08-07-2013, 11:22 AM
Rune tossed the roll of tape and empty gauze paper back in the first aid kit while Hood checked the security of the bindings. He’d live with only a couple squirts of liquid bandage, but he seemed intent on surgical conditions. Then again, Rune may have been underexaggerating (is that a word?) the intensity of that swipe. She did have a seriously sore spot when it came to wefuke.
While Hood about being a baby, Rune busied herself with getting a better look around. She hadn’t been paying too much attention the first time through, after all. She crossed to the wall opposite the bench and peered into the floor-to-ceiling lockers. She was focused, eyeing marks and manufacturers where they could be seen. About then Hood unlocked the racks and pulled a old-styled MP5 out. Of this particular rifle, H&Ks were easiest to get these days, what with the German company being bought out a while back, compared to their flashier counterparts hauled around today. Still, Rune nodded her approval and slid over nearer Hood, folding her arms while he adorably explained the purpose of the silencer’s purpose.
”Take it yah don’t have any newer model SDs? In case yah haven’t noticed, I ain’t a six foot tall grunt with monkey arms. Newer ones have a more customizable retraction-length stock.” She smiled and blinked, knowing, just knowing, that he’d be taken off-guard by the fact that she like... actually knew how to handle a weapon.
Then just to jab the proverbial stake a little deeper in his danglers, she pulled a matching MP5 off the rack, grimacing at the annoying amount of weight. Newer ones, designed for women in close quarters battle, were made of high-grade, lighter metal and were easier to heft around in general. Of course some sacrifice had to be made in power, but Rune wasn’t storming Normandy here. When piling on all the equipment for a night like this, losing an extra two or three pounds was like cutting lose an anchor, but Rune wasn’t as built as she was cause she likes watching herself do curls in the mirror....
She inspected the weapon for recent cleaning, service and proper function. There was no need to orient herself to it, since she was plenty experienced with it. But on the inside she was literally drooling. Uncle Seth would kill to have seen a place like this, and here his niece had her pick of the place. Such as any of the other variants around, but if Hood planned on carrying the MP5, then Rune would also, if only for the ease of sharing ammo should they need to. It was best for teams to have that kind of compatibility after all.
Rifle claimed for herself, she set it aside and went about gathering appropriate magazines. All in all, she pulled seven. One to load immediately, though she kept it in a more locked condition at the moment. There was no point taking the weapon into ready state until they left anyway. The extra six she lined up on the bench across the room with her ever growing pile of claimed items.
Then, without being too chatty about it, though she did keep an eye on what and where the …. still friggin shirtless …. Cuddles was doing and where he was doing it, she explored for the specifics of her equipment.
She didn’t often work in teams like this, so she didn’t own her own Land Warrior glasses. She had only a basic working knowledge of them, but like any kid grown up in technology, she figured out the basics pretty fast. She picked a set with a clear lens, since they were going to be out and about at night. It was mostly for communications anyway. In case the three of them were separated or needed to coordinate movements without giving away their position by screaming at one another. They came in multiple colors, and Hood had a couple to choose from. So Rune picked a black pair, because they just looked awesome.
She had to ask where he kept holsters, and once directed, quickly chose what she needed. First and foremost she snagged the smallest Kevlar vest he had. Which even though the straps tightened it down, Rune was trying to be practical here. It had room for four mags on the front, which meant the belt she selected needed to hold three more, the remaining two for the MP5 and a spare for her sidearm. All of this went on the bench near her ever growing pile of selections.
Which led her back to the two weapons she’d deposited along with her jacket from before smacking that bandage on Cuddle’s … would he just friggin put on a shirt already!? … side.
Unlike the MP5, which was pretty much universally used in police enforcement and militaries around the world, a specific pistol was very much up to the preference of the user. Hers had an internal hammer, mostly because she didn’t like having to mess with it in her hand, lightweight, single action triggered and semiautomatic. She was strong enough for a beefier gun, and stopping power was friggin important, but she also needed something easy to conceal and easy to maneuver. After all, it wasn’t that often that full-scale raids like this were necessary. Most of her hunting days were spent walking around in full view of the public, and only a small fraction took her on an actual chase.
She set the gun aside, contemplating whether or not to take it. With the MP5 as her primary weapon, carrying two secondaries (and spare mags) added weight and bulk, but she’d have to wear both the belt holster and a dropleg holster to make it work. She ended up leaving the gun as it was for now and pulled the second.
Her second sidearm was a bit flashier... and her favorite. At the moment it was kept in a safer positioning for carriage: the magazine was loaded, but the chamber was empty. It was not as common as the first, but standard enough to fit any common belt holster, which she had in her duffel upstairs.
It was a two-tone black, ready to be equipped with an integral suppressor (not on at the moment), compact and highly effective. The flashy part about it were the attachment options. Rune had a couple upstairs, but at the moment, it was fitted with an Optics Jammer that produced a precisely aimed electromagnetic pulse that could interfere with or temporarily disable electrical equipment like lights, cameras or computers. It came in handy for a Hunter who didnt want to be caught on video.
