ᅟᅟ ❝ 𝗜 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗱𝗮𝘄𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝗺𝘆 𝗕𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳, 𝗯𝘂𝘁... ❞ | #MultiverseRP | #MVRP | #SheRaRP | 𝗌𝖿𝗐 & 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐 , 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋 ❝ 𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗳𝘂𝗹... ❞ ♡ ／ ♺ ᅟᅟ ᅟᅟ

ᅟᅟ ❝ 𝗢𝗵... 𝗖𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗵𝘂𝗵... ❞ | #MultiverseRP | #MVRP | #FrierenRp | 𝗌𝖿𝗐 & 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐 , 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋 ❝ 𝙍𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣. ❞ ♡ ／ ♺ ᅟᅟ ᅟᅟ

ᅟᅟ ❝ 𝗟𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱... 𝗦𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗶𝘁. ❞ | #MultiverseRP | #MVRP | #DCrp | 𝗌𝖿𝗐 & 𝗇𝗌𝖿𝗐 , 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋 ♡ ／ ♺ ᅟᅟ ᅟᅟ

QUICKLY throwing his parka over her, his face absolutely RED.

The jump was unplanned, but landing on a nearby building was nice... but the kick to the back? One she'd feel landed proper, and even made him stumble forward a bit? That was annoying. " Yer fast. Clever too... Lets put th toys away. " This time he wouldn't even bother being subtle. -

The bullet wizzing past him to hit the building, Null made an assumption turning his body slightly to face it better. But... when the building began to crack as if it were aging... His grin would creep ear to ear. " Oh... I like you. " As he jumped into action.

" Everyone worth hunting does. " He wouldn't elaborate but he also wouldn't notch another arrow, having not even taken an aggressive stance... He had a feeling she had something up her sleeve, and honestly? Half the thrill would be seeing how it went. " Bow has a two-seventy five draw. -

I'd prefer the scuffle, if its all the same we can share a bottle of Vokda before hand.

Oh, it didn't exactly bounce off; Given he expected a full proper bullet.. It would make contact with an unflinching man. Then just fall down, bouncing off his nose. " So is this shot for shot then? " Raising a brow as he didn't rush, pulling a arrow from quill that hung behind him. -

Which state is this...? Hmm... Yeah, I know of a price.

Sighing softly as he moved his jacket to the side just enough to pull a bow from his shoulder. " Wish it was a bit larger sometimes, with a lot less people. "

" I'm not known for being nice. "

Unregistered, heavy caliber firearms are also illegal. So is killing people for money. I'll just avoid running stop signs.

Tinted windows, I've got to stash my guns some place too.

I've got Vodka in my car.

I don't like wasting shots. And I didn't bring my silver.

You know, I *almost* feel rude now.

" A bounty hunter? Tsk... another dog. "

he'd allow it, hands carefully exploring up her hips... slowly but gently... sensuality holding, but a bit more slipping in. " gorgeous... I thought all I wanted to do was hold you... "

( Once over, eyes go up then down. ) I could see it. Probably with slightly less muted colors.

... This just looks comfortable.

... What the fuck is dark academia? I was wearing a black turtle neck.

I was just described as a 'book boyfriend' while scouting out a mall... .... What the fuck.

" better than alright... " he couldnt help but to take her in for a momment longer, his actions being delayed. Certainly she was beautiful, but this smalle exchange? He could tell she was going to become his new fixation... an unhealthy one but a complete one.

desperately clawing at his scarred eye in thr bathroom like an animal— his body wont let him make progress, but it HURT.

>_>;

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his hues examined her, allowing her to fully see his scarred dangerously blonde visage. his mouth would form a smile as well, as his hands made there way to her hips, gently massaging up. " huh...wow..."

he's just sitting around, reading a book that doesn't have a cover.

<- feral A little crazy touch starved obsessive.

Its occasionally reactionary, but much as you won't get willingly shot— i wouldn't either.

Arizona, Utah, California, New Mexico, Texas, Illinois, Oklahoma, and I think I'm still fine in Florida. ... Its a carrier thing.

It isnt fifty.

If I do... you'll never hit. And I like you to much so far to not give you a chance if worse came to worse. I can remove kenetic energy from anything in my line of vision.

It isn't honorable, but if you mean to take me down— Just a warning? You'll only do it with my back turned.

I'm only wanted in fourty-two states. That isn't horrible.

If I find myself in Macomb, I'll let you know my target first. That way we can decide before I act if you'll have a cold case or otherwise.

If you catch me, we'll make a performance of it. Don't be afraid to shoot at me, you'll very likely miss.

Well— How about this; I'll nod to the lawman respectfully while feeding the grudge. The ineffective are a bit more complicated. Not all of them die, but a forced retirement to leave room for new blood? That never hurt anyone.

I've got a few.... Those who abuse there power, use the name of a 'hero' to do horrid things and get away with it. Those ineffective at it... Unfortunately, it's given me a bad name.

Lots of targets in this fucked up world. More targets. More practice. Motivation to improve. I imagine you get it.

We are nothing if not a amalgamation of our experiences. I wouldnt be who am I am today without them. Besides, trauma made me a better shot.

one hand had its path, repeating, as if trying to memorize her. his other stayed wrapped around, holding her close to him that same semi-possessive nature. silence taking him, she was his full focus now.

I— ... You know what, thats my fault. I'm still getting used to 'people' My condolences, not that it means much after the fact.

Da. Almost worse in the winter... When I was no more than the height of a knee I was taken out... kids got out, huddled in the barn... Parents burned. They froze.

" Weakness disgusts me... " Grumbling as he walked from a dark ally, dufflebag on his shoulder.