“The hell is a tweaker?” Hoo boy, he must be a long way out in the boonies from the sound of things. Though like he would wherever he was or whoever he was with..He got pissed off at her comment.
“Hell no, this things just a…Gift, from someone! Jokes on you though, cus thiiiis is fireproof! And it can turn invisibl—Wait..Did she include that feature..?” He ignored the woman now and began looking over the red cloak a bit for any kind of button or way to activate it—Including tugging on the bow. It wasn’t likely it had that though, because Kokonoe was the type to want him seen in the damn thing.
Oh, this was just fuckin’ hilarious.
Revy’s body shook even more with laughter, gruff voice letting out obnoxious cackles and howls between responses. Was he for real?
"Yeah! Right! And I saw Mother Teresa selling moonshine on the corner with the hookers the other night! AHAHA, this is fuckin’ great! I got it – you’re another one'a Rock’s charity cases, am I right? Tell me ya don’t have any maids, those bitches get on my nerves.”
two-handed-lobo started a rumor
“Ahh the fearsome pirate girl has built her way up from nothing. Rumors have helped you in quite a way child, you should be thankful for me. Who knows what heights your reputation could climb to with my help? You aren’t one to shy away from a target as well, and I like that. Can I call in a hit?”
“Y'know, somehow, that didn’t sound like much of a compliment.”
The somewhat petite, certainly muscular brunette regarded the man the same way she regarded most: dangerously displeased tone and even more displeased scowl despite the cigarette dangling from her lips.
“Hmph… Whatever. Depends on how much you’re offerin’. If it’s not even interesting, it’ll cost ya more.”
“…Eh? Wait..” How in the hell did he get..Wherever here was? Not to mention..
He was still wearing that damn “Cloak” the cat-bitch gave him!
Looking like Red Riding Hood in a den of killers aside, he was burning up—But then again, he usually wasn’t cool since he had an arm that breathes fire..He shook his head quickly and looked around, clearly confused, he pushed the hood back and off his head. “Where am I? I feel kind of like I just woke up standing here or something…”
He took a step toward the woman, with one hand behind his back of course. Hopefully Kokonoe made this thing fireproof, if it came to that…
She made no move to get up, obviously more focused on why the hell he was interrupting her “precious” time than to wonder why he was being so cautious. If Revy were paying more immediate attention, she’d be pretty damn curious about what he had to hide behind that tiny back of his.
“Sounds like a tweaker to me. You’re in my fuckin’ space, that’s where. Do you even know what city you’re in? It ain’t wise to sell cookies door to door, kid,” she sneered, suddenly beginning to laugh mid-sentence; that coat of his was too fuckin’ priceless.
“Who dresses you, yer nanny?”
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stand tall my warrior
stand tall on bloody kneesfly high on broken wings
and grin with battered teeth
{ 2 have entered the Demon’s Domain }
She immediately quirked an eyebrow—certainly different from the usual sloth. Her posture as well as her obvious habit was added to her positive deficiency. But nevertheless, the mistress was interested.
Turning her chair to open a cabinet, she halted in mid-turn to reply.
“And just who are you? Identification if you will.” Completing her turn, she spoke once more.
“I don’t think you alone could handle those flying rats; they’re not of this world. Even more depressing is that fact that they’ve turned this city in their favor. So unless you can calm not only their chaos, but the city’s chaos, I doubt you’ll be of any help to us.”
The semi-smirk seemed to never leave the brunette’s lips, cigarette dangling haphazardly from her mouth as she spoke. Even as she complied with the red-skinned woman’s request, her tone of voice was gruff, flippant.
“The name’s Revy, here on behalf of the Black Lagoon company – the rest ain’t really all that important; ‘cept that we get the job done, and done right.”
She continued on without much of a pause, dark eyes ghoulishly alight at the prospect of putting her twin guns to use once more; they were getting a little lonely. “As for these rats'a yours, believe me – this city ain’t much at all compared to Roanapur. Ever heard of it? The biggest festerin’ underbelly this side of the continent. This city of yours may be all hyped up over 'em now, but they’ll have their little wet dreams over whoever comes out on top, sister. They’re like little sheep – horny, gullible little sheep.”
{ 2 have entered the Demon’s Domain }
“May I help you?"
”– Hah.“
The response came in a gruff chuckle, an exhale of billowing smoke accompanying the action. The muscle-for-hire remained a few feet from the speaker, posture slumped somewhat as Revy finished another drag.
"If I’ve come to the right place, you’re the ones who need help from me. Somethin’ about a couple assholes bein’ bad for business. Dutch didn’t get the cash upfront, either, so don’t waste our time – make it fun for me, y'know?”
>> blackgrimoire
“Huh? What’s this look like to you, a fuckin’ motel?”
The hired gun glanced up from her ice cold Heineken, far from pleased to see some unknown – and strangely-dressed to boot – kid lingering in the hall. Then again, Black Lagoon’s newest headquarters were even shittier than the first; it was expensive, getting your base of operations blown to fuckin’ smithereens. For the time being, they were stuck in a shabby building with “free rent” – courtesy of Revy herself, and her handy dandy Cutlass.
A buck saved or gained was a mission successful in her book – no more, no less.
“Aren’t you burnin’ up in those clothes? Looks like you got off at the wrong bus stop, kid.”