Finally, Rune inspected her gatherings, aimlessly thinking through what else to get. She had a few more pieces of specialized equipment in her bag, such as the wefuke stake, that she’d grab when she went back upstairs.
“Oh,” she suddenly spoke aloud, twisting over her shoulder to glance at Hood. ”I doubt Aria’s going to be carrying one of these,” she pat the butt of the MP5, ”So pull some extra mags for her to carry, just in case.” The other Atharim would need her own supply, but if she primarily relied on edged weapons, then there’d be plenty of room on her small-framed body to haul around extra for her team. Rune assumed, of course, that she herself was going to be in charge. Since she figured that as the resident furia, she’d be the one literally in the lead.
Rune ended up leaving the equipment down here and made to go back upstairs. ”And I’ll sync you up with the coordinates we need as soon as we fire up our glasses. We should exit through your tunnel trap door. No point walking around at street level looking like stormtroopers.” With that, she disappeared upstairs.
Where... very first thing.... she checked the room and stalked over to the fridge to grab those ice packs. There was still a good hour before leaving after all, and Rune’s shoulder and chest and head and arm were all throbbing.
She dropped into a seat with four packs. They were filled with frozen pebbles and so easily conformed to her body shape, like frozen peas. She wedged one between behind her shoulder, laid another on her wrist, balanced a third between the back of her skull and the wall, and leaned back enough to lay the fourth across her chest.
She rolled her eyes, tsking under her breath as she went. ”Frikkin rough handed ain’t he?” She spoke to Aria while squeezing her eyes shut with a wince for the cold. ”Thanks for havin’ my back down there.” Rune said without too much emotion. She wasn’t exactly the sort of girl with the developed social skills lending itself to being BFF’s forever, but she wasn’t completely oblivious either. But it was awkward none the less, and Rune was ready to get down to business. ”So I got the coordinates for the downed Hunter’s last known location. If thats where it all went down, they would have stunk up the place enough that I should be able to track his scent back to their hidey hole.”
She lifted her lids to pin Aria with her gaze, then added offhandedly, ”I’m Furia,” and waited to see if Aria recognized what that was or not.
((Ooc: I kinda moved stuff along a bit, hope that's cool. Jax looks like he's gettin' squirmy ^__^; Also, Rune doesn't know that Aria is also Furia, which explains that last bit. Finally, I figured we'd stay underground until we reach an isolated spot enough to surface and stay out of sight enough to be ignored, then go back under near where it all went down. From there we'll use our noses to find their lair.))
Edited by Rune Marx, Aug 7 2013, 05:22 PM.
While Hood about being a baby, Rune busied herself with getting a better look around. She hadn’t been paying too much attention the first time through, after all. She crossed to the wall opposite the bench and peered into the floor-to-ceiling lockers. She was focused, eyeing marks and manufacturers where they could be seen. About then Hood unlocked the racks and pulled a old-styled MP5 out. Of this particular rifle, H&Ks were easiest to get these days, what with the German company being bought out a while back, compared to their flashier counterparts hauled around today. Still, Rune nodded her approval and slid over nearer Hood, folding her arms while he adorably explained the purpose of the silencer’s purpose.
”Take it yah don’t have any newer model SDs? In case yah haven’t noticed, I ain’t a six foot tall grunt with monkey arms. Newer ones have a more customizable retraction-length stock.” She smiled and blinked, knowing, just knowing, that he’d be taken off-guard by the fact that she like... actually knew how to handle a weapon.
Then just to jab the proverbial stake a little deeper in his danglers, she pulled a matching MP5 off the rack, grimacing at the annoying amount of weight. Newer ones, designed for women in close quarters battle, were made of high-grade, lighter metal and were easier to heft around in general. Of course some sacrifice had to be made in power, but Rune wasn’t storming Normandy here. When piling on all the equipment for a night like this, losing an extra two or three pounds was like cutting lose an anchor, but Rune wasn’t as built as she was cause she likes watching herself do curls in the mirror....
She inspected the weapon for recent cleaning, service and proper function. There was no need to orient herself to it, since she was plenty experienced with it. But on the inside she was literally drooling. Uncle Seth would kill to have seen a place like this, and here his niece had her pick of the place. Such as any of the other variants around, but if Hood planned on carrying the MP5, then Rune would also, if only for the ease of sharing ammo should they need to. It was best for teams to have that kind of compatibility after all.
Rifle claimed for herself, she set it aside and went about gathering appropriate magazines. All in all, she pulled seven. One to load immediately, though she kept it in a more locked condition at the moment. There was no point taking the weapon into ready state until they left anyway. The extra six she lined up on the bench across the room with her ever growing pile of claimed items.
Then, without being too chatty about it, though she did keep an eye on what and where the …. still friggin shirtless …. Cuddles was doing and where he was doing it, she explored for the specifics of her equipment.
