SweetCyanide

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Assassins? Spies? I gotchu.

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This looks fun! Perfect for a new character of mine

` RED HAIR WITH A CURL "Sorry, sorry," Robicheaux shyed, expressing a sheepish grin towards the others and apologetically placing her hands together in a nervous fashion. Indeed, she was risking the life of an important man with important knowledge, but who was she to blame with a wet finger forgetfully tugging at the trigger? Well.. yes. She was all to blame. But -- don't look at me! The gun did it! She glanced back to Teddy's gesture with a grin, manipulating a lock of red hair that invitingly curled around his antiseptic. And with a dance of her fingers and a tuck of her gun, the assassin took the bottle off her hair. Elijah was too exhausted to react fuss to Roxanne tending to his wounds. Instead, he limply rested his head on a rock and called it a night, while wearing a discerning scowl worn on his face. Other than the farmer's injuries that Roxanne was to tend to, something else came to her attention. Wiz was staring at the woman with a straight face, a noticeable glint in his eyes that she noticed. She glanced around to make sure that the mage was truly staring at her. "What's wrong, hon?" Elijah yelled behind Roxanne as the burning antiseptic seeped into his flesh. "Something on my face? You look like you've seen a ghost!" A free hand brushed her fingers through her crimson hair, and utilized the other hand when she was finished pouring antiseptic on Elijah. She discarded bits of dried blood that stuck to her locks, unraveling a sticky mess that clinged onto her hands. "Teddy-sweetie, can I borrow some thread and needle?" - - - - - - - - - Roxanne held gently on Juice's reins, rocking back and forth on the orange mustang as Wiz worked his magic. He'd done a splendid job! Never had the assassin took sight of any attack or suspicion that came from where they could see, and from where they could not. If it weren't for the perfect illusion that shrouded the big group, they would have been killed on the spot. She'd give him one big strong -- gentle pat on the back. He was in a deep focus, after all. It would've been rude to slap his spine and get everyone shot now, wouldn't it? She doubt her hand would've been able to touch his back, anyways. He was riding on Juice behind Roxanne, carefully mounted on the horse a while back. Moments later, Beast suddenly threw his arm to halt the group the moment they had reached the mining village. He pointed and frowned, seven men and two women were hiding in the midst of a cluster of trees. Sssssneaky, Roxanne whispered. Ironically, she herself is quite the sneaky one. A user of invisibility and stealth magic, too! She used it hours ago when Teddy and Wiz were chatting about Russia, and Roxanne happened to appear in the middle of their conversation. Where did she come from, you ask? Nobody knows. She remarked that she herself didn't know the meaning of the word, some old slang she heard from her old man as a child. The assassin pouted her lips, leaning sideways to Teddy. His crocodile leather jacket was a perfect match with her croptop leather jacket, a similarity she giddily commented about a while back when he began to flirt with Roxanne. She replied by suddenly not being able to keep a straight face through his smooth talk, pulling down his cattleman hat down to his face and disappearing to run off to the others. She lipped a long hmm, pulling out her gun and tightening her hard gloves that she purchased from Roscoe. "I'll take care of our Wiz, yeah?"

-- DOUBLE ♊ TROUBLE -- Muffling her yawn with a hand, the blonde took a step forwards Mal -- accompanied by many several guns raising higher towards her frame, eager to pull the trigger in a heartbeat. The blue-eyed devil danced her gaze around the soldiers, flickering her eyes side to side whenever she heard the noise of movement, and whenever she took another step closer. What a bunch of wimps, she thought. But, they were soldiers. So instead -- she thought of them as skeptic lions, jumping back whenever their prey inched dangerously close to their vicinity. With a soft clear of a throat, and a nudge on Mal's shoulder, Candie widened her brows in a questionable fashion. "So," Her lips pursed inwards. "what now? Are we gonna do a thing, or..?" Behind them, as her older sibling had taken the attention of a few men aching to take the shot, was the younger -- perhaps, more childish counterpart of the Scarborough twins. Her attention was fixed on City, lounging on a mystical chair with as if she'd had no worries in the world. First, it had came off gentle, like how you'd talk to a sleeping baby. "You're thinking about something, yes?" Clouded eyes stared down at the blonde with utter curiosity, as if a doctor had been inspecting the face of a body in the morgue. "A plan? Something that is.. troubling you? Or--! Perhaps, nothing? Oh," Sunny didn't allow City to reply, by pressing her cheeks together with strikingly cold fingers, and putting her face close to her's. So close, you could've probably inhaled her breath -- but she was wearing a mask, and Sunny didn't need to breathe. "Such a symmetrical face! Ah. Pretty, too. If I hacked your face in half, they would have no difference, yes."

