Are we NOT going to kill anyone!?

Indie RP for Wilhelmina Kensington of the Seventh Inner Circle of the Hellfire Club. Little shit extraordinaire. (Character belongs to Marvel. Muse is only 11 yrs old, so obviously no smut, but there will be a fair share of violence at times, just as a warning.)

[kid-omega]

this was the first time I drew a lot of these characters 

so be nice ok

[hellfirekitties]

//Alright, sorry, but Little Miss Whack Job seems to be tired now. Too much mayhem, so she's gonna pass out.//

[theshiarprince]

Doubtful it will help you prevail.

My Hair? It is styled similar to my father’s.

[hellfirekitties]

Then obviously you don't know Max.

Hmm, so your whole family likes to look like that. Okay.

[theshiarprince]

Should you find a means for you to best me in combat then you make take them as your prize. But you should not hold your breath.

[hellfirekitties]

Hmmm, well, I'm sure Max has something in mind, so I'm not too worried about it. So, what's up with the hair?

[designatebeast]

Hank is less than happy when the girl shoulders the gun again, the rules had been clearly laid out. “No, I believe I said take your be-” Hank hits the deck immediately, rolling to his left to hide behind the brim of the fountain. “I said you could have one shot you miserable wretch!” When the gunfire stops Hank takes off, immediately making his way along the exterior of the closest building, aiming to get to the roof.

[hellfirekitties]

"KITTY! COME BACK HERE!" The girl screamed after Hank, running after him as she continued to fire.

Click

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"DAMN IT!" She hollered when she realized she had finally run out of ammunition. "Max, I need a new gun! Or something big enough to get Mr. Kitty Man away from the roof!"

She didn't know where her associate was, but she knew well enough that he could probably hear her yelling from a mile away. If that failed, she'd just barrage his phone with more text messages. In the meantime, she always had her good ole reliable weapon of choice.

"Kitty Man! Come back here so we can play the Hammer Game instead!!"

[theshiarprince]

hellfirekitties replied to your post: blackbishopofhellfire started following you …

….. Can I have your gloves?

It is polite of you to ask but I must decline your request.

[hellfirekitties]

Okay. I'll just get 'em off your body later.

[designatebeast]

Hank wasn’t overly fast, though he did have enhanced speed, greater than that of most humans. But paired with that was his animalistic instincts. Again while not fully developed, nor heightened to the point of his older self, they were honed enough to allow him to step out of the path of the bullet. Hank moved quickly pivoting his hip back with his right leg, allowing the bullet to pass right by his face. “Not a very good shot, are you my dear?”

[hellfirekitties]

"Bad kitty!" Wilhelmina screamed before unleashing a barrage of bullets on the man, thinking at least one had to hit him. "Just get hit by one so Max can have his blood sample!" Pausing for a moment in her shots, she had a thought. "Oooo, maybe he can use you in my new kitty, too. So just take a nap kitty!" With that she unloaded another spray of bullets, switching rifles because she's a girl who come prepared.

[designatebeast]

“I’ve already told you that there is no way that is going to happen.” Hank shrugs, the smirk resuming. “I said you could take a shot, I didn’t say that shot was going to hit me, subsequently, I didn’t specify that it would kill me.”

[hellfirekitties]

Frowning in thought for a moment, Wilhelmina shrugs and raised her hunting rifle at the young man. "Alright, if ya say so Mister Not Blue Kitty Man." Pulling the trigger, she takes her shot right at his head.

[designatebeast]

hellfirekitties replied to your post: I was told I have to shoot something more mutant-y than a horse. So, since youre not a blue kitty like I want you to be, I choose you.

Yes. But if you know of any new mutants you can point me toward instead, that could work better.

“No, that won’t work at all.” Hank takes a step back, opening his arms out to create a wider target. With a smirk on his face he narrows his eyes. “Hit me with your best shot.”

[hellfirekitties]

"But I wanna go shoot a new guy now." Wilhelmina pouts. "You're gonna turn into blue kitty man eventually, right? So if I shoot you now, then no blue kitty man."

