11-25-2017, 01:44 PM
The man stood up, pushing back the wheeled swivel chair upon which he'd sat. Before him was a desk covered in numerous computer monitors, a microphone and a bundle of wires which trailed away, off to his right; this must have been the set-up he was using to monitor the security footage and speak through the announcement system, which meant at some point before they'd returned from their patrols he had summoned all this junk and had his Secondaries connect it to the main security network in the barracks' aptly named 'security room'.
He stepped out from behind the mess on his desk – which sat in the dead centre of the training area – smirking at them... and completely unarmed.
The man in question was old, but clearly no weakling despite his advanced years. His lined skin was weathered and his build lean and tall. His hair was grey, bedraggled and just past shoulder-length, he also had a short, wispy grey beard on his chin, like some sort of crude attempt at a goatee. He wore an unbuttoned grey leather waistcoat with no shirt beneath, ragged, loose white jeans and a pair of black boots.
He smirked condescendingly at them as they walked trough the doors, but the group paid little attention to him... less than might strictly have been wise, actually, considering how little they knew about their foe's powers and abilities...
Their eyes were all drawn past the old dude, to the curious sight a few feet behind and slightly to the right – from their perspective; it would the left to him – of his desk. There were two things that caught their attention there, the first of which was the weaponry; it would seem that they had discovered the source of the traces of gunpowder they'd found in that Bentley outside. There was an enormous pile of double-barrel shotguns and ammunition for them stacked on the floor. Honestly, it was a wonder the car had even been able to hold all that. Why one man would ever need so many guns – let alone all guns of the exact same type – was beyond them.
The other surprising thing was stranger still, though. The only other people in the room were three well-endowed young women with builds and faces so similar they could have been sisters... perhaps identical triplets, even. Their hair styles also matched perfectly, with each of them having had it cut to chin-length and set in a bob... only their hair colours differed, with one woman being a redhead, another blonde and the third black-haired. The most immediately eye-catching thing about them, though, was their outfits; all three women wore nothing more than a simple black bikini, for some reason.
“What's the deal with them?” Hijiri asked the old man, lowering his blade slightly and standing up straighter. Despite their proximity to the weapons, none of the women seemed intent upon fighting, and the geezer was unarmed currently, so perhaps they might be able to stall for time by questioning him a little, and hopefully Kroll could get here soon with whatever trick he had up his sleeve..
The Wolfpack's Prime scowled.
“Of course you'd be interested in the fucking Secondaries.” he sighed, glancing back at the three, who all looked up at him imploringly... like dogs begging their owner for treats, “Alright, fine, if you want the full villain spiel, let's have some introductions before I slaughter you and these insignificant swine you've brought along.”
He held out his left hand and the redhead – who was kneeling on both knees by the pile of guns – hurriedly snatched one up at random and passed it to her blonde sister(?), who then turned, bowed, and presented it to the old guy, who lazily snatched up the weapon... pointedly ignoring the 'troopers with their blasters all now suddenly aimed directly at his back.
He had been allowed to get himself armed, and Hijiri could feel the others' judging stares burning into his back from where he stood at the forefront of their little group. Perhaps it would have been better to simply attack from the get-go, rather than take the risk of letting this happen... especially given that they had no idea what their 'sergeant' was actually doing?
The geezer spun to face the black-haired woman and gestured towards her with the weapon... though 'gestured' might have been something of an understatement, as what he actually did was lodge the shotgun's barrels right in between her breasts. Rather than back away from the presumably loaded weapon, she smiled tentatively and took a small step forwards, pressing her body as forcefully as she could against the gun, showing not the slightest hint of fear.
“Master...” she moaned in a needy voice, just above a whisper.
“This one is Eleanor. I just call her Ell.” the old guy told them without looking back, his voice hard, cold and uncaring... seemingly unimpressed by 'Ell''s actions.
