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Post by Adrian on Jul 13, 2008 20:15:06 GMT -5
Someone had just run a feather along Leon's funny bone.
It showed just how much self-control the mere human being possessed as he held back what might have been an inner tidal wave of laughter. When it escaped his mouth, it had been reduced only to a light trickle of chuckles. Or just placid laughter that meant no offense to the overly serious man beside Theodore. However just how dead-on the humor had been showed itself in how long it took Leon to regain total control. . .enough to speak without laughing out loud.
"Well my surname is Saint, Tres."
The Hemet then turned enough for most to realize he was looking at Theodore again. Mostly since he was about to ask a serious question concerning the Gunslinger. For even though Tres' answers were guaranteed to be correct, the boy had made an impression. And that was: his answers were far more amusing.
"Your friend is quite the Gunslinger, is he really a robot?"
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Post by Luka on Jul 13, 2008 20:35:46 GMT -5
"Negative. I am not a robot I am a--"
"Yeah, he is! You should have seen him before we rescued him! Even that maid-bot Rosie has more dignity and honor than he does!"
"Negative. Dignity and honor mean nothing to me, I am a--"
"So your name is Leonardo Saint, huh? Sounds like a cool name! Is it fake?"
"Positive. Personal File updated to Leonardo Saint. If you have an alias please input this also."
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Post by Adrian on Jul 13, 2008 22:38:13 GMT -5
The scene playing out before him seemed slightly comical with how Theodore kept on cutting in at just the right moment. It almost made him wonder what exactly Tres was, and if the boy had been all that far from the truth. Little did he understand just how deadly these two actually were. Maybe he actually did, considering how much of their abilities he had witnessed so far tonight. Certainly a story worth telling a few people back in Rome.
"It's my real name. No alias though, I'm not that type of man. Unless you feel like calling me Leon. Most do. . .if they're being nice."
Leon was also not the member of some super-secret or super-dangerous group. All he ever turned out to be was a guy with a teensy-fortune. Not to mention someone with luck that switched sides more often than a politician. His next words were very vague in referencing a joke, but his helmet had turned to signify he was addressing Inqus.
"So if you're not a robot then what might you be? Since we're all being honest right now."
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Post by Luka on Jul 14, 2008 2:44:05 GMT -5
Perhaps in the mere moments that Leon Saint had given his name Tres Iqus had already compiled a file on him with all possible available data. Starting with Google and Yahoo! Personals.
"Negative. Concepts such as honesty mean nothing to me, I am a--"
"Well if you wanna know my real name it's Th-Theodore Von Ka-Kampfer. But people just call me Teo sometimes if I tell them to. You sure can, Mr. Saint."
"You do not possess the proper clearance for--"
"Tres has a weird name though, I think it's foreign or something. It's HC-IIIX." The little boy shrugged his shoulders, "It just must not have translated well--"
This time, it was the boy who was cut off by the loud sound of the Killing Doll's Dies Irae handguns rattling. The rattling was momentary and ceased the moment a laser-sight was resting in the middle of Saint's helmet.
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Post by Adrian on Jul 14, 2008 3:01:24 GMT -5
Any search of onlne personal profiles would turn up nothing on him. Especially any type of dating sites, since the man did not feel like breadcrumbs of himself across the interweb. Only a search of the Vatican database or Saint Germain hospital records might turn up anything recent. Besides that might be a few old obituaries that would reveal him to have no living family around at all.
The last Saint.
"Tres. . .before you pull the trigger on that gun, I request an explanation behind why it is pointed at my head."
As expected, his luck had decided to switch sides from getting-along-just-dandy to holy-shrimp-BFG-in-the-face. Leon was letting it all ride on his request to Tres, giving fate one last chance to intervene before he did it himself. The rattling had been unexpected from someone who seemed even more in control of themself than he was at any point in time. Would Teo try to protect an innocent man from the Gunslinger? During the entire ordeal, the Blonde realized that something from earlier was still in his other hand at the moment.
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Post by Luka on Jul 14, 2008 3:18:43 GMT -5
"Request Denied."
The ex-Gunslinger's gloves creaked as he tightened down on the trigger.
Nothing.
