08-13-2018, 04:43 PM
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Dark eyes shifted in the direction of Tequila, his jaw clenching at the site of him. The younger male reminded him of times he chose to forget, hence his misdirection about the male's friendliness. Even so, he paused in his steps at his arrival, only to listen to his words of supposed polite wisdom. "Morning, Tequila," he hummed lowly. 'Does it really matter what time of day it was?' His mouth twisted into a slight frown. Maverick wanted someone new to approach him, not a familiar, but there was always more time to do more digging on this teenage dirtbag. Tequila was a long time member of The Berserkers. Even so, he was not quick to trust and had held the child at an arm's length, but instead tried to manipulate him as much as he could. The more on his side, the better.
A furrowed brown rose at the mention of San Creado. "Too ironic for my tastes," the Ringleader continued. With their arrival seemed to also bring their downfall if they were outnumbered, but he was excited to see some new competition around these parts. Now if only their leader and him could chat. Then there would be something interesting about the two groups. Would they be great enemies or strong allies against Morgan Heights? With time he would find out. For now, he was going to have a distaste for their group. "I heard they've got plenty of mystic freaks there though," he pointed out optimistically. Perhaps they could snatch a few resources or newer members there if they ever felt left out. Morgan Heights seemed normal compared to them sadly. Oh well... There was always next time.
With that thrown aside, Maverick spoke without thinking. "I'm afraid there isn't much to do, really," he commented. Truly there were plenty of things to do that he didn't think of, but for now he was focused on a single thing rather than multiple. "All we have to do is wait for their arrival or prepare to go to their homes, depending on the mood." More like depending on his impatience.
Finally, a new face in this lonely world. His eyes drifted over to the strange woman, staring at her hair for a moment, only to meet her eyes milliseconds later. Too much staring... "It's a pleasure, dearest Harleen," he reminisced. "I assume you know me as Maverick already." At least he hoped so.
Dark eyes shifted in the direction of Tequila, his jaw clenching at the site of him. The younger male reminded him of times he chose to forget, hence his misdirection about the male's friendliness. Even so, he paused in his steps at his arrival, only to listen to his words of supposed polite wisdom. "Morning, Tequila," he hummed lowly. 'Does it really matter what time of day it was?' His mouth twisted into a slight frown. Maverick wanted someone new to approach him, not a familiar, but there was always more time to do more digging on this teenage dirtbag. Tequila was a long time member of The Berserkers. Even so, he was not quick to trust and had held the child at an arm's length, but instead tried to manipulate him as much as he could. The more on his side, the better.
A furrowed brown rose at the mention of San Creado. "Too ironic for my tastes," the Ringleader continued. With their arrival seemed to also bring their downfall if they were outnumbered, but he was excited to see some new competition around these parts. Now if only their leader and him could chat. Then there would be something interesting about the two groups. Would they be great enemies or strong allies against Morgan Heights? With time he would find out. For now, he was going to have a distaste for their group. "I heard they've got plenty of mystic freaks there though," he pointed out optimistically. Perhaps they could snatch a few resources or newer members there if they ever felt left out. Morgan Heights seemed normal compared to them sadly. Oh well... There was always next time.
With that thrown aside, Maverick spoke without thinking. "I'm afraid there isn't much to do, really," he commented. Truly there were plenty of things to do that he didn't think of, but for now he was focused on a single thing rather than multiple. "All we have to do is wait for their arrival or prepare to go to their homes, depending on the mood." More like depending on his impatience.
Finally, a new face in this lonely world. His eyes drifted over to the strange woman, staring at her hair for a moment, only to meet her eyes milliseconds later. Too much staring... "It's a pleasure, dearest Harleen," he reminisced. "I assume you know me as Maverick already." At least he hoped so.
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