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2/13/2016 6:49:48 PM
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You hear a gun shot to your left, and screaming of a man. A middle aged man bursts out from the brush, scratched and bruised. His eyes crazed. He yells again running at you, as if hoping for help. But it was too late. A bullet blew through the mans skull and missed your face by an inch. The man fell, revealing a taller man in armor, his body adorned with many weapons of death. He sighs and takes out a clipboard and pen. He writes something on the clipboard and checks it off.
"Another day, another contract."
The figure looks at you before going back to his clipboard.
"Hey kid."
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[b]Killing was effectively the top taboo for Rose. Even if the victim was the most vile, none yet had incurred a level whereas death was acceptable in her eyes. Hitman, unsurprisingly, she looked upon as if they were absolute monsters killing for coin, just like the one in front of her. As such, Rose's hand tightens on the handle of the black baton from the small of her back. She stares at the murderer in front of her, a mild obsessiveness to doing what was considered right shifted her thoughts to combat.[/b]
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Edited by Xeno: 2/14/2016 12:52:54 AMThe figure looks at you again. "Don't try anything stupid, kid. Nothing personal, just business." He sighs and flips a quarter at you. "Here. Go buy a candy bar."
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[b]The coin smacks Rose straight in her right eye, not exactly the best of things to happen. She clenches a hand over her eye in reflex, and gives a light 'Ah~!' for the same reason. A killer that also smacked a coin into her eye.[/b]
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He sighs again. "Look. Kid. It's not my fault you can't catch a damn coin. Just forget you ever saw this, or don't. Doesn't matter to me." He sighs as he begins to walk off, unknowingly ready to fight. He never liked goody-toe-shoes like herself, hell, he didn't even know she was a goody-toe-shoes. She just gave off that vibe. This galaxy didn't need heroes, nor did it need villains. Luckily he was the grey area.
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[b]It was only logical that she would in fact attempt to do something. The other man was already dead, but maybe she could take his killer to whatever police existed in the area. The crunch of her boots across fallen leaves is as much a warning sign as any that she did indeed wish to. Obviously, since his back was turned, it was only the sound that came to be observed.[/b]
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He hears the crunch of her boots and sighs. "Don't do anything stupid. I'm not gonna kill ya. But I'll act in self defense if I have to."
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[b]It would be a bit late to warn Rose, as she [i]was[/i] running straight at him from behind. Clearly he would have to defend himself.[/b]
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He sighed and stared at her running at him. Little did she know his helmet was running billions of combat simulations in seconds. "Stop it! It's not use, you're not gonna kill me!"
