Snippet #2099021

Soki could hear the shouting over the song and his guitar strumming, slightly annoyed by the shouting as the song was just starting to get good. He sighed and placed the guitar down on the table and walked towards the front door; a corpse still holding onto the frame for dear life as if to keep everything at bay. He grabbed the man by the hair and tossed him to the side like a sack of potatoes, working the doorknob and the lock he opened it. “Easy, easy your interru-“ His sentence never finished as his eyes locked onto a familiar person. “what’n the hell are you doing here?!” He screamed down at her the rough irish accent making itself quite noticeable after years of learning to mask it. “You foolish girl” He barked at her and rubbed at his forehead. “Well get in, get in.” He said to her and backed out of the doorway so everyone could shuffle in, needless to say he could hear the growls and other unfriendly noises as he slammed the door shut and locked it once again once everyone had made it in safely.

He took this moment to toss his red bangs out of his face, “Well I suppose I should have really turned off the music after the initial attack here..” He mumbled under his breath as he returned to his table, sat in the exact same position he had before he had gotten up and returned to strumming the guitar. He may have been here on a mission, but leading and coming up with plans; that wasn’t his strong suit, dicing up enemies and knocking their head off at a mile distance was. He turned his attention back to his sister glaring at her slightly which was his way of telling her he disapproved of her ever coming to this forsaken place, in retrospect he didn’t choose a safe career either but it didn’t matter she was the smart one, and she choose to come to a place like this? Yeah he might have been the stupid one before, but that line of thinking was slowly changing to her corner. His eyes returned to his guitar as he plucked a cord harshly, snapping the string because of it as he sighed standing up and walking back over to the case and sliding it into place, and taking out his sword sliding it into it’s place on his back, then digging out the pieces to his L96A1 and putting it together, loading a magazine and pulling back the bolt. “So, We’re probably going to be surrounded on all sides by the things, and we’ve got limited ammo, except Faust, he seems to pull a clip out of his ass every time we tend to get into a situation; and let’s not forget 008 over there, surprised you’re not charming them to…undeath?” He wasn’t exactly sure how to explain the death of a already walking corpse. He then turned his full attention to the only Female in their little pow-wow. "Issy! your here to keep Faust in check right? No unneeded explosions, no waste of bullets on one corpse that pisses him off?" He asked with the only sign that he was joking, which was a big one due to it being a huge Cheshire smile.

He rubbed at his chin some and looked to his sister again. “She’s a civilian so what do we do with her, we can stuff her up here can’t we? keep her out of trouble.” He then looked off to the side and began to mumble. “And out of my hair..” Anyone with eyes and ears could tell he was not to keen to find his sister still on the island after their last altercation, but that wasn’t the point here. He sat back down his rifle in his lap now, his eyes locked dead on his younger sister, his emotions in a literal corkscrew on how to react to his little sister here, and in the middle of an apocalyptic situation no less. This was for sure going to compromise his integrity to the mission, there was no way in hell he was going to let her get herself into danger, at least if he could help it; she was just as stubborn as he was, and that was saying something.