#darkestscalpel

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@darkestscalpel​:

Quesnel held up a chick with a painstakingly sew on jacket and green scarf. "How badly do you want to fuck with Reynauld?"

Not even looking up from his drink:

“Been there done that. Why?”

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@darkestscalpel

“Tch-- pathetic whelps.”

Boudica spat upon the corpse of the brigand she had just dealt with, pulling her halberd out of his chest as blood spilled upon the blade, a quick twirl letting her rest the weapon over her shoulder. She was almost getting bored with dealing with these brigands, even if they proved a rather troublesome challenge from time to time. They were human, in the end. So they were predictable. And that did not entertain the Hellion in the slightest.

She’d turn her head around to spot another one of the thugs, a hole blown through his head by a bullet, as she’d spot the Musketeer in the distance, her rifle still smoking. Letting out another sneer at the second dead body, she’d step towards her.

“I don’t understand sometimes... why fight with such a noisy weapon?” she’d ask the Musketeer, not really understanding that with her own battle tactic of basically ‘run in swinging and shouting’, she’d be labeled a hypocrite for calling out her fellow adventure’s noisy firearm. “It gives away your position.”

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@darkestscalpel​:

Play dead

“Huh.”

Grabs her pocket money and just leaves her there.