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I’m Falcon, that’s my…name. It’s a pleasure as well.
That’s a pretty name. What is your mutation?
Soon my pet. Someday soon I'll feed you the world
My name is Ohotnik. I am a mutant in Magneto's Brotherhood. I don't dorm there though. I have my own house. Life is good to me. I'm pretty well off, and I have good friends mutant and human alike. Currently I am a doctor, but previosuly I have served in the US Navy. Kind of a stretch, going from fighting for and saving the lives of humans, to joining an organization that wants to usurp their Domination.
Sometimes it makes me think.
Things I'm capable of Extraneous information
Que?
August62011
August42011
justapassingfancy started following you
Good evening, Miss. I don’t believe I’v e had the pleasure of making your acquaintance. The name’s Ohotnik. At least, the mutant one is.
11PM
Seeing as how you children keep arguing about something as petty as pool attire I do believe you are all in need of discipline so your eyes will open to what really matters in life.
Everyone will need to begin joining me for 5am training. Every. Single. Day.
What if we already get up at 5 am to train everyday?
(Source: allwithinmygrasp)
8PM
ATTENTION ALL YOUTHS (under 18)
It has come my attention, as one of your fearless advisors, that some of you all are developing things called…breastseses. Therefore, appropriate swimming attire will be issued to all of the female Brotherhood attendees. This was the latest fashion in my day, so I don’t want to hear any complaints or see any bikinis on the premises. GOOD DAY.
As a fellow advisor and a female with these breastseses, I’m going to make that claim null. I feel children should have the right to their own individuality and god, those are hideous.
As the original advisor, and someone not at all attracted to breastseses, I am going to null Amelia’s annulment of my claim. I feel children should have the right to their own individuality, but no young boys are oggling the bodies of the girls living with me or under my command. 8|
And imagine how hideous your maternity wear will be.
AS A FEMALE WHO HAS BOTH HAD SEX AND PASSED THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN, I’D LIKE TO SAY THAT BOYS OGGLING THE BODIES OF GIRLS IS PERFECTLY NATURAL AND PART OF LIFE.
Bloody hell, Legion - you know Shaman will grow up and have sex someday, right?
I second Amelia’s nullment. First amendment and whatnot.
12PM
“Me too” he said jokingly. “There’s a huge difference between being able to take a bullet and wanting to take one. One is a superpower the other is a masochistic sickness.” Ohotnik noticed Sunny’s shivering reservations when it came to the pain felt. That used to be him. “It hurts. A lot.”
“To be completely honest with you, I don’t even know if I can regenerate like that. I think it might just be combat stuff. Theoretically I should be able to. I mean disease and age are just as detrimental as a gunshot wound. So I wouldn’t see why not…” he trailed off, his mood made melancholy by the absence of answers. He needed to know what he could do. he had lied to magneto and his powers had changed since he had joined the Brotherhood. Ohotnik needed to do two things. Take a few days or weeks or whatever and find out exactly what he could do. The he needed to clear it with Magneto.
“Yeah,” he said with a nervous laugh. “That’s just a theory. I’m sure other regenerating mutants don’t train their powers.”
He laughed when she said he’d been all around the world. “Not really, my dear. I have only been where the Army has sent me. Laos, Cambodia, Vietnam, Russia, everywhere that bears a grudge against America.” he said with an exasperated sigh. “I’d like to go to France,” he said, staring at the ground. “You might laugh but I always imagined kissing some beautiful French woman atop the Eiffel Tower. Our relationship wouldn’t last though. I would have to leave and her life would be just starting up. So it’d kinda be a one time thing. Like I love you, you love me, and we will always have Paris type of thing. It’s stupid I know.”
Ohotnik sensed a slight change in the atmosphere when he mentioned his military affiliations. His eyes darted to left and noticed how Sunny’s body had stiffened. “Yes,” he said slowly “very difficult. Have you had any experience with the military; any family or friends in the service?” When she asked him if he was doctor too he smiled and said “Yes ma’am. I went into the Navy as a medic. I started as field medic and worked my way up to one of those serious doctors that stays at base and heals the wounded. My shift into combat came when a medical base I was in got overrun by NVA and I got all the patients out. They liked what I could do, so they figured why not send out some a highly trained medic with a team of valuable soldiers?”
