[Locus walks purposely to the car without creating a scene. There's no need to when the soldiers have already given him a folder and pamphlet with information. He moves at his own pace and gets inside. He knows this process, it echoes a time long past when he first joined the UNSC. Yet, it isn't the same, nor he the same soldier. Silently, he turns over the pamphlet and reads through the information while pointedly ignoring the other recruits. For now, it's in his best interest to cooperate, so he does - for the time being.]
ii. Heropa
[He ignores their pointed stares, the hushed whispers that easily filter through his radio. He's used to it. Some stare, others glance, and the so-called brave even manage to throw a glare his way. Pathetic. Locus ignores them of course, there's no point in addressing such useless locals, so he moves on, the stares moving with him. However, he gets no more than five feet before two children stop him in his tracks when they suddenly to run up to him, staring up at him with stars in their eyes.]
..................
[Locus turns his attention to the two, his movements slow, as if he's unsure what to make of them, and before he can tell them to leave the two boys start talking in excited tones.]
Wow. Where'd you get that armor?
Can I touch it?
Yeah! Can we touch it?!
[Locus just stares.] ........................ [He stands quiet for a moment, his mind taking longer than usual to process their absurd request before his eyes fall to their sticky fingers.]
No.
Awwhh. Why not?! We won't get it dirty, promise!
Yeah! Pinky promise!
[As if to back up their claim, the two boys instantly raise their pinkies up at him, and one noticing that there is indeed dirt on his hand quickly wipes it on his jeans before raising it back up for him to take while giving him the biggest lopsided grin.]
.....................
[Locus does not take it, and instead turns around and walks away with a muttered: ]
Locus | RvB
[Locus walks purposely to the car without creating a scene. There's no need to when the soldiers have already given him a folder and pamphlet with information. He moves at his own pace and gets inside. He knows this process, it echoes a time long past when he first joined the UNSC. Yet, it isn't the same, nor he the same soldier. Silently, he turns over the pamphlet and reads through the information while pointedly ignoring the other recruits. For now, it's in his best interest to cooperate, so he does - for the time being.]
ii. Heropa
[He ignores their pointed stares, the hushed whispers that easily filter through his radio. He's used to it. Some stare, others glance, and the so-called brave even manage to throw a glare his way. Pathetic. Locus ignores them of course, there's no point in addressing such useless locals, so he moves on, the stares moving with him. However, he gets no more than five feet before two children stop him in his tracks when they suddenly to run up to him, staring up at him with stars in their eyes.]
..................
[Locus turns his attention to the two, his movements slow, as if he's unsure what to make of them, and before he can tell them to leave the two boys start talking in excited tones.]
Wow. Where'd you get that armor?
Can I touch it?
Yeah! Can we touch it?!
[Locus just stares.] ........................ [He stands quiet for a moment, his mind taking longer than usual to process their absurd request before his eyes fall to their sticky fingers.]
No.
Awwhh. Why not?! We won't get it dirty, promise!
Yeah! Pinky promise!
[As if to back up their claim, the two boys instantly raise their pinkies up at him, and one noticing that there is indeed dirt on his hand quickly wipes it on his jeans before raising it back up for him to take while giving him the biggest lopsided grin.]
.....................
[Locus does not take it, and instead turns around and walks away with a muttered: ]
Ridiculous.
[As the two children chase after him.]
Wildcard
[Hit me! OTA]