Post by Donald Finn O'Neill-Kirkland on Nov 17, 2013 12:02:55 GMT -8
All he needed was a good line of 'shut up' and its reasoning to properly keep him quiet. Though Donald silenced himself, his lips were sealed with a mischievous grin. Only siblings could treat each other this way, and it was because of this bond that Donald had persisted with his impish behavior. However, the mission had gotten to a point that required some focus. With that, Donald made himself somber from the nascent quips and jokes that had wanted to be said. It was a mission, time to put a lid on it--most of it, not like he was going to let himself go through some personality metamorphosis. To his defense, being a little silly here and there helped him relieve stress; well, it might have backfired since it also causes more stress on Aoife, hm.
"Something's not right here. I don't like the sound of this. Seems like there's a kid there or... something."
"A kid?" Donald repeated, twisting his lip as he thought about it. "That is weird. I didn't think organ smugglers would hire kids nowadays. Then again, who cares why. We'll get 'em anyway."
He wasn't a fan of seeing kids on the enemy side. He had encountered these kinds of situations before, but it still couldn't sit well with him about detaining a child--or possibly hurting him. It would suck, but in a matter of life or death, reasoning with morals would have to be done and acted upon in less than a second, or else.
"You're keeping track of him, right?"
"Why yes, I am," Donald responded, promptly pulling out a little device that had a radar on it. The tiny, slender by frame thanks to nanotechnology, had a screen that indicated Vash's position as a flashing dot on the blueprinted map. It was going to come in handy later when they meet up with him.
"We won't lose Chipper with this fangled contraption right here, he reassured with a chuckle. "Anyway, looks like we're at th'spot te get out. All clear."
After taking off his seatbelt, he leaned over and gave the fellow at the driver's seat a pat on the back. "Thanks, mate."
He reached for the briefcase that was wedged in between he and Aoife and then opened the door briskly. The night air was cold, with a hint of sourness that made his stomach churn. Well, here goes nothing.
"Something's not right here. I don't like the sound of this. Seems like there's a kid there or... something."
"A kid?" Donald repeated, twisting his lip as he thought about it. "That is weird. I didn't think organ smugglers would hire kids nowadays. Then again, who cares why. We'll get 'em anyway."
He wasn't a fan of seeing kids on the enemy side. He had encountered these kinds of situations before, but it still couldn't sit well with him about detaining a child--or possibly hurting him. It would suck, but in a matter of life or death, reasoning with morals would have to be done and acted upon in less than a second, or else.
"You're keeping track of him, right?"
"Why yes, I am," Donald responded, promptly pulling out a little device that had a radar on it. The tiny, slender by frame thanks to nanotechnology, had a screen that indicated Vash's position as a flashing dot on the blueprinted map. It was going to come in handy later when they meet up with him.
"We won't lose Chipper with this fangled contraption right here, he reassured with a chuckle. "Anyway, looks like we're at th'spot te get out. All clear."
After taking off his seatbelt, he leaned over and gave the fellow at the driver's seat a pat on the back. "Thanks, mate."
He reached for the briefcase that was wedged in between he and Aoife and then opened the door briskly. The night air was cold, with a hint of sourness that made his stomach churn. Well, here goes nothing.
