[ The successful hunter outmaneuvers their prey, utilzing a combination of stealth and cunning tactics. The element of surprise is critical, specially when the prey is dangerous or likely to take flight. Patience is a virtue. Discretion is advisable. Caution is absolutely required.
Of those things, Sun Ce has absolutely none.
It starts as the sound of distant footsteps, the sound of someone running on packed ground. From the haze, a young man emerges, wearing light leather armor beneath a decorative half surcoat made of embroidered brocade. He would look a dozen or so centuries out of place even if he weren't in outer space, honestly. He carries a pair of studded bronze and steel tonfa, one in each hand, making him look particularly menacing as he runs toward the person he sees.
That explains the sounds of running. But what about that low rumble in the distance, growing louder and closer? And what exactly is he shouting at the top of his lungs for? It's getting hard to hear him over the rumbling. It sounds like an earthquake, or perhaps even... a stampede. ]
I said, get down!
[ He drops his weapons on the ground and all but flings himself into the first person he sees, tackling them to the ground behind an outcropping of crystals. Half a second later, a very ferocious, very pissed off pegasus storms by, snorting steam from its nostrils. The ground shakes from the force of its hooves as it gallops by, thankfully unaware that it's already passed its quarry by. If one looks closely, they might see a single broken arrow wedged into one of the beast's hind legs. It doesn't seem to have slowed it down any.
After a tense several seconds, the young man pushes himself onto his feet, brushing the purple dust from his clothes. He smiles sheepishly, offering a hand to the poor person he just tackled out of the way. ]
Sorry about that. They really don't like it when you shoot them.
▶ INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE - H
[ There are so many new arrivals that the facility can barely house them all. Some of the new arrivals even have to share an examination room as the scientists scan and document their particulars. Thankfully, Sun Ce isn't the modest sort, so he sees no issue with stripping down to just the plain, red shorts he wears beneath his outfit. The scientists take a measurement of his outstretched arms, and cold, gloved fingers prod at the muscles on his back and sides, which he clearly doesn't enjoy, but he's cooperating in good faith. ]
Subject name: Sun Ce. Did I pronounce that correctly?
[ He nods with a a small, uncomfortable smile, watching distractedly as they move about him and make their recordings. This is all technology that's centuries, if not longer, beyond what he's accustomed to. ]
Ahhh... that's close enough. Don't worry about it.
Let's see. Athletic build... calloused hands... some signs of minor scarring on the hands and torso... clearly a warrior of some sort.
[ His smile grows into a crooked smirk. ] Hey, not bad. Alright, what else can you all figure out about me?
It looks like... a steady history of sexual activity... but not recently.
[ Sun Ce's eyes shoot wide open as he lets out a choked breath, clearly taken off of his guard by that comment. He looks around the room, expecting for someone to smile or laugh at what should damn well be a joke. Then, since nobody else is going to do it, he laughs out loud, hearty but a little forced. ]
Haha— I don't know what that has to do with anything! Hey, can we hurry this up? I'm starting to get a little chilly.
[ The scientists don't seem to pay his request any mind, instead, chattering to themselves as they continue scanning. Flustered and utterly unused to being in this position, he looks up at his fellow examinee defensively. ]
Hey, it wasn't that long ago! I've been busy, alright?!?
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sun ce | dynasty warriors
[ The successful hunter outmaneuvers their prey, utilzing a combination of stealth and cunning tactics. The element of surprise is critical, specially when the prey is dangerous or likely to take flight. Patience is a virtue. Discretion is advisable. Caution is absolutely required.
Of those things, Sun Ce has absolutely none.
It starts as the sound of distant footsteps, the sound of someone running on packed ground. From the haze, a young man emerges, wearing light leather armor beneath a decorative half surcoat made of embroidered brocade. He would look a dozen or so centuries out of place even if he weren't in outer space, honestly. He carries a pair of studded bronze and steel tonfa, one in each hand, making him look particularly menacing as he runs toward the person he sees.
That explains the sounds of running. But what about that low rumble in the distance, growing louder and closer? And what exactly is he shouting at the top of his lungs for? It's getting hard to hear him over the rumbling. It sounds like an earthquake, or perhaps even... a stampede. ]
I said, get down!
[ He drops his weapons on the ground and all but flings himself into the first person he sees, tackling them to the ground behind an outcropping of crystals. Half a second later, a very ferocious, very pissed off pegasus storms by, snorting steam from its nostrils. The ground shakes from the force of its hooves as it gallops by, thankfully unaware that it's already passed its quarry by. If one looks closely, they might see a single broken arrow wedged into one of the beast's hind legs. It doesn't seem to have slowed it down any.
After a tense several seconds, the young man pushes himself onto his feet, brushing the purple dust from his clothes. He smiles sheepishly, offering a hand to the poor person he just tackled out of the way. ]
Sorry about that. They really don't like it when you shoot them.
▶ INTERSTELLAR ACTION FORCE ASSEMBLE - H
[ There are so many new arrivals that the facility can barely house them all. Some of the new arrivals even have to share an examination room as the scientists scan and document their particulars. Thankfully, Sun Ce isn't the modest sort, so he sees no issue with stripping down to just the plain, red shorts he wears beneath his outfit. The scientists take a measurement of his outstretched arms, and cold, gloved fingers prod at the muscles on his back and sides, which he clearly doesn't enjoy, but he's cooperating in good faith. ]
[ He nods with a a small, uncomfortable smile, watching distractedly as they move about him and make their recordings. This is all technology that's centuries, if not longer, beyond what he's accustomed to. ]
Ahhh... that's close enough. Don't worry about it.
[ His smile grows into a crooked smirk. ] Hey, not bad. Alright, what else can you all figure out about me?
[ Sun Ce's eyes shoot wide open as he lets out a choked breath, clearly taken off of his guard by that comment. He looks around the room, expecting for someone to smile or laugh at what should damn well be a joke. Then, since nobody else is going to do it, he laughs out loud, hearty but a little forced. ]
Haha— I don't know what that has to do with anything! Hey, can we hurry this up? I'm starting to get a little chilly.
[ The scientists don't seem to pay his request any mind, instead, chattering to themselves as they continue scanning. Flustered and utterly unused to being in this position, he looks up at his fellow examinee defensively. ]
Hey, it wasn't that long ago! I've been busy, alright?!?
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