As he pretends to be his favorite trideo secret agent star, Ace makes rather interesting if not convincing spy moves while entering the lobby.
A dive-roll to one side as if avoiding incoming fire in attempt to duck behind cover proves pointless at the lack of any bad guys helpfully shooting at him.
The duck walk racing waddle to try & avoid any rounds to the head is rendered an amusing sight at the lack of anything to avoid in such a manner.
The utter lack of cover or anything to need cover FROM ends up finally sinking in to Ace's hyperactive imagination & he slowly comes to a stop.
Standing up in the middle of the floor, a slow spin in place to scan the room, & Ace winds up with his hands akimbo.
Tapping his gun flat against his thigh & foot impatiently on the floor, he presents a classic confused kid getting angry aura.
Another scan of the ether to try & figure out WTF might have been causing all the ruckus, another scan of the physical to try & figure out WTF the cops were running from, & especially to figure out WTF that damned clanky noise is all
about.
((Electronic warfare, +3(Log) +2(Rating) +3(ComLink). Rolls: 5, 2, 2, 1, 3, 1, 4, 2.
Perception, +3(Int) +3(Rating) +3(EarBuds). Rolls: 4, 1, 1, 4, 6, 5, 5, 2, 2.))
He'll stride comfidently towards the front desk, gun at the ready just in case, but the let down at the use of all those cool spy moves has got him feeling dejected.
How is a guy supposed to look cool for the ladies if there aren't any bad guys to thwart?
This sucks!
*Cough*
In obvious consternation at the lack of action, Ace grumble mutters seeming to himself, not realizing he's subconsciously selected the group link in his eagerness to share any data he might have on the scene with his partners,
"I shaved my b4s for THIS?"
OOC:
Ace is channeling his favorite trideo spy show star.
The fact that he's just come off looking like a total dork for no damned good reason makes him grumpy.
There's no blow to the ego like having wasted all your best moves for no audience, right?
=-D Hahahahahhaa...
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