First Person: [ Appearing on screen, Tseng was already busy at work, catching up on the plethora of information that need be caught up on due to his absence in this new world. He appeared rather engrossed in the task, reading over the pages within the unmarked manila folder quickly while taking his own notes on the side. In particular, there were quick, long sweeps of the pen in hand, and he moved about almost disjointedly on the paper. Rest assured, though, that where Tseng was involved, there was always a very sound method. If Elena saw the feed, she may either presently notice, or later find out, that he was making a flow chart, a time-line of events for himself based off of the information he was able to find.
After a few minutes, when he did finally look up to reach for his cup of tea, he noticed the communicator was on and recording. He wasted no time in calmly addressing the public without the slightest hint of surprise or annoyance on his features or in his voice. In fact, Tseng used this unpleasant surprise as an opportunity to learn more about the city around him. ]
Would anyone know where I may find quality tea?
Third Person: Showdown.
Tseng had endured worse odds before: being pinned under steel beams in a self-destructing submarine, facing down death in a sewer, evacuating Midgar while it crumbled, and being tortured by three Remnants of Sephiroth. What was a pack of Wargs against two guns and Materia when compared to those impossible circumstances?
He stood still, eyes flickering between the three hell hounds as they paced. They knew this human wasn't fast enough to out run them, even if there was anywhere to go that he could hide. And though humans normally carried weapons, they saw none, and an un-armed human was far from strong enough to take out one, let alone three.
But what they didn't know was that Tseng had his weapons holstered, hidden inside his jacket for occasions as these. Occasions wherein he took it upon himself to go out on the field and assist his Turks in dangerous field missions. He and Elena were to assist in the protection of a band of engineers and construction workers, securing the land and keeping wild beasts at bay while they extended the city limits, building new establishments to try and expand, to create more safe havens and outposts for men to keep watch on the affairs of their captors.
This sector was assumed to be safe and cleared, it had been a number of months since they began to expand, and there were no reports of missing workers or attacks for two weeks now. But these three Wargs in front of him were trying to prove him wrong, for one of them broke rank to lunge at him, fangs bared.
Tseng whipped out one of his guns, unlocking, cocking, and firing three rounds at its head. The Warg dug its claws into the ground, whipping off at a harsh angle to turn and dart to one side. The first bullet missed, the second pierced a shoulder and wrought a painful snarl from it, and the third grazed its temple. Bone was broken, but only to skim along the surface. It didn't pierce the skull or brain. That Warg was at least put down for a few seconds, a precious few seconds he would absolutely need, for the other two had immediately come at him--and where the first came at him head on, the other two attacked his flanks.
That, he had been expecting, but he did not expect the other two to swerve and criss-cross, switching sides. He'd pulled out his second gun just as quickly, and aimed for either one, but no shot landed. His face tightened and he moved, quickly, taking off at an angle to go between the incapacitated Warg and one that was beginning to circle around and come at him at the front.
He kept his calm though the beasts were closing in. He could feel the current of air as one reached out and swiped for the tail of his coat, and the other one, running parallel to him now instead of trying to get ahead of him, was closing the gap like any predator would before the pounce. And then it lunged at him, flying through the air. Tseng's heart was racing, beating like a runaway train, but his eyes only narrowed with focus. His mind was running through any number of thoughts just as quickly as his heart was pounding in his chest, but he would never let fear take over. Not even when the Remnants tortured him, did he dare let them see fear. No, to be afraid was to lose control of the situation, and to lose control was death. So as that Warg launched through the air at him, he tucked and rolled, holding both guns over his head.
Four rounds were fired into that creature's gut, he counted, always keeping track of the ammunition he had left to him, but he hadn't long to focus on that right now. He was more concerned with the other Warg that remained behind him. It had leaned to bear to Tseng's opposite side, used to the normal reactions of other wild animals to turn and go in the opposite direction. But when Tseng ducked and hit the ground, it slid in, claws again reaching for him. More rounds were fired at the third Warg, he was prepared for that one to come in and seal the deal just in case, but even predicting the instinctual behavior of wild animals, his reactions were still too slow. He was only human, after all.
It had already sank its claws into his leg, and it was trying to claw its way up to his torso by the time the first bullets pierced its shoulder. Both let out cries of pain, but both persisted in their goals, Tseng gritting his teeth as adrenaline kicked in and dulled the pain. It kept coming, teeth gnashing and spittle going everywhere between wild and nearly rabid barks and snarls. It tried to duck and weave, but it was nearly at point blank range, and it had been lucky to miss the first two bullets. The third one landed right between the eyes, killing it instantly.
The wind was knocked out of him when it dropped dead on top of him, and it was tempting to lie there for a second and recover, but the adrenaline would wear off soon, and these gashes would quickly bring him down at the rate they were bleeding. So he gathered himself up, shoved the hound off, and moved to sit under some brush to avoid the inevitable scavengers while tending to himself.
The other two would die soon from blood loss if they weren't dead already--the head bleeds quickly and that many shots to the gut was lethal without immediate care. Even so, Tseng was still aware of the sounds around him while making use of his Cure Materia. And once his wounds were tended to well enough, he had to call Elena and the other members of the team. Others were moving in to take up the territory left behind from their previous sweeps, and he'd gotten lucky.
