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@explosive-bounty-hunter
" FIRE AWAY. "
Welcome to EXPLOSIVE-BOUNTY-HUNTER, A blog featuring an AU of Whitty from Friday Night Funkin'! This AU is Inspired by the song "Countdown" by JelloApocalypse. Below, you'll find links to the important pages on this blog! Mun uses it/it's pronouns.
Muse Info
Rules
Promo
Tag Dump
@door-to-door-door-salesman reblogged for Starter!
γ γ Well, what the fuck was this? Some rich bozos had put a bounty on someone's head for... Stealing people's doors. Really, that was far from the worst crime this bombhead had seen. But that bounty was spectacularly high. With pay like that, then how could he not take this job?
γ γ Whitty didn't know why, but something gave him the feeling that this hit was going to be much more than he bargained for... Regardless, he had a job to do. So he's lurking on top of the rooftops, late at night, looking for this mysterious door thief.
γ γ As he sees someone who matches the description, down on the streets, he retreats from the roof's edge, looking from the shadows. Yep, that's him all right. Him and his... many doors. How does he even carry all those around????
Another unsuccessful day of door thievery selling, then. Harold grunted softly as he rearranged his grip upon one of the doors, trying to get it not to drag on the ground. The salesman had enough troubles without nicked merchandise, and he had enough self awareness to sell that for a considerable lower price. His prices were low enough as is, no need to make it less. Still, Harold couldn't shake the feeling that something was... wrong. Off. Well, he didn't need to worry about that now. The sooner he got home, the quicker he could heat up his instant ramen and rest.
γ γ Damn. Bastard seemed to be in pretty rough shape. Not like it mattered, though. what he had to do was kill this bastard and cash him in. He's fully brought out his pistol, checking to make sure that it's loaded and that the safety's off. Good. He approaches the edge of the rooftop, quickly aims, and fires at the door salesman. That's a pretty good shot, if Harold doesn't dodge or block it, he'll be done for.
It'd be a lie to say that he was saved by his superior instincts, or that he knew exactly where the shot was going to come from and thus dodged expertly. No, what really happened is that he was so paranoid that he accidentally set of a chain of unfortunate events, dropping one of the doors he was carrying on his foot and being sent to the ground because of it. He winced, but the pain his own merchandise inflicted upon him was mostly forgotten with the smell of lead he could recognize.
"Shit- Look, whoever you are, I can just give you a discount-"
γ γ Countdown stifled a stunned chuckle at the events that just transpired in front of him. It didn't matter, he'd still kill the bastard anyways, but that was annoyingly hilarious. The moon was at the bombhead's back, silhouetting him menacingly.
γ γ "Nah. 'm not a customer. Just here ta cash in on a bounty." With that, he jumped down from the roof, landing directly in front of Harold. His gun was pointed laxly at the twunk, countdown towering over the man. "Quite the interesting profession ya got there, stealin' doors. Too bad it's gotta come to an end."
@door-to-door-door-salesman reblogged for Starter!
γ γ Well, what the fuck was this? Some rich bozos had put a bounty on someone's head for... Stealing people's doors. Really, that was far from the worst crime this bombhead had seen. But that bounty was spectacularly high. With pay like that, then how could he not take this job?
γ γ Whitty didn't know why, but something gave him the feeling that this hit was going to be much more than he bargained for... Regardless, he had a job to do. So he's lurking on top of the rooftops, late at night, looking for this mysterious door thief.
γ γ As he sees someone who matches the description, down on the streets, he retreats from the roof's edge, looking from the shadows. Yep, that's him all right. Him and his... many doors. How does he even carry all those around????
Another unsuccessful day of door thievery selling, then. Harold grunted softly as he rearranged his grip upon one of the doors, trying to get it not to drag on the ground. The salesman had enough troubles without nicked merchandise, and he had enough self awareness to sell that for a considerable lower price. His prices were low enough as is, no need to make it less. Still, Harold couldn't shake the feeling that something was... wrong. Off. Well, he didn't need to worry about that now. The sooner he got home, the quicker he could heat up his instant ramen and rest.
γ γ Damn. Bastard seemed to be in pretty rough shape. Not like it mattered, though. what he had to do was kill this bastard and cash him in. He's fully brought out his pistol, checking to make sure that it's loaded and that the safety's off. Good. He approaches the edge of the rooftop, quickly aims, and fires at the door salesman. That's a pretty good shot, if Harold doesn't dodge or block it, he'll be done for.
@door-to-door-door-salesman reblogged for Starter!