He turned back to the blonde, and in her case he actually jabbed at her forcefully with the weapon, the strike to the chest causing her to wince and back up a step... before moving forward again, an identical smile to her sister(?)'s on her face as she reached up with both hands and gently placed the shotgun against her chest, aimed directly at her heart... then began stroking its length tenderly. The insinuation in this latter action was hardly all that subtle.
“This is Lisanne. I call her Liz.”
Jerking the gun roughly to get rid of her, he turned and pointed it at the third woman, the kneeling one. This time, however, he actually tightened his finger slightly on the foremost of the shotgun's two triggers. As fearless as the other girls, though, the redhead moved forwards... though in her case she simply crawled. Once close enough for her liking she got back onto her knees, opened her mouth, and leaned forwards... beginning to gently suck on his weapon's shaft...
Her innuendo being even more blatant than the first.
“And this one is Bethanie. Or just Beth for shot.” after letting her continue with her suggestive antics for a few seconds longer, the geezer yanked his shotgun free of her lips, causing the young woman to fall forwards onto all fours once again.
“Ell, Liz and Beth, my three worthless Secondaries. Or just 'Elizabeth', if you wanna speak to all three at once.” he said, finally turning back to scowl at the small band with their own weapons aimed his way, casually resting the shotgun on one shoulder as though he truly was completely unconcerned at the prospect of fighting Secondaries; the gangster's eyes were glued to Hijiri.
“What did you do to them?” the Battle Rabbit asked in a quiet, horrified voice. He couldn't even comprehend what might have happened to turn ordinary women into these... sex objects...? Or whatever it was they were supposed to be.
The old guy sneered back at him, “You're a Prime, but you don't even have the slightest clue what we're all capable of, do you? I didn't do anything to them; I made them.”
“Made? What's that supposed to mean?”
“I summoned them from Omnilium, obviously. When Omni summons a Prime here he tells us all the same thing; that Omnilium can be used to summon anything we desire... meaning not just random items from our home worlds... why so few of us seem to actually get that, I dunno, but it pretty much lets us play god if we want.” the old geezer smirked condescendingly at the Rabbit, completely ignoring the 'troopers around him, “I didn't need to do anything to these three, because I designed them myself.”
“You what?” Hijiri had never actually summoned a Secondary himself... he hadn't liked the idea of dragging any of his friends into this place after him... but this was so much worse. These poor women were just... so pitiful. He felt sorry for them, forced to live like this... not even knowing anything different their entire lives. He shook his head, revolted, “You summoned actual people... created people... just to get laid? That's sick.”
The old guy barked out a laugh, before sneering again, “Oh please, where do you think all of Coruscant's hookers come from? Plenty of Primes before me have had similar ideas... I just did a better job of it... besides, it's not just sex I was after; they also do pretty well at regular slave labour... but hey, that's enough about the whores. I'm Shotgun Steve, y'know? The strongest of the NSW's 'Four Claws'; the de facto leaders of the whole Wolfpack... wouldn't you much rather hear all about me while we pass the time here?”
“... 'Pass the time'?” Hijiri looked back at the others, wondering if that choice of phrase had them as concerned as it did him.
“Ha! Worried, are you?” clearly, whatever the character flaws of 'Shotgun Steve' here, inability to read the mood was not one of them, “I can't exactly say you shouldn't be, not given who you've picked a fight with... but if you're afraid I might be planning on pulling some dirty trick, don't be; I'm just waiting for the same thing you are. I want you to see whatever it is that Secondary worm of yours actually thinks he can do to affect the outcome of this battle... so what do you say? Order the rest of your minions to stand down and we'll wait around a bit longer to see what he comes up with.”
The old guy snapped the fingers of his free hand and the black-haired woman, 'Ell', hurried across to his swivel chair and pulled it a couple metres to their left, over to where he now stood. Without even looking back, Steve sat the moment she stopped moving, completely certain that his seat would be in place. Lounging casually as he faced them, with the shotgun held loosely in his left hand, not even aimed their way, he was either incredibly powerful, or incredibly stupid.
