08-21-2013, 05:33 PM
Combat was a dangerous thing. That's why people did it in groups; having someone to watch your back and pull your bacon out of the fire was a damn handy thing. But apparently Rune thought she could go it alone, that no one else mattered. He despised that mindset. He'd met more then a few people in the past who seemed to think they were the main character in the game of life. No team could thrive with someone like that on the roster, and he (or someone like him) had made sure those sorts of people either learned quick to get with the program, or they got dead.
He stood up slowly to stare down at the kid in the middle of her temper-tantrum. She probably had some sob story, certainly had daddy-issues. Some reason to think she was a special little flower. His anger was barely kept in check, although looking at him he seemed dangerously emotionless. "You''re right, I'm not your fucking father, now curb the fucking attitude, girl. Aria saved your ass tonight. Wasn't for her, you'd be dead. You don't care about anyone else, is that it? No one worth your fucking time? Fuck, I'm GLAD I'm not one of you fanatics."
He stepped closer to her, just daring her to raise that pistol on him, "Cats out of the bag kid. You can't be trusted to watch your own team's back. You saw one, and you took off on your own. Right into the fucking fire. Then what? In over your head, first thing you do is scream and cry and fucking panic. It's a good thing Aria kept a level head and took one alive, because I killed mine as soon as I heard you screaming. Next time, I might just let you scream. You don't have your team's back, they don't have yours. This is a big city. Things here you need to worry about other then your fucking monsters. Custodians. Police. CDPS. Gangs. Murderers. Rapists. Fuck, you'd fetch a pretty penny in the sex trade, after a few shots of heroin. So get your head on straight kid. You need friends here, and I'm just about done trying to be fucking cordial with you."
He stood up slowly to stare down at the kid in the middle of her temper-tantrum. She probably had some sob story, certainly had daddy-issues. Some reason to think she was a special little flower. His anger was barely kept in check, although looking at him he seemed dangerously emotionless. "You''re right, I'm not your fucking father, now curb the fucking attitude, girl. Aria saved your ass tonight. Wasn't for her, you'd be dead. You don't care about anyone else, is that it? No one worth your fucking time? Fuck, I'm GLAD I'm not one of you fanatics."
He stepped closer to her, just daring her to raise that pistol on him, "Cats out of the bag kid. You can't be trusted to watch your own team's back. You saw one, and you took off on your own. Right into the fucking fire. Then what? In over your head, first thing you do is scream and cry and fucking panic. It's a good thing Aria kept a level head and took one alive, because I killed mine as soon as I heard you screaming. Next time, I might just let you scream. You don't have your team's back, they don't have yours. This is a big city. Things here you need to worry about other then your fucking monsters. Custodians. Police. CDPS. Gangs. Murderers. Rapists. Fuck, you'd fetch a pretty penny in the sex trade, after a few shots of heroin. So get your head on straight kid. You need friends here, and I'm just about done trying to be fucking cordial with you."