08-21-2015, 02:05 PM
The situation seemed to have defused itself rather quickly. Colonel held his ready stance for a handful of seconds, his attention divided between listening out for what should be done with their newly-arrived guest, keeping an eye on said guest, and being on the lookout for any...other problems. He kept a basic routine thought in the back of his mind to be ready to react to any more fancy maneuvers from Zack's driving. He seemed to have it under control for now, but if things got messy -- either thanks to the environment in general or their guest needing to be removed -- it wouldn't be a bad thing to be ready to hang on.
When Zack finally spoke up in his cheerful way, Colonel slowly lowered his saber. He looked less ready to immediately attack and or reduce something to bits and pieces, but his expression never changed. He still looked every bit ready to spring immediately into action at the drop of a pin.
He really needed to lighten up a little.
When the man that introduced himself as Drake Oneir babbled on incessantly about what his ancestry may or may not have been, Colonel's expression remained locked into its very convincing definition of a statue, staring at the man as if trying to figure out if he was being intentionally confusing and distracting, or if he was just completely nuts.
It was only when he mentioned being here to take care of some bandits in the area that Colonel relaxed even slightly, some of the tension and aggression draining out of his stance, downgrading him to merely 'cautious and on alert' as opposed to 'keeping watch and intently on alert'.
The comment about Colonel himself being 'way too shiny' to be a volcano raider earned an actual show of expression flashing across the soldier navi's face, something akin to confusion and very possibly mild amusement. "....well. I don't know the specifics, but you're not the only one out here after bandits, Oneir." Force of habit made him lapse into last name usage. "Might even be after the same group, assuming there's more than one out here."
A quick glance out at the hellish wasteland earned a rather rapid retraction. "....somehow I don't imagine there are, though."
When Zack finally spoke up in his cheerful way, Colonel slowly lowered his saber. He looked less ready to immediately attack and or reduce something to bits and pieces, but his expression never changed. He still looked every bit ready to spring immediately into action at the drop of a pin.
He really needed to lighten up a little.
When the man that introduced himself as Drake Oneir babbled on incessantly about what his ancestry may or may not have been, Colonel's expression remained locked into its very convincing definition of a statue, staring at the man as if trying to figure out if he was being intentionally confusing and distracting, or if he was just completely nuts.
It was only when he mentioned being here to take care of some bandits in the area that Colonel relaxed even slightly, some of the tension and aggression draining out of his stance, downgrading him to merely 'cautious and on alert' as opposed to 'keeping watch and intently on alert'.
The comment about Colonel himself being 'way too shiny' to be a volcano raider earned an actual show of expression flashing across the soldier navi's face, something akin to confusion and very possibly mild amusement. "....well. I don't know the specifics, but you're not the only one out here after bandits, Oneir." Force of habit made him lapse into last name usage. "Might even be after the same group, assuming there's more than one out here."
A quick glance out at the hellish wasteland earned a rather rapid retraction. "....somehow I don't imagine there are, though."
"Hold on a second, I have a call..."
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"Yes, this is Wesker. Go ahead."
"Yes, this is Wesker. Go ahead."