My apologies for a late post. If there are parts that you'd like/need edited, let me know

` LUCKY SHOT If Elijah could spit, he'd do so on Wiz's face. Momentarily, Beast had knocked him out cold with one nasty headbutt to the skull while Roxanne helped Teddy stand. A rowdy farmer would do us no good, eh? When the cowboy told her it was all good to let him go, she loosened her grip. But assisted in helping him up again when he slightly stumbled. As the assassin scanned the hell of a room once more, a glint sparkled in her eye like a shiny little gem in a bloodied cabin. Approaching the item, Roxanne swiftly took it into her grasp with one swipe, and with a more thorough inspection, appeared to be a gun. Lovely it was, it must've been owned by one of the folks in Beast's body pile. She still had no clue why Beast collected all of them together. A bunch of dead men stacked ontop of eachother, sitting on the porch. She'd rather not question, nor stand around to see them decay. Roxanne mounted Juice -- careful not to rowdy the stallion whilst following the group. - - - - - “I don’t suppose any of you know how to do stitches?” "Mm-mm." The gentle, crackling fire inside the damp cave gave the red-head some warmth, hovering her paled hands around the heating blaze that ate away the wood and sticks that had been burned into nothing but glowing charcoal. Behind her, perhaps a little distance away from the others, was the farmer -- who had recently stopped trying to get out of the ties wrapped tightly around his wrists and legs that were, Roxanne's hair, still connected to her head. Beside her, was Teddy. She felt the gaze, a glare of a gunslinger staring into her soul. Tilting her head to the side, she glanced at Teddy with a look, then flickered her eyes side to side to assure that he was looking at her. As she dropped her head forward, the blonde flickered his eyes side to side in the direction of Elijah. Roxanne pointed to herself, mouthing a word before Teddy arched his brow, cleared his throat, and she expressed a sigh. The connected hair that bounded the farmer by the wrist dragged him forwards, quickly sliding him against the dirt and halting him near the fire. "So," she spoke, holding a picture of Louis in between her fingers. "who do ya work for?" Elijah replied with a grunt, struggling to properly fix his position, but was quickly interrupted when the woman flipped him over like an exposed turtle, thumping his back against a sharp rock and knocking the air out of his lungs. As red locks curled tighter and began to entangle him in more strands of hair, Roxanne pulled out a lovely magnum. She individually unloaded the bullets and lined up each one in a straight line -- but left a single bullet in the hatchet. Spinning the cylinder in place, she spun Elijah into her direction. "What are you gonna do," He sneered, dried and fresh blood mixing, dripping from his head. "shoot me?" Roxanne replied by pointing the gun to his head and lowering it, "Mhm." onto his groin."Sure." "You familiar with Russian Roulette, 'lijah?" He didn't answer, nor did he move. He looked up at the assassin with an unimpressed expression, cracking a toothy grin as if he's been told a cheesy joke. "Do you really think I'd believe a half-assed--" BANG! "FUCK!" "MOTHERF-" Her loud reply not only answered his question, but made Teddy spill a bunch of antiseptic onto his open wound, and jumped Wiz. Beast, was as stiff as a concrete statue. She looked back at the blonde, whispering several sorry's, and clearing her throat -- looking back at the crack in the rocky ceiling of the cave they dwelled in. The shot ripped through the cold night, perhaps shaking a few animals and echoing into the desert. Hopefully, it didn't attract any unwanted visitors. Reloading another one into the cylinder, she spun it into place with a blind eye. "Could've lost your manhood there, hm?" Elijah, gasping in a cold sweat, wearily looked up at the assassin once more. "Now," Pointing the magnum towards his crotch, Roxanne charmed him with a threatening smirk. "Who do you work for?" ". . . . Look, you son of a--" "He loves me," A pull on the trigger. Click! "he loves me not --" "SHIT--! I WORK FOR THE REBELS!" "Say that again?" ". . The rebels." The woman glanced back at the group, opening her mouth to say something to Teddy, "Alteria Crystals." but was quickly interrupted. "Know anything about that?" Elijah replied with an uneasy frown, anxious to spill the beans. "Who the hell do you think you are--" "He loves me," "WAITWAITWAIT--" Click! "I TRAFFICK THE CRYSTALS, ALRIGHT? GAIA, FOR THE LOVE OF--" He cursed, struggling in his cold sweat, and squirming -- attempting to rid of the hair that tightly tied around his wrists. Standing, he tried, but was pulled by the red locks on his limbs and allowed him to trip. "The screaming monkey is beginning to peeve me." Beast growled, towering above the cowering man like a scaled.. well, beast. Eventually, he quit resisting when the shadow of a predator dwelled over his body. "I-Is what he's saying true?" Wiz spoke. Roxanne cocked another bullet in the hatchet. "I don't know," She pointed the gun. "is it?" ". . . Look, I've no idea how they make the crystals. . all I know's that I get em' at the base, " Roxanne's finger eagerly pulls on the trigger -- teasingly, and mockingly. "WHICH IS--! An abandoned mining village..! It's outta town. Louis," Elijah points to the picture in her hand. "tracked my ass, and shot my leg." She exchanges a brief look with the group, then spins the gun around her fingers. "That it?" the man grimaced. "It's all I know." The assassin smirked, nodding to Beast as a reminder to watch over the farmer if he tried anything suspicious. BANG! A deep bullet sharply goes through his leg. Specifically, the other leg that Louis hadn't shot. "Shit, my finger slipped--"

