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Hawk-eye Occultus
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Posted - 2015.02.11 09:46:00 -
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I am ready to serve...
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Again...
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Hawk-eye Occultus
ARKOMBlNE
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Posted - 2015.02.12 11:30:00 -
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Hawkeye watched the heated exchange between Viktor and Cale (and their minions), amused very highly by it. Cale seemed to be taking any excuse she could get at performing physical violence. The mistress was indeed a fiery one... And would need careful handling. He smirked to himself. Before following the amarrian into the armoury.
His eyes soon picked up the divine beauty of his Scrambler Pistol.
"Ah... The old Auger... Still here."
But something wasn't right... The took the weapon in his hands and soon discovered... It had been violated! Someone else had been tempering with it! He quickly began to open the weapon up, to his horror: all his shoddy solderwork and cross wirings had been replaced with... Factory built components!
He almost fainted at the terrible sight! He had had his hands blown off, vaporized, or burned countless times to perfect the fine tunings he had performed on it. Some foolish technician on the ship must have thought he was "helping", or "repairing" it. He sighed. Sooner or later, he would have to find a toolbox. He replaced the weapon on the rack.
I am ready to serve...
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Again...
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Hawk-eye Occultus
ARKOMBlNE
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Posted - 2015.04.10 10:04:00 -
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sir RAVEN WING wrote:Thal Vadam wrote:Thal walked back into medical
"Ok, I need some help bringing down this woman. Any volunteers?" "Aye, I'll help, assuming this woman is the one that tried to seduce you in the halls." Viktor spoke from one of the entrances.
Hawkeye had just been silently observing the situation from the side of his bed in the medical bay since he left the armory a long while ago.
Something about the kind of people he tended to associate with, there was always one or two people who managed to cause the whole group to devolve into infighting. Not to say he didn't enjoy watching, the spectacle before him was just short of sending him into a laughing fit; but he recognized that this was far from the best of times to have everyone killing each other.
He climbed out of the bed and approached Thal and Viktor.
"Listen: I understand your urge to kill that woman right now - I'd half considered it myself -, but you are dealing with someone who clearly enjoys having pain inflicted upon them and others. And since you already shot her up, to no avail of course; she is now going to be pissed, and carrying heat"
He sighed.
"Basically, don't try to hunt her down. She'll pick you off one by one and turn you into a furcoat that would make DeVille blush!"
They can't have my brand!
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I have special eyes...
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Hawk-eye Occultus
ARKOMBlNE
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Posted - 2015.04.14 21:09:00 -
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sir RAVEN WING wrote:Revon approached, worried that he was too late due to his foolish change of clothing.. He quickly grabbed Marcy and pulled her away, quickly pinning her to the ground while she was surprised. He held her arms and legs to the ground as best he could.
"Remember me?" He let a sadistic smile crawl on his face.
"I sure know you. I've seen you in a thousand different people, although the other... I only got to see that for a short time. There was compassion, and a respect for allies in that person. This is only a monster." He arched his head back in laughter.
"I have my own you see. Vengeance. Vengeance is the name of the monster that consumed me so long ago. The difference, you see, is I can hide it and contain it." He said putting emphasis on the word 'contain' to signal the others to quickly find a method of containment.
"Tell me, what happened?"
Hawkeye slowly walked through the corridor to where Viktor was struggling on the floor with Marcy whilst whistling a badly distorted out-of-tune song from an old Gallente holo-flick he used to watch.
"I suppose I should be helping. Err..."
He fumbled around in his pocket before producing his pistol and lazily held in the general direction of both of them, not bothering to undo the safety catch.
"Stay on the- uh, the ground... I guess..." he halfheartedly said.
'In all seriousness, I probably should do something that will actually help.' He thought to himself.
"Guys, get over to my location; Viktor is, uh... I suppose you could call it fighting for life or death. Err, try and do it quickly too." he said over his neocom.
They can't have my brand!
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I have special eyes...
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