{ [CANON] Tseng || Final Fantasy VII || Reserve || 2 of 2 }
[ Appearing on screen, Tseng was already busy at work, catching up on the plethora of information that need be caught up on due to his absence in this new world. He appeared rather engrossed in the task, reading over the pages within the unmarked manila folder quickly while taking his own notes on the side. In particular, there were quick, long sweeps of the pen in hand, and he moved about almost disjointedly on the paper. Rest assured, though, that where Tseng was involved, there was always a very sound method. If Elena saw the feed, she may either presently notice, or later find out, that he was making a flow chart, a time-line of events for himself based off of the information he was able to find.
After a few minutes, when he did finally look up to reach for his cup of tea, he noticed the communicator was on and recording. He wasted no time in calmly addressing the public without the slightest hint of surprise or annoyance on his features or in his voice. In fact, Tseng used this unpleasant surprise as an opportunity to learn more about the city around him. ]
Would anyone know where I may find quality tea?
Third Person:
Showdown.
Tseng had endured worse odds before: being pinned under steel beams in a self-destructing submarine, facing down death in a sewer, evacuating Midgar while it crumbled, and being tortured by three Remnants of Sephiroth. What was a pack of Wargs against two guns and Materia when compared to those impossible circumstances?
He stood still, eyes flickering between the three hell hounds as they paced. They knew this human wasn't fast enough to out run them, even if there was anywhere to go that he could hide. And though humans normally carried weapons, they saw none, and an un-armed human was far from strong enough to take out one, let alone three.
But what they didn't know was that Tseng had his weapons holstered, hidden inside his jacket for occasions as these. Occasions wherein he took it upon himself to go out on the field and assist his Turks in dangerous field missions. He and Elena were to assist in the protection of a band of engineers and construction workers, securing the land and keeping wild beasts at bay while they extended the city limits, building new establishments to try and expand, to create more safe havens and outposts for men to keep watch on the affairs of their captors.
This sector was assumed to be safe and cleared, it had been a number of months since they began to expand, and there were no reports of missing workers or attacks for two weeks now. But these three Wargs in front of him were trying to prove him wrong, for one of them broke rank to lunge at him, fangs bared.
Tseng whipped out one of his guns, unlocking, cocking, and firing three rounds at its head. The Warg dug its claws into the ground, whipping off at a harsh angle to turn and dart to one side. The first bullet missed, the second pierced a shoulder and wrought a painful snarl from it, and the third grazed its temple. Bone was broken, but only to skim along the surface. It didn't pierce the skull or brain. That Warg was at least put down for a few seconds, a precious few seconds he would absolutely need, for the other two had immediately come at him--and where the first came at him head on, the other two attacked his flanks.
That, he had been expecting, but he did not expect the other two to swerve and criss-cross, switching sides. He'd pulled out his second gun just as quickly, and aimed for either one, but no shot landed. His face tightened and he moved, quickly, taking off at an angle to go between the incapacitated Warg and one that was beginning to circle around and come at him at the front.
He kept his calm though the beasts were closing in. He could feel the current of air as one reached out and swiped for the tail of his coat, and the other one, running parallel to him now instead of trying to get ahead of him, was closing the gap like any predator would before the pounce. And then it lunged at him, flying through the air. Tseng's heart was racing, beating like a runaway train, but his eyes only narrowed with focus. His mind was running through any number of thoughts just as quickly as his heart was pounding in his chest, but he would never let fear take over. Not even when the Remnants tortured him, did he dare let them see fear. No, to be afraid was to lose control of the situation, and to lose control was death. So as that Warg launched through the air at him, he tucked and rolled, holding both guns over his head.
Four rounds were fired into that creature's gut, he counted, always keeping track of the ammunition he had left to him, but he hadn't long to focus on that right now. He was more concerned with the other Warg that remained behind him. It had leaned to bear to Tseng's opposite side, used to the normal reactions of other wild animals to turn and go in the opposite direction. But when Tseng ducked and hit the ground, it slid in, claws again reaching for him. More rounds were fired at the third Warg, he was prepared for that one to come in and seal the deal just in case, but even predicting the instinctual behavior of wild animals, his reactions were still too slow. He was only human, after all.
It had already sank its claws into his leg, and it was trying to claw its way up to his torso by the time the first bullets pierced its shoulder. Both let out cries of pain, but both persisted in their goals, Tseng gritting his teeth as adrenaline kicked in and dulled the pain. It kept coming, teeth gnashing and spittle going everywhere between wild and nearly rabid barks and snarls. It tried to duck and weave, but it was nearly at point blank range, and it had been lucky to miss the first two bullets. The third one landed right between the eyes, killing it instantly.
The wind was knocked out of him when it dropped dead on top of him, and it was tempting to lie there for a second and recover, but the adrenaline would wear off soon, and these gashes would quickly bring him down at the rate they were bleeding. So he gathered himself up, shoved the hound off, and moved to sit under some brush to avoid the inevitable scavengers while tending to himself.
The other two would die soon from blood loss if they weren't dead already--the head bleeds quickly and that many shots to the gut was lethal without immediate care. Even so, Tseng was still aware of the sounds around him while making use of his Cure Materia. And once his wounds were tended to well enough, he had to call Elena and the other members of the team. Others were moving in to take up the territory left behind from their previous sweeps, and he'd gotten lucky.