Adios, jefe.

Dog Days

With a deep scowl, Talbot glanced around, his arms crossed over his chest as he surveyed the area. Blue eyes narrowed with lines etched into his brow, he released a weary sigh and adjusted his earpiece, prepared for any incoming calls.

"Bollocks," he mumbled to no one in particular.

Sometimes, he truly hated field work. It was remarkably dull, standing around and waiting for something to happen. Not to mention the sweltering weather that did absolutely nothing to improve his poor mood.

It seemed that nothing ever changed.

#let's hate together #killer-scholar-businessman #killer scholar businessman #Dog Days

"You're always working, aren't you?"

Navarro grinned and stopped beside Talbot. This man... He's always doing something. Was he one of those types that just don't sit still and relax? ...Probably. When did Talbot ever relax?

Ahh, it's understandable though. He has a reason to be working all the time. Got to keep that woman happy, right?

"What are you up to? Getting ready to shank Drake? Sullivan? How about that other bitch, Fisher?"

Shady Business - Marlowe & Navarro

Marlowe gave a throaty and sincere laugh, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Awh, now, no need for that.” She smiled, though as usual it was hard to tell if it was empathetic or condescending. “You can be frank. Our business is complete, I’ve no reason to hold anything over you. I was merely making conversation.” Marlowe sat back in the booth, crossing her arms, her hands disappearing into the dark folds of her coat. “Your secrets are safe with me.” It was true. There was nothing to gain from spilling information about Atoq Navarro. She was glad he had proved a capable ally. Admittedly, though, she was quite curious. He was so very protective.

#no one is flustered here #and no #there is nothing to say #inthecardsallalong #Shady Business

"Conversation. Right." Navarro looked to the side then glanced at Marlowe. "Look, there's no reason to have a conversation about that. Seriously."

Maybe there would be something else to talk about. Maybe a random bar fight would happen. Maybe somebody would get shot. Fuck, any random thing that happened right now would be so, so bueno.

Scratch that, if she showed up again that wouldn't be a good random thing at all. There's no way that she would though. She said she would- alright, enough of that.

All he knew was that he was not going to have a conversation about that woman. She didn't need to be brought into everything.

Shady Business - Marlowe & Navarro

Marlowe held her half-empty glass to her lower lip, regarding Navarro as he spoke. “Oh?” Her voice held sincere inquiry before tilting her head back, finishing her drink in one more gulp, then setting the empty tumbler down on the table with a light clunk. With a single raised eyebrow, she continued. “A man in your line of work, I wouldn’t assume to have many trustworthy comrades.” She knew that well enough herself. Men like this mercenary went through friends like tissues riddled with bullets. She thought a moment, as she settled her forearms on the edge of the booth table, realization dawning on her. “Ah, but you didn’t mean a business associate, did you?” She gave a smirk. Navarro might not realize the amount of information that she had on him. It was merely a formality, though. Leverage was always important in their work. “I remember now. There was a certain… American girl you had in tow on more than one occasion, mn?” She would have made a cutting comment on the age disparity between Navarro and his young amour, but realized the hypocrisy therein before she spoke, and held her tongue. “I’m honestly surprised that’s continued so long.” Admittedly, she was intrigued. It was strange to think of the man before her in such a fashion; adorably smitten.

#oh my FUCKIGN AAGOFSGF SHHHHHHH #what a horrible image #inthecardsallalong #Shady Business

"There are only a few people that are loyal to me. Not really Talbot loyal, but loyal enough." He shrugged. "Not that I really care. They're just foolish."

There was a pause in their conversation. Then, Marlowe spoke up. Navarro sat in silence for a few seconds before he picked up his booze and finished it all. "I don't know what you're talking about."

There was no way. There was no fucking way. He was careful. How could she know? It was impossible. Only a few people knew about her. How the hell did Marlowe know? Nobody is supposed to know about-

He frowned and put the glass down again. Of course she knows. She's got all that information. That organization... It would be foolish if you didn't have info on your men. But that kind of information... That shit should be secret! How?

Navarro let out a sigh. "I'm seriously lost here."

He didn't need to say anything. What was there to say?

Navarro appeared to be torn, to put it lightly. As shadows from the firelight cast half of his face in shadow, the man wore a gruff expression that was more than a little tortured. Talbot watched him for a moment, wondering what he was dwelling upon … or if it was merely the effects of the alcohol causing his dreary mood. He’d never seen Navarro as a man capable of such sorrow, and he seemed to be in quite the hurry to arrive back home. But if Navarro’s words were true… well, he could certain empathize. Women were strange and beautiful creatures that held such power over men, like a siren’s song.