` Walking on thin ice. Ah, shit -- As Teddy tumbled down the porch, the woman watched as the gunslinger repeatedly thwacked his head against the steps and landed his back onto the raw dirt. Roxanne uttered a soft noise and allowed the moment to sink in, but she shook her head -- retracting her strange hair back into it's original length and approaching the blonde as she pried her scissors out of a man's throat. "Good job, boys." Kneeling on one knee, she felt for a pulse, and tilted her head forwards into his nose to check if he was breathing. A faint inhale. He wasn't dead, but he was dying. "You too, Teddy. I'm surprised you ain't dead yet." She gave him two pats on the cheek and unbuttoned his shirt, making an inspection as Beast collected a bloody pile of bodies, and shivering as the whirling cold from the farmer's house merged with the cold from the outside. Roxanne, still trying to make sure the cowboy hadn't died, decided to zip up her croptop and attempted to resist her hands from shaking any longer. Man, mages are scary. The inspection revealed minor gashes, and a deep bullet dug around Teddy's ribcage. Taking his belt, she placed the leather between the blonde's pearly whites, and slightly widened the bullet hole with her thumbs. A lock of hair separated into several individual strands, circling and hovering over the circular wound with a skeptic manner -- and occasionally reeling away whenever he groaned in pain. Doctors would often say; This'd be quick. The strands dived in, sharply grinding against any fat and tissue they pierced in the rabbit hole. Except Roxanne wasn't a doctor, and she definitely wasn't good with taking away the pain. Through meat and bone, it stopped at an area where a sound like an audible clink! had been felt. Guessing that it was the bullet, the hairs coiled around the iron egg, and Roxanne quickly pulled it out. Teddy gasped as if you've taken a deep dive in at the beach, and forgot to come up to breathe. She expressed a glad grin even as the gunslinger suffered the after-pain of adrenaline and shock that centered on his wounds. Ripping a long strip of his shirt, she used it as an improvised bandage to cover up the hole in his rib. Roxanne pecked Teddy's forehead as if how you'd treat a hurting boo-boo, and stood on two heels. "Wiz," The assassin hummed. "watch over the blondie while I look for lil' Elijah -- kay?" When Wiz approached, the assassin ruffled the young mage's hair as she made her way into a frozen room of dead men. And an iced couch. Exhaling a gust of cooled air, she curled her lip into a curious pout once a single kick made the frozen couch shatter into pieces. She was getting sidetracked -- now was definitely not the time to fawn over a broken couch. Whipping her frame to each side, her red-eyed gaze lingered and examined the icy room. Men covered in bullet holes, the lad who she'd thrown into a window, and a sleeping farmer. Ah, there's our guy. Looking closely, Elijah suffered a bullet shot to the foot, and an oozing red hole spreading from his shoulder. There was also a dark bruise on the top of his head, which she was guessing what knocked him out. Grabbing him by the chin, the man was out cold, but luckily -- he wasn't dead. Almost slipping on the frosting wooden floor, Roxanne yelled out to the rest of her companions outside. "I found our guy!"

