"Oh right."

"Oh right...I forgot that you've been on my team at one point." He took another swig from his cup, setting it back down. "Was that back when I was on Red or when Crimson was formed?"

⚔️Don't you just love it when you start hating everything you write and find yourself annoying to everybody?

What made him look at you like this?

"Should fix that." Another sip for his own. "Now that brings the question, you could have seen anyone else...why me?"

Would he be a good bandit? Who knows...he might try it out.

Heros, villains... Actual comic book shit come to life. I love my job.

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"Every now and then I do, yeah. You?"

He shrugged, stepping over to the table before sitting down, taking a sip of his impromptu Cubano coffee. "So..." It was all he could say really.

"Honestly it's fine, Raw suffering's the way to go." He jested

It is an interesting offer. And besides, I bet she could use a bit of brute strength from an augmented super soldier.

"It's fine. It was alongside other teams on a planet that was supposed to be a fortress so in the grand scheme of things it wasn't that big an issue." He sounds even more jaded then he used to be. Even back during boot he was a bit jaded but not broken.

And he got...Jetfuel coffee, with espresso shots. "And here I am, a solo act after my team got wiped out."

He has been told a few times that he'd make a good door kicker. But a bandit may be interesting.

"Doesn't sound like much fun" He stepped up to a coffee machine and started to type in what he wanted.

"Here and there, the usual. You?"

Sounds interesting. Might consider it.

"Coffee sounds fine." He gestured for her to follow as he walked passed and down the hall.

"Existing."

"Ah. Well...hello."

"About....?"

"They don't work unless they are mixed specifically."

He can't, Spartan'ing is all he's good at.

"what'd I do?"

It felt like it for a while.

Eh. It's a living.

"Eh."

A very slow turn of the head to stare at her.

He is used to being life's punching bag.

NO REACTION

It just hits his head without him reacting. He's numb to that shit

Breaths.

ㅤ The weak die The strong live Those are the rules #RWBYRP | #MVRP | #SFWRP | #FightRP

His life can be summed up with alot of judgement.

Fair enough. Carry on.

Be an afront to people. Not just gods. Be like me

... Oh great he's gotta deal with that kind of shit again

The hells did he do?

"Memories. Old ones." He set the magazine down and started to load up another one.

"No. I'm not." He was currently reloading a magazine, pushing each bullet in withe haste.

He's been in the live fire range practically all day. Angry shooting.

He's trying out a "tacticool" reload with his shotgun. So far he's gotten some shell flips successfully to land in the chamber.

Dunno why....You're not terrible.

What you thought I'd make you go through the safe sims?

I didn't say sims did I?

Wanna go through another with me? I need to shake off some rust.

Well I figured that, but how many did you get through?

How many did you shoot?