Thread: Ruin And Rebirth (Mech Pilot and darkangel76)

The hybrid was pretty satisfied with the delicate and sweet smile the girl graced him with. It seemed that the chocolate had the desired effect on her, the pleasure released by the simplest of actions supressing, even if just a little, the pain from her current plight. Of course, a small gesture of kindness and the chocolate wouldn't be able to erase it completely or simply magically make it all go away, but it was indeed better than nothing. Still, there was something else that helped. If the young man had to take a guess, he would simply assume that humans now were tougher than before, hardened by the times they lived in. The information given to him inside the pod classified humans as a very self-centered, emotional race, and while that fact remained unchanged, her reaction it was blatantly different from what the creators would expect. No weeks of grieving, no desperate crying. She was shaken, sad, but not desperate on account of what happen. The circumstances made the humans, he guessed. Even someone clearly delicate end pretty much sheltered from the horrors of their reality, like the petite blonde girl eating chocolate before him, was now able to recover from something as traumatic to humans as the death of someone close in a rather short ammount of time. But then, how many time had she seen it? How much had she cried for lost, loved ones? Humans would never get used to it, but they would grow stronger from it, each time. That was probably the main reason for her surprisingly fast recovery. Anyhow now that they were together, even if for a brief period, he was glad that she was able to smile so soon after experiencing what had happened in the morning of their fateful meeting. That girl was stronger than anyone would ever give her credit for. The girl was showing him how the backpack looked on her while he thought about her current condition, in a manner that implied she was looking for approval. It seemed a rather dull attempt at it, being such a simple task, but he figure she would get whatever compliment and approval she culd get, given the situation. In any case he could hardly see a reason not to indulge in her need for acceptance. She had done, in a perfect manner indeed, what he was asked. Not to mention that the girl had a very pretty figure, and he could see that while not that well endowed in size, she was slender and beatiful. By the end of his considerations, he smiled at her in a very casual manner, nodding. That's Perfect, Miss Harris... - he stated, then added with a litle, playful smile - Or, Cordy, if you insist. - he finished, his body leaning against his black Harley Davidson V-Rod Muscle 2013 Cordelia's question troubled him a little, though. What should he say about his name. Putting it simply, the hybrid didn't have one. The creators had no reason to name them, as he was merely a tool for the second wave. A weapon, no different from the gun pressed against his back, tugged in his pants. Of course saying that would probably freak her out, something he had no need to deal with. And simply saying he had no clue what to be called would be considered, at least, odd. The hybrid had no need to refer to himself in the third person so adressing himself as I or Me was enough until that point, as he carefully avoided friendly interactions until that point, so while not being a completely new situation for him, it was the first time he was having trouble experiencing it. Usually, a simply It's none of your business, would have sufficed but he could tell that wasn't the case. He thought about it for a few seconds, a little uncomfortable with her gaze that clearly expected an answer. It didn't have to be a name though. She didn't asked specifically for his name, but a way to call him. He remembered the only inscription on the pod from when he got out of it. A number. Ekh. Six . You can call me Six, for now. - Answered the hybrid. He knew it was probably an odd way for adressing someone but it was the best he could think of at the time. Maybe later he could sort it out. For now it would have to do. Trying to change the subject, Six took the Smith Wesson .38 Special looted from the enemy's boss, and after taking the empty cases out, reloaded it with the also looted extra ammo. After a quick spin of the barrel, he closed it, leaving it ready to shoot. He played around with it for a moment, spinning it around his trigger finger, first backwards, stopping, then forward, and finshing by swiching the gun's side, so the grip was facing Cordy. Here. You hold on to this as well. Might come in handy for you. - He said, offering her the gun. He was pretty sure she had no idea of how to use it, and more importantly probably wouldn't have the heart to use it even if needed, but it wouldn't hurt to have it anyway. - Do you know how to use it? Its pretty simple. This is the dangerous end. - He pointed the deadly hole on the gun's tip - Point it, pull the trigger. The gun do the rest for you. Just be sure to never put the finger in the trigger if you don't mean to shoot it. Got it? - Finishing his brief explanation he looked at her from behind his shades. Handling that would be something really worthy of his approval.