Deathstroke

"The Original Terminator. The best Assassin on the market" #DCRP #MVRP Can be #TTRP version #Detailed and #Literaterp only.

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"The number one Assassin. Contract pending: Mission Successful. Returning to collect pay"

#DCRP
#MVRP
#ExperiencedRP
Ships w/Fighter(chem)

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@the_Principessa (Shall we commence the plotting?

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@the_Principessa (I'd be willing to take you up on that offer. An engagement between the two killers could, potentially be interesting.

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"Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock. Time, is of the essence. A essence that you're losing slowly, Robin."

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"Congratulations Titans. You've earned your relaxation. Especially you-"

His eye fixated on the orange haired alien. Her optimistic smile.

"Starfire."

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"Starfire is an interesting girl. But her sister, now that's someone of potential. Perhaps even enough for my plan."

His eye stared at the screen. Another battle, another victory for the Titans. But that was it. They won a fight, while he had the game always changing.--

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@ATitansFire (Should we plot in dms?

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(I'd like to personally apologize to @ATitansFire for my abrupt departure.

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@LianYuShadoW His brow raised. Attempting to recall her words.

"What did the uniform look like? Colors, patterns? Do you remember any of it?"

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@LianYuShadoW "H. I. V. E..."

His brow narrowed. Focusing back to the young girl. Recalling an older mission.

"How much do you remember? I need detail."

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@LianYuShadoW "Hm.. I don't remember any mission that fits that description. Wait--"

He paused, bringing a hand to stroke his grey goatee.

"Maybe..."

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@LianYuShadoW He stayed quiet for a moment. Analyzing the situation. He had no memory of her, yet. She knew of him. And as a professional assassin. That was dangerous.

As result, his hand slowly sheathed the knife. Keeping his eye on her.

"Alright. I'm listening.. How do you know me."

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@LianYuShadoW His eye scanned her body. Part attempting to recall any memory of her. Whilst the other scanned her muscle movement. Ensuring she made no sudden attempts.

"Beat it kid. You don't know me at all."

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@LianYuShadoW Continuing his walk. He turned another corner. Dragging a knife from his hip. A silenced m1911 opposite side.

"Who are you?"

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@LianYuShadoW Being in a trenchcoat. The assassin glanced back to the stranger. His one eye gazing back at her. Only to turn down an alley. Not wishing to make a scene. At least, not in public.

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@ATitansFire {of course.

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@ATitansFire {Ah. So like, a time skip?

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@adrenalineruns "Language."

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@ATitansFire {Wait do I do the H. I. V. E? 😅