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Ved
He held on, the rough driving skills Spencer was known for always rocked his stomach, which was surprising for someone who once made a career by leaping from planes into war-zones. He gripped the jeep hard, his fingers indenting the metal exterior and creating surefire grips. His Exo-Powered suit increased his strength and speed drastically, as well as being water-proof, hermetically sealed, and equipped with a vocal dilution module, his voice came out as a deep, distorted robotic sound. Many members of his party whispered that he was actually an AI robot with a sense of humor. However, a few members could easily prove that wasn't the case.
"Think you could slow down a bit?"
His mechanical voice asked rhetorically, his feet shifting to balance him out on the flat ledge of the jeep. Due to the fact that he had the strongest grip of the party, he was always opted out to stand on the outside of the vehicle, holding on for dear life. Although frankly, he could likely run alongside the vehicle and keep up at a steady pace.
He held on, the rough driving skills Spencer was known for always rocked his stomach, which was surprising for someone who once made a career by leaping from planes into war-zones. He gripped the jeep hard, his fingers indenting the metal exterior and creating surefire grips. His Exo-Powered suit increased his strength and speed drastically, as well as being water-proof, hermetically sealed, and equipped with a vocal dilution module, his voice came out as a deep, distorted robotic sound. Many members of his party whispered that he was actually an AI robot with a sense of humor. However, a few members could easily prove that wasn't the case.
"Think you could slow down a bit?"
His mechanical voice asked rhetorically, his feet shifting to balance him out on the flat ledge of the jeep. Due to the fact that he had the strongest grip of the party, he was always opted out to stand on the outside of the vehicle, holding on for dear life. Although frankly, he could likely run alongside the vehicle and keep up at a steady pace.
Ved
He followed suit of the others, trailing a bit behind, his fists clenching.
"Stupid fucking cunt... Pompous bitch... Who does she think she is, all we tried to do was show a little fucking support..."
"Easy red, she's probably a lot more unlucky then us. I doubt the other demons get along as well as us."
He murmured gently, his hands relaxing. Ved and Wrath had a very interesting relationship, while sharing the body, they decided to co-operate and take shifts over who is in control. While Ved has learned to be incredibly patient, putting up with wrath for several years, he remains inexplicably calm at all times. Wrath on the other-hand, will take over whenever Ved cannot handle the situation, such as during fights or high stress situations.
He followed suit of the others, trailing a bit behind, his fists clenching.
"Stupid fucking cunt... Pompous bitch... Who does she think she is, all we tried to do was show a little fucking support..."
"Easy red, she's probably a lot more unlucky then us. I doubt the other demons get along as well as us."
He murmured gently, his hands relaxing. Ved and Wrath had a very interesting relationship, while sharing the body, they decided to co-operate and take shifts over who is in control. While Ved has learned to be incredibly patient, putting up with wrath for several years, he remains inexplicably calm at all times. Wrath on the other-hand, will take over whenever Ved cannot handle the situation, such as during fights or high stress situations.
Ved
"Sir."
He stated singularly, moving to an awaiting motorcycle. Punching in an address listed from the Purge director into the touchscreen on the cycle, revved his engine and he drove, his first step in any assassination process was to locate a member of the family or a close friend. With luck he could find them, in a single go. He drove quickly, the speedometer never going under 130 miles per hour, and without a single stop, he arrived in a matter of hours.
He kicked in the door, a rifle in front of him, waiting to threaten anyone who came into his field of vision. He sweept the entrance, then slowly made his way through the house. After a thorough search he moved into one of the bedrooms (hanks) and began to search a desk covered in stacks of paper and photographs. Lifting up a photo he saw two men, standing next to each other with large smiles, he looked on the back and saw the caption "Tony and Hank." He thought to himself. "One of these men are my target. Perhaps I should send them a message."
Several minutes later, he walked out of the now burning house, with the message, I'm coming for you, carved into the top of the mailbox.
"Sir."
He stated singularly, moving to an awaiting motorcycle. Punching in an address listed from the Purge director into the touchscreen on the cycle, revved his engine and he drove, his first step in any assassination process was to locate a member of the family or a close friend. With luck he could find them, in a single go. He drove quickly, the speedometer never going under 130 miles per hour, and without a single stop, he arrived in a matter of hours.
Hank and Tony's Home
He kicked in the door, a rifle in front of him, waiting to threaten anyone who came into his field of vision. He sweept the entrance, then slowly made his way through the house. After a thorough search he moved into one of the bedrooms (hanks) and began to search a desk covered in stacks of paper and photographs. Lifting up a photo he saw two men, standing next to each other with large smiles, he looked on the back and saw the caption "Tony and Hank." He thought to himself. "One of these men are my target. Perhaps I should send them a message."
Several minutes later, he walked out of the now burning house, with the message, I'm coming for you, carved into the top of the mailbox.
Ved
He stood, waiting, the dark and empty alley echoing off the sound of the rain's pitter-pattering. His armor was water-proof, which kept him dry. This meeting had been arranged over a year ago, and he had been held in suspense since then, and it would all pay off after tonight. Tonight he would begin working for a very particular faction, and become a non-existent life. In exchange for his work, he will be provided with total financial support, and the elimination of any records held regarding him.
He stood, waiting, the dark and empty alley echoing off the sound of the rain's pitter-pattering. His armor was water-proof, which kept him dry. This meeting had been arranged over a year ago, and he had been held in suspense since then, and it would all pay off after tonight. Tonight he would begin working for a very particular faction, and become a non-existent life. In exchange for his work, he will be provided with total financial support, and the elimination of any records held regarding him.
If he'll respond and we aren't interrupted again that could work.
Too many to keep track of.
He isn't, I'm just rying to find a way to interact with someone that won't leave me scratching my head about what's going on.
His only interest is payment.
Yamada isn't intrested, freelancer wants to kill me, and purge and hive hate me.
I'm doing good at not being liked
I'm doing good at not being liked
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