Erron Black, Assassin for Hire

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Now seeing that I’m terrible at keeping up with the threads, maybe someone wants to develop something with Erron?

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Alright, I guess it’s time to stop being a bitch and get back to roleplaying.

Suree as hell it’s more possible now that I’ve got my personal stuff sorted out.

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//people keep following me Like, why the hell, people.

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//I just played Overwatch and I LOVED it. Now I wish I’d get it for my birthday because the prices for triple-A titles are unbearable here in Russia.

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Something’s happened and I can’t write a damn line for two days already. Ugh.

Hopefully I’ll get my muse back tomorrow.

-.-

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Generated nubmer: 38

❝I didn’t know you played tennis.❞ Erron said, his brows lifted. Iris was becoming more and more interesting. At least something differed her from the dull Lin Kuei he knew.

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“Let’s just put it that way: you’re not my target. If you were, I would’ve walked in guns blazing.” Erron said. He lied, just a little bit. While Iris wasn’t his target for sure, he also knew how to prevent his targets from knowing what hit them.

When their eyes met, Erron’s pupils widened a little bit. It crept to his mind that it all was just a little game. Why, he’d love to take part in it.

“Perhaps you’re right, Iris.” He said, nodding quickly. “You really are different compared to the rest of your clan. You aren’t as cold-hearted as the most, I’d say. At least you have emotions, and it shows.”

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“How sweet of you, Black. And If I was your target, I’d burn you before I could figure out your intentions.” She promised, already taking a glance at his guns.  All she had to do was figure out how to ignite that gunpowder so he could burn alive.

Iris only gave him a look for just a short moment. Making her promise and threat clear. Hell, she’d love to take the racket and bring it on his head. “I–thank you?” She had no idea how to answer that. It wasn’t rude, it was a compliment. Different from the clan, when she thought they made her to be the same. Cold, deadly. Maybe it was just making her deadly. 

“Care to show me around the palace more, if you have time to kill?”

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“Well, you didn’t know my intentions when I came in, but I still don’t see any burns on me.” Erron said, pointing at himself with a thumb. The thing is, igniting gunpowder would most likely cause a bullet to fire rather than burn Erron. Still, he put his hands in front of him. “Not like I’m asking for it.”

“No need to thank me.” He roughly responded. “Thank yourself. Call it a stereotype, but most people associate Lin Kuei with cryomancers, so it makes me wonder what the hell you are doing among the people with ice shards instead of hearts.”

Erron nodded. He stepped to the side, waving his head at the door.

“It’s not just time I have to kill.”

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katell-clayton replied to your post:

So now that I sent this ask I’ve had some nasty...

“Have a plan to kill everyone you meet”?

I meant the other bullet... The one that’s loaded into the chamber.

You know.

The chamber.

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Send me who you ship my muse with and I'll tell you if I would ship it and why/why not.

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❝Last night was a mistake.❞ Erron said, glaring at Frost, his arms crossed over his chest.

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She barely chuckled at his last sentence, young and beautiful for 150 years, honestly, that is not the best reason to sacrifice your life, but that was none of her business. “I imagined that you would say that, except the last part, must be entertaining to be human and almost immortal, a lot of time to earn money and kill people for it, must be a great life then.”

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Erron lifted an eyebrow at Frost’s last sentence. “Why, not at all. I do pursue wealth, yes, but I also pursue improval. Life is a constant accumulation of experience which must be shared with the young generation. And while I do not plan to start raising a young Mister or Miss Black any time soon, the opportunity might come up later. I have to be as prepared for that as I can be.”

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Strange, Frost never expected to hear that from Black, thought that he’s been always a lone wolf, someone that only cared for himself. It seemed that she was wrong about it, the reality was different. “Wow… that’s surprising, coming from you it is, I thought that your only purposes here were to kill and earn money, sorry if I judged you wrong.”

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“We all have to settle down one day.” Erron shrugged. He didn’t know any better than gunplay though, so it was the only thing he could teach his children. Even after 150 years he was still too young to worry about it, but he had to always look into future. “You might be too young to think about it right now though. Besides, I don’t know how strict Lin Kuei is, as a clan.”

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“Strict enough to not let girls join the clan, well, that was a few years ago, they had to let me in since I won the tournament.” Frost remembered very well when she arrived to the temple, her encounter with the Grandmaster was rather awkward, and to be accepted as the first female chief of the clan made things harder for the cryomancer. “I don’t think that I’d have a child in the future, my aim now is to train and be the best of the Lin Kueis.”

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“Why don’t you trying living for yourself, for the sake of change? You don’t look all that old, you should enjoy your life while you can. I can afford being a boring dude in a leather suit who kills people, you can’t.” Erron patted Frost on a shoulder, giving her a nod. He never really understood the purpose of Shaolin, Lin Kuei or Shirai Ryu. People who locked themselves down to meditate, exercise and serve.

“That being said, even I have nights on the town once in a while. Just for the sake of change.”

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“Erron, pleasure seeing you again…”

“A pleasure indeed. If you’ve dropped by to check if the job is done - no, it’s not. Not yet, at least.”

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“No, I’m actually here on my own mission.” He took out a dagger, twirling it. “He’s built another club.”

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“Don’t you think that his little nasty empire will crumble when he dies? Don’t get too obsessed over him. He’ll meet his demise soon.”

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“It’s not just that. Him and his living means that my past still exists. And my past…well, if you knew about it, you’d understand why I’m so eager. I’ll destroy it all, even if I have to burn it down…again.”

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“I do understand you. Yet haste makes waste. Do you have a plan or you’re just going to rush in and gut everyone?”

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“Ha! You haven’t been around me long enough. Rushing in leads for error, and that’s another thing I can’t afford. I have something up my sleeve…”

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“Mind sharing what exactly? Maybe I can as well learn from you.”

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“Of course. Have you ever wondered what is that gas I blow out when bored?” He did it again as an example.

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“No idea. Also, if it’s dangerous, you just doomed me.” Erron chuckled awkwardly. Is it really dangerous or not?

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“Relax, that was just a trick. This is the real thing.” He blew again, this time away from Erron. “That is methane monoxide. I can blow or emit any chemical substance. As you might know, methane is combustible…fill the club with the gas, I’ll light up, and…must I say more?” He formed a pink flame, making the gas explode.

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“Boom.” Erron nodded. The idea seemed to be quite unusual, exquisite. And while Erron preferred a more standard ballistic approach, he liked the idea. And the fact that Khalise being able to synthesize anything was quite intriguing as well.

“But can you emit something really dangerous without harming yourself?”

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So now that I sent this ask I’ve had some nasty thoughts about Erron carving the name of his wife into his, uh, you know...

Bullet.

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Put a rumor you heard about my muse in my ask and they'll confirm or deny it.

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Gotta step up my roleplaying tomorrow.

Good night for now.

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that moment when you’re planning to make an OC but you can’t find an apropriate picture for the blog icon neither you have drawing skills

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