γ γ Well, what the fuck was this? Some rich bozos had put a bounty on someone's head for... Stealing people's doors. Really, that was far from the worst crime this bombhead had seen. But that bounty was spectacularly high. With pay like that, then how could he not take this job?
γ γ Whitty didn't know why, but something gave him the feeling that this hit was going to be much more than he bargained for... Regardless, he had a job to do. So he's lurking on top of the rooftops, late at night, looking for this mysterious door thief.
γ γ As he sees someone who matches the description, down on the streets, he retreats from the roof's edge, looking from the shadows. Yep, that's him all right. Him and his... many doors. How does he even carry all those around????
Whitty looked at the page he held in his hand curiously. A demon, huh? One with quite a high bounty. He enjoyed the high-risk high-reward hunts the most, as bringing in most humans was easy, killing them even easier. So getting a challenge was a nice change of pace. Now he just had to find the guy. He got up from his place in the treetop, about to descend, until he saw someone. Whitty hid himself in the foliage again, inspecting the new arrival.
γ @explosive-bounty-hunter γ
Hazel quietly cracks her knuckles, annoyed expression plastered on his face. Great, good, wow, wonderful. A fucking bounty over their head. Not even that long of taking a break from manning down hell and she's being hunted for c a s h. People these days. No respect it seemed.
The demon simply pulls her hair back into a quick bun, wearing something more casual rather than her normal fancy clothes. Though it was still fairly obvious of what they were, considering the tail and horns.
"The time I decide I just wanna go visiting.... fun. What's next? A killing spree?"
From afar that's kinda hard to tell if she's being sarcastic and joking or not.
γ γ He blinked curiously, looking down at the other, was that really...? His eyes flicked to the page. yes, yes it was her. He chuckled internally to himself, not risking letting her hear him. He guessed it was his lucky day. Very slowly, he pulled out his pistol, much more long range than you'd expect. Then, he began to point it at her, sticking his hand out of the leaves, and...
γ γ BANG BANG!
γ γ He fired.
Closed starter for @clouded-disguise
Whitty's eyes glowed harshly as he walked through the alleyways of the city. Damn it, he lost that god-forsaken fugitive again. "Tch. That fucker always had an advantage in the city." Truth be told, the bomb was terrible with city navigation. Everything looked the goddamn SAME! He sighed, leaning up against a wall.
Closed starter for @bots-baskets-and-bad-decisions.
For some reason, Updike found himself in the woods. Why exactly, I don't know. Regardless, one thing was apparent: There was a figure in the treetops, silhouetted by the slowly falling sun. The figure chuckles once Updike acknowledges him, eyes glowing faintly. "Hah! Well, I'll be damned!"
He had just been taking a walk. A walk. It was supposed to be a regular walk, and now he was in the middle of a damn forest somehow. He really needed to pay more attentionβ¦
His head snapped back up to the figure his eyes had swept over. βWhat the-β Who..
Ah. That chuckle was not encouraging. βUhβ¦ hello to you too?β He took a nervous step back and gave them an uneasy smile.
It was smart of the cloud to step back, as Whitty leapt out of the tree and landed on the ground in front of him. "You got a lotta guts comin' 'round these parts, I almost mistook ya for the hairy bastard I'm after!" He inspected the other closely, for a moment. "But he knows to avoid places I hang out in. Plus, he carries himself different, ya feel me?" He chuckled again. "Sorry for the fright, shortstack."
His eyes narrowed a bit at that. A bounty hunter? Go fuckinβ figure. βW-well I donβt really kbow what βpartβ this is. Unlucky like always, go figure.β Ah yes, because if anything will save you itβll be self-deprecating jokes.
But, at the confirmation that he wasnβt going to try and kill their ass, he calmed. They let out a breath and instantly relaxed. Fuck it man they canβt dodge bullets. βHeh, I bet. Not a lotta people like me.β He was pretty beat down in general, not much he could do about that though. He snorted, shrugging and shaking his head. βYou kiddin me? I wish a scare was all I had to worry about.β
After listening to what the other had to say, Whitty chuckled a small bit. "I s'ppose that I can't expect everyone to know where I choose to spend my time. That'd defeat the point of, well... A lotta things I do, really." at the other's plight, he tilted his head. "Damn. On the run, I'm guessin'?" One could only assume that was his best attempt at trying to sound sympathetic to Updike's situation.. Wether or not he actually was is a different story.
Closed starter for @bots-baskets-and-bad-decisions.
For some reason, Updike found himself in the woods. Why exactly, I don't know. Regardless, one thing was apparent: There was a figure in the treetops, silhouetted by the slowly falling sun. The figure chuckles once Updike acknowledges him, eyes glowing faintly. "Hah! Well, I'll be damned!"
