His eyes slightly darted to the weapon in awe " Cool sword. seems like a fun thing to slash people with, huh?" he joked
"this weapon holds more value then a tool with which to end life" his tone was neutral devoid of life
The fun glint in his eyes dispersed, his grin turning into a frown that held far too many words" Y'know, just because you have a dark past, doesn't mean you don't have to be all serious" he stated, blank-faced. " Your reactions read like an open book. " He gave him an intimate smile " I can, And will dig deeper and exploit everything you know if you get on my bad side." The smile came forced as he stood, beckoning his group of people to a table
"there's nothing to uncover of a man who doesn't exist" his very existence was so hush hush that if you got a hold of his file all it would say it REDACTED
" I know my ways. connections if you will." he combed a few hairs out of his eye " That's the key to information. you have to know certain people."
"they won't reveal my past for it doesn't exist i am and forever will be nothing more then a SPARTAN III"
" Your so bland for a Spartan " He stuck his tongue out, acting like a bored teenager in school- even though he was 25. " Yall spartan looking people get more action in far cry."
"i don't follow are you comparing a spartan such as myself to the ancient spartan warriors of greece?"
He groaned, Placing a hand to his forehead, ears flattening in annoyance
his stance doesn't change as he just stared the person before him down
" You know what? Forget it. You are obviously oblivious to my references to video games." He hissed out, slightly clawing at the skin on his face, tearing quite a bit of skin. what can he do? its a habit when he gets annoyed.
"i do not know what "video game" is" despite his neutral tone his words were serious
He dragged out another groan from his throat, aswell as dragged the sharp blades across his already scarred face
he just stared at the man before him his gaze hidden by the silver visor of his helmet
The pale male with short white hair and floppy long ears grabbed his hand to prevent him from scratching them over his eye "Chervil, let go. I'm not five." The an now known as chervil rolled his eyes as he kept his hand on the table
the gaze noble six breifly gave the man is enough to give lesser men chills as he returned his gaze to the table
after a bit of struggling, he had finally escaped chervils grip, but in the middle, he had scratched the used-to-be pale ginger tabby tom, who growled " Watch where you're swinging those things, Deadfire, Or ill turn you into fresh kill!" he slammed his fist in front of the dark-haired man, who gave him a piercing glare. " Excuse me?" He growled, " You heard me, Mouse brain!" His orange eye twitched. " Its on, Hawk." He grinned, cracking his knuckles
both men would find themselves on the ground and their arms pinned behind their backs locked in the superhuman grip of the SPARTAN III
" DAMN IT!" Deadfire wriggled under him " Let go so i can beat this [ Explicit sailor curses] into the ground below him!" he yelled, trying to at least give the blonde male a scar he cant forget
he impassively kept the two pinned to the ground his weapons locked tight to his armor
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