There were currently two fingers plugging each barrel of the android's handguns. "Now Tres...Tsk, tsk, tsk~..." a sugary-sweet voice chastised. "Didn't I tell you that if you were going to be my nanny you'd have to be nice to people I was talking to? Didn't Daddy tell you to listen to me?"
"My Lord must understand that giving away his personal information so freely is dangerous to both his own personal health and the security of the mission. Our success is the top priority."
At the moment the boy was standing on his toes, his fingers having a bit of trouble reaching the height of the ultimate 'Net Nanny's weapons. "Don't worry, Tres. He's only one man. What could one man do?" The boy cocked his head to the side. Although the android must have been extremely strong, Teo began to straighten out and bring his heels back to the ground, pulling the guns down as he did so until they were placed back at Tres' sides.
"Sorry about that." the boy said as he made sure the handguns were placed back into their holsters. "He's a little overprotective sometimes."
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Post by Adrian on Jul 14, 2008 3:38:19 GMT -5
Thanks to Theodore, the item went un-used.
"You certainly have my gratitude now Theodore. I won't ask about your mission to be sure, if just exchanging names almost got my head blown off."
If he had started to sweat with such a large caliber gun pointed at his helmet, what could be seen through the visor did not show it. Plus his boxers were still perfectly clean. Quite an interesting human who could stare Death in the face & at the most, blink. But some part of him was certainly linked to self-preservation when he spoke again with a polite tone to his new 'friend' Theodore. A kid that could kill massive monsters with but a single kiss.
"I don't mean any offense, but I really would like to leave before he finds another reason to point those big guns at my head again. I'm only human."
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Post by Luka on Jul 14, 2008 3:57:23 GMT -5
"Aww, you gotta go already? Well, alright then...I hope you keep in touch..." the boy said a little dejectedly, kicking his toe at the ground that was full of Beleth dust. "Say bye, Tres."
"Goodbye."
"And tell him you're sorry so he won't be mad!"
"Forgive me, my Lord."
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Post by Adrian on Jul 14, 2008 17:11:11 GMT -5
Watching the Horseman's reaction gave Leon a strange feeling in his heart. Someone with such destructive power could actually be sad to see him leave in a sincere way. It would probably make him feel guilty for more than a few days if he told someone at the Vatican about this pair. But his conscious knew that it needed to be done for the safety of other people. He felt that somehow, if he did not let someone know that there would be dire repucussions as a direct result.
"Apology accepted Tres. Farewell Theodore. I'm sure we'll run into eachother again soon if you two keep hanging around giant monsters like Beleth."
He said with a bit of an amused smile in his tone before heading off toward his white motorcycle. Once on board he turned the key & revved up the enging to a noise level he liked before motoring off. Leon headed in the opposite direction of which he had come, planning on finding a detour around that ruined chasm. Whatever Tres and his ward did at this point would be unknown to him.
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Post by Luka on Jul 15, 2008 20:22:31 GMT -5
The boy continued to look down at the ground as the man left, moving to grip his companion's hand until the sound of the bike faded completely. Once they were left alone, the little hand twined with the larger one began to swing back and forth.
"Mission Completed, Tres?"
"Positive."
"Do you really think he'll tell on us though? Do you think that was even the same guy? That was kind of hard, wasn't it? It's like a really slow game of Hide 'n Seek..." The boy reached up and scratched his head idly. He looked up at Tres. "But do you think it'll pick up? I mean, it's going to get fun now, isn't it? I know that's what Daddy said..."
"Positive. When combined with our current success the probability of a future encounter with Leon Saint raises to 75%. To suspect that our level of activity will rise with this is also correct. The level of danger is also bound to escalate. It is advised that my Lord continue with his training immediately to avoid future problems. It is not advised however that you repeat your previous performance as it was extremely unsafe."
The boy released the android's hand. "Yeah, yeah, I know that already! But if we didn't show him right out he never would have got it!" A pleased, familiar grin slicked over the child's face as he touched a finger to his lips. "He doesn't know how hard it was for me to resist though...he was right there...!" He let out an excited sound but quickly settled down. "Oh well, if you're right, Mr Calculator, then we'll be seeing him again. But let's hurry up and finish so I can go home and tell Daddy what we did today!"
"Positive."
Skipping ahead of the other, Theodore turned back toward the direction they came from. The pair disappearing from sight as they wandered back into the shattered cityscape.
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