“That punk kid is the cyber god who just crashed your helicopter. Cheers!”
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@mattmillxr
“That punk kid is the cyber god who just crashed your helicopter. Cheers!”
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saintslaughter:
It felt great to strike terror into people. His usually dark expression was lightened by a barely contained smirk, pale blue eyes scanning the other carefully. He absolutely thrived, watching the younger fight with the fear of simply seeing him. It was delightful.
“Miller.” No matter how badly he wanted to torment the poor kid, there was a near playful lilt to his voice that probably betrayed his intents as simply hostile, and not quite murderous.
“Ain’t you just so fuckin’ sweet all of a sudden.” He offered a quiet, humorless huff of a laugh, arms folding loosely over his chest. “Things are fuckin’ fantastic.” It wasn’t quite a lie, but his tone certainly wasn’t friendly.
“You must be doin’ great, showin’ up around here. Ya’ feelin’ bold? Or just suicidal?”
The boss of the Saints pronounced his name, and Matt could almost feel his legs buckle. Somehow he managed to stand his ground. Somehow.
“Oh, well, isn’t that just wonderful.” The nervous laughter has not stopped, and he has started to take tiny little steps backwards, trying to put some distance between them in a way that would hopefully go unnoticed by the other. He had been stupid to venture out like this, with no protection. Of all people he just had to run into the one person he had tried to kill on more than one occassion. The man had spared him when given the chance to return the favour, but nothing garanteed that he would be so generous this time. Matt did not want to press his luck.
“I-I’m doing just fine. Starting over, you know, now that the Deckers are no more.” He winced inwardly. Why did he have to mention his old street gang? No, no, just keep going, as if nothing had been said. “Just went a little farther than I thought I did, if you’ll excuse me I’ll just get out of your hair, let you get on with your day, you know? Lovely to see you again.”
[ @saintslaughter ]
It had been an uneventful few months. And Matt preferred it that way. It was nice to live without fearing for your life, a change he had welcomed greatly.
Perhaps too greatly.
With this newfound lack of danger, Matt found himself letting his guard down, which led him to his current predicament. Here he stood, the boss of the saints before him, and once again the fear for his life filling him to the brim.
“Oh... um... hello!” He greeted him, a little over-enthusiastically, as he always did when nervous, accompanied by an awkward chuckle. “Long time no see, right? Everything... okay?”
“That punk kid is the cyber god who just crashed your helicopter. Cheers!”
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Matt knows that Killbane isn't chasing him. Well, he /hopes/ Killbane isn't, he can't know for sure. He hurries all the same, all his belongings in a large backpack. He's also changed his clothes, now donning an outfit that is much more discreet than his cyber god garments. He could still be recognized by one of Killbane's lackeys, of course, but al least he doesn't stand out like a sore thumb.
It is in this hurry that he bumps into someone. Matt is so focused on just leaving Steelport that he isn't really watching where he's going. Both he and the passerby fall to the ground, Matt with a cry of protest.
"Oof-!"
Matt Miller aesthetic by me
Captured sentence starters || @ilianchant said: “If you answer a just a couple of questions, I may let you go.” - Eleanor
Matt refused to make eye contact with the woman, his gaze fixed on his fingernails as he pretended to be extremely busy removing the imaginary dirt from under them. The truth was that he was extremely nervous to be in this situation, but he wouldn’t let the other know. If there was one thing he had learned while working under both Loren and Killbane, it was to hide your emotions. Not that he was good at it, but he would at least try.
“If you only may let me go, and not will, then that isn’t much incentive to answer those questions, now is it?” He countered, making use of the usual cool and jesty tone he always adopted when he felt under pressure.
Shit, how was he supposed to get out of this situation now?
Captured Sentence Starters
May contain some uncomfortable scenarios.
“Thrash all you want, you can ever escape this cage.”
“I’ve finally caught you.”
“Aw, is it too tight? Good.”
“You will never leave this place alive.”
“You are a marvelous creature, trapped in such a small little cell.”
“Let me go!”
“You think you’ve won, huh?!”
“Quit struggling, you will only make it worse.”
“You seem rather calm for being in your position.”
“You can’t keep me in here forever!”
“W-what are you going to do to me?”
“I’ve been looking for something new to experiment on…”
“What a fine specimen! Yes, you will do just fine.”
“I won’t become some lab rat!”
“As soon as I get my hands on you, you will regret trapping me in here.”
“What…what is this place?”
“Where am I?”
“If you keep struggling, you may lose a limb.”
“Please! You got to help me!”
“I’ve done nothing wrong!”
“If you answer a just a couple of questions, I may let you go.”
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for something like you?”
“You’ve hit the end of the road, ___.”
“Do you really think bindings and bars will keep you safe?”
“I will kill you!”
“You are not quite reacting like I’d assumed…”
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Matt Miller from Saints Row for @handsomejackrussell! I have no idea who this guy is, but he was fun to draw!
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Matt blinked in surprise when he realized exactly who the person he had run into was. Of all the people in the world and the few ammount of times Matt would actually walk around in the dreaded outside world, he had to bump into the Boss of the Saints.
Well, at least it wasn’t Killbane.
“Oh, hello there.” He greeted her, the memory of their last encounter still vivid in his mind. It wasn’t everyday that one had to negotiate for one’s life, after all. “Um... thanks again, for the whole not killing me thing. Very kind of you, yes. I hope you’re not having second thoughts about that.”
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video game scenery: [4/∞] ↳ neon cyberpunk ◁ saints row: the third
Matt: I'm not scared of killbane, hes not even scary
Killbane: *does something*
Matt: I'm sorry killbane please don't hurt me