Sell my soul one nickel at a time.

Arm yourself because no one else here will save you. The coldest blood runs through my veins. . . You KNOW my NAME. Independent&&literate role-play. r.e.6/open verse/oc friendly. character doubles accepted. tracking: mullercenary.

[healingpersistance-deactivated2]

mullercenary started following you

Her eyes filled with joy when she recognized the tall man. Sure, they had started out rocky, but why the end of the mission they were in on together they had created a mutual bond. Seeing him now in different circumstanzes pleased her. They could do whatever they pleased.

“Jake!”

[mullercenary]

Well B.O.W's be damned.

That really her? Guess he can always get a bit closer and find out. Equal grounds are go. Supergirl ain't out here on some assignment and him? Just a loner. As usual.

"Couldn't stay away? Heh."

[r-e-m-a-g-i-n-a-r-y-deactivated]

it’s all on the paper

[mistressofthebean]

[mistressofthebean]

The best kind of customer was a hungry one. Or a decisive one. This fellow just so happened to be both! Unfortunately, although he’d been quick in deciding what he wanted, his choices were a little too generic, and so, gesturing over her shoulder at the blackboard behind, she directed his attention to what was on offer.

“Why don’t you have a quick look at the menu first and then tell what you’d like, hm?”

[mullercenary]

Hungry, decisive, or in; who the hell cares. Just needs somethin' to fill this near gaping hole in his empty stomach.

That board?

Won't even give it a second glance. Seen plenty more so many times before. Guess the girl thinks this is his first time.

Contrary to popular belief, he ain't a virgin.

"Chowder, BLT...and the csesar."

[mullercenary]

[x]

[vitiosuslamia-deactivated201305]

“Not even in your best dreams.”

[mullercenary]

"Yeah? ... well those are pretty damn ugly. Kinda like you."

[tragicsurvivor-blog]

Several eyes have spotted you.

[tragicsurvivor-blog]

His words caused a brow to arch before a small grin found it’s way to her face. “Can’t let myself unwind around people I don’t know, right? For all I know, could be someone out to kill, or someone I’m obligated to take into custody.” A shift of her weight onto one foot. “Being in the D.S.O. doesn’t give a woman much time to be anything but professional.”

[mullercenary]

Guess he better change that then, huh?

Alright, sure. Here's a roll of the shoulders and who the hell does she think she's gonna scare with petty threats; he's heard worse.

"Muller. Jake Muller. Stay well outta my way and we'll get along just fine."

Any other questions, agent?

Didn't think so.

[mullercenary]

[x]

[iamthesacredwolf-deactivated201]

❝I’ve had a delivery of ballistics armour stolen from me whilst in transit.❞ Romulus explained idly. ❝I’ve heard tell that you’re a man that does what he must to get paid? If so, I’m sure we can come to a reasonable agreement.❞

Reasonable for the mercenary, no doubt. But, ballistics armour isn’t cheap, and a Ford Transit van full of armour is a very expensive loss indeed.

[mullercenary]

"Yeah, I'm a man who does what he's gotta do to get paid."

..and if so, he's sure they can come to a reasonable agreement, so long as the right price is involved.

Pretty sure they don't pay you to look pretty in that suit, pal.

Whenever he wants to talk, the merc'll be here.

[theumbrellaofglass]

[acutepencil]

I did not order this box of cat.

[mcboob]

HOW ARE YOU COMPLAINING LOOK AT ITS FACEEEEEEE

[stepchildofthesun]

:-3 IRL

[mullercenary]

[x]

[scarletxbutterfly]

His suspicions no doubt were expected. Redfield of course had taken quite a pride in being the one to encase Wesker in the bottom depths of a volcano. “Wesk—” Pausing, redundancy in using that last name almost felt awkward “Albert’s been assumed dead before, I’m sure you’re aware. So whether or not you choose to believe my information is entirely up to you.” A nonchalant roll of her shoulders “But granted you believe there’s a chance that he’s still out there— I hope you’ll inquiry what he intends to do with you.” 

Ada wasn’t going to sit around pouring out information she’d worked hard to gather. Rather it was just a matter of hoping Jake realized the severity of her intel.

[mullercenary]

Whoa, wait.

She's telling him Albert (now there's a fancy ass first name) Wesker was only presumed dead.