The bikini-girl manoeuvred herself around the seat, then slid gracefully into his lap and pressed her body against his, leaning her face into his neck and beginning to kiss it gently. For his part, Steve placed his free hand on her knee, using the joint as a sort of armrest, but other than that showed not the slightest interest in her... apparently having hung around with this little makeshift harem of his for so long that he'd almost lost interest in them...
Behind them, the other two girls looked on with actual envy in their expressions... the Battle Rabbit clenched his jaw, struggling to contain his anger. Rationally, he was sure that they enjoyed this life of theirs... after all, if the old bastard had really created their personalities from scratch, what better way to make sure they would always remain loyal than to cause them to feel happiness whenever they served him? And if that were the case, it really shouldn't have mattered to Hijiri how they were treated... not if they liked it like that.
He wasn't being rational, though. For all his cold, stern demeanour, back on his own world – before the Omniverse – Hijiri had dedicated his life to hunting down Ogres... aliens who could possess the bodies of humans and manipulate their thoughts... and to him, this felt so, so much worse. This wasn't just manipulation... it was utter subjugation.
He wasn't even sure it would be possible to give them their freedom, no matter what he did or how much Omnilium he spent... yet he had to try... he couldn't bring himself to leave anyone in such a pitiable condition as this.
“So... is that a 'no', then? You don't feel like calmly having a chat?” Steve raised an eyebrow as he spoke, one side of his mouth twisting up into a smirk, “If you wanna get a move on with the fight I get that too. Just say the word... or... perhaps you're feeling a little jealous? Hey, d'you wanna borrow one for a bit? We might be enemies, but we're both still Primes... so I don't mind sharing my toys.”
Eyes flashing dangerously, and even – to those nearest him – visibly trembling in rage, Hijiri had been holding the scabbard which contained his sword in his left hand, and now flicked that thumb up against the weapon's guard, pushing an inch or so of the blade free from the sheathe. His right hand twitched.
It was abundantly clear to all of them watching that he was almost to the point of giving in, drawing his katana and charging the guy... though the viability of such a move was still questionable, at best.
Beyond a love of shotguns and a complete disregard for Secondaries, they knew next to nothing about this man... simply assuming that the Battle Rabbit would be capable of traversing the distance between them – over a dozen metres – before their foe could react, would be the height of folly... yet that would seem to be the direction Hijiri was headed.
“Corporal.” Brandon said, stepping forwards. The Rabbit paid no attention.
“Takanomiya!” this time, the elf actually grabbed the other man's arm. Visibly flinching at the unexpected contact, before glancing back at him, Hijiri actually snarled through bared teeth at his friend, like some savage animal.
“What?” he spat venomously.
“Control yourself. If you do something stupid and get yourself killed then most or even all of us might end up going down with you... so calm down already. It isn't like we haven't killed plenty of these Wolves before, right? If you're offended by him playing god or whatever it is, we can easily wipe out these things once the fighting starts; they're not exactly well armoured, in case you hadn't noticed... so just keep your cool for now. Whatever it is the sergeant's doing, I'm sure he'll come through for us, and then we can attack.”
The moment the tech-obsessed 'trooper had suggested killing the women, Hijiri had found himself shocked to a standstill, all rage evaporating instantly, to be replaced with horror instead... it had never even occurred to him that others might consider these women as anything besides the helpless victims he knew them to be... the thought that someone he considered a friend would even contemplate simply gunning them down in order to make him feel better was just... abhorrent. Sickening. He actually felt the bile rise up his throat for a moment at the mention of it.
Yanking his arm free of the elf's grip, he backed away, shaking his head, “No, no, how could you even suggest that? They need our help. There is absolutely no way we're killing them, okay? None. It isn't happening.” he turned at this point, making sure to glare at every one of the other squad members present, even though no one else had yet to speak up in support of Brandon.
