RP: A Pretty Bird Told Me... Characters: Pete and Lily(closed) Time/Date: After their log, 3-ish PM/09-08 Location: The Lobby Warnings/Rating:PG Summary: Pete goes looking for some answers from a pretty bird, and gets some answers, but learns even more from watching his host. Status: Complete.
No powers? No problem. No gun? Not an issue. He'd find a way to make things right, and come out smiling.
Pete had been playing the game for a long time, long before most people even knew he existed, long before most people even could recognize what he did. Put him in a place and time like this and every sense expanded, ever training sorted in his mind, and his whole body seemed hypersensitive, over clocked. The only thing that made him smile, as the pretty bird waiting for him. She was a hot one, right on, and she seemed to have her head pout together, which he approved of.
In a situation like this, it was absolutely necessary. Nothing of weakness could survive, not without costing. By the time he was on his way down to the lobby, he'd managed to file down two pencils into very sharp points backed by an inch of weight, and had plucked his shoe iron out, and snapped off one end at the handle, making a jagged edge.
Trotting down the stairs, he spotted a place where something odd had happened and leaned down to look, finding a sliver of wood, ever so small, and yet enough, if the person knew how to use it. And it, too, disappeared into his clothing. He wore a suit that was very closely tailored and showed muscles everywhere, but still would have concealed both his standard pistols.
In the lobby itself, he glanced around, wondering whatever would happen next...