- - BONES AND CHAINSAWS - - Do you remember? "Ares." The 21st night of September? "Ares." Love was chasing the minds of -- ARES. Shezmu nearly swore as he pulled on the wire, immediately keeping the musical pods from his ear somewhere in his jacket's pocket. He glances back at the elf, a look of uncertainty beginning to dwell on his pale features as Tommy cleared her throat. A curious pink-eyed mage squinted down at her, and she squinted back with her own gaze. When Tommy sharply elbowed his arm, Ares finally came about. Right, right. "Ares, Tommy," The two turned to look at the ape. Unlike Tommy's naturally plump palms and digits, Ares's hand felt like thick, moving needles -- as if you shook hands with a suspicious metal bear trap. Despite clutching the hand of his naked skeleton, they exchanged greetings, and took the sweet time to stare at a primate whose shades reflected the group and the lovely interior of airship Lily. They've never seen an ape so close-up that it was uncomfortable, yet peculiar. "Telerian, right?" "Mhm." They muttered, not paying any mind towards Lucier and Teddy's conversation with Hanz. Allowing the moment to sink in about Lily and celebrities, the albino whistles. "One coin if they make another Gaia joke." "You're on." Wait. Wait. Wait. "Gaia's tits--" "Goddammit." The elf reaches into her back pocket and flips a shiny gold coin, as Ares claims his victorious prize with a grin. "The third one this morning." - - - - - - - - - - Gloved hands grazed alongside the bloodied roads of Telerian, collecting the red pigment. Tommy's lip curled back in a sense of curiosity behind the red-eyed gas mask that was strapped onto her face, straightening her posture and standing up on two feet. "Looks like the blood's fresh." Spoke the elf, smearing what was left of the blood onto Ares's arm -- much of his disapproval. "Sucks to be stuck in a place like this." Ares glanced at Lucier, urging himself to not crack a grin when he was reminded of the faint memory of scribbling on his face, only to quickly wash it up when they were later informed to change into their gear. He paced up with the rest, a slight anxiety throbbing in his gut whenever the drakes shrieked and clawed, fighting over the grotesque remains of what used to be a human. The amount of flying lizards in the place caused the mage to muster a forced gulp down his throat, which was later on teased by the more relaxed elf. Tommy had a few keychains at her disposal, hanging by her belt and making a little jingle whenever she took another step. Perhaps a dead ringer if she'd be unlucky. The cracks and crackles of the highways made her uneasy of the fear of falling from a height and cracking her skull into the concrete. The thought of it made her legs feel weak, and a chill up her spine. Looking into a brittled car's window while the group walked near, the white boy sighed -- and jumped at the sight of a rotting body part sitting on the passenger's seat. "Fuck's sake." He uttered, checking the pockets of the driver seat's out of curiosity. All he found was a crumpled dirty magazine, and groaned with the question why he bothered to look. A head's up was thrown toward Teddy's direction, and so was the magazine. "So," He walked by the gunslinger, careful not to trip on any rusty metal or barbed wire. "looks like shit hit the fan."

- - BONES AND CHAINSAWS - - The teens were relaxing on Lucier's couch. Ares placed his shades up above his bangs, getting a better look at the loaded place that the treasure hunter apparently "owned", while Tommy was closely inspecting a keychain. A keychain in the shape of a highly detailed chainsaw, as her thumb rubbed against the blade with curiousity. “What do you guys think of ‘Teddy and Friends’?” "Uuuuh, no." "Mm-mm." A saxophone, a faint audio of smooth jazz in the background contemplated the beautiful, filthy rich room that they huddled in. The music was soothing, and perhaps charming, as the white boy expressed a fanged, sleepy yawn while the elf stared at the panoramic view of the city. They've never experienced such comfort inside such a porceclain room. Even Ares couldn't help but whistle when his pink-eyed gaze scanned the room more intently, his eyes glancing back and forth to the jacuzzi, the kitchen, Teddy in his boxers, Lucier, then Hera. By the looks of it, they had an interesting group. He tightened the black gloves stuck on his hands, an information-broker's look written all over his face -- as if he was scanning everyone in the room without them noticing. "I expect we’ll see some on the ground as well, among other things. Hope you guys aren’t scared of the dead.” “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Ares immediately brought a hand to his face, urging not to grin. "Christ, dude. How drunk are you?" - - - - - - "This is so fuckin' stupid." "Ay, don't look at me. This was your idea." “KAAAAAAAAANPAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIII!” Tommy glared at her shot of alcohol, while Ares almost choked on his by the ridiculous text on the glass that finally made him burst in tears. The elf rolled her eyes, chugged the shot, and prayed to Gaia to give her strength for the consequences in the morning. Underage drinking is illegal, kids.

