I bow to no man.

@rulesthedark

Richard B. Riddick. Call me Riddick though. I'm one of the last of my kind and a highly skilled predator. Got a fucking swell personality too, and oh I can see in the dark. Independent Riddick RP. Willing to RP with anyone from any fandom, canon and OC a like. Multiship/Multiverse. This is a NSFW blog since Riddick is a swearer and quite brutal at times. Mun and Muse are over 20. Tracked tag -> rulesthedark M!A:

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yournewandimprovedharleyquinn-d

"Huh? Kill ya? Naaaa. I’m actually lookin’ for people who wanna kill me! Kinda short dude," Harley said with hand gestures to try and show him the height, "Black hair, very pale, kinda looks like a vampire! And then there’s a Russian chick that looks like a barbie doll! Actually she probably has more plastic in her than a barbie doll."

He listened to her ramble in silence, finding the female to be far to enthused to his liking. "Can't say I have," Riddick answers once she stops talking. "Then again I have a habit of keeping my head down and my eyes on the path before me. They could have come by, I suppose." The Furyan clocked threats when they came by him, if this so called vampire and barbie look a like duo came by him, he didn't take note of them.

#yournewandimprovedharleyquinn

thecoffeewarmer

”If you’re here to kill me, you’ve just missed your chance.”

thecoffeewarmer-deactivated2016

"Why would I kill you, my Lord?"

"You tell me. Do you have any ambitions of grandeur? Or do you fall into the camp where I'm viewed to be unfit for this throne?"

#thecoffeewarmer

thedevilishromulan

{ rulesthedark has boarded the Discovery }

The Romulan appeared distinctly disgruntled at the appearance of another- no transfers had been put through, to her knowledge.

"I require your identification, sir." The words were crisp and short, although not overly impolite.

The Furyan bit back a comment about the woman's ears and instead regarded her in silence. Identification, eh. Well there was going to be a problem with that.

"Sorry love, but I happen to be all out of identification today."

#thedevilishromulan #[uber late sorry]

thecoffeewarmer / yournewandimprovedharleyquinn

"If you're here to kill me, you've just missed your chance."

#[thanks for the follow]

It was a logical answer, but there was more to it then he let on. She might need a brother or two to follow him. Just in case. Staring into his eyes for a moment more, Del finally decides to write down the address and name to a ship owner that was discrete in his deliveries. “He’ll take you where ever you need to go, but I’ll need a name to give him when you show up.”

Great. For a moment he had thought he was in the clear, but of course, she would need his name. And that was something he had been trying to avoid giving her, just in cause it rang any bells. He did not need anymore people on his tail. Lips purse together for a moment before he answers, choosing to give her just his first name. "Richard." It wasn't what he commonly went by, but it was close enough.

#deamonassassin

"What are you planning to do with that?"

Come on put one (or more) in my mailbox!

“What does one usually do with a blade?" Riddick replies heavy on the sarcasm.

He grinned. “Most of the time," Riddick began, reaching out to place a hand on the wall besides Pavel, more or less trapping him, "Those that I come across aren’t all that wise.”

"How foolish of them," he breathed, looking up at him with bright, anticipation, head tipping up to smile at him, "Hello…"

He nods his head in agreement before leaning down to capture the Russian's lips, hopefully preventing him from saying anything else. He wasn't one for chit-chat after all.

"What are you planning to do with that?"

Come on put one (or more) in my mailbox!

“What does one usually do with a blade?" Riddick replies heavy on the sarcasm.

"I shall have to gamble very carefully then won’t I?" He winked, arms folding against his chest as he leaned there insouciantly.

”Most do,” he answers with a nod, the larger man taking a step closer to the Russian.

He leaned back and watched him approach through interested eyes, “If they are wise…” He purred softly.

He grinned. "Most of the time," Riddick began, reaching out to place a hand on the wall besides Pavel, more or less trapping him, "Those that I come across aren't all that wise."

"What are you planning to do with that?"

Come on put one (or more) in my mailbox!

“What does one usually do with a blade?" Riddick replies heavy on the sarcasm.

"I shall have to gamble very carefully then won’t I?" He winked, arms folding against his chest as he leaned there insouciantly.

"Most do," he answers with a nod, the larger man taking a step closer to the Russian.