“Ah’m glad y’all have yer priorities straight.” She gently nudged him in the side with her elbow. “Probably a good thing Ah don’t have a mutation like that,” Sunshine pointed out. “Ah’d do all sorts of stupid risky things.” Her mind wandered to the various possibilities of what someone could do with regeneration. A few other members in the Brotherhood had similar mutations, but she hadn’t ever spoken in depth with them about it. Seemed…Intrusive.
It hurts. A lot.
That snapped her out of the meanderings of her mind and she gently placed a hand on his forearm. “Can’t imagine it’d be pleasant.” Ohotnik seemed to be at a loss for so much of his mutation. “Well, maybe Peter or Legion could help y’all out.” Those were the two that came to mind with some regeneration capabilities. Her face scrunched up when she really thought about those two choices.
“Then again maybe not.” His theory had her shrugging her shoulders in uncertainty. “Heck if I know darlin’, but yer in the right place ta find out.” As he listed off all the places that he had been her eyes widened bit by bit until she playfully punched him in the arm. “Ah’d consider that the world and then some.” The way he looked away and stared at the ground piqued Sunshine’s curiosity. She leaned forward without thinking about it, lips curling up in a small smile.
“Y’all are a romantic. Had me fooled with yer military and world travelin’.” Most people she met who had one of those traits, let alone both tended to come off as a cynic or at least more of a realist. “Ah’m sure you’ll get ta France some day, an’ it’s not stupid at all.”
She began twisting her wrist, stretching out the ligaments and hearing a pop before she did the same with her other hand. “Me? Ah heck no. Sort of.” She amended, being careful to avoid looking at Ohotnik. “Government an’ military are different Ah suppose.” She began chewing at her lower lip. “Just a few bumps in the road of life.” Other than the distant memories of her mother working for some branch of the government and her run ins both in the asylum and out…
With the change in topic back to him being a doctor she slipped back into casual conversation easily. “Military man with romantic dreams and a doctor? Sounds ta me darlin’ like y’all are too good ta be true.”
“Makes sense.” A medic could keep soldiers alive longer and probably cut down causalities. Sunshine leaned back, head tilted towards the sky. “Y’all must work with humans a lot.” There was the hanging, unspoken question in her words.
So why the Brotherhood.
“I had my share of those experiences. I got into street fighting once. Hard to get out of.” he said with a laugh. He looked at Sunny. She seemed so at peace when she was thinking. She was so happy. It had been a while since he had seen anyone like that. Plus she had listened to him ramble on for about an hour.
“Thanks.” he said when she mentioned that Legion or Peter could help him. “But legion is crazy and I don’t know Peter.” He thought back to his brief encounter with Legion “On second thought, I might give Legion a try.”
“Yeah I guess I am. Some people find that exhausting. Thanks” He chuckled softly. and briefly looked over at her. She was leaned forward and smiling. God, how he loved that smile. He noticed something odd about her when he asked her if she had any military experience. He weighed his options and decided to pursue the subject.
“Forgive if I seem nosy, but whenever I mention the military or the government you seem to be…unnerved. Did something happen?” He paused and added “If you don’t want to talk about it, just say so, I won’t ask again.”
“I’m also a musician. I’m in a band with a few other guys. We call ourselves the Juniper Airway Kids.” He giggled a little saying the name. It was silly and he knew it.
“I work with humans constantly. They’re the only people I’ve know for most of my life. Some of them…they are good people. I…I like humans. I like humanity.” Nervously he looked at her, into her eyes. Then he looked away, slightly ashamed. I know what you’re thinking. I don’t know why I’m in the Brotherhood. I’m lucky they haven’t given me any missions yet. I don’t belong here. I don’t share there views. I’m just so lost about everything when it comes to my mutant life. I barely know what my powers are and I don’t belong in the group I’m affiliated with.” Ohotnik solemnly stared at the ground. “I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have to be listening to this.”
