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Call me Doc. I prefer RM, UM, or LP fights, with human or peak human hand-to-hand or swords & sandals being my speciality.
Challenge me to a match any old time!

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Strict 48 hout time limit between posts, RM or UM. Multiple challengers welcome.
Who would like have a bare handed fight to the death?
@Hokum

"If yah know about meh principles and want thah job done your way, then yah know that Ah take partial payment up front, and Ah'll work for anyone willin' and able tah pay. Give meh Pycin now, and Ah'll finish the work on Dino properly and come back fah more. Othahwise, I'll go ahead an' count mahself as fahsaken, and we'll see if Ah can't speed up the death of this heeyuh universe a lil' bit. Pycin up front and all readah to die, and Ah'll kill Dino with no collaterals. If yaw're reallah Gawd, then you'll know when Ah ain't lyin', ayuh?"

-Donny wasn't lying. Orders or no orders, he'd already decided that those two were dead. He took business merrily on most occasions, but the mistakes folks like these made? They tried blackmail instead of just paying him half up front with honest instructions. When proper business couldn't be conducted, war took its place. Donny suffered no threats to live. This was why the Mafia feared and respected him. Any employer who tried to extort Donny's services was his enemy.-
Name: Auti Stik
Sobriquets: The Pill Packer
Call Sign: Pills
Age: 28
Hair Color: Black
Eye color: Brown
Skin Color: Black
Height: 5’9"
Weight: 163 LBS
Occupation: Combat Medic (Spectre Force).
Predecessor: Reta Ard
Allegiance: The Krasnaya Imperiya and drugs

@LeeRoy

-Donny was set to light his own cigarette, but instead he expelled the lamp oil he'd taken into his mouth from the flask, spewing flaming oil towards Yancy's face when the revelation of Donny's identity hit. Donny would immediately slip backwards with his hands in his pockets in case Yancy bolted for him or swung through the obscuring flames. He'd find that Donny had skipped a few yards back if he took more than a moment to act.-
@Hokum

-Donny nodded slowly, but he was tough to read.-

"If yah insist. But, lemmeh ask yah somethin'. If yah can take out thah Quatis race and move around Pycin... Then why's Dino givin' yah such trouble? Yah act like Gawd, no Gawd I know'd be stumped by a mortal. Maybe Ah got somethin' to bargain with aftah awll, if yah need to put up with mah 'atrocities'. Hell, I bet yah ain' nothin' more than a psychic projection, probably got a vulnerable form or core or what-have-yah somewhere. Ah learned somethin' long ago missus. The Wizard of Oz his behind a curtain because he was a shortie. Tell Donneh why you're hidin', and what you're hidin', and Ah'll help yah without any more problems."
@LeeRoy

"Hmph. It's fine, I'm just doing my job. How about a smoke too? You're all right now. I said I'm not interested in arresting you, I just have a few more questions."

-Donny tipped back the flask, throat bobbing, watching Yancy out of the corner of his eye. He'd wipe his mouth on his sleeve and then, tucking it away, would retrieve a pack of cigarettes instead. It'd be difficult to tell what brand he had in the dark. He'd tap two out, popping one into his own mouth before flicking the other to Yancy.-
In ~Kull~ 8 yrs ago Forum: Character Sheets
@LeeRoy

-Donny shook his head and quickly pulled his hand out of his jacket, holding a wallet. He'd flip it open and show his false (but legit looking) FDA badge to Yancy. He'd address the bum without any trace of an accent, an air of lawful authority in his voice and demeanor.-

"Wrong. I'm agent Jamie Carson. Don't worry, I won't arrest you if you cooperate. I don't give a shit that you're clearly on drugs either, I don't have time for that. What I do give a shit about is that you seem to know about 'First-Degree', and that this train inexplicably lost power. Is he after you, son? Do you know what happened? Seen anything?"

-Donny would carefully move closer, and unless he was interrupted, would put his wallet back and on its place take out a silver flask bound in black leather. He'd continue speaking if allowed, using a much more calming and friendly tone.-

"Just take it easy now, I'm sure you're stressed. How about a drink? You like whisky son?"


@LeeRoy

-The power was cut. The train was slowing down, dimly lit. Alternating blocks of light and shadow cast a carousel's roundabout throughout the train car as the outside illumination passed by. Like an apparition, Donny seemed to appear in the middle of the car as one last wave of darkness was chased away. The train eased to a stop. The hitman's hands were deep in his pockets and he was standing as still as a corpse in his predatorial slouch. He didn't have the element of surprise anymore. He didn't have all of his weapons either. His girlfriend had taken them whilst he was passed out from the sleeping pills she'd drugged his nightly baking soda water with. Fucking indigestion. She'd wanted him to take a day off, refused to tell him where his shit was. Women.
It figured that the one person he'd rather not kill had compromised his profession. He'd let her off the hook, accepting that he was going to take the day off. Yet here he was, sharing this train with someone on his hit list. He'd have to make do.-
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