` You know what time it is. Stay behind me, Wiz honey. You know what to do. When the group approached the other pack of mercenaries, Roxanne held her hat in her hands, fixed her hair, and lowered her jacket to sit right ontop her elbows. It was a sly tactic, a dirty one at that. Probably the oldest trick in the book for distracting middle-aged-cowboys-with-guns to avert their gaze from devious actions. She oughta give credit to them for not staring nor gazing too long, nor noticing her hand resting atop her black handgun as it shifted to perch onto the long sharp scissors strapped to each of her thighs. When Teddy told them to stay, then stormed off with silent curses and groans, Robicheaux opened her mouth to quickly say a word -- but immediately shut it with a pout as the blonde gunslinger immediately walked out of sight, with the gunned men following behind. He's a big boy. He can handle himself. The remaining big boys raised their aim. They were driven by fear, paranoia, and the willing urge to get this over with. She can't blame them. They're witnessing a feral Beast, hungry for blood, hungry for death. His snarl filled in the intense silence of the group, a killer urge for killer intent. Roxanne couldn't help but twist a smug smirk, shifting slightly closer to Beast and leaning her frame as heels dug deeper into dry dirt. Wait for it.. AAAAHHH! Go! Her hat drops into the dirt, as the dirt itself blew into their naked eyes, potentially stunning them for only but a quick moment. But that's all the time we need. Her red hair moved like violent tendrils, each tendril aggressively clutching and curling their crimson locks around their bodies like sturdy ribbons then powerfully slammed two men into eachother. Her individual, miniscule hair strands acted as some sort of restraining tool, sharply strangling other two men where the skin were bare, and leaving nasty, long bleeding marks as a result of flesh and fat giving in to the hair that dug deep into their arms and necks. As each tendril attacked each man, Roxanne didn't allow to waste any time. She threw the scissor from her thigh and luckily -- it etched into a man's throat. One down, three more to go. The two men who were left with bleeding wounds were mercilessly and painfully pierced to the bone as the assassin tugged onto the pieces of hair harder, the other one was lifted up high, relentlessly smacked again and again into the dirt, and thrown into the direction of Elijah's and Teddy's intense fight -- an audible crash shattering into the night sky. She had to act quick. These men were experienced in the art of shattering skulls, and her flesh-grinding attacks would falter too soon.

-- DOUBLE ♊ TROUBLE -- If she believes in Heaven, she must believe in-- Yeah. Sure. Better be quiet or she'll send us back to Hell. The twins held their hands up together with Mal, staring intently at the soldiers with expressions mixed with killer intent and confusion. Perhaps he was playing dumb to get close to the leader and kill him in one go? Or was he attempting to escape by terms of negotiation? Whatever it was, it left the fiend and the undead with faces that tried to mimic the gravity of the situation -- the threat of a suicide bomber who'd pull the trigger at any given moment. To avoid unnecessary yelling of the gunned and armored men, the blonde inserted a few fingers into her gasmask, which riled up some of the paranoid soldiers by pointing guns higher, but Candie merely ripped it off and allowed it to smack into the dirt-- revealing the face of a devil in disguise. Sunny followed, removing her medical fabric with stitched fingers and glancing at the army with a smug smirk. "I said, get me the man in charge, or I'll blow up what's left of this miserable shit hole." His statement was straight to the point and quick to the attack, but not all would be shook by a half-assed remark. To make the depth of the sentence more clear, the blonde imbued dark magic to form in a free palm, and shot the soldiers a grin. The action, along with Mal's mention of another explosion alone, got them to back away on their feet. Just play it cool guys. Cool? “...y-you have my attention...make it good or I'll take a gamble that you all might not feel comfortable with...” I don't know the meaning of the word. Sunny, with her hands raised up, leans into her sister's ear. "His voice sounds kinda cute." "What?"

- - BONES AND CHAINSAWS - - "So." Hollow and empty footsteps echo throughout the humid and spacious hallway, each slow step leering closer to their destination. "This the same Teddy guy who groped your--" "YYYes, yeah. Cough." The shorter kid allowed the silence to rip through their conversation, followed by more footsteps. "Tell me why I should trust you again?" Ares mumbled and uttered a long um, stopping right by the room door that Teddy texted him about five times in a row. Behind his sunglasses, were pinkish pupils staring right back at the elven-blooded Tommy, who was staring daggers into his soul with an unimpressed demeanor. Although they've met some time before, and eventually ended up becoming best pals, he was talking to a literal terrorist who was apart of a rebellious military organization. She crossed her arms with a smug grin, and looked up at the white boy with a stern gaze. Ares replied with a nervous, toothy-smile. "Look, man -- you're like the only person I know who'd be crazy enough to tag along. And I ain't risking my life asking Satan." "Ssure." Her slender finger presses against the doorbell, and they wait. The bone mage fixed his black gloves and and peered his black glass through the tiny and circular glass out of curiousity, while Tommy dug her hands into her shorts in anticipation. The door opens, cool air blows right through the two, and they are met with the blonde gunslinger himself in his beautiful boxers. "Sup, fuckerr-" Was probably the first thing Lucier heard. The second, was Ares muttering an oh god, and Tommy looking to the side to check out the room. "Did I interrupt you in a meat session or something-- or?"