@asssassinationss
how much do you charge a hit , if you
don't mind me asking ? call it morbid
curiosity , darling .
`~@FANGEDADDY~` twenty bucks a pop , but it depends . . . Would you like to be able to actually think afterwards or are you that kind of person that likes to be knocked sense less - ?
MBV IS MINE!!
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CLAIM
BOTTOM
SIDE TO SIDE
LEFT RIGHT
*DAB*
REEEEEEEERRR
it was incredibly rare for Randall Flagg to get seriously injured, the man who had been around for centuries, the man who many feared and dared not even whisper his name. the demon was by far one of the most strong and powerful of his kind and yet.. here he was, bleeding out from a god damn stomach wound in a filthy alley with a power draining collar around his neck which had been forcefully put on so the poor bastard couldn’t even heal himself, every time he tried to use the slightest of his abilities/powers, an unpleasant shock ran through his body from the collar and weakened him even further. the powerful being had many enemies, which was to be expected, but Randall had never thought one would have been brazen enough to wound him.
@-themaninblack- ▬▬࿈ ༘༝ *chokes* I call absolute bullshit!!!. Your replies are beautiful and perfect in every way, ACCEPT THAT}} Akita gave him a once over before she growled to herself, running out of options on where to take him, so she decided that she would rather get her ass handed to her then watch some one die that wasn't by her hand. "You will owe me big time after this" she muttered, leaning in and picking the male up, "fuck... for a dying man your heavy" she admitted, her brows furrowing before she righted herself. "Just save your energy for when I've saved your ass... Then you can complain about not dying then" she muttered, venturing to the upbeat part of the city where nightclubs danced in the night and bars were full of drunkards and good for nothing delinquents. Only to find her bosses mansion, where she was going to either get her ass kicked or starved for the 5th night running, god knows. "Get Arande immediately, tell him to meet me within the infirmary" she instructed to one of the gaurds who got to it immediately. Then she ventured through finely decorated walls and modernly made arts, it disgusted her really, she didn't live in luxury like this, she slept in the training room closet. "I'm going to place you down now, bite your lip or cry like a bitch, I dont care" she quipped, setting him down on the infirmary table, checking his wounds whilst she waited for Arande.
@asssassinationss ☠️+•/ what are you talking about? it is far from being perfection or amazing :’) your response however IS perfection ♥️ the man lying in a pool of his own blood went by many aliases and had gone by many of them over the centuries, though his real name was Walter Padick, a name he hadn’t gone by in a very, very, long time. upon sensing the presence of another in the alley with him, the mans eyes which were usually a vibrant and piercing blue but had become dull and clouded over with pain glanced up to look at the female briefly, but he was so tired and his eyelids were so heavy so they ended up just slipping shut again. he couldn’t tell if she was a threat or not and honestly, he wouldn’t be complaining if she finished the job and put him out of his agony, hell... he would probably even thank her. he knew he didn’t have much time left and with every breath he took, he could feel himself slipping further and further into the warm and welcoming arms of death. When Akita Wilde spoke, a chuckle escaped Randall Flagg’s lips, though it sounded more like a choked wheeze due to the blood flooding his lungs, blood that certainly shouldn’t have been there,, it wouldn’t be long before the man began to choke on his own blood and his systems began to shut down and give up on him. ‘’you would really help me, hm?’’ he asked, his voice raspy and weak. he tried to open his eyes once more so he could look at her, but it felt like his eyelids had been glued shut and he just psychically couldn’t open his eyes any longer.
@-themaninblack- ▬▬࿈ ༘༝what is this perfection that has wandered onto my board, it's amazing}} Akita Wilde, an Assassin who wad known and wanted world wide, only via the Title, The Wolf Assassin. No one knew past that alias and no one would whilst she still lived. Always dressed within her dark leather armour and wolven mask and like the man she bore a Dark, Obsidian collar, one which also kept her from ever using what powers she didn't even know she had, she just knew it was a way for Arande to keep an Eye on her. Surely enough she would of left the male to rot within the alley way beneath her but in a sense she knew better then to do so and dropped to the ground, listening to his breathing and his heartbeat, she could smell the blood, it coated her senses like smearing honey over her nose and mouth. She had animalistic senses and Canines to boot, elongated and strong. She thought it was normal. "I'm just going to say it... you look like shit-" she muttered, bright Orange eyes peering out from behind the mask, "who did you piss off enough to get yourself here huh?" She questioned as she leaned against the wall nearby, flipping her blade in her hand nonchalantly, "I mean... I could offer help if you were to take and or want it..." she added, knowing fairly well that he would survive for atleast a few more minutes before things began to shut down from the loss of blood.
▬▬࿈ ༘༝I'm logging out for the night fellas Catch ya!
"There is a darkness in you assassin... How interesting but you are not strong enough to handle someone like me." The Sith said with a amused laugh as he slowly took out his lightsaber and it ignited a blood red blade glowing in the shadows of the room
@Lord_Revan_Shan Zaniah raised a brow in amusement as she grinned, "that's what they all say honey" she sighed, her masked and hooded face let out a low laugh as she leaned against the table in front of her, "put the saber down before you hurt yourself... it's not always about battle you know-" she sighed, "it's ridiculous if you ask me" she muttered
" an assassin ? and who is it that'e trying to kill me this time ? " the monarch inquired , crossing his scarred arms , arching an eyebrow .
@Cxndlelights Chuckling she purred lightly, "demanding... I think I'll keep it to myself thank you... I prefer not to get into the potential shit of losing my life just to feed your ever growing curiosity..." she muttered "oh and I'll keep the hood and Mask on thanks... my business... if anything I would of obliged if your gaurds had of survived and captured me... but, in this situation... not so much... so... what did you do to piss so many people off huh?"
@asssassinationss " then tell me and be done with it , " he demanded , walking to the other side of the room , pouring himself a well-deserved drink . " and you can take the hood down , i like to know who and what i'm dealing with . "
@Cxndlelights " if I was to say I would be breaking the contract I was not only given but Signed" she admitted, the masked and hooded figure sitting above a wall nonchalantly, her leg swinging beneath her, "but I'm not here to kill you, but warn you of such bounty-"