Huh. That ain't what everyone else says. Kennedy knew the guy and that bastard Redfield even admitted to doin' the damn dirty deed himself.

Which, remind him to get a good hit in for that next time he sees Chris.

Only problem left on the table now is: she tellin' the fuckin' truth, though?

No one else has really been helpful on the whole subject, but here she is all out in the open. Always thought bein' the spy meant hoarding your own damn intellect and never letting shit go.

Can't deny being curious...

"...So, they all lied to me, huh?"

[mullercenary]

[x]

[vitiosuslamia-deactivated201305]

“And also hilarious, you’re just full of surprises.”

[mullercenary]

"Keep diggin' on me and you just might uncover something, lady."

Jeez. Is every woman into him this damn bad?

[mullercenary]

[x]

[scarletxbutterfly]

“More like I’ve heard it runs in the blood.” If he was going to get his cheap shots in, Ada wasn’t going to be left out of the fun. Her tone was harmlessly amused. “Actually—” a dramatic little pause as the woman gave a cross of her arms. “your father and I didn’t see eye to eye. Seems he put a bounty on my head. I thought you might be interested to know that little fun-fact.”

[mullercenary]

Hey, better you than him, lady.

..and wait just a good, goddamned minute. She just say it seems he put a bounty on her pretty head? Yeah, he. Him. Wesker. What the fuck ever.

Bait. Don't be stupid and bite it, Jake. This is still Ada Wong, the bitch in red.

"..that asshole's dead. So why bring any of your shit to me?"

[tragicsurvivor-blog]

Several eyes have spotted you.

•magisterreserans •endertheforerunner •mullercenary •aysaclaireholland •praemiumvenator •carlaradames •hharper26 •therussiansoldier •pocketlightbulb •thatonehalfdemon

Clasping her arms behind her back, the agent leaned slightly and arched a brow. Great. More new faces, which meant more civilians. Though, there were a few familiar faces in the mix. Releasing a silent sigh, she stood straight and settled a cerulean gaze forward. “And who might you be?”

[mullercenary]

You think he likes all these new faces?

Most of them are lookin' at him like all kinds of funny. That would be a hell no. ... and there's the girl who's just gone stiff. 

"Thought women liked to unwind."

[mullercenary]

[x]

[scarletxbutterfly]

“You know, I worked for your father once, too.” Her hand was always trained on that trigger. Assuming last time the two of them had met face to face— well it wasn’t exactly her face.

[mullercenary]

His father?

Knew that one was coming... but you can keep the shots to yourself, Wong.

He's pretty damn taken, elsewhere.

"That's nice. You a nutjob, too? Takes one to know one. 'least that's what I've heard."

[mullercenary]

[x]

[vitiosuslamia-deactivated201305]

Aren’t you charming.

[mullercenary]

"Yeah, you'd know."

[mullercenary]

[x]

[vitiosuslamia-deactivated201305]

“What makes you think I need your services, hm?”

[mullercenary]

"Well, shit. Excuse me, Princess."

[mullercenary]

(allo muller rper, I look forward to following you)

(allo chris rper, appreciate it, jarhead~. <3)

[mullercenary]

[x]

scarletxbutterfly

iamthesacredwolf

donexplayingxnice

explosivechris

"Whatever all of you want ain't gonna come cheap."

Hell: prices may always vary.

[aspecificskillset-archive-blog]

+mullercenary

[aspecificskillset-archive-blog]

Natasha chuckled, this man was definitely full of attitude. She had no idea whether this was a good thing, or a bad thing. She looked into his eyes as she stood there, hands moved to her hips as she examined him. Still looking for that weakness. He was strong, she could tell just by looking at him, and that he wasn’t exactly easily defeated. 

“Is there a reason why you’re following me or is it just a coincidence?” 

[mullercenary]

Go 'head and laugh, lady.

Least one of them  is. Gonna keep his own hands busy, one with that trusty knife, other with his newfound apple and eyes flickering with bare disinterest.

Still swears a guy like him is followin' her.

His turn to laugh, sharp side of the blade upturned briefly for a shred of emphasis.

"Either you know the fastest way I can get the hell outta here, or..."

Her ass. It was definitely her ass. Lead the way.