“Are you actually serious?” the technophile raised an eyebrow sceptically, despite knowing full well that his corporal was; the man's tone of voice hadn't exactly been indecisive, “They're helping him of their own free will. That makes them our enemies.”
“Free will? What free will!? They're clearly under his control!”
Responding calmly to the Rabbit's outburst, and with an utterly deadpan expression, Brandon simply pointed past him, towards their nemesis, “Oh yeah, she's totally being forced into that.”
Following his gesture, Hijiri saw that Ell had straddled her 'master' and was now passionately kissing him, her hands reaching down past his waist as she sought to unbuckle his belt.
Also, Steve had begun groping her butt with his free hand at some point during their kiss, clearly getting into the spirit of things... despite this, though, out of the corner of an eye he still looked past his Secondary, over at the EPD corporal.
Relaxed, he may be, mocking, even, but certainly not distracted. No, there was absolutely no way he wouldn't see it coming if Hijiri charged him right now, and his left hand still clutched a loaded double-barrel shotgun. A head-on charge would be crazy. Practically suicidal.
Taking in a deep breath, holding it a second, then letting it out, Hijiri focused on calming himself down, clearing his mind... his face took on a serious, uncaring, almost ruthless countenance as he stared at the Wolfpack Prime and his living, breathing plaything...
“So this is to be our entertainment while we wait on Iechtelsteir? Watching you make out with this woman?” it was as he spoke these words Ell succeeded in finally removing her master's belt. Tossing it aside, she began working on his jeans' button next, “Or... more than just making out?”
Now, after this latest sentence, the old geezer ceased his fondling for a moment, just long enough to give the Battle Rabbit a quick thumbs up, before getting right back to it.
Hijiri hesitated. Beside and behind him, the others all waited in silence, ready for any tricks, but hoping that this guy actually would be dumb enough to simply sit there enjoying himself for a while, giving Kroll ample time to return with whatever surprise he had in store for them.
A couple seconds was all it took the Battle Rabbit to come to a decision.
“Alright...” Hijiri declared in a calm and measured tone... “fuck it.”
He drew his katana, tossed aside its sheathe, and, in a blinding flash of light, unleashed his True Form. There was absolutely no way he was going to be able to just sit back and watch this.
He stepped out from behind the mess on his desk – which sat in the dead centre of the training area – smirking at them... and completely unarmed.
The man in question was old, but clearly no weakling despite his advanced years. His lined skin was weathered and his build lean and tall. His hair was grey, bedraggled and just past shoulder-length, he also had a short, wispy grey beard on his chin, like some sort of crude attempt at a goatee. He wore an unbuttoned grey leather waistcoat with no shirt beneath, ragged, loose white jeans and a pair of black boots.
He smirked condescendingly at them as they walked trough the doors, but the group paid little attention to him... less than might strictly have been wise, actually, considering how little they knew about their foe's powers and abilities...
Their eyes were all drawn past the old dude, to the curious sight a few feet behind and slightly to the right – from their perspective; it would the left to him – of his desk. There were two things that caught their attention there, the first of which was the weaponry; it would seem that they had discovered the source of the traces of gunpowder they'd found in that Bentley outside. There was an enormous pile of double-barrel shotguns and ammunition for them stacked on the floor. Honestly, it was a wonder the car had even been able to hold all that. Why one man would ever need so many guns – let alone all guns of the exact same type – was beyond them.
The other surprising thing was stranger still, though. The only other people in the room were three well-endowed young women with builds and faces so similar they could have been sisters... perhaps identical triplets, even. Their hair styles also matched perfectly, with each of them having had it cut to chin-length and set in a bob... only their hair colours differed, with one woman being a redhead, another blonde and the third black-haired. The most immediately eye-catching thing about them, though, was their outfits; all three women wore nothing more than a simple black bikini, for some reason.
