“I’m going to specifically ask what the fuckin’ hell is wrong with ya poor souls.”
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“I’m going to specifically ask what the fuckin’ hell is wrong with ya poor souls.”
“I’m really worried about you… please go and see a doctor.” -askpaydaysydney
In truth, he hadn’t been able to keep anything down for a few days now. In truth, he was worried himself. But he couldn’t just act pitiful, he was the Mastermind. He had to be on top of everything.
Tapping his fingers on his desk, he sighed looking up at the blue haired woman, giving her a weak smile. “I’m fine Sydney, really. I’ve just caught a stomach bug or something, that’s all. Maybe I didn’t cook something thorough enough..”
That was a lie. He didn’t really even have the energy to stand up. He was weak, he ached all over, and he’d passed out two times while he was- thankfully, in his mind- alone.
“Now.. would you do an old man a favour and call for Chains to get his ass in here? Your voice carries better and-uh..my throat’s..kinda sore.” Was Chains even here right now? Dallas couldn’t even remember who he sent out on the two jobs happening right now.
//You know I honestly don’t care how close you are to me, how much you’re willing to pay, nor how much you beg...
I am never doing Tabula Rasa again.
♜ - askpaydaysydney (Paydayverse? also hi, pls don't eat me :<)
♜ - one Muse attempts to assassinate the other after mistaking them for their target
She thought everyone had left for the night. Or was asleep, so she could safely kill Wick. He was up, she had seen him go downstairs and train in his little “Killhouse” So she waited at the targets for him to come back up.
As soon as she heard someone start up the stairs, she turned and shot.
Oh fuck, it wasn’t Wick.
She put the hand that held the gun up, finger off the trigger, Using sign language to apologize with the other hand. [So sorry! Nerves.]
Bad Touch (askpaydaysydney)
10) Pushing your muse to the ground
They had to get to the cartel leader that had barricaded himself in his safe house style room. What better way to do it than blow up the doors with c-4?
Well, that’s what the plan was, but then after they had set it to three minutes, his group started attacking. Sydney, Clover, Chains, and Dallas were in on this one, and three of the four had gotten away from the blast radius.
Sydney, however? Either didn’t know how close she was or had gotten carried away in dealing with the idiots.
“Syd?..”
“Syd love?…”
“SYDNEY!”
As she shouted the girl’s name, she ran and tackled her, knocking her down behind a metal desk and landing on top of her, just as an explosion rang out behind them.
“Ahhhh, fuck… y’alright love?..”
“I think Cupid just slapped me in the face…” --askpaydaysydney
“Uh oh.. Partner troubles?” He sat down beside the Anarchist, rubbing her shoulder.
“It’s ok.. This whole week is for Cupid to get pot shots in on everyone, we’ll manage.”
“Not that bad”
“Brother..”
“Brother dearest...”
“Are”
“You”
“SURE?!”
//hands Dallas a life alert
You too?!
@vape-x-mirrors Bain, help the kids are turning on me!