He had just been taking a walk. A walk. It was supposed to be a regular walk, and now he was in the middle of a damn forest somehow. He really needed to pay more attentionβ¦
His head snapped back up to the figure his eyes had swept over. βWhat the-β Who..
Ah. That chuckle was not encouraging. βUhβ¦ hello to you too?β He took a nervous step back and gave them an uneasy smile.
It was smart of the cloud to step back, as Whitty leapt out of the tree and landed on the ground in front of him. "You got a lotta guts comin' 'round these parts, I almost mistook ya for the hairy bastard I'm after!" He inspected the other closely, for a moment. "But he knows to avoid places I hang out in. Plus, he carries himself different, ya feel me?" He chuckled again. "Sorry for the fright, shortstack."
Closed starter for @bots-baskets-and-bad-decisions.
For some reason, Updike found himself in the woods. Why exactly, I don't know. Regardless, one thing was apparent: There was a figure in the treetops, silhouetted by the slowly falling sun. The figure chuckles once Updike acknowledges him, eyes glowing faintly. "Hah! Well, I'll be damned!"
Zora Salazar lookinβ ass
He blinked at the anon, confused. "Zora who-the-fuck? i don't have a goddamn clue who that's supposed to be?"
Likeβ‘ or Reblogβ³for a starter from the Countdown AU Whitty!
Oh this is gonna be fun. [The Anon is a vague figure, hazy and see through, as though not fully there. Itβs voice echoes slightly as well.] -Mist Anon
Whitty's eyes flick over to the anon, having to look down to properly see them. Even then, he had to squint to make out their shape. What the fuck was this, some sort of mirage? "What in the goddamn...?"
Put him in a bath
RULES
β€ You should know the basics. Muse's opinion do not necessarily reflect mun's opinions, no godmodding, be patient with threads, yadda yadda yadda. If you're unsure about something, just ask.
β€ I will not be roleplaying smut of Whitty on this blog. No ifs, ands or buts about it.
β€ Whitty is a stinky ass bastard who does not particularly like kids. Do not attempt adoption, it will not end well. /lh
β€ I prefer fights to be plotted out beforehand. It should be noted that Whitty will not fight to the death under regular circumstances.
β€ When talking ooc, tone indicators are heavily appreciated.
β€ I reserve the right to drop threads and not respond to starters. It's not personal.
β€ I am always okay with changing my format for threads if it is hard to read.
PROMO
Whitty spinned the gun around on his finger, looking at the wanted poster in his hand. "Huh, this sure is interestin'. One Gabriel Updike. Unique lookin' fella. Shouldn't be too hard to track down." He stood up, pushing himself off of the fallen tree. "I still have a few bounties on the go, but I'll be able to bring him in pretty easily." He began to walk off, eyes glowing faintly. "Dead or alive."
MUSE INFO
NAME: Whitty (He doesn't seem to go by anything else. Does he even have a last name? Nobody knows.)
ALIAS: Countdown
PRONOUNS: He/him
AGE: 24 (Presumably, at least.)
ORIENTATION: He doesn't know nor care.
HEIGHT: 10'9
ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral.
OCCUPATION: Bounty Hunter.
RELATIONS: Gabriel Updike. (Currently hunting him for sport his high bounty.)
STRENGTHS: Extreme agility, endurance, stamina, and strength. Able to survive in incredibly harsh conditions, Barely needs to eat or drink. Very skilled with guns and other types of handheld weaponry. Excellent at tracking people down. self-reliant, confident, witty, and clever in many regards. Can create fire with his hands.
WEAKNESSES: Smelly. Lack of self care, inability to ask for help, lack of support system. No fashion sense to speak of. Impatient, hot-headed, and quick-to-act. His skin being metallic makes him weak to electricity. Lack of proper schooling. Cannot tell when he's being flirted with. Speaks in a horrible mix of a boston accent and a cowboy voice. Technically homeless, sleeps in the woods. Did i mention he stinks.
CLOTHES: For his outfit, he only has one - a horrible mix of a cowboy's style of dress, and something you'd expect to see at a punk rock concert. An old-timey poncho worn over a dark cyan tank top with an explosion design on it's side, and dark, distressed jeans. Along with that, he wears fingerless gloves and cowboy boots. He tried to wear a cowboy hat, but his unique head shape made it not fit.
BODY TYPE: Fairly lean, mostly leg.
EYES: Yellow sclera with orange, diamond-shaped pupils. His eyes glow orange, and the faint bags under them befit someone like him who's always on the move .
SKIN: Black, very faintly purple-tinted. At least partially metallic.
//TAG DUMP
