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[faceplate]

Who: faceplate & YOU
When: IC 11/6, OOC 24/3
Where: Mostly ViVID
What: Zer0 is terrible. Time to make friends!
Rating/Warning: Violence, probably.

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[ you spy with your little eye someone who isn't being quite as stealthy as they think they are. a tall, dark figure (maybe handsome?? we just don't know), loitering in alleyways, behind buildings, up on rooftops... it's hecka creepy. if you approach fast enough, zero doesn't run away!

and sometimes, they even initiate conversation., with things like, ] Wanna go kill stuff?

[ ...yep. ]

(( ooc: closed starters below! ))

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[drinkscola]

[ yes, there it is— that transparent barrier. as soon, as his shield hits it uselessly, marco curses himself for his stupidity. sure, he could blame zero for this, but he didn't have to accompany the guy all the way here. there'd been a choice at some point. ]

You—

[ ah, that's drowned out by the rumbling. ]

[ damnit, damnit. well, definitely no choice now but to fight. best not to let his panic get the best of him, either, despite how overwhelming that could be. marco remains near the edge of the barrier, his back toward a tree. bracing himself, his heels dig into the dirt as he once more holds his shield aloft and steadfast. ]

[faceplate]

[ the rumbling intensifies. zero stays standing where they are, watching intently. the barrier holds fast. the ground downright shakes just before it comes to a head and the ground breaks a few dozen feet away, great shards of earth and stone thrown aside as a huge reptilian, almost turtle-like beast bursts from the ground.

zero doesn't draw their sword, simply watches. the monster comes with slow lumbering steps from the earth to the center of the circle where marco is and lowers its head towards him to investigate. but its movements are deliberately calm, and it doesn't come quite close enough to touch—so it's marco's choice what he does in response. ]

sorry for the delay, urk, feel free to ignore

[drinkscola]

[ marco's back presses against the barrier and he finds himself holding his breath. christ. he expected nothing good to appear, and he supposes the monster could look worse, but he does't immediately think it to look like a fun time. and that's why its sluggish movements take him aback— marco finds himself temporarily frozen. at this point, he didn't expect zero to draw his weapon. does he want to attack first? he has the opportunity. should he? that's the million dollar question.

he shifts to the side. no need to be in its immediate vantage point, straight in its line of charge. he thinks that dodging as it attacks and then going in for a strike might prove advantageous. for the moment, he keeps his eyes trained on it, prepared to react to it in turn. ]

[faceplate]

[ the monster moves slowly. the great weight of its head causes it to lumber rather than step; it shuffles slightly closer to marco and tips its head down, down—and bumps it pointy nose into marco.

it sort of seems friendly. maybe. zer0 just watches. ]

[drinkscola]

[ absolutely screaming on the inside... there isn't enough "holy shit" in the world for even a relatively benign action to do this justice. see, it's not aggressive or quick enough to warrant violent retaliation. ... not yet, anyway. he refuses to keep his cool.

but marco doesn't like that nose near him, not at all. he shuffles around it, bumping the edge of his shield against it in the process. ]

W-What??

[faceplate]

[ the skin of the turtle-monster is a little too stiff to wrinkle, but it makes a valiant effort. it rears back an inch, and then breathes out hard through its nose onto marco with a whoof. ]

[drinkscola]

[ did it just... whoof at him... ]

[ marco pauses, chancing a glance at zero.

his expression is particularly telling. ]

What the hell is this?

[faceplate]

[ zer0 tips their head slightly. they've been watching, yeah, but they don't know precisely what was going to happen.

but now it's happened! ]

Better than expected.

[ he didn't get eaten, after all. ]

[drinkscola]

[ gOD... "better than expected" somehow isn't comforting. keeping a wary eye trained on the monstrous reptile, marco's going to try gently pushing back against the barrier.

in the meanwhile— ]

Next time, just— [ just... tell him?! to be fair, he doesn't think he asked this time around. ] —well, letting me in on the plan isn't a terrible idea!!

[ not that he would've gone through with it. which he thinks zer0 knows, too. ]

[faceplate]

It sounds terrible.

[ because zer0 doesn't think marco would follow along if he knew. people can be like that. nervous.

this way, things are easier and simpler. zer0 waits while the turtle monster obligingly opens its mouth to reveal two items on its tongue—a circlet with a massive defensive boost, lying next to a long blade. zer0 reaches for the latter. ]

[drinkscola]

[ all right, marco can concede that response wasn't... entirely unexpected. after all, he'd like to think that if zero thought it was a great idea to begin with, he would've gone ahead and done that.

marco sighs. he watches zero pick up the blade, leaving the circlet. he eyes it. ]

... What's that do?

[faceplate]

[ zer0 shrugs. it looks like a defensive booster, but they don't use items like that. ]

Try it.