“Yes,” Talbot reassured him. “As I said, it should be—” Talbot’s words were interrupted as his phone beeped with an incoming message. He pulled it out and glanced at it glowing screen briefly, seeing that their transport had arrived. “…here right now, actually. Come on.”

Talbot stood, motioning for Navarro to follow him. Though… he wondered if he’d need help back to the vehicle.

#killer-scholar-businessman #killer scholar businessman #drunken bullshit

"Let's get a move on then."

Navarro stood up slowly and began to follow the other. 'Just keep walking. Easy. Nothing hard about walking. Don't you fall over again. Could you imagine if you fell over in front of her? ...No wait. She'd... She'd probably think it was cute or something. No. Not tonight though. Tonight, if she saw you fall over, she'd probably be furious and not speak to you or something.'

Whoa, hold on. Was she ever mad at him? He stopped at the car in front of them. She...

She was never mad at him.

What the hell? Who's like that?? Navarro opened the door of the vehicle and got inside. Goddamn, trying to think about simple shit started to get more difficult by the second. Oh alcohol, you wonderful but not so wonderful thing you. He adjusted himself a bit, laying his head back and closing his eyes.

"Wake me up when we get there."

A nap should help things. Maybe.

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That option seems rather tempting at the moment.

What? No. No way. The sleepover is at your place, not mine.

#killer-scholar-businessman #killer scholar businessman #random bullshit

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I… don’t have any idea what’s going on myself… it all happened so quickly…

Looks like you're having a sleepover. Have fun.

#killer-scholar-businessman #killer scholar businessman #random bullshit

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Did you want to be invited? Talbot is suddenly quite the socialite it seems.

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C’mon, crazy eyes, we’re havin’ a slumber party. Bring your booze and gossip.

Ha ha hah...no. That sounds pretty boring to me. I'd rather drink booze and sleep at my place.

#inthecardsallalong #formerbravo #random bullshit

Why am I still awake. Why am I even here.

#what the fuck is Talbot having a sleepover or something #random bullshit

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“You don’t always have to talk back to me. Thought of that? Well, now the truth comes out, doesn’t it? You do like me. I’m flattered. Hate to think what you’d to to the poor saps you hate cause shit; you’re the world’s biggest asshole. Not gonna lie.”

"It was- oi, forget it. As for what I do to people I don't like, well... You saw what happened to Roman, si? It's as simple as that. If you piss me off you're fucking dead." Navarro laughed. "Ah, bueno. That's a title I'm happy to have."

#steelcoffins #RRP Drake

Blood Brothers -- Talbot & Navarro -- Closed RP

Well, now that was a cryptic answer if there ever was one…

Though he appreciated the concern for his well-being, any information regarding their destination would be quite welcome.

Talbot would have pushed the subject further, had they not been distracted by the obvious gun-toting assailants pulling up from behind. Despite the busy city streets, these men, whoever they were… clearly had one thing on their minds. The artifact… at whatever the cost.

Watching as Navarro pulled out his own weapon once again, a bold move considering the fact that he was the driver, Talbot recovered his own gun only to realize that he needed a new magazine. Bollocks. Talbot frowned. This certainly didn’t seem as if it would end well, but Talbot didn’t have much time to consider it before the van had pulled up beside them. A cacophony of noise blasted through the vehicle, and he ducked down in his seat so quickly, he was unsure if Mr. Navarro was firing or if it was courtesy of their adversaries. When he straightened again during a lull in the noise, he noticed the enemy van falling fell back momentarily, presumably to get a better angle on them. Demanding his eyes forward to glance over the hood of the car, he also noticed that a car was about to hit them head-on.

Shit!

His instincts kicking on at full force, Talbot leaned sideways and reached over to the driver’s seat in a mad scramble. He grabbed the steering wheel, twisting it just in time to send their vehicle careening out of the way of oncoming traffic, tires screeching all the while. They fishtailed wildly before straightening out again.

When Talbot had caught his breath after the close call, his voice was somehow strong, carrying over the angered honking of car horns and bullets being sprayed.

“Mr, Navarro, are you trying to get us killed?! You shoot, I’ll drive!”

It was an order, not a suggestion.

If he’d had let him drive to begin with, they wouldn’t be in such a predicament in the first place.

#Blood Brothers #killer-scholar-businessman #killer scholar businessman

Alright, time to let some bullets fly once more. Navarro waited until Talbot was out of the way then began to shoot at their attackers. This mask must be pretty damn valuable if they're still coming after the thing. They're persistent, that much is true. Stupid as hell and very persistent.

It's been awhile... When was the last time he had to fight for something like this? A big battle over some rare treasure... Nothing really came up.

...Oh, no, there was something. Navarro let out a low growl.

He could of been rich.

