Seras Victoria VS Serin Kallo (RP sample)

It was a humid, busy day in Venice. Although from the rooftops, Seras could see the crowds of people walking about and doing whatever normal people do. She wasn't here to look at people though, Integra had sent her on a scouting mission to find rogue vampires or ghouls and dispatch them without anyone noticing. She had her Harkonnen slung over her back, so she was wary as to no attract public attention.

From her alcove, she could see a second level spanning the city, baked tiles lining the floor, with deep canyons made by the roads and paths. The clear blue sky lightened it up a little, but the area still looked dull.

Serin shuffled through his papers, he still couldn't pinpoint what he was missing. He didn't much mind the weather, it just spoilt his damn milk faster. His mind getting back to the problem at hand, he was sitting cross legged against one of the buildings being ignored by many people even though he did stand out. After all, not everyone walked around with a white lab coat, nothing underneath but a pair of jeans and nothing on his feet. That was not even counting his out of place white hair. Growing frustrated in his own right, Serin kept a straight face as he stood up and pushed the papers back into his coat. He got a few glances, but no one wanted to make a scene.

It was just like every day since this past week, humid, not anything interesting and still frustrated about the missing variable. That was, until he saw blonde hair and something that looked suspiciously like an oversized rifle in the distance. Shaded against the sun no less, curiosity peaked, Serin started walking on a round a bout route toward the location he'd seen the figure. She would have been able to see him coming what with all the odd stares he was getting and the berth he was given even on these crowded streets. 'What are you up to?' Serin thought to himself.

"A lab coat? The hell, it's 25 degrees!" Thought seras as she watched a strangely dressed man sitting. "I'm sure it's nothing, but still, it's rather strange." She began pondering on the subject when she had the thought "That stare... Maybe he was a spy or doctor. I'm going to ask him what he is doing."

Seras hesitantly left her cannon in the alcove, and started walking down the stairs.

Casually glancing up every now and then, Serin seemed to be enjoying himself for once. He took amusement at every stray glance he was given and gave a few people faces back in kind. He chuckled to see some of them start jogging away from him or running. He stopped at one of the stalls and came away with an apple for his troubles with the exchange of coin. He munched into it and was surprised that when he looked up again the blonde figure wasn't there anymore. He took a moment to backtrack and make sure he was looking at the right location and he found it was. He shrugged and with apple in hand entered the building.

The stair well was clammy at best, a few stray citizens trying to mind their own business or playing loudly. He sidestepped as he continued up the stairs at a carefree pace. Serin took note of muscle movements, facial expressions, eye movements and reactions to his presence. He wasn't going to be able to observe them first hand without interrupting them and so settled for this. It was interesting at least, first came the reaction to his hair then the coat. The reactions stopped there as they tried to ignore him.

Seras was making short work of the stairway before she noticed. "He's right there." Seras thought as she paused to look at him. She wasn't sure if he had saw her, but she made a beeline for the roof, shoving all the locals into the handrails of the stairwell, up into the roof. She found her alcove, loaded the Harkonnen which she left next to her out of view and stood in the doorframe, waiting for the mystery man to approach. "If he does anything funny, I'll blow him to pieces."

Serin kept hiking his way up the stairs before he heard a commotion up the stairs, not understanding much of the language himself he could only guess that some were swear words. He kept his eyes on the corner, waiting for omething to come down but when none did he calmed himself. His eyes shifted without break even as he stayed rooted on the spot, taking small pleasure in the confusion displayed on the faces of the two Italians. Serin took out his chopstick and skewered his finished apple, momentarily tossing it out of the window. He wiped of the lingering pieces of apple and started to tap out a rythm onto the handrail. The waiting game always amused him.

This was taking all too long, she knew he was waiting for her. She grabbed her gun, aimed it to shoulder level, and began walking down the stairs at a snails pace. She gestured to the locals, telling them to leave before she got an idea. She shouted down the stairwell "Hey, you in the white coat! Answer me or you are getting blown to bits!" As she continued walking down.

Serin smirked as they came stampeding down the stairs, either something scary or his assumptions as to how big that gun was, was true. The call echoed around him, almost throwing off his sense of where she was, though ultimately her footsteps fixed that. They sounded heavy, or light at times...hesitant? "What would you like me to answer you with miss? That's not a very nice attitude you've got there..." Serin noted the female's voice and any emotions it may betray, perhaps giving him a better idea on how he could deal with this. He hummed to himself taking everything in stride while his hand continued tapping out a rythm that he started to move further down the rail.

He was taunting her, she was going to shoot when she stood blankly, and blinked. "What am I doing? I'm not hurting anyone who isn't supposed to get hurt. How do I know he's a threat?" Seras thought, knowing that this man would not cause any harm. She wandered back up onto the roof and apologiesed to the locals. She thought about saying sorry to the man, but even still, she was wary. She kept her harkonnen on the sling and sunked back into her alcove.

After the fuss was over, nothing much could be heard but a few stray voices and metal clanging on metal as Serin continued tapping on the hand rail. His brow furrowed in confusion, he had heard that she was going to blow him to bits and now he couldn't even hear her breathing? She hadn't even had the decency of answering him after her threat. His eyes picked up shadows along the walls but none looked threatening at all so he continued on up. Serin looked around each corner before he proceeded, not taking as much enjoyment in the local's reactions now that he was on to something. His tapping never ceased until he came to a standstill inside the doorframe.
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OOC-not really feelin it tonight, but there ya go