August32011
@Ohotnik
Slachter felt some sort of nervousness coming out from Ohotnik. Maybe other man thought him as a threat? Man wiped his sandy locks off from his eyes with swift swing of his head and narrowed his eyes as he studied man’s figure again. “Well it’s good to know other at some level before approaching them, isn’t it? Or I myself have learned to be… Cautious.” Man tried to pull out some sort of smile on his face and shrugged little, lifting his legs on the edge of the table and laid back on the couch. He slowly started to relax again in company of this man.
He sneered little at man’s declaration about his past and job. “Sounds very familiar, brother.” He was amused by Ohotnik’s way of calling him brother. He glared over his shoulder. “Coffee’s ready”, he muttered, getting up already. “Yeah, I broke out from the facility… Almost 10 years ago. Freelancer killer after that. I roamed around and took every job I got to provide myself”, he said, walking to kitchen corner. “Black or what?”
“Yup. Smith & Wesson’s model 29, 10 and a half barrel. Only one I’ve ever loved”, he joked, smirking little to man glaring at his gun. “Take a look if you want to.”
“Yeah, man. I learned that the hard way. I went into a Vietnamese base camp a negotiator and had to come out shooting.” said Ohotnik. He sensed a lessening of tension in the air. He had hoped this would happen as he was not trying to make enemies.
“10 years as a freelance killer? That’s impressive. Ever make your way to Southeast Asia, as far as Cambodia or Laos?” he asked. “I’ll take the coffee with 2 sugars, thanks.” Ohotnik replied.
Ohotnik tenderly picked up the gun. “Ten and a half inch barrel? This thing is like a cannon!” he said admiring the polished texture. “Unfortunately, I’m not allowed the luxury of being able to use good looking guns. If I do want to, I have to balance it with practicality.” he said with a smile. He placed the gun back on the table and reached inside his jacket pocket. “This is my personal favorite.” Ohotnik pulled out a silver .45 with white grips and turned it in his hands. “It was a gift from Colt. I was a field tester for their new version of the M16. The thing blew up in my face. It was more of a “sorry” gift than a thank you. This piece has seen me through quite a lot.” said Ohotnik with a nostalgic smile.
Slachter did what Ohotnik told him to do about the coffee and came back to the living room, offering man’s cup to him and slumped back to the couch, crossing his legs. “I spent couple of years in Southern, yes”, he agreed. “Laos, most of the time. Had some couple pretty bitchy gigs. This…” he said, pulling the collar of his t-shirt to reveal the enormous scars on his shoulder area “came when I fucked up big time.” He arched his brows little, giving out his crooked, odd smile again.
“Cannon…” he sneered little. He listened to Ohotnik’s words, this time truly interested in what he had to say. As soon as man pulled his gun out, even wider grin appeared on his face. “That’s a true beauty”, he said, eying the gun on man’s hands.
Connection between two men had been made. Through guns. For Slachter it seemed kind of ironical.
“I have ones like that” said Ohotnik when he saw Slatcher scars. He pulled up his and turned around. His back had 3 scar in the shape of bullet holes and one large, dark brown scar. “That was from a a Vietnamese shank. Little bastard snuck up behind me as I picking off his friend. He stabbed me, kicked me forward (I think he was trying to get me out of the window I was shooting from) and put 3 in my back as I fell. I managed to turn and get him in the chest which caused him to fall with me. I landed on a straw roof but he landed on his feet and broke his ankles. I got up while he tried to crawl away. I snapped his neck, but only after making sure he died with fear in his heart.”
Ohotnik realized what he just said, realized how psychopathic he must seem and quickly added “You have to intimidate them like that. That’s why Air Cav always played Ride of the Valkyries when they flew.” He thought it best to change the subject. ” Have any interesting stories about your profession?”
“Thanks. It’s also a very cleanable gun. I got this in ‘68 and it’s been my main sidearm; I always have it on me.” he said with a smile.
He stared and the floor and blurted out “There’s something about it, y’know? You’re a freelance killer, and meaning no disrespect, you simply may not have have experienced it. There’s just something about combat. It’s so simple. Kill. Destroy. Capture. Nothing to worry about. Especially if you get good at it. It’s like clockwork. It’s while your there for the first few times you only want to come back home, but slowly you get this desire to get back there. Things make more sense there.” He looked up into Slatcher’s eyes and smiled.
