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[| THE VAGABOND |]

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He was a soldier. Some could say that he was a mercenary to some degree and they wouldn't be wrong. That was what he had been originally thought. He had been smart enough to take a little while in the police force when he was younger before he was drafted into an organization that worked with taking out underground companies that were against the law but something the government didn't want to touch because it was controversial. That was when they were brought in to do the dirty work, and because of the way that he had been trained he never really thought about refusing the orders that had been given to him. He was a soldier and he was doing just that. He remembered that there were instances where he had questioned something that was given to him as an order, and he was punished over and over again trying to go against what his higher commanders told him to do. The former human became well known as being one of the best, lethal with a gun from a distance and great when it came to technology and rigging explosions. Everyone had something that they did well in, and he made damn sure that no one could do as a better job than what he could do. He had worked for that organization for around 6 years, and during the beginning where he was working with them, he was given a partner, as solo missions were dangerous. He hadn't liked the idea of gaining a partner as he worked better alone or at least not with the likes of a rookie. Turns out the rookie was damn good when it came to a sniper. More than he was, not something that he was willing to admit at least. 6 years of trust and loyalty.

That had been what he had been giving the organization, nearly sacrificing his own life for the missions that they were set out on. Risking life and limb to complete their missions and believing that they were the good guys. Until he started to hear rumors and started digging a little bit. It was there that he realized that all the facilities that they were hitting were similar to those that owned them. The more he looked, the more he felt betrayed and used. The more he felt furious. He needed to do something, and while he was digging around someone had been watching his whereabouts. The likes of a gang that eventually he would join himself that was going to offer their help to take out the organization. He believed them and leaked information, and when he went out on missions with his partners, everything seemed to be wrong, or there was always a third party there to ruin everything. Eventually, he gave them the security codes to get into the building, and Vagabond remember watching the building being lit ablaze. He knew that his former partner had gotten out alive as that had been the last face he had seen before leaving the building. It was at that moment that he had adorned the mask to hide his identity. He had killed for the organization, and that meant there were others that could recognize his face. It didn't matter once he joined the gang, as the law started to recognize the mask he wore as basically a calling card. He never took off his mask around others either, so no one knew his past identity except for the crime boss he worked for, and even then the guy didn't know his actual names and they went by codenames instead.

The Hellhound would give anything now to hold a gun in his hands to just storm whatever place this was. He doubted that animals could survive in heat like this, despite it starting being evening. His vivid blue eyes caught sight of something else walking over toward them. The former human recognized it as some sort of dog. Again, he knew nothing about animals or whatever breeds they ended up being. He knew a lot of random facts about most things, but not about dogs. Either way, the canine was a lot smaller than he was and looked like a puppy compared to the 6ft tall mutated beast. Vagabond watched as the other seemed to tilt his head toward him the same way he had tilted his head toward the cat just a second ago. He moved his head into a neutral position when the other spoke. The dog wasn't able to see the smirk that spread across the Hellhound's lips behind the skull mask that he wore on his face. The Hellhound himself took a step toward Bugsy, as if testing to see the other's guts and if the other actually considered him to be a threat. Did he want to spout jokes? Well, so could he. "Says the pipsqueak napoleon complex who would probably get shot in the right neighborhood speaking like that. Your ass must be jealous of all the shit that comes out of your mouth kid." Vagabond would shoot out the words quick and sharp. He towered over the creature, but he needed information before he could do whatever the hell he wants like he used to do.

He believed this place to be a hell he was put in that was just to mess with him. He wasn't going to take anyone's shit. He needed everyone to either fear or respect him. There were no in-betweens. The Hellhound would close his mouth though and let the other speak, as it seemed like the dog wasn't completely useless and knew some things. Dysfunctional. Reminded him of how the gang he had been in ruled one another. The former human seemed to think over the words, as it was either he was going to have to keep moving or stay. He didn't say it had to be a permanent resident, not like he would try to become a permanent resident anywhere. For him, staying in one place for too long as basically asking for trouble. A 'hmm' seemed to escape the former human's jaws as he mulled over his options, before shrugging his shoulders. "I'll guess I'll stay." He didn't really have any other options. This was the first place he had come across that had creatures he could actually communicate with. His dual tails moved independently of one another, and he began to wonder if the small canine wanted to try his luck with someone like him. He had a size advantage, but he also didn't know powers existed. But other than his words, he didn't seem to be making any threats and did seem slightly interested in the place. That didn't mean he had to get along with everyone that was here. Especially since he didn't get along with the crew he ended up joining after leaving the organization. Stuff like that took time, and it seemed like he had a lot of it.

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