She didn’t often work in teams like this, so she didn’t own her own Land Warrior glasses. She had only a basic working knowledge of them, but like any kid grown up in technology, she figured out the basics pretty fast. She picked a set with a clear lens, since they were going to be out and about at night. It was mostly for communications anyway. In case the three of them were separated or needed to coordinate movements without giving away their position by screaming at one another. They came in multiple colors, and Hood had a couple to choose from. So Rune picked a black pair, because they just looked awesome.
She had to ask where he kept holsters, and once directed, quickly chose what she needed. First and foremost she snagged the smallest Kevlar vest he had. Which even though the straps tightened it down, Rune was trying to be practical here. It had room for four mags on the front, which meant the belt she selected needed to hold three more, the remaining two for the MP5 and a spare for her sidearm. All of this went on the bench near her ever growing pile of selections.
Which led her back to the two weapons she’d deposited along with her jacket from before smacking that bandage on Cuddle’s … would he just friggin put on a shirt already!? … side.
Unlike the MP5, which was pretty much universally used in police enforcement and militaries around the world, a specific pistol was very much up to the preference of the user. Hers had an internal hammer, mostly because she didn’t like having to mess with it in her hand, lightweight, single action triggered and semiautomatic. She was strong enough for a beefier gun, and stopping power was friggin important, but she also needed something easy to conceal and easy to maneuver. After all, it wasn’t that often that full-scale raids like this were necessary. Most of her hunting days were spent walking around in full view of the public, and only a small fraction took her on an actual chase.
She set the gun aside, contemplating whether or not to take it. With the MP5 as her primary weapon, carrying two secondaries (and spare mags) added weight and bulk, but she’d have to wear both the belt holster and a dropleg holster to make it work. She ended up leaving the gun as it was for now and pulled the second.
Her second sidearm was a bit flashier... and her favorite. At the moment it was kept in a safer positioning for carriage: the magazine was loaded, but the chamber was empty. It was not as common as the first, but standard enough to fit any common belt holster, which she had in her duffel upstairs.
It was a two-tone black, ready to be equipped with an integral suppressor (not on at the moment), compact and highly effective. The flashy part about it were the attachment options. Rune had a couple upstairs, but at the moment, it was fitted with an Optics Jammer that produced a precisely aimed electromagnetic pulse that could interfere with or temporarily disable electrical equipment like lights, cameras or computers. It came in handy for a Hunter who didnt want to be caught on video.
Finally, Rune inspected her gatherings, aimlessly thinking through what else to get. She had a few more pieces of specialized equipment in her bag, such as the wefuke stake, that she’d grab when she went back upstairs.
“Oh,” she suddenly spoke aloud, twisting over her shoulder to glance at Hood. ”I doubt Aria’s going to be carrying one of these,” she pat the butt of the MP5, ”So pull some extra mags for her to carry, just in case.” The other Atharim would need her own supply, but if she primarily relied on edged weapons, then there’d be plenty of room on her small-framed body to haul around extra for her team. Rune assumed, of course, that she herself was going to be in charge. Since she figured that as the resident furia, she’d be the one literally in the lead.
Rune ended up leaving the equipment down here and made to go back upstairs. ”And I’ll sync you up with the coordinates we need as soon as we fire up our glasses. We should exit through your tunnel trap door. No point walking around at street level looking like stormtroopers.” With that, she disappeared upstairs.
Where... very first thing.... she checked the room and stalked over to the fridge to grab those ice packs. There was still a good hour before leaving after all, and Rune’s shoulder and chest and head and arm were all throbbing.
She dropped into a seat with four packs. They were filled with frozen pebbles and so easily conformed to her body shape, like frozen peas. She wedged one between behind her shoulder, laid another on her wrist, balanced a third between the back of her skull and the wall, and leaned back enough to lay the fourth across her chest.
She rolled her eyes, tsking under her breath as she went. ”Frikkin rough handed ain’t he?” She spoke to Aria while squeezing her eyes shut with a wince for the cold. ”Thanks for havin’ my back down there.” Rune said without too much emotion. She wasn’t exactly the sort of girl with the developed social skills lending itself to being BFF’s forever, but she wasn’t completely oblivious either. But it was awkward none the less, and Rune was ready to get down to business. ”So I got the coordinates for the downed Hunter’s last known location. If thats where it all went down, they would have stunk up the place enough that I should be able to track his scent back to their hidey hole.”
She lifted her lids to pin Aria with her gaze, then added offhandedly, ”I’m Furia,” and waited to see if Aria recognized what that was or not.
((Ooc: I kinda moved stuff along a bit, hope that's cool. Jax looks like he's gettin' squirmy ^__^; Also, Rune doesn't know that Aria is also Furia, which explains that last bit. Finally, I figured we'd stay underground until we reach an isolated spot enough to surface and stay out of sight enough to be ignored, then go back under near where it all went down. From there we'll use our noses to find their lair.))
Edited by Rune Marx, Aug 7 2013, 05:22 PM.