August22011
“Yeah actually that’s totally right. My adrenaline can jumpstart my system if need be. I can even regenerate.” said Ohotnik. “However, the regenerating isn’t strong yet. I can take bullets and stabs and stuff but losing limbs and other mutilations like that are still fatal. I also feel everything that happens to me, so I still try to avoid being hurt.” he continued.
It was strange trying to explain his powers to someone else. He didn’t mind it, but he felt bad at not having a concrete answer. Even after all these years Ohotnik didn’t know his full powers. He couldn’t discern if he had a separate mutations or one that led to others. And he really needed to figure it out. He knew there was one person he could talk to, but it would be dangerous. And uncomfortable.
“I could try to train my regenerative abilities but there’s only one way to do that and well…..you can figure the rest out.” he said turning towards her.
“Thanks,” he said when she mentioned that his life must be interesting “but I believe all mutants lives are interesting. All I’ve done is spent a good chunk of my life in Vietnam. I actually have a special deal with the military. They call me when they need me and I don’t have to stay I’m Vietnam or even on base. Now I just do hospital work and perform.”
That could be both a blessing and a curse, being able to come back to life or keep on living like that. Sunshine didn’t envy any of the mutants that were so long lived or able to stay alive past the usual 100 year marker. Her eyes widened as he listed off what he could do and how his mutation helped.
“Darlin, Ah avoid bein’ hurt simply because it hurts. Can’t imagine what it’d be like ta feel some of…” She trailed off, a shiver running down her spine. No thanks; she’d take her glowing bits of uselessness any day. She snapped out of her thoughts and looked back to Ohotnik. “Though gotta be nice, never gonna have ta worry ‘bout gray hair or wrinkles or nothin’.” She laughed softly.
She flinched when he mentioned how exactly he could train his abilities. “Best be avoidin’ that. Ah think they’ll be just fine as they are for whenever ya need ‘em, which is hopefully not anytime soon.”
Sunshine grinned at his kind words about everyone, or every mutant having an interesting life. “Some more than others though.” She added. Vietnam? Sunshine whistled low. “Dang. All y’all have been ‘round the world an’ Ah’ve barely gotten around the states.”
When he explained his having a ‘deal’ with the military she stiffened slightly. “Ah. Military boy yeah? That must be hard though, or have been. Heck if Ah know, never been myself.” She looked aside at him, smiling. “Hospital work? Y’all a doctor too?”
“Me too” he said jokingly. “There’s a huge difference between being able to take a bullet and wanting to take one. One is a superpower the other is a masochistic sickness.” Ohotnik noticed Sunny’s shivering reservations when it came to the pain felt. That used to be him. “It hurts. A lot.”
“To be completely honest with you, I don’t even know if I can regenerate like that. I think it might just be combat stuff. Theoretically I should be able to. I mean disease and age are just as detrimental as a gunshot wound. So I wouldn’t see why not…” he trailed off, his mood made melancholy by the absence of answers. He needed to know what he could do. he had lied to magneto and his powers had changed since he had joined the Brotherhood. Ohotnik needed to do two things. Take a few days or weeks or whatever and find out exactly what he could do. The he needed to clear it with Magneto.
“Yeah,” he said with a nervous laugh. “That’s just a theory. I’m sure other regenerating mutants don’t train their powers.”
He laughed when she said he’d been all around the world. “Not really, my dear. I have only been where the Army has sent me. Laos, Cambodia, Vietnam, Russia, everywhere that bears a grudge against America.” he said with an exasperated sigh. “I’d like to go to France,” he said, staring at the ground. “You might laugh but I always imagined kissing some beautiful French woman atop the Eiffel Tower. Our relationship wouldn’t last though. I would have to leave and her life would be just starting up. So it’d kinda be a one time thing. Like I love you, you love me, and we will always have Paris type of thing. It’s stupid I know.”
