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Trever Daly ([personal profile] reincarnshaman) wrote in [community profile] ten_fwd2015-08-01 01:28 pm

The great hunt...

After this conversation...

Veena is moving carefully down the corridors of the Enterprise, stopping at intersections and looking around before proceeding in a chosen direction. She's walking with a much more determined purpose than that of a normal cat. Just a short while behind her, Trever follows.

Trever is loaded down with a super soaker rifle, two squirt guns with removable magazines and a bandolier with reserve magazines for the handguns.

He appears to be hunting something.

Sneaking up on him is a bit of a bad idea because he'll likely spin and shoot you with green dye.

Or, occasionally you might come across him barreling down the hallway chasing after someone while screaming curses.


((Companion post to this one Let me know if it's okay for your guys to get shot at!))
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[personal profile] kaylinneya 2015-09-02 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Which she would, advancing as he dances back, sweeping low to catch his legs as he moves with her ankle. She was not planning on giving him the chance to run.
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[personal profile] kaylinneya 2015-09-02 01:27 pm (UTC)(link)
As she came out of her crouch, she pivoted, aiming a kick for his head. "What part of under arrest do you fail to understand?" she snarled.
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[personal profile] kaylinneya 2015-09-02 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then put down all the weapons," she said watching him warily, ready to move again if she had to. "Anything dangerous."
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[personal profile] kaylinneya 2015-09-03 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
She swore viciously in multiple languages, and the translation made it clear just how creative... and crude.. she can be. But she didn't tell him to stop. She just waited, ready to move.
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NPCing someone at the brig to lock him in?"

[personal profile] kaylinneya 2015-09-03 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
She wished she had back up here, or a beat partner. What she had was a familiar. "Let no one at that stuff," she ordered the familiar, then walked to him. "Come on now." She didn't trust his cooperation. She'd never arrested someone who went along peacefully, not all the way to jail.