Sideslash

@miss_america_: Felix scowled. Zambazi was no doubt an ambitious man, probably engineering a downfall for Waraabe himself so that he could take the warlord's position. Playing to that was the quickest way to Waraabe, but the lieutenant was easy to hate. He pulled his clothes back on, buttoning his shirt up before he looked at the lieutenant. "Of course, lieutenant Zambazi. Excuse my attitude...I have lost many friends today." He listened to Zambazi's questions and shrugged. "Luck, I suppose. I don't remember much. Fire and death and a hail of bullets. Crawling out of a pile of my dead friends, and then getting shot at again, until I got here. I should be grateful. You saved my life. Although it looked like your place was under attack before we arrived."

@miss_america_: @miss_japan: Felix rolled his eyes, pointing in the direction he'd come from. "Vot do you think happened to zem?" He asked, referring, of course, to the bombardment that had happened recently. "I voz lucky to get here vithout dying." The lie was believable, and one he used often. "I thought your commander had full control of zis area?" He shook his head. "Do you have any idea how costly this job has been already? And now I'm being interrogated like some base criminal! I demand to see Varaabe immediately!"

@miss_america_: @miss_japan: (You will be receiving my therapy bills)

@miss_america_:

"You vot?" He asked, staring unbelievably. He rolled his eyes and unbuckled his belt. He muttered something about "fucking pervs" as he dropped his pants. His legs were much less marked, although a few long scars striped them. Also a faded red rose was tattooed on his right thigh. A small scar was dragged across the area where a name would have been, rendering it unreadable. He shrugged. "Ist das gut?"

@miss_america_:

Felix chuckled a little, looking around. "Excuse me?" He stared for a moment, before realising the guy was serious. He started unbuttoning his shirt, letting out several swears in German, and suggesting the lieutenant should have bought him dinner first. As he tossed the shirt to one side, the soldiers would see his mass of crisscrossing scars. It was honestly more scar tissue than skin.

@miss_japan: @miss_america_: Felix roughly pushed at the men who tried to manhandle him. "Halt! Get your hands off me! Cease und desist!" He argued, but not fighting back seriously. The plan worked as he was pushed inside the forcefield. He looked at the lieutenant, smiling a little. "Danke." He would rather kill the man here and now, but the plan required letting him live. "Ich heisse Karl." He said simply, looking the lieutenant up and down. He didn't look like anything special, but if Waraabe had powers, there was a chance his closest men did too. Metas tended to herd together.

@lacrimosa: You're probably right.

@silver_spider_:Nah, just learning how things are now.

Hmm.

So this thread has basically evolved into the new Thoughty Thoughts? Interesting

@miss_japan: @miss_america_:

Felix rolled his eyes, thinking the blonde was joking, then noticed the aircraft turning to face him. "Oh, I fucking h-" He set off running, much faster than before, as he was about a hundred pounds lighter than before, as the helicopters started shooting. They were basically lining up a path, but a few of the bullets strayed dangerously close, and without his armour, he'd need to dodge. No doubt they were scanning him, too. Determining his limits, seeing what he could and couldn't do. He thought it was likely that they planned to...dispose of him after the warlord was dead. Maybe he shouldn't have left his primary weapon with a potential opponent. Ah well, he thought. I'll burn that bridge when I come to it.

He was being pressed to stay ahead of the bullets. He saw the red shield of energy in the distance after a while, and sprinted towards it, still being pressured by the blonde's helicopters. "Star, are you actually trying to kill me?" He chuckled, hoping she could hear him. He doubted she'd respond even if she could. He saw the large shield steadily growing as he dodged between trees, the aircraft tearing up the ground behind him. He leaned to one side as one bullet whistled past his ear. "WHOA! I thought we were on the same side!" He was getting close enough for anyone on the other side of the shield to hear him if he really yelled. He cleared his throat softly, then put on the Karl persona, waving his arms in feigned terror as he ran. "Hilfe! Hilfe! Rette mich!" He screamed in German, his urgency only slightly inspired by the fact that he had nearly lost his head.

I don't know what it is.

Can I cut it?