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Indie Private Nicolas Brown

[dollsted]

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[wiiltedflcwer]

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Kingpin & Kingsman~

[blackbirdwithbitterblood]

*The last piece of scum he had shot was right through the forehead. Right between the eyes. Bulls eye. What a wonderful expression the vermin had once life rolled away from his eyes and he fell limply face first revealing the small creature watching him with confident eyes. A grin is sewed on his lips and his hand is still raised with smoking gun aimed above her where the filth had been standing. She really should wear red more often, it suits her.

The metal scythe is lowered to the ground bowing before it's queen as a satisfied grunt and nod are given in her direction. He was proud of her. A fully functioning machine and both parts were deadly and precise. There was no room for error. What they lacked in height they made up for in skill. It was truly an honor to watch her at work. He caught a few glimpses when the bodies fell. How it seemed like she was ballroom dancing, spinning on tip toes and driving full force into flesh.

My what a marvel to behold. Such grace. Damn he admired the women in this city. And especially partners and allies like herself. He connected even more with her considering there was so much they had in common and that was rare to find outside Worrick and a few others. Gruff hands touch her crown once more.*

'I'll ask Worrick to clean this up. I owe you a coffee as well for doing a terrifying job.'

[blackbirdwithbitterblood]

*He watches her countenance and doesn't bother to waste time glancing into the shadows. He makes sure his look it locked in her eyes and he motions boxed chin in a smile before he turns and continues on. He walks silently as though nothing had happened. As if she merely stopped to get a rock out of her shoe. He was without his sword. But he knew if he stole the gun snugly tucked beneath her waistband she would make do with her skills in close combat with her knife. The perfect soldiers. Slender fingers grab the hilt of the metal and thumb un-clips and frees deadly metal. He conceals it to his side careful to keep it from glinting in the pale light of the moon. Movements are light, vulnerable, quiet when he rounds the corner and leaves her there. He takes up the rear to cut off any escape from the access point the intruder would more than likely retreat through. Adrenaline spikes in his muscles, without hesitation, with tapping into primal instincts the barrel of the death eater fires off a hale of bullets pushed by fire. The flashes of light each round he triggers shows a quick glimpse of the startled bodies that were ready to charge at the woman on the other end of the alley. Wolfish grin enjoys the look of shock in their deaths. He begins to move quickly and without a word trapping them in a sinister sandwich of slaughter as the two wolves close in on these pathetic sheep.*

[blackbirdwithbitterblood]

*He can scarcely believe his eyes. IN fact he rubbed a calloused knuckle across the back of his lids and yet here still laid the body of the mad woman they were meant to catch but not kill. She looks beat up and he's not certain if Lee had killed her. Fingers touch the pulse point of the older womans neck feeling the faint flutter of a beating heart. He sighs and stands up abruptly. Brow drawing down in an annoyed glare.*

'You went too far. Next time don't beat them up too badly.'

*Despite his hardship on her he was indeed proud. So proud that actions seemed to contradict chiding. Fiendish grin and guttural satisfactory growl stay caged behind grinning teeth. True- both were.....lacking in some area's but to see someone almost his size if not a bit smaller still be as strong as she claimed to be impressed him. Dinner. The very thought of those words erupted a growl in the pit of his stomach he couldn't hear but rather felt as it gnashed against muscle. He had to agree that there was something in the air that seemed strangely nostalgic. The weight of the warm breeze brushing against skin and cloth, the brightness of the moon casting seductive shadows against littered cobblestone. Large hand pats the top of her head and he leads the charge without giving the victim a second glance. He grunts again and motions his head for her to follow.*

[blackbirdwithbitterblood]

*Dabs @wiiltedflcwer *

[blackbirdwithbitterblood]

*Knuckles knock on the table to gain her attention. Fingers weave intricate patterns as he mounts his attack.*

'I'm always told to not let wounds fester.'

*He rips off the bottom of his shirt before tucking the rest back into his waistline. His partner would have a field day with this one but once he explained why such a sacrifice was made and to whom he'd melt into a puddle of goo. Gloved fingers take hold of the hidden hand and wrap the cloth around until pressure is applied and he ties with a small bow.*

[blackbirdwithbitterblood]

*He's entranced. Normally people didn't come into a dusky place like this and the fact that she was here roused some suspicion. Brow raises when he smells the bubble of copper on her thumb. He can see vermilion paint her tongue and hands rise quickly.*

'You alright? Seems pretty bad.'

[immortalcoil]

[patience]

Domination station. // Accepting.

*The replacement for Cerberus in the land of the living can be taxing and it seemed that Nico’s wick has burned and is now smoking scorching the tin. He had waved a talon in his direction and placed the position of the reaper partially on his shoulders. To do his bidding of silently letting the souls slip from cut throats and stab wounds. Humans who have hurt his precious collection and one way or another was always satisfied with Nico’s work. A low thrum travels from the static in his body to the fingertips that perch upon the dogs shoulder and a serene voice echoes in his ears.*               

           I suppose you can take a break from your duties and take a month of if it please you. If not then do not dally and throw a tantrum. The war is never won in this world and you should know this by now. Patience is the best remedy for revenge. A sly, slow, seductive tactic is best imposed here. I will not stop you by slaying your own enemies but do not allow your own revenge to take hold of the helm and chart into a raging storm for which there is no return. Have you learned nothing? Once you do it quickly it is done. But slow torture is more satisfying and the result will sate your blood lust.

@blackbirdwithbitterblood

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*Sprinkles salt on Hades with a sweet smile.*

[blackbirdwithbitterblood]

------*Dumps on the pepper.*

[everythingispossiblewhenubelieve]

[dancing-at-the-funeralparty-dea]

[blackbirdwithbitterblood]

*Wonders if Hades is secretly a cat.........*

[blackbirdwithbitterblood]

*Eyes narrow and there's a puff of air trapped inside his cheeks only heard through his nose as he exhales as if a water balloon is deflating. Slow and steady. Hands quickly work.*

'Not funny. Besides we have a contract and nothing more that shouldn't include things like that.'

*He italicizes /that/ and crosses his arms almost as if a child was to pout.*

[blackbirdwithbitterblood]

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[blackbirdwithbitterblood]

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