[hellfireking-blog]

max and wilhelmina,

[hellfireking-blog]

You’ve already done that, Wilhelmina. We need progress.

Shoot something bigger. Or more mutant-y.

[hellfirekitties]

BUT YOU TOLD ME TO PLAY NICE WITH THEM! FINE!

I’ll go shoot the blue kitty man who’s not blue.

[hellfireking-blog]

I never said one of the students! Damn it, Wilhelmina. Mutants are popping up like weeds, go shoot a new one before it has a chance to become a nuisance.

[hellfirekitties]

...... You need to specify more, damn it.

[hellfireking-blog]

max and wilhelmina,

Your king has returned and is feeling most refreshed. Progress reports, people. Any recommendations for where best to sow mayhem?

[hellfirekitties]

I shot a horse!

[hellfireking-blog]

You’ve already done that, Wilhelmina. We need progress.

Shoot something bigger. Or more mutant-y.

[hellfirekitties]

BUT YOU TOLD ME TO PLAY NICE WITH THEM! FINE!

I'll go shoot the blue kitty man who's not blue.

[hellfireking-blog]

max and wilhelmina,

Your king has returned and is feeling most refreshed. Progress reports, people. Any recommendations for where best to sow mayhem?

[hellfirekitties]

I shot a horse!

[blackbishopofhellfire-deactivat]

The Black King is exhausted from tormenting all of you. I have recommended that he take an afternoon nap.

He will be back shortly to recommence the torture.

[hellfirekitties]

He was getting grumpy, so I’m glad he listened to Max. He’s no fun when he’s grumpy.

[blackbishopofhellfire-deactivat]

He also insists that you all keep up productivity while he’s gone. And you know what the Black King is like when he’s displeased.

[hellfirekitties]

He's extra grumpy then. Though that's when it gets more fun since I get to do lots and lots of stabbing.

[blackbishopofhellfire-deactivat]

The Black King is exhausted from tormenting all of you. I have recommended that he take an afternoon nap.

He will be back shortly to recommence the torture.

[hellfirekitties]

He was getting grumpy, so I'm glad he listened to Max. He's no fun when he's grumpy.

[notsega]

“… Please don’t lie to me.  If you are, that’s okay, huh? We can talk about it.”

He stood on his toes for a moment before leaning back. Licking his lips, he watched her with his blue eyes, gaze steady and focused on her face. “I am normal. Just because I was born like this doesn’t mean I’m not normal.”

[hellfirekitties]

"Talk about what?" She asked as innocently as possible, her head further tilting to the side to add to the effect. Though, she was curious to know what there was to talk about anyway should he know who she really was.

Pursing her own lips in thought, her eyes narrowed on his face, flickering between his gaze and the lips that just continued to bother her. "But normal people don't have long blue lips like that, so therefore, you're not normal. Though, I guess for mutants you're pretty much normal. Still... they freak me out." Once more her hands were itching to cut into them, but she had made a promise to Kade, and if kept, she'd get her chance to do a little slicing in the end.

[blackbishopofhellfire-deactivat]

Wilhelmina

No. I need his brain.

Everything else, though. Yes, carry on.

[hellfirekitties]

I SAID AFTER YOU USED IT!

When you're done with it, then can I smash it with my hammer?

[notsega]

“… You’ve got to be kidding. Are you one of the people that attacked my friends?” 

He frowned, pushing his hands into his pockets. “If you’re going to call me weird and make fun of me, I think you should leave. If you want to have a conversation and actually be nice, stay. Either way, stop teasing me.”

[hellfirekitties]

"Ummm.... No?"

Kade had told her she had to play innocent with the Jean Grey students, so she figured she'd better play up the naivety a bit more. Still, his mouth was weird to her. Tilting her head to the side, she tried to ignore it, but her eyes kept going back as her fingers itched to just cut into his face. "Okay, I'll stop teasing, though I wouldn't call it teasing when it's true."