Out of bullets. He tried to get another clip in his vest but was stopped. Suddenly Talbot was in his face and driving the car. Their ride was spinning, swerving, all of that bad shit that shouldn't happen when you're in a car. A few seconds later they were back on track again. Hold on, was Talbot mad at him for trying to help out?

"Are you kidding me? I can drive and shoot perfectfuckingly fine! You don't even know where-" He shook his head.

Arguing over something idiotic like this would get them nowhere. His upper lip twitched as he growled yet again. "...Fine. Switch me seats."

Not waiting for a reply, Navarro moved over to the passenger's side and reloaded his pistol. When it was full of ammo, he went ahead and started shooting at the tires of the enemy vehicle.

Blood Brothers -- Talbot & Navarro -- Closed RP

With his hand clamped over his steadily bleeding injury, Talbot stared out the window, watching the city streets blur by as Navarro drove at least 15mph over the speed limit. It was difficult to tell whether it was his preferred driving method, or simply because he was determined to find a safe haven as quickly as possible. Either way, Talbot lacked the energy in the current moment to scold him for such recklessness.

He inhaled a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment, maintaining a sense of calm, but his body responded by sending a searing pain through his side. With an unintentional grimace and a gasp, he peeked a single eye open to be sure that Mr. Navarro hadn’t noticed. When he was certain he hadn’t, as he was still quite focused on the road ahead of them as they passed though an intersection and turned the corner, Talbot cleared his throat before speaking. He found his voice to be a bit gruffer than usual, the words gravely in his throat.

“So, where might we be headed?” he asked, regarding Mr. Navarro for a moment before returning his gaze to the window. Immediately, his brow was knitted… coupled with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he leaned forward a bit to stare directly into the rear-view mirror.

That’s when he noticed the industrial van steadily picking up speed a few metres behind them… which wouldn’t have been particularly strange, had there not been a submachine gun pointing out the window of the passenger’s side… and directly at them.

#killer-scholar-businessman #killer scholar businessman #Blood Brothers

There was the question. Navarro frowned as he turned the steering wheel. "...Nowhere special. A place you'll be safe at. That's the only thing that matters right now."

No point in giving Talbot details. It didn't matter. Who cares about Navarro's home? No one. He didn't want people to care either. The only ones that did were the ones connected to her. Sadly, for her, people weren't allowed to come over, no matter what. Dillon and Javier were alright. Nobody else. If he was home then maybe the rules would change. It all depended on how he was feeling that day.

As he continued to drive, Navarro noticed the van driving right behind them and the gun hanging out the window. So, now they want a car chase. He smirked and slowed down a bit, taking his handgun out of his vest once more. "Talbot, let's give them what they want. Let's give those fuckers death."

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“What the hell do you know about having friends? Have you ever even had any before? If you had then shit, you must have been hanging around a real bunch of assholes. Why the hell do we bother talking? We see eye to eye just as much as a cat and dog would.”

#I sound like a man already it wouldn't be that hard #...actually whenever I joke around and sound like him it doesn't sound any different #sigh

"You're the one that starts the conversation. Besides, there's nothing I'm really doing right now so I don't mind fucking around with my favorite person in the whole wide world."

#steelcoffins #RRP Drake

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I DARE EVERYBODY WHO ROLEPLAYS TO ATTEMPT TO VOICE ACT AS THEIR CHARACTER.

bonus points for you if its in another language

Blood Brothers -- Talbot & Navarro -- Closed RP

Talbot grimaced as the flames of the destroyed building flickered and the smoke billowed higher from the blown-out windows. He couldn’t fathom how Mr. Navarro could speak of lost money, of all things, in such a dire situation. But then again, he supposed it was an economical problem for persons less fortunate than he.

They made their way down the street a couple of blocks towards the sleek, black car awaiting them. All agents had them at their disposal, even while on out-of-country missions. When Talbot moved towards the driver’s seat, reaching into his pocket to retrieve the keys, he was caught off guard by Navarro cutting him off before he could speak. At first, Talbot was nigh unto putting him in his place, as he was, after all, his superior on this mission… but when he met Navarro’s gaze as he finished speaking, he couldn’t deny that the man had a point. He’d driven in far worse conditions, of which he didn’t care to speak of in the current moment, but in this particular situation, Mr. Navarro knew the city well, and Talbot didn’t. He was also currently unscathed… while Talbot’s wound didn’t seem as if it’d cease bleeding any time soon. Not that bleeding everywhere had ever stopped him…

Saying nothing but releasing a weary sigh, Talbot relinquished the keys to the car and dropped them into Navarro’s awaiting palm. Then, he retreated to the passenger’s side, placing the artifact on his lap so as not to damage it while they made their way to their new destination…