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Robert Archer
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by AzricanRepublic
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So begins...
Robert Archer's Story
“
Oh, cram a sock in it, Elle. Pick your food for tonight and let's leave. >=C]
”
Robert Archer folded hims arms as a gust of wind pressed through the night air. Hammering against the bulky jet-black armor that adorned the Jumper. An MR-24 slung across his back on a magnetic clamp, and an M56 Lashkav held against his hips as he let his arms slide to his side. The two Jumpers beside him took a single step as they began to follow him up the steps of the tavern. Archer looked backward and waved the two men away. "Stay out there, I'll call you when I'm done." Archer managed, his cold voice almost silent as the figure quietly followed a woman by the name of Ardin into the bar. He stood to her side idely as she spoke. "Just fuckin' pick one of them, and let's leave." He retorted, his hand moving to press against the holster of his sidearm.
Robert Archer let a soft sigh come from his gut as she pressed a slender, effeminate hand against his chest. The woman turning back to look across the drunkards, fools, and bastards of the tavern as Archer allowed himself to speak back to the woman. "Oh like it's really hard picking someone here. Not like they'll be missed." His voice trailing for several seconds as he followed her eyes, which fixed on some small children huddling into a corner. A look of disgust slowly made it's way across the Azricans face. "Fuck, you're gonna' eat kids?"
Robert Archer growled to himself; a panging feeling of enjoyment beginning to work it's way to the front of his mind. Feeding this monstrosity the closest thing Archer ever had to a pet. "Where'd what pretty little thing go, you lose sight of your chew toy?" Archer mocked as he took a single step in front of Ardin. His eyes scanning from side to side as if looking for whatever she had lost track of. His cold and cryptic sage orbs scanning the confines of the bar as he searched. "Which one you pick out, beast?" He intentionally meant to insult. He still had to maintain a small amount of civility in the presence of such brutality.
Robert Archer allowed the woman such close proximity, as much as it disgusted him. A form of sick, twisted enjoyment came from the womans words and actions and wants, however. Archer was fueled to feed this creature, whatever the fuck it was. Letting a satisfied grin sweep across his face, he offered one hand forward to Ardin, the gloved hand outstretched to hold the womans delicated digits in his palm. "Care to go introduce ourselves, Miss?" He smiled, albeit malformed and showing the true, twisted side of the soldier. "I'm sure she'll just love you."
Robert Archer quickly found himself pulling his mind away, back into that cold state. Ardin had introduced herself, and Archer simply held his arms at his side, looking to first Ardin, and then to Briena. "Archer, Lieutenant Archer." He informed, his cold voice almost a low growl as he motioned to Ardin. "Ladies, care to take a seat? I've been standing for some time, would ou like me to buy you two a drink?" He offered, pointing a finger toward the bar. "After you two."
Robert Archer watched intently at the trickery Briena had displayed. "That's a fancy trick." Was all he offered, seeming to disregard the womans stance toward alcohol. That was her loss, after all, the shit tasted great. "Ardin, you care for a drink, then? We'll let Miss Briena drink some water." He flashed a grin to Briena, almost mocking her for her sobriety.
Robert Archer found himself laughing at Briena's words. "Not where I'm from, Captain." He returned as he struck for the bar. The loud, powerful clunk of his bulky boots against the flimsy wood of the tavern following him as he sat himself against the bar. Ardin was quickly expected to follow him, and at least sit next to him. Archer allowed for variety, however, and was tapping his knuckles against the counter as he waited for the others to join him.
Robert Archer grunted lightly as the woman cursed, and sat beside him. "You hate it when that happens ... ?" He managed a laugh as he was served his drink, a small glass of whiskey with several cubes of frigid ice cooling the auburn liquid as he swirled it around his glass. "Why don't you just eat like ... a cat or something?" He inquired, his hands leaving the counter to shrug as Adrin looked around for her next meal. "Pick something that isn't so ... exotic this time."
Robert Archer took a single slow drink from the glass, the liquid draining into the mans mouth and slicing it's way through his gut and into his stomach. A gruff smirk came across his face as he set the glass down. His head pivoting to the side to fall over Ardin, his gaze easily striking downwards. He quickly caught himself and cracked his neck back upwards, following her own gaze to fall upon a group of people conversing with one another. "You want them?"
