Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24728342-20140624030059/@comment-24728342-20140813013302

Ringing. That was all Irving and Rust could "hear" after Vegas fired her weapon. Rust was still pinning the red haired girl the ground. Opening his eyes, the two saw only a large cloud of smoke. Rust tapped Irving on the shoulder, trying to communicate to his green haired friend. He gestured to his ears, trying to ask if he could hear anything. After a few seconds, they regained their ability to hear. Irving turned to Vegas, a scorned look on his face.

"What is your major malfunction?!" he shouted. "You almost killed us for style point!" He motioned over to Impact, trying to brush off the gravel and dirt that covered his weapon.

"Irving stand-down," Rust commanded. He smacked his ear a little, trying to get some dust out of his head. "I'm sure she was just caught in the moment." He then glared at Vegas. "Though, it would be nice if you didn't have such an itchy trigger finger."