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@dignitysconundrum
“Ah, so I hear,” Magdalene replied, not bothering to disguise the lighthearted skepticism in her tone. “A little healthy competition never hurt anyone,” she said, her smirk remaining fixed upon her lips.
"Competition is a nice word for it." Her chuckled briefly, raising an eyebrow at the other. "Competition would imply that you have a chance of keeping up with me. I'm way out of your league, missy, trust me."
"Actually, neither. But considering all the mercs I’ve ever met have looked more like Andre the Giant than pretty boy surfers, kudos to you.”
"Gonna shamelessly take not looking like Andre the Giant as a compliment-- even if only a wee one." He tilted his head slightly. "Reputation proceeding me or am I on somebody's hit list again?"
“Sounds like you’re not very good at what you do if you can’t rake up enough money to provide food for yourself,” she responded with a smirk.
"Hey there, food is expensive-- and why would I waste all the money for something simple as that when I can, I don't know, put it into a nice new flat in europe?" An eyebrow raised, he mirrored her smirk. "I'm pretty damn good at what I do."
"Neither, actually," Liza said, scrunching up her nose in mild disgust. "I’m not sure where I am."
"Well, neither do I." He shrugged his shoulders briefly, arms folding before his chest. "Then again, I'm rarely sure where exactly I ended up if I don't have business to do anyway."
entwinedfate
" Lady, I'm not a tourists' guide, so if you don't got a job to offer or some food to spare, you can just run along."
loistheintrepid
worthyofsurvival
"Ladies. You either came for my looks or to offer me a job.. in both cases… hey."
I can’t help calling you ‘pompous’,
when that’s exactly what you are;;
[ The blonde somehow managed to refrain from spitting those bitter words at him—realizing it was probably in her best interest to remain… civil. And that meant no talking-back, no insults, no… attitude.
For now, anyway. ]
❝—So… all you do is kill for a living? Are you fucking kidding me? How… how the hell can you do that? Jesus fucking… this can’t be for real… seriously…❞ [ Fair to say she wasn’t doing so well on the ‘no sassing or backtalk’ thing. ]
"Silenced you, have I?" An eyebrow raised as his smirk turned into a rather amused grin. Oh, it was always this easy. As though his mere occupation was already enough to scare people. A little boring-- but useful in a lot of cases.
"Yes. All I do for a living is killing. Sometimes a little mugging helping on the side, but mainly killing. And I usually tend to use my powers-- or a gun. Either works well enough." Naive little kid, she was. Probably never met anybody even close to him. He couldn't help but feel a tad bad about his behaviour, but his cover was not going to falter because of somebody like her.
❝Wow—what an honor—to be claimed as pretentious by the most pompous dick I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.❞ [The blonde scoffed with a roll of her eyes—her irritation rising with every word that left his lips. God, this guy was just… insufferable. ]
don’t mess around;
don’t
don’t; it’s risky;
[ And then—her expression of mild-irritation and amusement completely vanished. He was a murderer? Seriously?
Was he just… messing with her?
She hoped so.
She really fucking did. ]
❝—You’re lying—aren’t you? You’re messing with me, I know it.❞
She didn’t, though.
"If you knew me, you'd either be more careful with your choice of words-- of would probably not call me pompous." His head tilted forwards a little, eyes narrowing briefly at the blonde as his arms folded before his chest.
"I'm usually the first to prove a point-- but I'll make an exception for you." His smirk remains, and he stretches lightly. "Believe it or not, some people have to do the dirty work for their money." Very conveniently for her, however, he was having a day off, no gun in a holster by his side, no unpleasant surprises scheduled-- his true weapon was with him always anyway, but he wasn't particularly keen to use it that day.
❝Barking? What d’ya mean by that?❞ [Marigold did not particular care for an explanation—but, you know, it was something to say to fill the gap in conversation. It wasn’t like she had anything better to do, anyway. Unfortunately.
A mercenary?
oh, Marigold;
you certainly shouldn’t trust him, oh no;
❝So, your like, a soldier? Your in the army, yeah?❞ [ Pursing her lips—and cocking her left brow slightly—the blonde gave the older male a slight-curious look. She didn’t quite know what a mercenary was—but she was certainly eager to learn.]
"I mean that you are pretentious-- and probably aren't eager to prove that you got anything more than just that." Fynn shrugged lightly, briefly looking past her and checking his surroundings-- just in case.
At her following question, he's soon found a grin again, he even let out a chuckle.
"You have no idea what a mercenary is, do you?" His head tilted forward a little and he gave a slight wave of his hand. "Not a soldier. Not in the army. A mercenary, or freelancer, pretty much the same, kills for money. You name a person, maybe a place and a weapon, too, and a reward, and I make sure that that person dies. It's nice business, usually lot of room for playing about and lots of freedom-- and very nice payment."
[ Blue hues travel upwards—her rather stoic expression barely faltering—though the corner of her lips tugged slightly upwards into a wry smirk. Oh, she knew this type of guy. And it wasn’t a type of guy she enjoyed dealing with. No—not in the least. ]
people really are fucking weird; you should stay away from them, Marigold;
❝—Don’t call me sweetheart. Don’t call me anything.❞ [ That hit a nerve alright. ]❝And what are you, anyway? Some kinda drug dealer? Prostitute? Because—well, they’re really the only type of people that use the word “clients”. Either way—I’m not interested.❞
He's come across every kind of person and, in all honest, he almost considers himself a nice guy. As long as nobody pokes the bear. But these days, poking the bear was a unsettlingly easy thing to do. Obviously he wouldn't do anything too bad-- even a mercenary had some kind of dignity left, if the weirdest sort.
"Lots of barking going on, hm?" But there wouldn't be any biting. Look at her. Not the biting type-- at all. "Prostitute? Kid, prostitutes dream of making the money that ends up in my pocket after a successful job. I'm a mercenary-- and asking never hurt anybody. Well, it has, but not me."
[ What a curious statement. A job? What was that supposed to mean, anyway? And—even if she did have money—which she, unfortunately, did not—she doubted she would be buying him a drink. ]
❝I… don’t think you’ve noticed—but I’m under the age of twenty-one—so, at best, I’d be buying you a milkshake. And—to make myself clear—I’m not flirting. And, also to answer your other question—no, I don’t have a “job” for you. Why would I have a “job” for you?❞
"And you assume I'd think that'd be the one thing stopping you?" His eyebrow raised, a smug grin on his face-- as always. He's seen people probably a good deal younger than her getting their hands on alcohol-- probably including him. "If I would've aimed to flirt, I would've started this conversation a good deal differently, sweetheart." A small nod was given as his hands moved to be shoved into his pockets. That one was admittedly harmless-- or at least she seemed like it. "My clients don't exactly always follow a pattern in looks-- everybody could be giving me something to do and asking everybody if they do is the best way to get as much work done as possible."
it-is-vas-normandy
"Hey there darlin', how may I help you?"
bloodiedxsneakers
"Hi. You either have a job for me or want to buy me a drink. Any other options, you surely won’t like."
"I was just on my way to the store to get some milk actually. Do you normally accost young women on their own at night?"
"It happens surprisingly often. I am kind of used to people only crossing my path if I'm supposed to kill them or they want to tell me who to kill."
