USH'S MATRIX GAME- Zion play thread.

Excuse me..." Firewall stood up to his full height at 6'11", looking down at Barb, his face still bore that almost-vacant smile, "I may be new to the Shez, that doesn't mean I've havn't done as much as anyone in this room, including facing and running from agents..." despite his appearance, he remained calm and pleasant, taking his seat.

Falcon takes to moment to stop absorbing information, and instead put in his own input. He moved away from the wall he was leaning on, and moved into closer to the group. He walked up to the two giant guys (He's only 6'2.) And held his hands up in a mock gesture of piece.

"Hey hey hey, no need to fight eh? Besides, your both right. On somce accounts.

I believe that theres nothing else better when fighting multiple opponents then a good gun at your side. I myself prefer guns, and use two Glock 17's, and two Glock 19's. However, once all your bullets are gone guns are useless to you. So it would probably be ebst to not use just any type of weapon. Though, that's just my standing."

"Not to mention that guns are utterly useless against an Agent. Part of the reason why I gave up using them altogether, to be honest."

Firewall at Falcon, "I never intended to fight, I just have no use for weapons save a simple pistol or rifle, If I can't hit it with my fists then it's a worthy opponent..."

"I don't mean to brag, but I once managed to last nearly two minutes fighting an Agent barefist before backup helped me escape, although I got a desert eagle round through my shoulder and one in my collarbone, not to mention three fractured ribs!"

"My point Exactly." Barb says, Crossing his Massive arms and nodding to San. "I wouldn't rate your knowledge in the field as being very high, if you did not even know the insignificance of Bullets against the Agents." Nodding still. Barb once again stares hard at the Inch taller, but smaller of Build man, and continues "And as it is, I'd suggest you drop the matter until you can prove otherwise, as frankly, you annoy me. And the last person to annoy me, ended up in the care of the Medical Wing." Annoyance and Threat palpable in his Voice and Sinewy Form.

*Notes I'm trying to give Barb a harder edge after the Incedent with the Agent and the Bus*

((By the way, Firewall is actually one of those gentle giants, he's built similar to John Coffee from The Green Mile and a similar personality when in the real world, I'll post a picture of him tonight... he could lift a pallet of walker ammo on one shoulder... I'm at work right now, internet access during breaks 😛))

"Ah, shut up Barb, some people prefer different weapons or none at all. I never used to use weapons other than guns until I picked up my knives, and neither did you, either. Though I'd say I've fought Agents far more times than I'd like to." San says.

Falcon smiled, but pressed his point.

"Thats true, maam. However, who do you end up fighting the most? Agents or police, or other lowlifes? More often then not, we'll be fighting the latter. I won't deny though, that with you guys' luck, we'll probably get to fight some agents..."

"I used to use guns quite a bit, but just straight hand-to-hand can also be quite effective with a weapon, even against coppertops. Sure, you really can't get any range, but you never need to worry about running low on ammo or a gun jam or anything. And...we do tend to run into Agents a lot. It would be nice if we could go out on an assignment and have it not happen, to be honest." San replies.

(Barb is meant to be Similar to Guile from Streetfighter, Just with A Mohawk and Lots of tattoos that AREN'T American Flags.)

"Who can deny that slicing a Coppertop in half, is more enjoyable than putting a Slug into one?" Barb Asks, Standing his Ground.

"Really though, does it matter so long as you take down the bad guys? I prefer knives, Barb likes swords, and Ares and Burn just shoot the shit out of anything that gets in the way."

(the comment about Falcon being 'only' 6'2" made me laugh. San's about 5'1" 😛)

"True. Though sometimes, I have a feeling that every coppertop we kill, might be one mroe person we're losing. I mean, after all weren't most of us living regular lives in the Matrix, completely oblivious to the matrix itself, before we found out the truth? How many of those people that you slaughter each time might have been a future Zion soldier? Irony, you gotta love it."

"Theres no point getting Philosophical about it. Fact is, they are out to kill us. So, it's kill or be killed. Don't overthink it." Barb Says, Smiling.

"It's a fair point, but Barb's also right. Personally, I'd rather stay alive myself. And when you've got a pile of SWATs shooting at you, wondering about whether or not you could free one of them is nothing but a distraction that could get you killed." San shrugs.

Falcon shrugged back. "True..." He resigned, however, he was still thinking about it. He pulled a makeshift rubix cube out of his pocket, and stated fiddling with it absent mind-idly. He completed it in twenty-five seconds flat, then shoved it back in his pocket.

"As much as I dislike it, I agree with San and Barb, ignore the innocent and proceed with your mission, especially if that mission is getting to a hardline!"

"Think of it this way, Falcon...how can we free anyone if we get killed in the process? Not to mention that cops and SWATs are controlled by the system. They're not innocent in the matter, though they don't know it."

"You are correct. It's either us, or them. It's just...ironic, as I said before."

"Any bluepill is a host for an Agent," Mors says. "And we can't just tell everyone that the Matrix isn't real. It could break minds."

"Well, yeah. But who said anything about telling people now? All I'm saying is that...well, I've already said it. You guys are right anyway."