Description: Quon returns to the arcade, though this time, he's steering clear of the Fighting sports games. There's zombie killing action to be had and mistakes in communication between temporary team mates to be made.
It's late evening, and the arcade is bustling. Various digitized versions of lasers, people punching each other in the face, and racecars acceleratin, and the less digital sounds of people talking very loudly as they try to hear each other.
Megane wears black sunglasses with mirrors to give him a view of what's happening behind him, his back turned towards the entrance. He dispatches zombies with a plastic gun, but he's paying more attention to the entrance than the undead menace which comes towards him. Which causes him to get that bloody 'game over' sign again. He furrows his eyebrows, and pulls some more change out of his pocket, restarting the game.
After his experience with Cammy over at NL 2010, he's avoiding fighting based sports games for awhile. If the Southtown University student sees someone playing the Vega character, it'll be too soon. Way too soon. Especially if the player has red gauntlet clad hands.
Instead, Quon finds himself making his way over to the undead light gun game to once again unwind after class. "Hey. Let's see if we can do better." He moves next to Megane picks up his own gun. After inserting his coin, he looks to the other guy.
Megane lets out his breath at this introduction, his mouth growing thin for a moment. But then it turns into a smile, and he looks back over to Quon. "Yeah. I'm sure with our combined power...." He trails off, and his smile grows a little wider. He starts focusing on the game as the level begins again, and lines up his shots carefully, aiming for the harder zombies with a good deal of accuracy... although he's not particularly fast.
Quon for his part is more instinctive in his approach to the game. He's not taking as much time to aim instead using his speed, reflex, and instincts to take out threats.
After some time the college student ends up realizing that his team mate is taking his time to line up shots accurately and going for the tougher ones. He then adjusts a bit taking advantage of those previously mentioned traits of his to go after the not as tough but faster moving enemies thus freeing his team mate to worry about the tougher ones without as much risk of retribution.
"You're pretty good." Megane continues to take his time, after all, he doesn't really care if he wins or loses, it just needs to look like he's trying. He pulls off his sunglasses, folding them and putting them into his pocket, as he stares at the screen. "Do you come here often?" A slightly distracted question, as if it's not his primary focus, but he's watching Quon with his peripheral vision.
"Yeah. I usually don't go for the gun games though," Quon says as he takes out a few more enemies. His adrenaline begins pumping at this point and his hand moves faster though he's still not as accurate as his team mate. "Hey. I think that shotgun pick up might be right up your alley."
He continues to fire rapidly using MORE DAKKA as his MO for dealing with the undead. "I tend go for the Street Fighting sports game usually. It's just recently I've decided I needed to take a break for awhile."
Megane picks up the shotgun. "Good point." He fires away, smiling faintly as he sees Quon getting into it, and even slows down a little now that he has the shotgun. Less work for better output. "Yeah, I'm usually more interested in Street Fighting myself, but this machine seemed like the right thing today... So why the break?"
Watching Cammy look almost pissed off enough to kill him three times before his body hit the ground after his Fei Long beat her Vega in NL 2010 was scary enough that he might want to lay off those games for a bit. Not that he'll say that. Making note of her being there asking questions and what have you, might actually end his movie career before it even begins.
"Um uh... People were starting to get used to my Fei Long. I wanted to come back to the game with a fresh perspective." Quon shrugs. It was a lie. But it was also a lie that kept him alive.
Megane raises an eyebrow slightly. This guy has never hesitated about anything, in the admittedly brief time he's seen him. So it seems likely either this guy is lying, or he's embarrassed, or he hasn't thought about it. "...That's not how training works. Especially if you go off to something requiring entirely different skills, like guns." His voice has an air of friendly condescension. He glances back over to Quon. "With reflexes like that, I think you're wasting it on games."
"It's not so much about 'training' as looking for a different way of seeing a problem." Still lying but at this point he knows what do to wrap it within a bit of truth. "There have been times when I've been confronted with a problem with which the solution didn't become apparent until I stepped away from it for awhile." That part is true.
He laughs a bit at the comment on him wasting his time on games. "What would you have me do with reflexes like mine?"
"Mmm," replies Megane, thinking this over.
"Fighter pilot, surgery if you can get precision down a little more." Megane turns his head to look over Quan, continuing to make steady shots at the zombie menace, then looks back to the game. "With a physique like that, I'd think you could even take up fighting, although you should always take things like that slow. But it's more exciting to do it for real than in games, if you ask me. Better respect and better payout, too."
Quon has already crossed the first two possible occupations off the list, neither holding much interest for him. On the other hand, being able to pilot a private plane would definitely be nice for him. When Megane gets to fighting his lips curl into an impish grin.
"One question. How do you know I'm not a fighter already?" He quickly takes out two mook like zombies and then immediately goes for the machine gun pick up. There had been something nagging at him but he doesn't want to embarass the guy he's working with right now so he glances around making sure no one's close enough to hear it over the sounds of the games before whispering, "I don't think you're trying to hit on me but you might want to rethink questions like 'Come here often,' or comments about physique."
Megane smiles a little at Quon's words, and rubs the bridge of his nose with one finger, as if pushing up glasses. "There's a guy called 'Mac Lee' who hangs out here who owes a friend money, so I thought I'd have a little talk with him." This is more or less true, although maybe 'friend' isn't the right word. "I was going to ask if you knew him, but then I noticed your skill level. I'd rather have someone misunderstand me then squander their skills."
"As for if you're a fighter, I tend to-" He suddenly turns and throws a punch at Quon's face at full speed, although he pulls back a moment before it would hit.
Quon's still focused on the game so he doesn't have context for recognizing whether that fist coming in from his periphery is a feint or not through body language and facial expressions. As a result, he leans back slightly as the fist comes in and seeing it stop just short of where his face would've been.
"Heh. You're a funny guy. You could've just asked if I was on Saturday Night Fight or Neo League or something." He laughs a bit putting as many bullets in the air and in zombies as he can.
Megane shrugs, lowering his hand. "If you hadn't whispered that, I would have had to actually hit you. Would've been an interesting fight, I think." He turns back, and raises his gun to shoot one of the more distant zombies, a slight smile forming on his face. "So when does the guy I'm looking for tend to come around?"
"Mac Lee?" A thoughtful expression appears on his face for a moment before he plugs a series of holes in a zombie before its body hits the ground. The name doesn't sound familiar. "Then again I usually don't ask for names. Could you describe him?"
A fast creature shoots by however he just barely misses it.
"Half Chinese, half American. Spiked hair. Usually wears black clothes, I hear." Megane's gun twitches a little before the fast creature, before he decides not to try. What if he missed? He instead takes a stationary but far away target. "I don't know what games he prefers. Seen him around?"
Quon on the other hand takes another shot at that creature not willing to take the risk that it won't kill them if left unharassed. "Once or twice but not consistently and I haven't really seen him near games." Quon shrugs and begins putting more bullets into the air, taking out a group on one side of the screen. "Guess our times haven't really matched up."
Megane pauses for a moment, then shoots a couple stragglers on the other side. If this guy is lying, it's going to be hard to dig the truth of him now that he knows what's going on. So either he takes this guy at his word, or he attempts to beat him up. He's not really paid enough to take that sort of risk, and it might not even make a difference. "Guess I'll check back later, then." A casual tone. He lays the gun on the machine in front of Quon.
Log created on 20:10:15 11/03/2010 by Quon, and last modified on 10:10:47 11/05/2010.