Yeah, Michel is starting to get a bit confused, heh the guy is starting to get a little scared.
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STATUS: I’ve seen this argument before on the Internet. Pretty sure Drache is right because that’s literally the pronunciation found on the Nutella website. 9 yrs ago
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I’ve seen this argument before on the Internet. Pretty sure Drache is right because that’s literally the pronunciation found on the Nutella website.
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Yeah... you just need to chill out. Look, you haven't been here for that long and you just gotta have patience. Throw your ideas and interest out there, that's all you can do to find good people.
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Oh hey, someone who's not shitting all over Andromeda. It seriously fell short to meet its hype and animations were jank as hell, still wasn't a terrible game and I liked it.
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Man... everytime Discord goes offline I'm reminded how important it is for my communications with people. All by myself now.
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So I'm starting to feel sick, little bit of fever and all. That's the reason why I might not be too responsive.
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Alright new bio because the one I had before was about... two... three years out of date? Basically I haven't touched this since I joined the site. Nothing fancy to say here, I'm a person who also happens to write stuff with other persons. Simple stuff. In a more serious note I mainly stick with 1x1s nowadays, but not for any particular reason other than that's how it worked out. I suppose the other major thing to note is if we do have an RP going, and I haven't responded for a while then feel free to get my attention. I'm also a fan of OOC chatter, its nice to have, but hey it isn't required either.
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At this point Michel was conflicted what to think about her, na he wouldn't say she's bipolar, no nothing like that, but she did seem to have a habit of seesawing moods, kinda freaky. Also... Cipher here was starting to scare him, who goes out to make posion nail polish from some movie? Well seemed that she had some sort of training regiment in mind, that's cool. He took the bag, and man that thing was heavy, with a grunt he shouldered the hefty load, of course he didn't dare to complain, matter of pride and... that just made out to be a horrible idea, mostly that honestly.
"Lead the way, boss."
"Lead the way, boss."
Holes... I've watched that recently, even read the book LONG time ago. Your references continue not to be lost on me and it pleases me.
"What... ok? Yeah sure, uh... its just a Glock, not too sure what series but, yeah its good enough, heh at least in my hands."
Ok... well the sudden mood change from Cipher took him by surprise, really really took him by surprise, what's that old saying, don't judge a book by its cover? Listening to her carefully Michel mapped the rough layout of the home in his mind, it made sense not that he expected to get lost anyway. Whatever the case is Michel wasted no time, idle hands were something he didn't want to take part in. Cipher made her way into another room to do something, probably to prepare for whatever job she was talking about. While she was doing that he gathered up his meager personal articles.
His room was expected was bare, a bed, closet, oh and a fancy lamp, neat. It didn't take too long to hand his shirts, to fold his pants, to put his cash somewhere safe, and ended up throwing the papers on a side table, there will be time to sort it out later. Once he finished, and yeah that took no time at all, Michel milled around his room passing time he'd guess. Cipher called out to him from the hallway, and well he tried his best to ignore the "princess" comment, such is life of a rookie assassin in training.
"Settled in, mostly, I'll be with you in a sec, yeah?"
True to his word Michel met with her in the hallway, quickly he noticed the new bags, black again but much, so much better then that horrible purple thinking of which he vowed to burn the abomination one day...
"Right, well... now what?
Ok... well the sudden mood change from Cipher took him by surprise, really really took him by surprise, what's that old saying, don't judge a book by its cover? Listening to her carefully Michel mapped the rough layout of the home in his mind, it made sense not that he expected to get lost anyway. Whatever the case is Michel wasted no time, idle hands were something he didn't want to take part in. Cipher made her way into another room to do something, probably to prepare for whatever job she was talking about. While she was doing that he gathered up his meager personal articles.
His room was expected was bare, a bed, closet, oh and a fancy lamp, neat. It didn't take too long to hand his shirts, to fold his pants, to put his cash somewhere safe, and ended up throwing the papers on a side table, there will be time to sort it out later. Once he finished, and yeah that took no time at all, Michel milled around his room passing time he'd guess. Cipher called out to him from the hallway, and well he tried his best to ignore the "princess" comment, such is life of a rookie assassin in training.
"Settled in, mostly, I'll be with you in a sec, yeah?"
True to his word Michel met with her in the hallway, quickly he noticed the new bags, black again but much, so much better then that horrible purple thinking of which he vowed to burn the abomination one day...
"Right, well... now what?
Well me, most of my knowledge comes from games and you know how accurate any of that really is yeah? Anyway it should be simple enough, point at bad/good guy and pull the trigger. Let's just keep the maintenance stuff and anything that takes us knowing what's going on off screen, I'd think that's the best way to do this, I can only hope I don't piss off some gun nut who happens to read this.
Disclaimer: I know like nothing about guns, so yep.
Such a ray of sunshine, Cipher was likely not known for cheery demeanor, cold as ice and, if he were to guess, stung like it too. Michel had to admit the soup wasn't half bad, needless to say he had far better stew before, but in the world of culinary arts the assassin didn't rank all that poorly. Soon the bowl was cleaned of its brothy goodness, he followed suit in washing it off in the sink, by the way nice facet, the more time he spend here the more it was becoming clear that Venom had some real bank roll going, now the question is how much of it was paid in blood... na he shouldn't worry about that, its business right?
"Real good food, compliments to the chef! And uh, don't worry about the bowl, clean as clean can get." Maybe trying to purposely improve the atmosphere would do some good, for the both of them.
