"Maybe you can't resist this raccoon charm, or you wanna cuddle me like I was full of cotton, take your pick." He tossed down the cash for Jan's drink and his, ordering another for the two of them before looking over at @the_assassin_ "Ya know what's sad, Jan? No chick's going to look at me like you're lookin' at him ever again. Go get em' Jellybean." Creed lightly punched her arm and took another swig of his beer.
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@mistress_sangria: "Gothic City..." Surveying the city lights as he stepped out of the cab. "Can't say I've missed this place..." While it was no gem in it's own right, if Gothic had anything, it was an underworld. Which meant SOMEONE among the masses would need someone to do there dirty work for them. He didn't usually work small time, but he'd been out of the game for a while and this seemed as good a place to start up again as any...
"I swear to whatever that you're following me.." Creed looked over, sitting in the bar stool next to Jan, of course far too big for his four foot body. "What are you up to this time Jan? Looking to go all reverse jack the ripper on someone?" The raccoon merc chuckled and ordered another pint.
"Well I leave the team-mate, fool knew the cost going in and it's his own fault for getting the slip up. Then I go after the prize Guy, I use that rocket launcher as a blunt weapon when I catch him, and I would, until he is putting his hands out for cuffs to be slapped on them. And trust me when I say that, cause I've done it before..Except it was a hit and not a bounty. Hook line and sinker amigo, that's why you're hiring someone like me. Have your good Samaritans worry about the boo boos while I get the dirty job done."
Creed leaned in as well, only to grab one of the hard candies from the glass bowl on the table, leaning back to pop it in his mouth. This merc was clearly soulless, a money grubbing gun totter.
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The three gunshots sounded out, and Atomikill swiftly ducked his head under the roof- however, it seemed that the bullets weren't going toward him. Strange... Carefully poking his head out, his emerald green eyes scanned the rooftops around him before noticing the person that fired the rounds. Scratch that. The raccoon that fired the rounds.
Seeing a normal man take out three men from six hundred yards away was impressive to say the least. A raccoon doing so would be considered lunacy. But Atomikill wasn't a stranger to the bizarre, and after snapping the locks to the case that held his gun, he eyed the talking rodent carefully.
"Just as long as your scopes not trained on me, hunt all you like." Atomikill called, not unkindly. "And the white means purity." Of course, the mercenary was far from pure- in fact, he'd be just about the opposite of it. But that was the past. The past that he would prefer to leave behind.
"I'm going to be brief with you. Since you seem nice. You must have already heard the cop cars coming to our position. I suggest we take off before they arrive." He spoke airily, and lifted up the case to his gun. Walking toward the fire escape, he waited for the raccoon to either join him or leave. Secretly hoping he would join him.
"Yeah that sounds a whoooooole lot more "white supremacist" than it should pal." Creed laughed and sprinted with Atom, having no trouble keeping up with those small legs. With a pop of his finger claws, and the merc was scraping down the brick wall, not even opting to use the ladder.
Upon his landing, Creed instantly acted like a normal raccoon, picking up trash and sniffing it as a police car light flashed in the alleyway for just a moment, shaking his head and assuming a standing posture once more. "Fck this is handy, I mean at the cost of being the most adorable killing machine ever.."