12-30-2018, 04:22 PM
[glow=#000,1,400]BUT YOU WERE BORN UNDER A BAD SIGN — TAGS[/glow]
The Rosebloods were a pain, that was for sure. Maybe not a royal pain in the ass, maybe not the worst enemy he had ever dealt with. They could be compared to a... cockroach. Yeah, a pest that never died no matter how much you tried to kill it. They were a minor problem, although they couldn't go ignored.
All Lucky knew was the art of murder, the art of ordering hits on people and getting the job done. It would not be easy to infiltrate the Rosebloods' territory, considering Lucky did not know the land and the way everything worked just yet. He could pop Sephiroth's head clean off if he wanted to, but he probably had guards out the wazoo. This wasn't just the city anymore; it was a strange place with strange creatures with strange powers. He was out of his element.
It seemed that Rhiannon had an idea on what action to take next... at least that's what it looked like. It was odd seeing her so small-looking. Lucky couldn't help but think of the bodily mishap, when he had nearly gone for her throat when it turned out that she had simply switched body with the help of some supernatural bullshit he probably couldn't even fathom. The hellhound knitted figurative brows at the display of dolls and paints, and he looked over at the white cat when she mentioned her so-called "strategy": hexing. What in the hell was that? [glow=black,1,400]"... Hex?"[/glow] Asked the streetsmart hellhound.
All Lucky knew was the art of murder, the art of ordering hits on people and getting the job done. It would not be easy to infiltrate the Rosebloods' territory, considering Lucky did not know the land and the way everything worked just yet. He could pop Sephiroth's head clean off if he wanted to, but he probably had guards out the wazoo. This wasn't just the city anymore; it was a strange place with strange creatures with strange powers. He was out of his element.
It seemed that Rhiannon had an idea on what action to take next... at least that's what it looked like. It was odd seeing her so small-looking. Lucky couldn't help but think of the bodily mishap, when he had nearly gone for her throat when it turned out that she had simply switched body with the help of some supernatural bullshit he probably couldn't even fathom. The hellhound knitted figurative brows at the display of dolls and paints, and he looked over at the white cat when she mentioned her so-called "strategy": hexing. What in the hell was that? [glow=black,1,400]"... Hex?"[/glow] Asked the streetsmart hellhound.
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