For a good minute Michel stood around not too unsure of what to do, not like he bothered to plan anything for the day, nor did Cipher seemed to have anything for him to do, just busy watching the news. Finally he decided that a jump start on unpacking was in order. He crouched over the hideous bag, who decided this was a good color anyway? With a single zip he got right into retrieving his items, for now he just stacked them besides himself. A money bundle, undoubtedly from his brother, papers, mostly to get him residency nothing too exciting, and his choice of clothing, thankfully. Turned out he didn't pack all that much, however at the bottom of the bag he found a small surprise, a handgun.
Michel was confused momentarily, before remembering again that his bother was the one who arranged all this, the weapon was even loaded... was it even safe to do that? He took the gun tightly by the grip, trying his best not to touch the trigger last thing he needs to do was shoot to himself in the foot, or something stupid like that. In his hand, Michel lightly bounced it, trying to get a feel for its weight, still heavy as he expected maybe heavier, this was nothing like the firing range, not at all. Careful moments of consideration passed, in the end Michel engaged the safety, although he didn't unload it, felt like something an assassin would do, to keep a weapon at all times. The gun fit snugly in his inner suit pocket, good, well he thought, kept out of sight but at least still within reach.
He stood up from his crouch, once he knew where he'll be sleeping he could put all of his belonging away properly. He sat back down at the table, honestly he was tying to keep some distance from the black clad woman, allies or not she gave off bad vibes. Michel sat in silence as he took in the news media.
"Real good food, compliments to the chef! And uh, don't worry about the bowl, clean as clean can get." Maybe trying to purposely improve the atmosphere would do some good, for the both of them.
For a good minute Michel stood around not too unsure of what to do, not like he bothered to plan anything for the day, nor did Cipher seemed to have anything for him to do, just busy watching the news. Finally he decided that a jump start on unpacking was in order. He crouched over the hideous bag, who decided this was a good color anyway? With a single zip he got right into retrieving his items, for now he just stacked them besides himself. A money bundle, undoubtedly from his brother, papers, mostly to get him residency nothing too exciting, and his choice of clothing, thankfully. Turned out he didn't pack all that much, however at the bottom of the bag he found a small surprise, a handgun.
Michel was confused momentarily, before remembering again that his bother was the one who arranged all this, the weapon was even loaded... was it even safe to do that? He took the gun tightly by the grip, trying his best not to touch the trigger last thing he needs to do was shoot to himself in the foot, or something stupid like that. In his hand, Michel lightly bounced it, trying to get a feel for its weight, still heavy as he expected maybe heavier, this was nothing like the firing range, not at all. Careful moments of consideration passed, in the end Michel engaged the safety, although he didn't unload it, felt like something an assassin would do, to keep a weapon at all times. The gun fit snugly in his inner suit pocket, good, well he thought, kept out of sight but at least still within reach.
He stood up from his crouch, once he knew where he'll be sleeping he could put all of his belonging away properly. He sat back down at the table, honestly he was tying to keep some distance from the black clad woman, allies or not she gave off bad vibes. Michel sat in silence as he took in the news media.
Cipher was a some kind of character for sure, at least from his initial look, plus clearly she had the whole hardened assassin look going, even little dangerous although that probably was the point. She had a good dark theme with nothing but black... and no shoes, uh a strange choice to put it lightly, Michel briefly, really just a mere flash, entertained the image of Cipher as a female John McClane, maybe without all those shards of glass and blood.
Another thing he could say about the veteran is she didn't seem to be a people's person, seeing as she didn't even bother with a proper introduction before plopping down in a nearby table set, good news is she did offer him some soup, which nice, he guessed.
"Alright, thanks then some food is great."
Michel ventured further into the suite, the ugly purple bag was tossed into a corner it felt good to relive his shoulder of the considerably heavy weight. Before he forgot Michel made sure to close the door behind him, privacy is preferable of course. The area was about as nice as the entire building, furnished well and if he were to guess it had to have a pretty hefty price tag attached. The pot sat on the stove as expected, along side the empty bowl and spoon. Vegetable and beef wasn't a bad combination, maybe uninspired but good none the less.
With piping hot beef stew in hand Michel took his place across from the woman, again she didn't seem keen on talking, so with that in mind Michel decided just eating was a good idea, no telling what kind of person she really is just yet.
Another thing he could say about the veteran is she didn't seem to be a people's person, seeing as she didn't even bother with a proper introduction before plopping down in a nearby table set, good news is she did offer him some soup, which nice, he guessed.
"Alright, thanks then some food is great."
Michel ventured further into the suite, the ugly purple bag was tossed into a corner it felt good to relive his shoulder of the considerably heavy weight. Before he forgot Michel made sure to close the door behind him, privacy is preferable of course. The area was about as nice as the entire building, furnished well and if he were to guess it had to have a pretty hefty price tag attached. The pot sat on the stove as expected, along side the empty bowl and spoon. Vegetable and beef wasn't a bad combination, maybe uninspired but good none the less.
With piping hot beef stew in hand Michel took his place across from the woman, again she didn't seem keen on talking, so with that in mind Michel decided just eating was a good idea, no telling what kind of person she really is just yet.
Michel A. Parish
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Ah yeah sorry I haven't got a proper look for him yet, uh well let me take a moment for find a picture that works.
Edit: Done the guy has his own mini CS now, with a picture.
Edit: Done the guy has his own mini CS now, with a picture.
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