01-24-2010, 09:43 PM
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Snake blinked slowly and, combined with his usually hooded eyes, it probably made him seem very serpentine. Daisuke had let out a small, strange giggle to the Hastati's dead-serious comment, and he waited patiently for some kind of justification. He didn't get much of one, just an assurance that it wasn't him but something else. Snake's gaze grew somewhat dubious, though he did not mention it. He had largely gotten to the point of not really over-thinking or getting at all offended by anything Daisuke said or did. The guy was a little odd, but it was just how he was—be it where he came from, or just how he had turned out. It was exactly the same for Snake, with his New Haven upbringing and unemotional outlook on things.
He was somewhat surprised by Daisuke's dangerous reply, though it was not entirely how he said it but what he said. Snake had not really considered fighting Haku himself—it was an almost laughable subject. How would a basic foot soldier in an army respond if you said you should seek out and kill the enemy commander? With laughter and a curse, probably. He had imagined someone high-up in Inferni would deal out the Dahlia leader's fate—Gabriel, avenging his mother, or perhaps Kaena herself (though that was perhaps a little unrealistic and too idealistic). No, Snake had imagined that he would simply fight his way through the rest of their nameless low members, nothing but a pawn on the chessboard. Not to mention that Daisuke seemed like the peaceable type regardless...
With the golden wolf's hope of Snake's own actions, his gaze sharpened and the barest hint of a defensive edge entered his voice,
There was a pause and then the subject shifted somewhat uncomfortably to Snake's home and how it affected his sleeping habits. He shrugged.
The cat slowly got up from the lap of his master, stretching and seeming to wander towards Snake. The coyote wasn't sure if it was the stoic glare that he was giving the cat or something else, but he settled closer to the cave than to the coyote. It was only when Snake was sure he wasn't going to be ambushed by the cat that he returned his dull olive gaze to his friend.
After a little while longer, Snake found that he had to get back to Inferni—he was bothered by having been gone for too long. The sun was just beginning to sink into the sky when the friends parted, and Snake was home safe in the Harrow Road Landfill before the night had become black.
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677.
Snake blinked slowly and, combined with his usually hooded eyes, it probably made him seem very serpentine. Daisuke had let out a small, strange giggle to the Hastati's dead-serious comment, and he waited patiently for some kind of justification. He didn't get much of one, just an assurance that it wasn't him but something else. Snake's gaze grew somewhat dubious, though he did not mention it. He had largely gotten to the point of not really over-thinking or getting at all offended by anything Daisuke said or did. The guy was a little odd, but it was just how he was—be it where he came from, or just how he had turned out. It was exactly the same for Snake, with his New Haven upbringing and unemotional outlook on things.
He was somewhat surprised by Daisuke's dangerous reply, though it was not entirely how he said it but what he said. Snake had not really considered fighting Haku himself—it was an almost laughable subject. How would a basic foot soldier in an army respond if you said you should seek out and kill the enemy commander? With laughter and a curse, probably. He had imagined someone high-up in Inferni would deal out the Dahlia leader's fate—Gabriel, avenging his mother, or perhaps Kaena herself (though that was perhaps a little unrealistic and too idealistic). No, Snake had imagined that he would simply fight his way through the rest of their nameless low members, nothing but a pawn on the chessboard. Not to mention that Daisuke seemed like the peaceable type regardless...
With the golden wolf's hope of Snake's own actions, his gaze sharpened and the barest hint of a defensive edge entered his voice,
My actions are justified.That was all he said, but that was all he thought he needed to say. He would fight back when attacked and he would kill if necessary—self-defense, as his mother had called it. There was an odd religious thought in it as well; Nikita's parents had been practitioners of a style of Russian Orthodox, and that had influenced her, which had trickled down to Snake. He did not want to kill without any kind of restraint, though he believed himself capable. Self-control was one of the most respectable things in a canine, Snake sometimes thought. It was not much to have power—many did. But to have it and not flaunt or abuse it, that was totally different.
There was a pause and then the subject shifted somewhat uncomfortably to Snake's home and how it affected his sleeping habits. He shrugged.
I haven't had any problems. I should probably keep close at hand in Inferni, though.No, staying here was out of the question for him. Nothing personal, of course—it was more that it almost seemed like deserting to him, and that Snake wanted to be one of the first to be on the counterattack if an alarm was sounded. A Hastati, training to be a Hydra, staying out of the clan grounds... was a bad deal. Snake didn't doubt that any music would help him into sleep either, but he hadn't been having too much trouble. He dropped to sleep quickly, though sometimes he would rather not. His dreams had been getting pretty rough nowadays.
The cat slowly got up from the lap of his master, stretching and seeming to wander towards Snake. The coyote wasn't sure if it was the stoic glare that he was giving the cat or something else, but he settled closer to the cave than to the coyote. It was only when Snake was sure he wasn't going to be ambushed by the cat that he returned his dull olive gaze to his friend.
After a little while longer, Snake found that he had to get back to Inferni—he was bothered by having been gone for too long. The sun was just beginning to sink into the sky when the friends parted, and Snake was home safe in the Harrow Road Landfill before the night had become black.