There’s a bit of a knowing gleam in her eye. Her true profession required her to know how to sneak off planet to get a job done or escape the authorities. “I might know a way or two, may I ask what’s the rush?” She wouldn’t help a thug escape his sentence, not if it meant innocent blood on the ground.

He crosses his arms, and ponders her question. He couldn't tell her everything, after all if she knew who he was, that might prove to be problematic, but not telling her anything would probably get him no where. "I don't like sticking around in one place for too long," he answers honestly and vaguely. "I don't like people --- generally."

#deamonassassin

"What are you planning to do with that?"

Come on put one (or more) in my mailbox!

“What does one usually do with a blade?" Riddick replies heavy on the sarcasm.

Pavel rolled his eyes, “I know you’re going to stab someone with it. Tch, my wording was clumsy. Who is going to be meeting their end at the end of that pigsticker…?”

”Don’t know yet," he replies with a broad shrug of his shoulders. "Whoever is lucky enough to cross me today I suppose." That is if trouble found him, like it usually did. "Why, got someone in mind?”

"Can I suggest, not me?" Pavel winked at him and slid off the chair he was sitting on to press his mouth warmly to Riddick’s before sauntering off to lean against the wall, "I like that plan."

Now that caught him off guard slightly, and yet he did nothing about it besides raise a brow. Addressing his questions however, he gives the man a smile smile. "That utterly depends on how you play your cards."

"What are you planning to do with that?"

Come on put one (or more) in my mailbox!

“What does one usually do with a blade?" Riddick replies heavy on the sarcasm.

Pavel rolled his eyes, “I know you’re going to stab someone with it. Tch, my wording was clumsy. Who is going to be meeting their end at the end of that pigsticker…?”

"Don't know yet," he replies with a broad shrug of his shoulders. "Whoever is lucky enough to cross me today I suppose." That is if trouble found him, like it usually did. "Why, got someone in mind?"

"Stop threatening anyone I talk to!"

Come on put one (or more) in my mailbox!

”I have a habit of threatening everyone, not just those you talk to Jack.”

#anewkindofanimal #asks

"Did you think I wouldn’t notice?" (idk...)

Come on put one (or more) in my mailbox!

”Most people don’t, and those that do, well they tend to regret it.”

cheshiresriddle-blog

"Among other things." Was the returned statement. Anything in this fucked up universe would know that. She be dead ten times over if not for her feral tendencies.

"Among other things," Riddick repeats. He knew many of the 'among other things' people did to survive in this vast universe of shit, after all, he was an extreme survivalist.

#cheshiresriddle #[lol good to know]

Del nods in understanding, going through the motions of charging the mountain of a man in front of her for her wares. She wants to ask why he smells feral, why she senses the qualities of an alpha in him, but thinks better of it. No need to reveal more about herself to a stranger then she needs to. The transaction is complete, money exchanged for metal. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

Riddick was tempted to say no and just leave, but honestly he did have one last thing he needed help with. "You wouldn't happen to know the quickest and cheapest way off this rock?" He questioned. The man wanted nothing more than to leave this rather crowded place and find a solitary quiet location where he could stay out of sight and hopefully out of many peoples minds.

#deamonassassin

"What are you planning to do with that?"

Come on put one (or more) in my mailbox!

“What does one usually do with a blade?" Riddick replies heavy on the sarcasm.

#ruskiassassin #[hello there!]#asks

"Excellent. I’ll ring you up." The drawer is closed, the blacksmith rising to head over to the counter. Del’s sight never leaves him as she moves, knowing better then to turn her back on anyone. Especially in a room full of weapons. The whet stone is wrapped in a cloth and placed on the counter in front of him. "How will you be paying? And would you like a box?"

Riddick followed after her, crossing his arms as he noted her cautious behavior. She had to be in her field no doubt, but if he meant her harm he would have done so already, and if he meant to steal from her, well a weapon shop would not have been his first choice. "Cash," he responds. "And no need for a box or any fancy wrappings." He could sheath them already, and he'd rather have them on him then confined in a box.

#deamonassassin

"Did you think I wouldn’t notice?" (idk...)

Come on put one (or more) in my mailbox!

”Most people don’t, and those that do, well they tend to regret it.”

cheshiresriddle-blog

"Is that so?" The blond drawled from her perch. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes. "If I didn’t notice things I’d be dead already."

"That's the point," he returns. "Those don't notice end up dead, those that do, well that's how one survives."

#cheshiresriddle #:)

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