"D'awww..." Her smile was almost motherly. Then it became a grin. "Pitty i ain't a little girl anymore. Guess i'm way over my 'tap my heels three times and get beamed to Kansas' phase."
She inhaled the smoke and exhaled profusely.
"Yeah.. All those things, love.. Well, been there, done that. I've played 'nough with it all.. Way before i got dead."
The grin became almost of a predator. "And you love, what makes you tick, since you're bored of shootin' random piraties yarr yarr for good ol' Liberty?"
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
"The ticking has stopped temporarily..." he grins, filling himself more from Silver's Jack he continues, "Will be wasting my time around here for a while, until something worthwhile comes about..."
He winks, "Right now, I am trying to make this a bit more worthwhile... and after you break my heart..." he moves his eyes to the newcomer girl for a second, "I will fly on to the next flower..."
"Best you hope she doesn't prove too hard to deal with..." he flashes a wild grin after another puff of smoke, finding the taste a welcome change "I might chase your ass like the old days otherwise, as soon as you leave the safety of this base..."
The grin went from wolfish to full blown pervert. "Now you chasin' my ass... Hmmm.. I like. Does the Guild even have backup for you to send?
Or maybe i'll be a sport.. And let myself get killed for the greater good?"
Silver poured more Jack into both of the glasses.
"Greater good. What a.. stupid definition."
Her eyes, her whole face, her whole figure went rigid and dark. "Good, bad, whatever. Nothin' is true. You only got two things worthwhile as you're alive. Life... And Death."
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
"Why'd I want anybody else from the Guild in on the chase?" he raises an eyebrow, as if her words surprised him a lot. "The hunt is mine and I am not gonna share it with anyone... I don't like sharing, love... Also... the way I chase that ass is totally up to you..."
He looks at her calmly once her face turns all creepy with a speech on death and life... "You are right for the most part... but death, and life?" he takes a deep breath, and raises his index finger towards her nose, "It doesn't matter if you live or die... whether you exist, or not. It's all an illusion, and you are simply a straw dog, honey..." he grins, "made to be destroyed."
Her laughter, clear as crystal and colder than a dead mother's embrace. "A straw? A dog? You got yourself the wrong act, the wrong lines and the frickin' wrong number."
She bit the corner of the glass as she drank the contents and sighed in delight.
"You cannot destroy or kill me.. You can't kill Death, love."
With that, she grabbed the bottle again and poured some more. "Go grab a ticket, get in the bloody line, and while you're at it, illusion yourself a brand new life, bub. You ain't cut or even have the will to be a hunter. Just like the frickin' rest of your whole lot."
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
Zero remained silent; watching her smiling and laughing, as if trying to camouflage her sudden anger to remain in style. She didn't have to try hard, she was in style for Zero anyways.
"I don't know about the rest of my lot, love, and maybe you are right." Zero winked unabashed by her words. He felt like he's playing with a little kitten upon his lap, reacting to his every little move. The reactions she let out after he speaks were extremely fun, and he felt himself being captivated by her slowly. "But you wake up in me that will of the hunter, make me wanna chase your ass all over the place now."
Looking into her eyes he caught her hand, stroking it with his fingers to catch her attention fully, "How about we talk... talk 'business' somewhere private? I'll order enough Jacks for the rest of the night..." he said with his scarred eye glowing. "One night of the hunters... I am missing those dates with the Death."
Frank Gambit was still abit shaken when he walked into the Lounge. There did not seem to be to much going on, and that was fine with him. He had had enough trouble today. He walked over to the Bar, pulled out a stool, sat down ordered and paid for a drink with almost the last of his credits. He would wait to hear from the club, still trying to piece together what had happened. He hoped his ride would show up soon.
After quite a long day a man in his black flight suit entered the Lounge. Not sure if this was the place he was looking for, he walked over to the counter and ordered a glass of water as he sat down on one of the stools. Enjoying the cold drink, he looked around him. Not many people were here at the moment which was fine by him, knowing that big crowds make him feel uneasy.
'Wonder what Ingeenus can pull off with that information. Maybe should have thought this through more...? Nah, it'll be fine. Win-win situation.' The man in the flight suit thought to himself as he wondered how long it'd take for IRG to evaluate and make use of the data he delivered earlier.
He grabbed his drink and got up, heading toward one of the corners in the bar, preferring a quieter, more secluded place to relax at.
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