@FakeSmile: Cain's breaths grew heavier. She bantered with him more, Only making him feel as though she was with the facility somewhere. Even she didn't have one, Would he risk it "Dammit..." He muttered under his breath before replying "Okay, Still listen ta' reason... I Ain't like those sons o' b!tches y'just shot, I Don't wanna see yer boobs..." He noticed in the very, very distance the sounds of sirens were coming "I Say we take this little stand off somewhere else, Cause the boys in blue might show up...Or worse, Capes. Sound good?"
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@FakeSmile: Cain was in utter shock as this woman kept Calm. She either had a mental condition or was on drugs, He could make no assumptions as he spoke over to her, Reaching into his pocket and looking around for his M9 Grenade. He carefully removed it, wrapping his index finger around the pin as he spoke "Okaaaaaaaaay Blondie. Yeah I got a bigger piece of cover and I know how to use it..." He then just carefully peaked over to see no signs of hits on her, quickly proning back down. Time to reason with the psychopath "Listen, I Have a nice little gun powder and shrapnel filled toy over here.. I Won't whip it at you and have it turn you to meat glue, If we just have a little talk? Okay?"
@FakeSmile: Cain immediately let out a moan of pain for a moment as she coincidentally shattered a series of wine glasses, Sending shrapnel everywhere, A Piece logding itself inside Cain's back. "Oh you crazy b!tch!" He said for a moment as he leaped up from behind his cover, Firing a few ultra powerful fifty cal rounds towards her cover, Still seething in pain
@FakeSmile: Cain's eyes drifted with curiosity for every moment. The Blond Haired Psychopath took to the dance floor, Her wild and unpredictable movements gave the Soldier of Fortune an unsafe feeling in his stomach, He wasn't sure. He knew this wouldn't culminate well as the well endowed woman was pelted with a chant or two of vulgarity. He slowly and carefully reached under his dark black jacket, wrapping his fingers around the handle of his favorite metal tools. She quickly released a storm of bullets into the bar room as he heard the hysterical, slightly insane laughter. He had a gut feeling he'd heard of her before...His memories in the facility drew him towards her. Nonetheless his reflexes had to kick in as he pulled both of his desert eagle out, carefully raising them upwards towards face level, And leaping behind the bar counter. The floors were covered with blood, draining over like a tiny river of gore. He raised his head upwards, pointing his guns towards her "I'm honestly more scared of the "girls" then I am of you, Lass." He said, Still trying to stare her down. He learned a valuable lesson.
Never trust people wearing trenchcoats.
The eyes of the jet black haired, Hooded Mercenary drifted as he heard again the sound of a scotch glass crashing into the bar. Nearly broke, hungry, alone and broken, The Rebel without a cause sat in a rather trashy bar room covered with mists of smoke blocking his viewing. He obviously had several weapons on him, and had an intimidating stature. He was not someone you'd wish to mess with, As he turned over to the bartender, Nodding to pour another shot the bartender who had the scent of sweat and fear radiating off his pale skin. Something was in the air that night that made Cain anxious.
@NameIess: If that skirt were a tiiiiiiiny bit shorter... lol
She'd need a second haircut if it were ;)
A woman with magic = Smooth as a knee cap :P
She might be into the Bush Gardens look son, ya never know with these occult types lmao
SO THAT'S What the books meant by "The Forbidden Forest."
@Thunderbolt : Cain lowered his pistol for just a second as he began walking around the body of the dead drug dealer, Smirking "One Problem Boyo...I've already been hurt. I've been hurt so bad that Pain? Pffftttt Pain is a motherf*ckin' form of stress relief for me boyo." He laughed for a second, With that same sadistic and evil grin Cain always had. He looked at the decapitated head and gave it a playful kick "Tell me kiddo...Do you know the definition of pain? The TRUE Definition of Pain?...Pain isn't there so we learn from our mistakes, No, No, No...Pain-Pain is just a tool. A Weapon in the hands of our overlords. I Used to be an average guy like you...I Had some friends, Maybe killed a few people, Probably had a girl at home...But after a while, Something happened and allllll that went away. They turned me into a tool, And now since they no longer control me? I'm broken." He smiled for a second after his monologue, Giving one very strong soccer kick to the head, sending it flying towards Noah. He waved his arms open for a moment "So Bring it on kid...If you think you can handle me."
@Connor_St_Jaimes: @_Creed_: For just a second, Cain noticed the two archers run across rooftop to rooftop. Both of them Assassins, But of different causes. He raised an eyebrow for a second as he turned, Looking at the two and just quietly uttering "What...The...F*ck?"