I haven't started to blow shite up the fuck yet

"Aye, all yours to enjoy. It's not known as 'water of life' fer no good reason." As the bottle exchanged hands, the Spartan knelt down beside the other, resting her prosthetic arm atop of the metallic knee. "Smooth and got some sweetness to it. One of my favorites. The quality is in the taste. —

Jack Daniels? Oh, he could do so much better with a proper whiskey. With her prosthetic arm outstretched, a bottle of amber colored liquor clenched in the metallic hand. "How's about something quality fer your drinking, mate?"

I've got the goods, now all we need is a little bit of fire.

𓆙Serpentine𓆙 Absolutely my favorite piece of Killian that I've done

I wasn't gonna miss out on the craic, can't be having it without lil ol me there.

Is she covered in soot? Possibly. Maybe. Her clothing smells of smoke and has several patches of scorch marks.

Been busy all night long making shite for today.

Cool, enjoy the goods.

Works fine. Just as long as I get the later payment, you'll be hearing from me if I don't get it.

Small as in 50 cR. It's a steal.

I can do one for free and the other fer a small cost. They are timely tae make.

Gots myself a few C4 blocks wired tae go off with a simple remote detonation charge. Or I could give ya one of my fancier ones with a sensor on it tae go boom when someone gets closer than a few meters.

Good, I have plenty of devices to pick from and some with a little extra pizzazz to it All homemade by yours truly. Got anything you're looking tae destroy?

Need to blow something up? I have the means.

Someone need some shite blown up tae fuck?

Aye, good point. Let's go fuck shite up.

BOOM BOOM BOOM! The Gamma is maniacally cackling. Maybe she's having a little too much fun with this.

Sounds like a plan. I'll be grabbin my homemade devices too. We using rockets too?

Aye. I'm down for some nonsense.

I just finished a batch o' goodies, what's gettin blown up tae fuck

Are we blowin shite up today?

The Gamma was laying down, back against the cool metal as she faced at the overhanging ceiling. She held her matchbox in hand, striking the match against the strip on the side and igniting it. Killian's stare stayed at the base of the flame as it crawled towards her fingers and snuffed itself out.

ᵀʰᵉʸ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵉˣᵉᶜᵘᵗⁱᵒⁿ. . . ᴵ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵐʸ ᶠʳᵉᵉᵈᵒᵐ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪᴄᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɪʀᴏɴ ʟᴜɴɢ! (ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ!!) ( #RP #MVRP )

Do you ever think about kissing girls on the mouth ?

The Gamma would be sitting down on the ground, a couple feet away from the bonfire. She held a glass bottle, full of whiskey in one hand and a fire poker in the other. Killian would be jamming the poker stick into the flames, —

All three ideas wrapped together sounds good, don't it? If she wants to join, Killian is at one of the designated fire areas in the atrium.

Disturbance of the peace? The bonfire is going to be in the atrium, after all.

I can definitely tell, lass. Would you care to join me for a bonfire tonight?

Be gay, do crime, commit arson.

"Name's Killian, nice to meet ya." The corners of her mouth twitched upwards into a slight smile. She fumbled with her box, retrieving another match to strike against the side of the box. "If I wanna be more formal, it's Killian-G109, but I dinnae think that's going to be needed."

Sounds like an endorsement for arson, I like it.

"Was a bit lost in thought fer a second—." If anything, this was the distraction that she needed. Her nose crinkled at the smoke and she scanned over the other, noting that she at the very least wasn't Covenant. "Howdy howdy. Got a name, lass?"

・𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚗 "𝚁𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕" 𝙽𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚗・ ┏ ┓ ᴏᴄʀᴘ ᴀᴜʀᴘ ᴍᴠʀᴘ ┗ ┛ 𝙾𝚌𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍 ♡

She could have sworn she had been by her lonesome—. "Jesus, Mary and—, the hell did you come from—?" It took the Spartan a second to readjust, the match she held burning down to her fingers after the cigar was lit. She'd rub her fingers together, savoring what was left of the heat of the flame.

Killian is messing with her box of matches again. It's better to keep her hands busy with something, anything, really.

"Aye, that was the idea." Killian glanced down and removed the cork on the bottle that she was carrying. She took a small sniff from the bottle before she offered it to him. "You can smell some of the spice, but it's not a heavy heat."

Aye, but it is a good time. Also not to mention it's a demonstration of strength and accuracy. It wouldn't be too much different from throwing knives or darts in any case.

It works well together. Good both straight and in a cocktail. Something in me is thinking about archery again.

Ah is today the blessed day

Well , there's also space for that too . She's got a few new liquors to take for a spin, there's a tequila she found interesting. Supposed to be sweet and spicy.

Almost twins. Just a year apart though. How's about a couple drinks to celebrate the occasion? She knows what she plans to do tonight.

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" 𝐈𝐟 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 , 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ." #SeductiveSunday

She's fidgeting with her matches again, striking them until they burn down to her fingers. It's comforting.

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