“
Sonata, you're one fucked up motherfucker. ._.]
”
Robert Archer was quickly up and following Ardin, arriving only in time to hear the harsh words that smashed Ardin's attempt at once again, snagging her prey. A low chuckle came from Archer, the soldier foldong his arms to his hips as he stood behind Ardin. "Ouch, miss. Looks like this dog here is calling your game." He managed, smiling lightly. First to Ardin, and then to the man. "The names Archer, son. Lieutenant Archer. I'm assuming you've already met Miss Ardin." He continued.
“
She gon' tear you apart, boy. ._.]
”
“
Yeah, I'll let you go first, Sidelock.]
”
Robert Archer let out a soft sigh as the situation quickly escelated, Archer's hand folding to his side to grip the cold machine slung at his hip, the MH-7 handgun would jump from it's housing, and aimed quickly for his forced target. Ardin was already well over the poor soul, and there wouldn't soon much that could be done for the poor soul. When the girl had to eat, she had to eat. Archer's head fluttered as he depressed the trigger and sent two rounds. The weapon was aimed at Sidelock, who had just recently thrown Ardin away. The rounds would impact in a split second, and rocket through whatever armor the human had prepared, not much could save him.
“
He's on the fuckin' ceiling, Ardin. I'll get the bastard down.]
”
Robert Archer acted quickly, dropping the MH-7 to the side as a round struck to his side. Archer quickly gripped the Lashkav, a compact SMG of sorts, and stuck it upwards, spraying a barrage of rounds upwards and into the figure. The larger and more powerful rounds easily being capable of shattering anything that wasn't Scatteran-grade ballistic armor. Archer didn't know how this unfortunate bastard survived the first two shots, but a burst from the Lashkav would make him pretty fuckin' dead. The weapon retorted as Archer strung a burst across the man, in an attempt to bring him to the ground to end this entire fiasco.
Robert Archer was hot on the tail of the sneaky little fuck, leveling his Lashkav onto his shoulder as the man dropped against a table. Letting off a burst of two rounds, Archer yelled in frustration as he hurled himself through a window. "You runnin' aren't ya', boy!" He barked angrily, sticking the Lashkav through the shattered window and firing several bursts of automatic fire. Anger rising in his voice as he lost himself in the moment. "Kid, you're fuckin' lucky! Really fuckin' lucky!" He managed.
Robert Archer disregarded the escelating gunfire, and found himself looking over to Ardin. Who was already fixing her sights on another unfortuante bastard. This girl obviously ignorant to what she was actually dealing with. Archer quickly folded his Lashkav to the side, and pulled back the slide, a single tungsten round flying from the chamber as he heard Briena's distinct voice, seeming to escalate in power in an attept to dissuade Archer. The Lieutenant simply delivered a brisk 'Fuck you', and aimed the Lashkav. Firing a single bullet toward Ceilia's skull. Archer leaning into the shot to provide optimum accuracy with his one round.
“
You sick, sick little girl, Ardin.]
”
Robert Archer growled angrily as the body struck the floor, a thick clunk sounding through the tavern as Archer pointed with a twisted grin across his face. "Shut the fuck up, ya' bitch!" He pointed to the ruined body, viscious blood spilling from the wound inflicted to the skull. The bullet, a single tungsten hyper-conductive slug, had smashed through the womans head and completely mathobilated the interior of her cranium, a massive spray of matter littering the floor. "There, can ya' just shut up and eat it now?" He offered, beginning to approach the table near Ardin.
Robert Archer was tugged away by the woman, and was quickly following her, but not as closely. He took a single step back as he let the Lashkav fall to the side. With a growl, he quickly pulled the MR-24 from it's mount across his back. Pulling back the slide of the rifle, a thick, audible click was heard as he looked over the ruined mess he had inflicted upon the innocent girl one last time before he turned to follow Ardin. "What do you mean, 'I'll come back for this later'? I fucking killed it, now eat it you psycho-bitch!" Archer said, his frustrated tone carrying into her as he leaned to her and spoke toward her ears. "What's your fucking plan now?"
“
Well, she's a psycho-bitch. You made me shoot someone so you could eat them. That's pretty fucking crazy.]
”