“What's the deal with them?” Hijiri asked the old man, lowering his blade slightly and standing up straighter. Despite their proximity to the weapons, none of the women seemed intent upon fighting, and the geezer was unarmed currently, so perhaps they might be able to stall for time by questioning him a little, and hopefully Kroll could get here soon with whatever trick he had up his sleeve..
The Wolfpack's Prime scowled.
“Of course you'd be interested in the fucking Secondaries.” he sighed, glancing back at the three, who all looked up at him imploringly... like dogs begging their owner for treats, “Alright, fine, if you want the full villain spiel, let's have some introductions before I slaughter you and these insignificant swine you've brought along.”
He held out his left hand and the redhead – who was kneeling on both knees by the pile of guns – hurriedly snatched one up at random and passed it to her blonde sister(?), who then turned, bowed, and presented it to the old guy, who lazily snatched up the weapon... pointedly ignoring the 'troopers with their blasters all now suddenly aimed directly at his back.
He had been allowed to get himself armed, and Hijiri could feel the others' judging stares burning into his back from where he stood at the forefront of their little group. Perhaps it would have been better to simply attack from the get-go, rather than take the risk of letting this happen... especially given that they had no idea what their 'sergeant' was actually doing?
The geezer spun to face the black-haired woman and gestured towards her with the weapon... though 'gestured' might have been something of an understatement, as what he actually did was lodge the shotgun's barrels right in between her breasts. Rather than back away from the presumably loaded weapon, she smiled tentatively and took a small step forwards, pressing her body as forcefully as she could against the gun, showing not the slightest hint of fear.
“Master...” she moaned in a needy voice, just above a whisper.
“This one is Eleanor. I just call her Ell.” the old guy told them without looking back, his voice hard, cold and uncaring... seemingly unimpressed by 'Ell''s actions.
He turned back to the blonde, and in her case he actually jabbed at her forcefully with the weapon, the strike to the chest causing her to wince and back up a step... before moving forward again, an identical smile to her sister(?)'s on her face as she reached up with both hands and gently placed the shotgun against her chest, aimed directly at her heart... then began stroking its length tenderly. The insinuation in this latter action was hardly all that subtle.
“This is Lisanne. I call her Liz.”
Jerking the gun roughly to get rid of her, he turned and pointed it at the third woman, the kneeling one. This time, however, he actually tightened his finger slightly on the foremost of the shotgun's two triggers. As fearless as the other girls, though, the redhead moved forwards... though in her case she simply crawled. Once close enough for her liking she got back onto her knees, opened her mouth, and leaned forwards... beginning to gently suck on his weapon's shaft...
Her innuendo being even more blatant than the first.
“And this one is Bethanie. Or just Beth for shot.” after letting her continue with her suggestive antics for a few seconds longer, the geezer yanked his shotgun free of her lips, causing the young woman to fall forwards onto all fours once again.
“Ell, Liz and Beth, my three worthless Secondaries. Or just 'Elizabeth', if you wanna speak to all three at once.” he said, finally turning back to scowl at the small band with their own weapons aimed his way, casually resting the shotgun on one shoulder as though he truly was completely unconcerned at the prospect of fighting Secondaries; the gangster's eyes were glued to Hijiri.
“What did you do to them?” the Battle Rabbit asked in a quiet, horrified voice. He couldn't even comprehend what might have happened to turn ordinary women into these... sex objects...? Or whatever it was they were supposed to be.
The old guy sneered back at him, “You're a Prime, but you don't even have the slightest clue what we're all capable of, do you? I didn't do anything to them; I made them.”
“Made? What's that supposed to mean?”
“I summoned them from Omnilium, obviously. When Omni summons a Prime here he tells us all the same thing; that Omnilium can be used to summon anything we desire... meaning not just random items from our home worlds... why so few of us seem to actually get that, I dunno, but it pretty much lets us play god if we want.” the old geezer smirked condescendingly at the Rabbit, completely ignoring the 'troopers around him, “I didn't need to do anything to these three, because I designed them myself.”
