#v-wandering

While he had not acted out as a threat; lingering on the offense stance, uncanny towards those slightly unfamiliar to him, that scant familiarity was what encouraged him to approach as carefreely as he typically does – perhaps he mistake the figure for another,  the instinct to freeze per his response forwarded regardless ( not only was it the rational course of action to do, but stunned at the choice of words if he weren’t mistaken after all ), making if he daredbreathed or looked in his general direction more than he would like being under the amount of made-out scrutiny, the mentioned “fate” awaited him at all angles of carelessness.

❛ There isn’t any need to! ❜ Suppose linger at this space for a bit longer if it’d help, perhaps grasp at straws for what will be his remark after, aspiring it’d lessen what building tension had planted between the lot and gradually growing, as if wary when people were attentive to any trace of it treking higher levels. Or maybe – the gap was still too grand to really make out one another? He could think of the prince as someone entirely than what he was making himself ot to be, and vice versa. Be as the “reason” may, the sliver of hesitation to await the chance to approach felt suffocating, as short time passed by. Would another exchange of reassurance help? Hell, he’d rather not get himself shot in the midst of this, ❛ Nothing is going to happen if that’s what you’re on about, I assure you. ❜

“No touching.” He stated firmly before lowering his gun and putting away. 

The clone was still quite touch sensitive after all. The only thing that he had gotten used to were the occasional pat on the head from Loqi when the elder brother was proud of him.

It was fairly clear to him that he had been mistaken for someone else. Was it possible that this guy knew another clone that had escaped the lab? But Loqi didn’t say anything about having any other brothers out in the world that weren’t MTs...

Seven had no idea why or how he ended up in Zegnautus keep, but he had the feeling that he had been brought here for a dreadful reason. Only armed with his small handgun the clone slowly crept through the halls looking for an exit, using his barcode to access any area that he pleased, but quickly hid from any broken rougue MTs that were roaming about since he couldn’t bring himself to put them out of their misery at the time.

Gulping as he stepped around empty discarded MT shells on the floor the feeling of dread started to set in, feeling like this was where he was bound to meet his end since he had been deemed “defective” long ago. Slowly he peered around the corner, he stopped dead in his tracks as he watched a young man use terrifying magic to suck the remaining life out of an MT, making him drop his weapon and let out a horrified scream before taking off in the opposite direction.

With a solid way out still nowhere in sight, he ended up at a dead end and was sure that he was being followed. Whimpering fearfully he could only lift his metal arm in defense, firing off a few warning shots from the built-in gun that was now his only weapon.

Hunting had become second nature to Seven as fighting was the one thing he knew how to do. In the past couple years he had come to enjoy it amd helping people, even after the sun had disappeared.

However he would have never expected to run into another clone during one such hunt, and before he could speak and show concern about the other's obvious wounds he winced as a gun was pointed at him.

"H-Hold on Im not here to kill you I swear! I'm not quite like the others I swear!"

His red eyes of course betrayed him, but he hoped the brother before him would see that he was still more or less a sane human. Continuing to remain cautious he set his bags down slowly and pulled out his first aid kit he carried just in case he came across someone wounded like this.

The moment a bullet suddenly passed by him Seven knew something was wrong, for he had only had monsters and MTs attack him, and there were non in sight. Ducking for cover behind the nearest boulder the clone slowly poked his head around, gulping when he saw that it was another clone that had fired at him without warning. 

Hunting had become second nature to Seven. Not only was he help keeping civilians safe, but it helped him survive as well. It wasn’t hard for him to procure any new weapons or items he needed, and he had already gotten used to properly camping out at near by havens when he needed to.

Currently he was after a small pack of voretooths. Crouched behind a rock the blonde was currently watching them through the scope of his sniper rifle as he was hoping to take the majority of them down from a distance. Before he could pull the trigger though someone called out to him, though he glanced up with a raised eyebrow since it wasn’t his name in the slightest.