The Drifter

'ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏʀʀɪᴇsᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴀᴡ.'

The Drifter | Light-Bearer | Maverick Manipulator |#DestinyRP | NPC | 18+ themes | DM open for plots, RP

[The Drifter @motesofdarkness]

⟁ Human - Light-Bearer
⟁ Gambit Officiator
⟁ Shiftless Scoundrel, Maestro of Manipulating Words
⟁ Bit of a Eerie Gentleman Pervert
⟁ 18+ Themes [S/NSFW, Lewd in DM's]
⟁ 15+ years RP Experience
⟁ Detailed Writer
⟁ Ships - Fleeting, Lone Wolf With An Appetite

⟁ ♡ + ♺

[The Drifter @motesofdarkness]

@darknessxcrows got more eyes trying to keep tabs on me? Ain' jus' mindin' my own business and be gone after the match like usual."

[The Drifter @motesofdarkness]

Cathedral of Scars. Been a grip since he'd been on this side of the system.

But those Guardians.. they just never knew when to stop. Give them a taste of riches, and watch them line up for the taking. Even a few other more questionable members of society filtered the ranks >

[The Drifter @motesofdarkness]

@darknessxcrows good conversationalist partner? Spittin' some broken Eliksni being run through a meat grinder's more like it. All garble, no enunciation."

He cracked a bit of a crooked grin, wagging the screwdriver in hand up at Gaera. "Y'lookin' for a little dosh, or just my gracious hosts >

[The Drifter @motesofdarkness]

was right content in just carrying on a conversation with himself in that moment.

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[The Drifter @motesofdarkness]

held on to that was no longer of much use to him in the production of his little pet project of weaponry.

"Coulda done it all. Then y'had to go and have some shift of conscience and bravado, fuckin' back stabbin' snake. Now lookit'cha. BAM. Dead. Fuckshit."

Seemed Drifter >

[The Drifter @motesofdarkness]

@Ledge_Failure demonstrative little antics of his fingers in check.

"..y'got any pieces of it left?" inquired with another lift of his brows. Couldn't be tainted still, could it? The latter remark, he actually scoffed, loudly so.

"Ain' nothin' beatin' Ol'e Dark Age guns, Sister."

[The Drifter @motesofdarkness]

@Ledge_Failure Exo.

So much for fidgeting, the hand lingering at the revolver lazily hung at his side, from nothing came something; sleight of hand and those infamously familiar chitin and green hued coins. One rolled over the back of his knuckles from right to left to keep his >

[The Drifter @motesofdarkness]

@Ledge_Failure back from."

[The Drifter @motesofdarkness]

@Ledge_Failure 'bout no Dredgens. Ain' seen a Golden Gun in a while an' like to keep it that way, y'catch my drift?"

His hand lowered, idly settling thumb into the pocket of his duster coat, other tucked in the sash draw to tap against the piece he was sporting.

"Be surprised what some come >

[The Drifter @motesofdarkness]

@Ledge_Failure something wholesomely /wrong/ about it; the emotion didn't seem to reach his eyes when his gaze lifted again.

"Seen some shit in my time. Shit that'd make that sweet lil' chassis of yours rust right off. How /far/ you willin' to go?"

[The Drifter @motesofdarkness]

@Ledge_Failure A low chuckle escaped him, scratching at the shadowy scruff on his chin before folding his arms and tuck his chin down to his chest. "Ah yeah, y'one of -those- types. Th'go getter. Sister, misbehavin' ain' nothin'.."

A roguish smile cut his face like a knife, smooth and yet >