“You what?” Hijiri had never actually summoned a Secondary himself... he hadn't liked the idea of dragging any of his friends into this place after him... but this was so much worse. These poor women were just... so pitiful. He felt sorry for them, forced to live like this... not even knowing anything different their entire lives. He shook his head, revolted, “You summoned actual people... created people... just to get laid? That's sick.”
The old guy barked out a laugh, before sneering again, “Oh please, where do you think all of Coruscant's hookers come from? Plenty of Primes before me have had similar ideas... I just did a better job of it... besides, it's not just sex I was after; they also do pretty well at regular slave labour... but hey, that's enough about the whores. I'm Shotgun Steve, y'know? The strongest of the NSW's 'Four Claws'; the de facto leaders of the whole Wolfpack... wouldn't you much rather hear all about me while we pass the time here?”
“... 'Pass the time'?” Hijiri looked back at the others, wondering if that choice of phrase had them as concerned as it did him.
“Ha! Worried, are you?” clearly, whatever the character flaws of 'Shotgun Steve' here, inability to read the mood was not one of them, “I can't exactly say you shouldn't be, not given who you've picked a fight with... but if you're afraid I might be planning on pulling some dirty trick, don't be; I'm just waiting for the same thing you are. I want you to see whatever it is that Secondary worm of yours actually thinks he can do to affect the outcome of this battle... so what do you say? Order the rest of your minions to stand down and we'll wait around a bit longer to see what he comes up with.”
The old guy snapped the fingers of his free hand and the black-haired woman, 'Ell', hurried across to his swivel chair and pulled it a couple metres to their left, over to where he now stood. Without even looking back, Steve sat the moment she stopped moving, completely certain that his seat would be in place. Lounging casually as he faced them, with the shotgun held loosely in his left hand, not even aimed their way, he was either incredibly powerful, or incredibly stupid.
The bikini-girl manoeuvred herself around the seat, then slid gracefully into his lap and pressed her body against his, leaning her face into his neck and beginning to kiss it gently. For his part, Steve placed his free hand on her knee, using the joint as a sort of armrest, but other than that showed not the slightest interest in her... apparently having hung around with this little makeshift harem of his for so long that he'd almost lost interest in them...
Behind them, the other two girls looked on with actual envy in their expressions... the Battle Rabbit clenched his jaw, struggling to contain his anger. Rationally, he was sure that they enjoyed this life of theirs... after all, if the old bastard had really created their personalities from scratch, what better way to make sure they would always remain loyal than to cause them to feel happiness whenever they served him? And if that were the case, it really shouldn't have mattered to Hijiri how they were treated... not if they liked it like that.
He wasn't being rational, though. For all his cold, stern demeanour, back on his own world – before the Omniverse – Hijiri had dedicated his life to hunting down Ogres... aliens who could possess the bodies of humans and manipulate their thoughts... and to him, this felt so, so much worse. This wasn't just manipulation... it was utter subjugation.
He wasn't even sure it would be possible to give them their freedom, no matter what he did or how much Omnilium he spent... yet he had to try... he couldn't bring himself to leave anyone in such a pitiable condition as this.
“So... is that a 'no', then? You don't feel like calmly having a chat?” Steve raised an eyebrow as he spoke, one side of his mouth twisting up into a smirk, “If you wanna get a move on with the fight I get that too. Just say the word... or... perhaps you're feeling a little jealous? Hey, d'you wanna borrow one for a bit? We might be enemies, but we're both still Primes... so I don't mind sharing my toys.”
Eyes flashing dangerously, and even – to those nearest him – visibly trembling in rage, Hijiri had been holding the scabbard which contained his sword in his left hand, and now flicked that thumb up against the weapon's guard, pushing an inch or so of the blade free from the sheathe. His right hand twitched.
It was abundantly clear to all of them watching that he was almost to the point of giving in, drawing his katana and charging the guy... though the viability of such a move was still questionable, at best.