Ohotnik sensed a slight change in the atmosphere when he mentioned his military affiliations. His eyes darted to left and noticed how Sunny’s body had stiffened. “Yes,” he said slowly “very difficult. Have you had any experience with the military; any family or friends in the service?” When she asked him if he was doctor too he smiled and said “Yes ma’am. I went into the Navy as a medic. I started as field medic and worked my way up to one of those serious doctors that stays at base and heals the wounded. My shift into combat came when a medical base I was in got overrun by NVA and I got all the patients out. They liked what I could do, so they figured why not send out some a highly trained medic with a team of valuable soldiers?”
July312011
@Ohotnik
“Oh?…”
Ohotnik couldn’t decided whether to be amused or disturbed. “Well, what ever keeps you calm is good I guess. Gotta keep the mind and body in good shape. All we have in the end is ourselves.” he said with bit of a forced smile.
Ohotnik was intrigued by Slatcher’s answer. A research institute that needed assassins? And from the sound they may well be unwilling ones. Ohotnik weighed his options and decided not to press the subject further. He did not want to spend the evening digging a slug out of his body if he hit a nerve with talking with Slatcher.
“It’s what I do because of my talent.” said Ohotnik through narrowed eyes. He sensed elevated levels of stress from Slatcher. It had been a while since he had to interact like this; all cautious and secretive. “Not to be cliched or to sound arrogant but I am good at what I do. Look at it like this. Birds sing, grass grows. And brother, I kill people. Reconnaissance, S&D, fear mongering, I’ve done it all. I may not be proud of some of it but I have done it.”
Ohotnik suspected he told Slatcher more than eh should have. He needed to change the subject. “That’s a nice piece you have over there. Is she a .44?” he said, inquiring about Slatcher’s ominous revolver.
Slachter felt some sort of nervousness coming out from Ohotnik. Maybe other man thought him as a threat? Man wiped his sandy locks off from his eyes with swift swing of his head and narrowed his eyes as he studied man’s figure again. “Well it’s good to know other at some level before approaching them, isn’t it? Or I myself have learned to be… Cautious.” Man tried to pull out some sort of smile on his face and shrugged little, lifting his legs on the edge of the table and laid back on the couch. He slowly started to relax again in company of this man.
He sneered little at man’s declaration about his past and job. “Sounds very familiar, brother.” He was amused by Ohotnik’s way of calling him brother. He glared over his shoulder. “Coffee’s ready”, he muttered, getting up already. “Yeah, I broke out from the facility… Almost 10 years ago. Freelancer killer after that. I roamed around and took every job I got to provide myself”, he said, walking to kitchen corner. “Black or what?”
“Yup. Smith & Wesson’s model 29, 10 and a half barrel. Only one I’ve ever loved”, he joked, smirking little to man glaring at his gun. “Take a look if you want to.”
“Yeah, man. I learned that the hard way. I went into a Vietnamese base camp a negotiator and had to come out shooting.” said Ohotnik. He sensed a lessening of tension in the air. He had hoped this would happen as he was not trying to make enemies.
“10 years as a freelance killer? That’s impressive. Ever make your way to Southeast Asia, as far as Cambodia or Laos?” he asked. “I’ll take the coffee with 2 sugars, thanks.” Ohotnik replied.
Ohotnik tenderly picked up the gun. “Ten and a half inch barrel? This thing is like a cannon!” he said admiring the polished texture. “Unfortunately, I’m not allowed the luxury of being able to use good looking guns. If I do want to, I have to balance it with practicality.” he said with a smile. He placed the gun back on the table and reached inside his jacket pocket. “This is my personal favorite.” Ohotnik pulled out a silver .45 with white grips and turned it in his hands. “It was a gift from Colt. I was a field tester for their new version of the M16. The thing blew up in my face. It was more of a “sorry” gift than a thank you. This piece has seen me through quite a lot.” said Ohotnik with a nostalgic smile.
7PM
@immacharmander
“Ok, good” said Ohotnik, glad that his initial plan had gone over well. He proceeded to explain kickboxing to Amelia. “Kickboxing is based on kicking and punching and is mainly used for self-defense.” He walked towards one of the heavy bags that hung suspended from rope on the other side of the room. Ohotnik continued to explain as he wrapped his hands. “You have a few basic moves, but they can all be classified under punches or kicks. The only exception is your knee attacks. For you, I’m thinking we should focus on kicks. I don’t want you to take that the wrong way; I just feel that you have strong legs.”
