soul_logs | [Closed]

Characters: Havoc + Hawke
Location: Outside the residences-- will head to training grounds.
Rating: G
Time: October 25th, afternoon
Description: (attempting)Resonance! Hawke asked for a WEAPON? Here is one; though no promises that they'd get along.

Havoc have been surviving thus far without a partner, but knew that sooner or later, he'd need to get a move on. There seems to be a distinctive lack of arrivals that was familiar, or wanted a gun WEAPON as their partner. Thus, when Mustang had given him the heads up about this 'Hawke' looking for a partner... he had jumped at the chance even if the guy sounded pushy, and arrogant. Probably someone used to getting everything his way. Besides, he trusted Mustang's judgment: if this man was referred to him, he should be alright... right? Although, Of all people to ask for a gun as a WEAPON, he gets stuck with... whoever this was. (man, why can't it be a curvy, busty lady that wanted a gun?)

Personal feelings aside, he was in need of a partner, and the watch can always use new members. Maybe Havoc can convince the man to join-- the bit of salary one can earn from patrols might be incentive enough. Spotting the impatient man standing just outside the residence, Havoc pushed open the doors to join him.

"Nice to finally meet you in person."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

If Hawke had a choice, he'd partner up just for information. But, he had no gun. Which meant that he was stuck partnering up with someone. Which was fine by him. He found someone who he could easily manipulate should it be so necessary. But, that was later. If he stopped being useful at any moment, at least. For now, he had to meet the man who was his partner.

Automatically sizing him up, he looked down at Havoc. Hmm... how useful could this man truly be? Then again, he never judged anything by how it looked. "Hm." He simply said, turning around to face him, looking down at him. "Let's begin."

He was still unsure what to make of his potential 'partner', but from the little he's gathered... Right to the point, huh?

Sighing, Havoc scratched the back of his head, suddenly glad that he'd have the foresight to come without aide; the man before him didn't seem the type to care very much for weakness of any kind, and while he didn't very much care for the man's opinions, it was more important to figure out if they were even compatible. Any suggestions he had about moving to the practice fields died in his throat.

"Alright, alright."

Unsure what exactly what was expected of him, (cut him some slack, never really done this before, remember?) Havoc stepped closer to the other man, closed his eyes as he concentrated on his WEAPON's form.

With luck, the stranger wouldn't let him fall... right?

Well, at least Hawke wasn't being as antisocial as he could be. Really, he would've just made Havoc turn into his weapon without any more words to that. Standing there, he moved closer, watching him, and waiting patiently for the WEAPON.

When the gun appeared, Hawke quickly reached and grabbed it, holding it in his hand. Looking it over, he cocked it, and pulled the trigger, firing off whatever was in it. As useful a weapon as he was going to get; he didn't expect much better guns in this city; and while he preferred a pistol, this would do.

"...You'll work." He nodded, and looked down at it.

Half expecting to fall face first onto the ground, he was pleasantly surprised that he evaded the fate-- though Havoc decided that it was an odd feeling to have someone holding his WEAPON form. He was thankfully able to brace himself as the man readied his form to be fired-- shooting a concentrated burst of light-yellow energy.

"Oi, Watch where you fire!" Good thing the blast didn't hit any buildings--No need to reload? He would have continued his

"and ... I'll work? Wait. That's it?" He blinked at that-- (not that the other man can see him, anyway) "Not that I'm complaining- but one shot's enough?"

A gun would not work if it was damaged. He refused to let a gun drop and hit the ground. Looking at the blast of yellow energy, he held the gun and looked all over it. Looking down as it spoke up.

"A gun is at it's best in the first shot." Holding it, "You are what I need; be thankful." Looking around.

"Thankful. Right."

Not really knowing what to expect for a partnered pair, Havoc figured that since the man had not been burned by his form that they were (somewhat) compatible.

"You do know there's a training field for this sorta stuff, right?"

Compatible enough; any problems, Hawke could deal with as they came. Or get rid of Havoc. It did not matter to him.

"I do." And obviously not a single fuck was given.

[Closed]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

sorry for the late! lllOrz school ate me! ><;;

/FLUFFS UP AND ADORABLES ALL OVER ON/