Beyond a love of shotguns and a complete disregard for Secondaries, they knew next to nothing about this man... simply assuming that the Battle Rabbit would be capable of traversing the distance between them – over a dozen metres – before their foe could react, would be the height of folly... yet that would seem to be the direction Hijiri was headed.
“Corporal.” Brandon said, stepping forwards. The Rabbit paid no attention.
“Takanomiya!” this time, the elf actually grabbed the other man's arm. Visibly flinching at the unexpected contact, before glancing back at him, Hijiri actually snarled through bared teeth at his friend, like some savage animal.
“What?” he spat venomously.
“Control yourself. If you do something stupid and get yourself killed then most or even all of us might end up going down with you... so calm down already. It isn't like we haven't killed plenty of these Wolves before, right? If you're offended by him playing god or whatever it is, we can easily wipe out these things once the fighting starts; they're not exactly well armoured, in case you hadn't noticed... so just keep your cool for now. Whatever it is the sergeant's doing, I'm sure he'll come through for us, and then we can attack.”
The moment the tech-obsessed 'trooper had suggested killing the women, Hijiri had found himself shocked to a standstill, all rage evaporating instantly, to be replaced with horror instead... it had never even occurred to him that others might consider these women as anything besides the helpless victims he knew them to be... the thought that someone he considered a friend would even contemplate simply gunning them down in order to make him feel better was just... abhorrent. Sickening. He actually felt the bile rise up his throat for a moment at the mention of it.
Yanking his arm free of the elf's grip, he backed away, shaking his head, “No, no, how could you even suggest that? They need our help. There is absolutely no way we're killing them, okay? None. It isn't happening.” he turned at this point, making sure to glare at every one of the other squad members present, even though no one else had yet to speak up in support of Brandon.
“Are you actually serious?” the technophile raised an eyebrow sceptically, despite knowing full well that his corporal was; the man's tone of voice hadn't exactly been indecisive, “They're helping him of their own free will. That makes them our enemies.”
“Free will? What free will!? They're clearly under his control!”
Responding calmly to the Rabbit's outburst, and with an utterly deadpan expression, Brandon simply pointed past him, towards their nemesis, “Oh yeah, she's totally being forced into that.”
Following his gesture, Hijiri saw that Ell had straddled her 'master' and was now passionately kissing him, her hands reaching down past his waist as she sought to unbuckle his belt.
Also, Steve had begun groping her butt with his free hand at some point during their kiss, clearly getting into the spirit of things... despite this, though, out of the corner of an eye he still looked past his Secondary, over at the EPD corporal.
Relaxed, he may be, mocking, even, but certainly not distracted. No, there was absolutely no way he wouldn't see it coming if Hijiri charged him right now, and his left hand still clutched a loaded double-barrel shotgun. A head-on charge would be crazy. Practically suicidal.
Taking in a deep breath, holding it a second, then letting it out, Hijiri focused on calming himself down, clearing his mind... his face took on a serious, uncaring, almost ruthless countenance as he stared at the Wolfpack Prime and his living, breathing plaything...
“So this is to be our entertainment while we wait on Iechtelsteir? Watching you make out with this woman?” it was as he spoke these words Ell succeeded in finally removing her master's belt. Tossing it aside, she began working on his jeans' button next, “Or... more than just making out?”
Now, after this latest sentence, the old geezer ceased his fondling for a moment, just long enough to give the Battle Rabbit a quick thumbs up, before getting right back to it.
Hijiri hesitated. Beside and behind him, the others all waited in silence, ready for any tricks, but hoping that this guy actually would be dumb enough to simply sit there enjoying himself for a while, giving Kroll ample time to return with whatever surprise he had in store for them.
A couple seconds was all it took the Battle Rabbit to come to a decision.
“Alright...” Hijiri declared in a calm and measured tone... “fuck it.”
He drew his katana, tossed aside its sheathe, and, in a blinding flash of light, unleashed his True Form. There was absolutely no way he was going to be able to just sit back and watch this.
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