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Bad Moon Rising Pt. 10/?
Date: 2012-03-25 11:31 am (UTC)He was... something else, to say the least. His presence was hyper-real, like everyone she'd ever met before had not be real at all, and he was the first person she'd ever met that was. He drew the eye, even if she turned her head completely away from him. He was young, but he was very... defined, for a young man. He wasn't small, or youthful. He lacked any insecurity, any doubt. She could see it in his face. He was every inch the confidant leader and the magnificent bastard, and yes, his features with both beautiful and brutal, like someone had carved him lovingly, spent eons making him agonizingly perfect to behold. She even suspected she'd been wrong, and like Charon and Cross had told her, he was a one-man wrecking ball.
If she didn't know he was such an evil shit, she would have had to talk herself out of having a thing for him. Hell, only her good sense held her back from gaping now. No wonder he got what he wanted. He held a heavy looking plasma pistol that was obviously either modded or a prototype, and he held it like it was nothing to him, seemingly casually, but she knew his stance mirrored her own. A small slip-up and it'd be a real firefight again.
A feeling of feedback from a microphone came over her as she stared him down, willing him to really squirm. He may have been the juggernaut back home, but this was her turf.
“Aren't you a little far from home, kid?” She bit out venomously. Her own voice was a thing she'd practiced and tuned like an instrument, so her words were almost enticing, but threatening. It was a voice she used on faction leaders to make sure their attention didn't wander. Never had it failed her.
“Looking for a new one. Thought I might settle in here, actually.” He spouted conversationally, suddenly more jovial. She got the distinct impression he was enjoying this.
She smirked in response. Even though she could feel his twisted presence choking the air between them, threatening to overwhelm her, she felt pretty damn confidant herself.
“I got a feeling that this place ain't big enough for the two of us.” She said truthfully, steadily, and completely un-ironically.
His face split into a wide, Glasgow grin. The look was unsettling, and she fought not to visibly shiver, staring at him as he perched just atop the dome that was the entrance to the Brotherhood Bunker. He had the advantage in having the high ground, but she was pretty confidant she could save herself if he started shooting. She just wasn't sure she wanted to give him a clear shot to Veronica, or have him take the focus off her. After all, she could take it. The others? Probably not.
“I take it you already know who I am. I'm sure Cross has talked your ear off about her one beloved godson. You know how old women are.” He chatted pleasantly. His stance was perfect holding that gun, and she knew his prattle was nothing. He was alert and ready, waiting for the wrong movement. The man was good, she'd give him that.
And Cross had not mentioned that little tidbit, but it didn't matter. She knew that tactic.