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[balacaliente]

[IT'S A RUN-BY BAPPING]

[outsidercocktail]

@hiddxnintxntions​ || starter call

TSK. Why were THEY here? 

Crownslayer crouched on the perch made of jagged rubble, her dark attire helping her blend into the shadows it created. All the while repressing the urge to growl at the sight of the familiar gray figure. She wasn’t given any forewarning about Rhodes heading their way - had they sniffed out this hideout of theirs already? What were her scouts doing, to let RHODES’ goons get this close without telling her? 

The assassin’s ears would pin back, gears turning in her head as she ran through her options - before sending a hand signal towards one of her underlings who wisely hadn’t engaged the Lupo yet, disappearing from her spot in a cloud of smoke with full intent to lunge towards their unwanted intruder.

　 　 Call for back-up.

Lappland was not someone she wanted to confront if she could help it - but she might just have to. If they couldn’t drive the Lupo out, then she could at least serve as a distraction.

Time to hit and run.

　 　 “How the hell did you get here?”

[deceitfulupriising-blog]

@freshholeinthewall​ || startercall!

　 　 “What the hell do you want, Lady?”

Never mind the fact this lady looked familiar -  More importantly, how the heck did she get inside her hiding place?

[sinsof-ourfathers]

Grand Father...

“Grand-who?”