He finished wrapping his hands and turned towards the bag. Ohotnik did what he did before he fought anyone. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath cleared his mind and analyzed the situation. There wasn’t much to analyze while training, so he focused on review kickboxing in his head. It’s something he knew, and something he did use every so often, but it was not his preferred style of hand-to-hand combat.
He open his eyes, having reviewed the technique he was about to demonstrate. He took on last inhale to clear his mind. “Watch closely.” he said to Amelia. Then he attacked.
“Jab.”
“Cross.”
“Hook.”
“Uppercut.”
“Now the kicks.”
“Front kick.”
“Side kick.”
“Roundhouse kick.”
He stopped and turned to her. “There are no set knee attacks. It’s either the right or left knee.” He was about to tell her to try when he remembered one more move. “Oh wait, I forgot. There is one more type of kick, a personal favorite.
“Axe kick.”
He lifted his left up and brought it down without mercy on the top of the heavy bag. The rope broke with snap and the 200 lb bag hit the floor. Ohotnik surveyed the damage with concern and then turned to Amelia embarrassed. “I guess I got a little carried away. *nervous laugh* I’m glad there’s more than one of these things. You practice left and right jabs, while I go get some rope to fix this. I think there’s some in supplies closet down the hall. I’ll be right back.”
Ohotnik left in a bit of hurry and yelled at himself as he sought the supplies closet. “Idiot,” he thought. “How could you let yourself slip away?! Now she’s going think either A) I’m a brute or B) I was trying to show off. Sigh.” Ohotnik found the close, grabbed some triple-braid and headed back to the training room.
Amelia nodded and listened intently while he talked, her brow slightly furrowed in concentration. She believed he would be right about that - he was a fighter, after all, and she was not - but she had to admit she was entirely too nervous about the idea of actually learning how to fight. As a young woman she had learned on the fly, never developing a distinct style but instead fighting out of need. She had needed to fight, to defend herself, to learn to kill. Now she was learning just in case, and the idea made her think that perhaps she just wouldn’t be able to because she didn’t have to.
But she said nothing, instead watching with her eyebrows slightly raised, watching curiously while memorizing his motions. It was fascinating to watch someone move like that, especially someone who actually knew what they were doing - she wondered if someday she’d strike fear into people because of her skills. The blonde was mildly lost in thought when the loud snap of chain reached her ears, making her jump in fright. She stood frozen for a moment, then caught a look of his face - that’s when she lost it, her laugh starting out a a giggle before growing louder. Of course she hadn’t expected something like that, and she doubted it had been on purpose… He looked far too embarrassed.
She sobered up quickly and nodded, finding that she had to keep her mouth shut so she wouldn’t start laughing again. It had been impressive that he had knocked it down that easily, and soon enough the woman found herself surveying the damage with a rather impressed look on her face. Amelia knew she had to get to work, though, and lifted the bag effortlessly with her telekinesis to suspend it in midair -it was hard for her to practise anything when she didn’t have a target. Thinking back on how he moved, she began to work, jabbing left and right. She fell into the rhythm, losing herself and becoming absorbed in her own little world in concentration.
Amelia wouldn’t be surprised if her form was wrong and he had to come correct her, but… working this way felt right.Ohotnik returned to the training room, rope in hand. Ms. LeFroy was already hard at work, jabbing left and right into the telekinetically suspended heavy bag. He watched silent for a moment; she was either too focused on training to acknowledge him or she simply hadn’t noticed. It was probably the former. Her form was good, the jab were firm and exact. Her stance needed work though; he could tell just by looking at her feet and watching her muscles as she hit the bag.
Making his presence obvious, he approached her. “Good, good.” he said, tossing the rope onto the floor. “Try to make the jabs faster like this.” He turned towards another heavy bag and was about to demonstrate when he felt shirt tugging at his torso. He fiddled with it for few seconds and then turned back to Amelia. “My shirt decided to magically shrink or something, and to be honest it easier to fight without one.”
