𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙘

𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘤, 𝘗𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.
𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦.

[𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙘 @Marric_Devotion]

#DungeonsAndDragons,
#DnD,
#DnDRP,
#DungeonsAndDragonsRP,
#Multiverse,
#MultiverseRP,
#Parody,
#Writing,
#Roleplay.
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[𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙘 @Marric_Devotion]

"I have sworn to serve Devotion all my life. And I shall do so until my heart stops to bleed and beat."

[𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙘 @Marric_Devotion]

𝘙𝘖𝘓𝘌𝘗𝘓𝘈𝘠 𝘐𝘕𝘍𝘖 & 𝘞𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘌𝘙 𝘐𝘕𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘔𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕:
https://t.co/UtYkD0j9hQ

[𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙘 @Marric_Devotion]

"I have sworn to serve Devotion all my life. And I shall do so until my heart stops to bleed and beat."

[𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙘 @Marric_Devotion]

>>> He then threw the AK-47 away as he eyed Domino.

"Nothing different from what we were doing in the 'nam, ma'am."

[𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙘 @Marric_Devotion]

Lincoln only nodded his head to Domino. Their target, cornered by iron scrap, tried to reach out for his AK rifle, but Lincoln was faster by not only taking the rifle off their hands, but also kicking them in the knee with his boot so much it nearly fractured it.

>>>

[⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆🅳🅾🅼🅸🅽🅾 ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ @Neena_Thurmann]

He may have the target cornered but she was already observing from the rooftop. Her rifle was already pointing at their direction, when the moment came for her to act she joined Lincoln and walked slowly behind him.

"Nice hunt~"

She admitted casually

[𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙘 @Marric_Devotion]

@ArmoredMenace Some moments later, Burke stepped in with his leg busted as he was ready to drop that car on Grievous.

"That motherfuckin' piece of junk-"

[𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙘 @Marric_Devotion]

@ArmoredMenace would be a witness to an unusal sight. A towering black man, armed with just a MAB PAP F1, walking around wrecks of battle-droids as a wreck of a car was hanging above Grievous.

Lincoln proceeded to kick a lightsaber away from Grievous.

[𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙘 @Marric_Devotion]

@chloeheavensent "So much for the police being effective in New Bordeaux."

[𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙘 @Marric_Devotion]

💟 this for an interaction from Lincoln.

To get this account going. :)

[𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙘 @Marric_Devotion]

Lincoln had his eyes set on one of the targets that Donovan tracked for him, one that even @Neena_Thurmann wanted to hunt down.

After minutes of chasing the target through streets of New Bordeaux, Lincoln cornered them at Burke's Iron Works.

He waited for his guest to arrive.

[𝐻𝐸 𝐼𝒮. . . @TheSunsp0t]

https://t.co/4aEXI1mcFT

[𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙘 @Marric_Devotion]

Lincoln waited at the READER in their own home, sitting on their couch while eyeing them with a cold, shap glare.

His intention? To give them a deal they shouldn't refuse.

[ #OpenRP ]

[𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙘 @Marric_Devotion]

Lincoln decided to sneak up on the READER but instead of ambushing them, he decided to scare them by screaming 'CACA DAU' and clapping his hands right by their ear.

It was a common thing back in the 'Nam to scare US soldiers, done by Viet Cong.

[𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙘 @Marric_Devotion]

I think this needs to be addressed.

As a white writer, I find racism abhorrent in all its forms.

But it needs to be said that without it, Mafia III's story wouldn't be as complex as it is.

I will gladly continue writing Lincoln.

[𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙘 @Marric_Devotion]

@HighSpeedLegs Lincoln took a cigarette and lit it up before putting it between his lips, looking at the martial artist.

"Back when I was in 'Nam, or when Marcano ruled the city, there was nothing like this. Only boxing rings underground, or illegal fighting clubs."

[𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙘 @Marric_Devotion]

@HighSpeedLegs "I heard you have opened a dojo in New Bordeaux. To teach young people self-defence. A noble cause, I admit."

Lincoln said with a firm, yet somewhat warm tone. If Chun-Li knew what happened to Lincoln before the downfall of Sal Marcano, she'd understand his cold approach.

[𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙘 @Marric_Devotion]

"Some of Marcano's loyalists tried to hit on Vito today.

I had to... correct their view with lead through their brain."

[𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙘 @Marric_Devotion]

@HighSpeedLegs The tall man offered his hand to Chun-Li.

"Lincoln Clay."

[𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙘 @Marric_Devotion]

@HighSpeedLegs "Oh, my apologies. Guess some manners were wiped off my mind after I got... you know..."

He pointed at the large scar on the side of his head.