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@burnedmywings cont. from here
Without so much as a second thought she shuffled into the apartment and immediately flopped on the floor next to Corax, giving him a good scratch behind the ear. âSorry. Iâm a little, uh, hyper.â Living on energy drinks would do that after a while. âIâll be more quiet next time.â
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The room was large, and empty of any discernible furniture that wasnât rubble. There was a staircase off to one side, which he had no intention of checking until he was certain the room was clear. The Soldier kicked over a piece of broken wood that had been thrown against the wall, obscuring a corner of the room, his gun at the ready. Whatever had happened had been quite the struggle. He wished he had questioned her further. There would be time to do that shortly, if he didnât lose focus.
He heard her voice from outside, but ignored it, choosing instead to focus on his search for life within the building.
He rubbed his fingers across the blackened walls. He hadnât arrived in time to see the flames, but its aftermath was unmistakable. Perhaps it was some advanced form of weaponry. Caution was paramount. He wiped his hand off on his jacket.
As he stood there, he began to hear quite the commotion going on upstairs. He had no intention to meet it head on, not if they had incendiaries. He waited.
âSheâs still breathing!â a voice was calling. Great. He really was on babysitting duty.
There were heavy steps coming down the stairs, and as they neared the bottom he took the opportunity to strike, smashing his gun into the face of the first person to reach the ground floor.
There were just three of them; the one he rammed in the face fell back, hitting the stairs and stopping the other two dead in their tracks.
They definitely looked like gang members, she was at least telling the truth there. As the one collapsed on the stairs held onto his face, the others stared in horror at the heavily-armed man in front of them. Except for the one in the back, who immediately drew his gun in panic.Â
Outside, she managed to get to her feet. It crossed her mind to run like hell, probably several times, but she stayed put like she had been instructed- no way was she going to risk ticking off Uncle Sam over there.
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âOkay, soâŚ. you burn down a manâs home without askingâI assumed you didnât ask for details, and now youâre going to go over there and assault him for your money? Well, Iâm BAFFLED⌠Iâm more baffled how you seem to keep getting away with crime.â
âMoney is money, dude.â She shrugged. âI mean, sure, it was a job from a criminal, but I assume that the guy whose house I burned down was also a criminal, so it evens out. But yes, Iâm going to go assault him with a baseball bat.â A brief pause. âAnd probably also burn down his house.â
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cont. @dasbetruger
âYeah. Good point.â With that, she raises one shoulder in a half-shrug, and reaches over to snatch up a cigarette lighter- her favorite thing to hoard.
âRight.â In his mind, he had already decided she must be with them, but he wasnât content to let her die based on this gut feeling.
âSooner or later, somebodyâs going to care enough to see if they finished the job.â
He couldnât trust this woman. He took a moment, considering whether or not he was okay with leaving her here while he went in. He found that he was. âDo yourself a favor, and donât move from this spot⌠Iâll be back.â
He reached for a biotic emitter, and buried it in the ground beside her. If she couldnât move now, sheâd be able to soon, if she so desired. He didnât intend to take long.
Stepping through the front door was never the best option, but since it was right there, and this mission felt slightly botched already, he stood and headed towards it.
Unfortunately, it seemed she was right about them bolting- the building was empty, but there was quite the mess inside. Furniture was broken and strewn around- specifically a few shelves knocked over, broken glass littering the floor. Several things even looked like they had been burned, but only in certain spots.
Outside, she slowly sat up with a groan, at least having the courtesy to stay put. Reaching up to feel a knot on the back of her head, she winced, while the vents on her robotic arms opened to expel large clouds of steam. Her gaze settled on the biotic emitter the man had set down. At least he didnât have any intention to kill her.
cont. @lepuscor
âThis guy downtown. Said heâd pay me to burn down his rivalâs house. Rival at what, I don't know. Itâs been two weeks, Iâm about to go down there with a baseball bat.â More crime was always the answer, wasnât it?
   â Nifty. â And pretty dangerous. â See, my best friendâuh, guy I used to know used have quite a few. Wanna hear a story about one of them? âÂ
â...Yes.â Who the fuck says âniftyâ? This guy apparently, and that instantly made him okay in her book.