With that he removed his keikogi to show an extremely fit body; Six pack, a cut chest, the whole 9 yards. Since high school Ohotnik had always placed importance on working out and being fit. His body was his weapon and his mutation, so why not make it stronger?
” Jabs are like the pawns of fighting. they aren’t expected to do much but can come in handy if you know how to place them.” he said to her. He turned towards the bag, took stance and began jabbing furiously. Left, right, right, left, right, left, right, left, left. ” You may,” he said between jabs “even be able to fool your opponent into thinking you have a weakness. But if you train hard and think as much as you fight, you will have no weakness.” Ohotnik was trying to put confidence in the woman. It was always a good thing to do however he didn’t think she needed it. Something about her told him that she was no nonsense and that she would be come a proficient kickboxer, and fast.
“I also noticed before that you were standing weird.” He walked over to her and said “Take your a stance.” She did and he moved around her to correct her feet. “Your stance needs to be a foundation in a literal and figurative sense. You must try to avoid being knocked off your feet. The stance is vital to the efficiency and power of your attacks.” He moved around her and gently lifted her legs into a proper attack position. “There.” he said. “You have a bit a room to move and make it your own whatever comfortable.”
“One more thing, your hips need to be either angled or dead on. Anything in between compromises your balance.” He moved behind her and took her hips in his hands. He couldn’t help but notice her curves; how the leather clung to her body so tight. He noticed her looking at him over her shoulder, her beautiful, green eyes getting past his guard with ease. Their eyes locked for a few seconds and Ohotnik was sure his face was now a nice shade of red by the time he looked away.
”..*ahem*..Uh, like..like so. Yes, keep your hips dead on. It’s better for power and focus.” he said still blushing terribly. This woman was different. He didn’t know why he thought so, he had nothing to base this on; he just…felt it.
July272011
@Ohotnik
“Well, to be honest I saw you watching me from that window and I decided to come up and investigate. I can be little paranoid sometimes. I our line of work you have to be.” he said.
He leaned back into the couch and thought for a second. Slatcher was still within arm’s reach of the Magnum. If he did anger Slatcher, he could take being a bullet if need be. Hell, he could probably take all 6. But Slatcher didn’t need to know that. Not yet.
“So you are a part of the Brotherhood, yes? Is your mutation assassination or is it simply…a talent?” asked Ohotnik cautiously
“You saw me, eh?” he asked, raising his brow high, as he leaned back on couch, throwing his hands over the back of it. “Hmh, paranoid, yeah. Well I like studying other mutants as I clean up my guns. It kind of calms me down”, he continued, nodding slightly.
“And what it comes to assassination”, he started answering the question “It’s just a talent that has been taught to me the hard way. I was at this… Research institute for years. It taught me well. And yes, I’m with Brotherhood. At the moment”, he finished, glaring at Ohotnik, dark eyes narrowing a bit.
“So. You then? Is it just a talent or what do you do?”
“Oh?…”
Ohotnik couldn’t decided whether to be amused or disturbed. “Well, what ever keeps you calm is good I guess. Gotta keep the mind and body in good shape. All we have in the end is ourselves.” he said with bit of a forced smile.
Ohotnik was intrigued by Slatcher’s answer. A research institute that needed assassins? And from the sound they may well be unwilling ones. Ohotnik weighed his options and decided not to press the subject further. He did not want to spend the evening digging a slug out of his body if he hit a nerve with talking with Slatcher.
“It’s what I do because of my talent.” said Ohotnik through narrowed eyes. He sensed elevated levels of stress from Slatcher. It had been a while since he had to interact like this; all cautious and secretive. “Not to be cliched or to sound arrogant but I am good at what I do. Look at it like this. Birds sing, grass grows. And brother, I kill people. Reconnaissance, S&D, fear mongering, I’ve done it all. I may not be proud of some of it but I have done it.”
Ohotnik suspected he told Slatcher more than eh should have. He needed to change the subject. “That’s a nice piece you have over there. Is she a .44?” he said, inquiring about Slatcher’s ominous revolver.
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