His chances probably wouldn’t be much better on his own then with these two. Glori- couldn’t talk straight, what were the chances she could shoot straight? And don’t get him started on the guy. Being around that asshole definitely wasn’t at the top of his list. Madelyn was kicking around, wasn’t she? Maybe he could try and find her. Yeah, that would be good. Better then the alternative, anyway. Still, Glori- was okay. Maybe he could get her to come along, sans the jerk standing by himself.
"There are, it has been said, two types of people in the world. There are those who, when presented with a glass that is exactly half full, say: this glass is half full. And then there are those who say: this glass is half empty. The world belongs, however, to those who can look at the glass and say: What's up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is my glass? I don't think so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass" -Terry Pratchett, The Truth

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What a jerk. Seriously, what a jerk. Good riddance. That left him alone with the girl packing a gun, but he felt better with her then he did with the other guy. Chances were that she wasn’t going to freak out on him anytime soon, so that was good. Considering that she was so freaked out that she couldn’t string two words together was a good sign. Good sign that she wouldn’t shoot him, at least. Less good if he decided that he was going to rely on that gun of hers. Could he really expect her to put up any real defense? Not frakking likely. Still, it was better then heading out with Mr. Angry.

Micheal looked on, trying to appear sympathetic. It wasn’t that hard, it turned out. It was a crummy little tale. Not exactly Mario taking on a giant dinosaur to save the woman he loves, but still plenty sympathetic. What were people supposed to do in this sort of situation? Not the overall situation, but comforting someone who was in distress? He wasn’t really the personable type, and even less the social type.

Normally, honest enough, he wouldn’t care. You know, sorry for your bad luck, but that doesn’t really affect me. But when she had a gun, and when he was just trying to find someone to look out for him, he could make himself care.

“I’m sorry.” Was that enough? Did it seem, well, lacking? Or did it make it look like him was an emotionless jerk that was just feigning sympathy? “Really, that’s, uh, rotten.” Micheal searched for the right words, looking away as he tried to put something that would make it clear he cared, at least a little, into words. Then he realized that she wasn’t really clear on whether he was alive or dead. He guessed the apology was still acceptable.

Still, he must have done okay, because she was asking to team up. That was a load off his mind. He let out a sigh, flashing a relieved grin toward the frightened girl. “Really, I wanted you to ask since I’d take me forever to get around to it. I’d love to have someone who wasn’t, you know, crazy, tagging along or to tag along with. So, sure, I’d be happy to party up with you. I can be the smooth-talking leader, you can be the tank/dps, while I be off-tank/dps. Sound good?”
"There are, it has been said, two types of people in the world. There are those who, when presented with a glass that is exactly half full, say: this glass is half full. And then there are those who say: this glass is half empty. The world belongs, however, to those who can look at the glass and say: What's up with this glass? Excuse me? Excuse me? This is my glass? I don't think so. My glass was full! And it was a bigger glass" -Terry Pratchett, The Truth

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Micheal grinned, the gesture feeling surprisingly natural instead of forced. But thinks were looking up, weren't they? He found someone to stick to, someone with a gun. That spelled safety no matter how you sliced it. Not to say he was unarmed, but a gun with a little more intimidating then a nerd with wolverine claws. A good turn was a good turn, and this was definitely a good turn. He would have to guess his chances of survival just went up a good percent. Even if it looked like he would have to take on a leadership role. Not something he was exactly looking forward to, but you had to take the good with the bad.

He guessed that he might not want to tell her what exactly tank entailed, just like he wished that he'd chosen a different word. Tank, otherwise know as 'meatshield'. Not the most glamorous job in-game, and was sort of regretting making the poor girl think she was obligated to try and live up to that if she wanted to keep him around. "Well, maybe not tank. You can be the caster. That works even better with your gun and all. Hell, I can be the tank, considering how manly and fit I am. Perfect fit, right?"

The gamer offered another grin while he took her hand. "Whatever terms you want to use, we'll still be looking out for each other. I'll cover you, you cover me. Fair deal, yeah? Maybe a sort of group-dynamic, with me being the dashing, charming rogue of a leader, and you being the sweet and innocent girl I'm supposed to protect? Or the other way around, if I'm as useless as fighting as I expect I'll be? Something like that, anyhow. The point is, I'll be looking out for you."

After a second, Micheal broke the handshake and looked inwards toward the island. "That just leaves the question of where to do from here? I'm not exactly picky. I mean, I'll settle for someplace that falls under 'not packed with bloodthirsty killers', myself, but you might have more refined tastes. Seeing how I'm the sweet and innocent boy and you're the dashing and charming leader, how about you lead the way? Wherever you might have in mind, I'll be right next to you. "

That was confidence inspiring, right? Not exactly the 'Hold the line!' speech from Mass Effect, but it was better then saying 'We'll probably die horribly, so no rush!' At least it showed that he was on board with whatever she had in mind. Granted, that probably wasn't a lot. He got the impression that she was just happy to have found him, so chances of a well thought out plan were slim, to say the least. Still, it was better then being on his own.

Micheal flashed a reassuring smile at Gloria and held his hand out toward the treeline. "After you, O Fearless leader."

((Micheal Raynor, continued elsewhere...))
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