βIf you take a nap, Iβll be more then happy to keep a eye on you so you donβt have to worry about anything.β
Crossfire replied, easing himself as he stared into the lit flames which slowly shifted to a light blue.
βAh wonderful blue flames, donβt they bring about such +
β relaxing sounds nice γ I believe Iβll sit in too ! maybe Iβll take a nap γnaps are nice . β
she ponders to herself γ seating herself near the warm campfire . a few seconds later and sheβs laying down on her side γ relishing in the warmth emitting from the fire .
+ says ever so coldly but then switches back to the happy fellow he was just moments ago and adding the following.
βBut that doesnβt mean we canβt enjoy our lives for the time being, we hope for the apocalypse but till then may as well make a living.β
βThe mother of my daughter died fighting a pointless war for these humans, as for my daughterβ¦ she is unable to feel pain, I canβt either as I inherited some of her quirk by being around herβ¦ itβs the reason we harbour no reason to care if harm befalls us.β
Crossfire +
β you have a daughter ? how wonderful ! but I must ask .. why would you want apocalypse for your spawn ? apocalypse would only be putting her in harms way .. β
coraline mentions β being a horseman means being a harbinger of apocalypse. she knows far too much about
βI was about to make some burgers butβ¦ decided to relax insteadβ¦β
Crossfire responded, while removing his mask and placing it down, next to the campfire which was now fully lit ablaze from the little substance he had thrown into it moments before she reappeared.
an unsettling whistle would come from coraline as sheβd ascend the stairs once more . a satisfied grin sticking to her bloodied mouth .
the sound of her licking her fingers could be heard from behind him .
β Iβm sure they wonβt be bother you anymore γ mister mask . β
+ his gaze now lingering upon the city, a cold smirk appearing upon his face as he spoke once again.
βI canβt wait to see the apocalypse come, me and my daughter have no love for this world, after it took so much from us.β
βWe have different definitions of cute, yet I often donβt see myself as humanβ¦ all I see myself as, is a weapon of war, using skills given to me at birth to make sure my daughter lives a carefree and happy life without the struggles I went through.β
Crossfire says softly +
and she appreciates his indifference γ taking the flask into her hands with caution . a few sips are taken before the flask is given back .
the amber liquid filling her cheeks like a fat goldfish before sheβs swallowing it down .
β it is spicy β β
she mutters γ
+ spot set up as he still had a few more targets being brought this way.
He wonders how and why this girl was able to find him and wanted to find him⦠he had so many questions, but pushed them to the side as he awaited her return from the now silent staircase.
Crossfire certainly felt the shift, but he didnβt care much for itβ¦ whatever happened, just happened and who was he to start asking questions when he was the one who asked for her help.
He did however start picking up his equipment, but left his small little rooftop camping +
sheβd listen γ nodding along with everything heβd say before tossing a gun into her lap . sheβs slightly offended !
β fortunately I will not need this ! as for disposal β just keep your eyes facing forwards ! good? β
she asks β making her way
towards the staircase.
+ such a good drink, you ever had it?β
Crossfire seems unbothered by her being a manifestation, casually treating her the same as when he first met her.
βFour horsemen of the apocalypse, okay yeah I can understand why you find humans pathetic thenβ¦ it seems like it would be by nature at that.β
The man says softly, pulling out flask with his free hand and taking a swing from it and then offering some to her.
βFireball whisky +
β took you that long to figure it out ? oh γ silly goose ! of course Iβm not human . I am a manifestation .
in my preferred form of course .. β
and with that she curtseys.
β I am a physical manifestation of famine γ a four horseman if you read up on the big book β
βYes I am a assassin but like nobody every tries to cash in on it, because one I have bullets that can nullify most abilities to some extent.β
Crossfire says, grabbing a pistol and then tossing towards her and smirking.
βFour coming up the staircase, kill them and
++
β of course they are people after you γ you are an assassin β correct ?
oh β crossfire ! what a lovely name .
I am coraline glynn! tisβ a pleasure .β
a little bow is given as she looks out across the horizon in the sniper nest .
she wouldnβt be that great of a spotter
βTrust me if I was as pathetic as a normal human, I wouldnβt be standing here right now.β
Crossfire replied very quickly, yet his gaze never left her as he spoke and then something clicked⦠so he decided to ask the question.
βYou arenβt human, you have a foul auraβ¦β
β forgive my boredom β‘οΈ β
she purrs γ nudging her head into his pats like a cat would . vacant onyx hues shift to the scene below .
ah γ humans scrambling amidst the chaos . law enforcement trying to figure out what had happened .
βA spotter is someone who calls the range for a sniper, but having someone watch my back kinda makes this better given the type of people who are after me.β
Crossfire then thinks about what she had asked, taking a deep breath and soon replying with a very basic answer. +
β how peculiar γ humans are full of surprises . .. β a cascading silence hangs over the air before sheβs speaking again .
β forgive me γ but what is a spotβter? do I just sit pretty and watch your back ? I can do that . β
she muses γ turning her head to the
βGoing good, besides the antics of a certain someone who is hereβ¦β
Crossfire says ever so softly, using his free hand to gentle pat her on the head and then turning his attention towards the police cars starting to pull up around the dead body.
βHow pathetic, you +
a impish giggle escapes the calamity γ abnormally large eyes blinking at the marksman .
β shucks β almost ! iβll get you next time . until then β β she wraps both of her arms around one of his arms γ grip iron tight .
β how are you γ mister mask ! β