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THE RULES ARE SIMPLE! POST TEN CHARACTERS YOUâD LIKE TO ROLEPLAY AS, HAVE ROLEPLAYED AS AND MIGHT BRING BACK THEN TAG TEN PEOPLE TO DO THE SAME ( if you canât think of ten characters, just write down however many you can and tag the same amount of people ). ASIDE FROM THAT, PLEASE REPOST INSTEAD OF REBLOGGING.
tagged by:Â @lcttermanjackct (i am honoring the blood code) tagging:Â @leathergrandpa @dasbetruger do it if ya wanna!
CURRENTLY PLAYING:
Lucy Stockard ( infernalmistake / fandomless OC / currently active! )
Molly Dawson ( littlevaultrunaway / Fallout OC / semi-hiatus but still have the muse )
Ori Shadrene ( rxyalfuckup / OC from munâs fictional universe / semi-hiatus but still have the muse )
HAVE PLAYED:
Mr. Burke and Alistair Tenpenny ( Fallout 3 / Deactivated I believe? )
Swan Thornton / Bateleur Bates ( Fallout OCâs / Inactive - Muse Gone )
Florence Anson ( stonedwarlock / Originally Fallout, turned into fandomless Demon OC - inactive )
Calliope Ashdown ( Donât even remember the URL / VTMB OC )
Jonesy ( ferociouslittlefox / I donât even remember what she originally was / kitsune type thing / banging Xeraâs Gary for some reason )
Glistel ( Demon Hunter from Diablo 3 / Tried to do it, ended up abandoning it )
Iâm sure thereâs plenty more but I donât remember half of it.
WOULD LIKE TO PLAY:
Trevor Philips (GTAV) ( I love him so much heâs one of my favorite video game characters honestly but Iâd probably only do him if Xera makes a Franklin )
Some Overwatch canon. Maybe McCree.
My Wood Elf oc from the Forgotten Realms universe because sheâs gr8 but the FR rp comm isnât a place I want to go back to.
    Itâs hard to be cнιŃПΚΡg and sá´á´Ęá´ and dΚŃÎąrПΚɴɢ,     Itâs   hard   to   pretend   youâre   [  THE BEST  ],     Itâs  hard  to  fulfill   e v e r y o n eâs  expectations,           Itâs  hard  to  keep  up  with  the  restâŚ.
                           BUT IâM GONNA WIN
I can't believe Lucy is fucking dead.
everyone who has ever interacted with lucy
The Soldier had been scoping out the building- an average night, watching an average target- when the window exploded.
At least, thatâs what he thought had happened; he even flinched, expecting flames to follow the glass. Then a womanâs body came crashing down, and he realized what must have happened.
He didnât want to give up on stealth, but she could be injured. He wasnât willing to watch innocent people die. Then again, perhaps she was on the ground for a good reason. He couldnât be sure.
He could ask.
He leapt down from the roof heâd been using to watch the place and approached where she was laying, keeping an eye on the floors above for movement. He wasnât sure if she had noticed him- she looked a bit on the âdazed and confusedâ side of injury- so he commented, âThat was quite a fall.â
She stayed completely rigid on the ground, but spoke up only loud enough for him to hear. âWouldnât be so bad if it wasnât for the broken glass.â With that, she opened one eye to glance at him, face instantly relieved to see he wasnât one of the guys from inside.
âYou, uh, see anyone in there?â Business first, pleasantries later. Though she didnât seem interested in getting up yet, she reached to her face lazily to pull down the bandanna concealing half of it. âThere were... three? While I was in there. They might have bolted.â She had mixed feelings about that possibility- money for food was important, but so was being alive.Â
Realizing she should probably clarify, she cleared her throat. âUh- criminals, I mean. Theyâre criminals.â
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âThanks! I did like half of them myself.â
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Couldnât be later than 2 AM. The moon was high above head, either way, gently illuminating what the street lampsâ harsh light didnât. The streets were oddly quiet for once, only a stray car going by every now and then. She could faintly hear the sound of feral cats digging through boxes or knocking trashcans over, but otherwise it was silent. A nice night to sit out on the steps and look at the stars.
Or, it would be, if she wasnât just thrown out a window. When she hit the street, she felt something crack, but it would be a while before she knew exactly what. Dazed, she lay on the ground in the shattered glass for at least a minute, not moving. The most important lesson she had learned so far, was to play dead whenever it was a viable option. Especially viable right now, since they hadnât thrown her gun out with her and torching the building wasnât an option. So, instead, she played the goddamn possum and waited for the assholes she was supposed to be negotiating with to either come outside too, or genuinely think the impact of being thrown from a first story window killed her, and lose interest. One was looking far less likely than the other.
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