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"What do you need made. An atomic bomb perhaps?"

M!A:

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             you have the guts to call { me }—-…
                                                                                 …—-WEAK?

I AM not THE DEFINITION OF INSANITY! Or am I? (Vaas/Aiden)

definingtheinsanity:

And off went his mood, spiraling into the darkened clouds of rising anger. Some poor hostage would get the worst of it when he got back, greeting the receiving end of his rage with a good pistol whip to the back of the head. While his mind was one million miles away, it took him awhile to notice the voice calling him in a rather perceptive tone.

The sudden close proximity, albeit misplaced in his eyes, came as a partial shock to him. His brow furrowed, his head lifting in that sense of withering interest. With legs still crossed beneath him, he watched her work, supporting himself upwards so he could get a proper sight. It was mesmerizing in its own respect, interesting in the fashion that he hadn’t seen anything quite like it before.

Vaas took hold of his weary gadget, taking the moment to flip through the channels in a sense of jaded skepticism. And yet, despite whatever doubt rotted his mind, the radio came in without static. Each tower could be heard now, even the one that resided in the far east. He turned the device in his hand, searching for sign of a blemish or fault. Nothing

Before he could question her or really complain, he could hear the roar of an engine. As he brought himself to his feet, his expression seemed to be of the confused variety. But he knew time was hardly on his side, so he high-tailed it to car.

Fuck..

He said this in a hushed tone, as if he wished her not to hear it. But underneath  that vague scowl was someone who was dearly impressed. Never had he seen such a broad measure talent, much less from a woman’s hands. But pride would never have him admit that.

So he sat there beside her, never thinking to mind the prominent blood stains that now stained the carpeted seats. With a hand vaguely motioning toward the lush green shrubbery of the bush. His other hand gripped tightly on the sniper rifle he carted with him.

 ” Camp’s around the mountain. I’ll cover our ass while we go."

A pause, the smallest and yet briefest showcase in humanity.

 ” Thanks for uh, whatever the fuck that was back there.

Aiden eased the Jeep onward, letting the slight decline take it before giving it a little gas on incline to keep it going.  There was no need to be in a hurry if another sniper laid in wait, but she doubted it by the caliber of the former, besides, it was rare for those types to run in packs, generally snipers were tied to a larger group of defective agents.  Though, this one acted alone which opted her to believe that there were no other threats.  Oh well, they would find out soon enough.

Her eyes flickered to Vaas, her features softening for a a few moments, stoicism cracking, but holding true once her lips started moving, “No need to thank me, it’s why I was brought here, just doing my duty and all that…..”, she paused for a few seconds, awkwardness coating the vehicle, “But… you’re welcome”, she breathed out.  Gloved digits rubbed her neck while the other stayed glued to the wheel.

Once the itch was satisfied, the hand seemingly took on a mind of its own, and slowly stretched back to scratch Zar on the head.  The dog gave off a pained whimper before receding to layout once again.  Well, he seemed to be doing better, but she needed to put a stint on his leg and get him tied up so he would not move around.  Obsidian hues traveled from road to Vaas once again, “So.. what kind of food do you have at camp?”

Yes, she thought of food at times like this.

mechanizing-the-nightmare wondered:
"You know I have a little something that could take the edge off."

theresnosuchthingasvampires:

theresnosuchthingasvampires:

"That right?" Alan asked as he glanced over at the speaker. He brought a fist up and wiped away the animal blood from his jaw. He blinked a couple of times before his eyes turned back to normal. He was still hungry, but he had already drained the rabbit dry, its mangled body crumpled at his feet.

"Fair deal," Alan agreed, extremely grateful for the opportunity he had been given. His brother, Edgar, would want to check this stuff out later on, knowing it would help keep his blood lust under check. Then after shooting a glance at an almost seemingly general direction behind him, he looked over at the woman and asked, "You got a particular operation in mind for those people you’re searching for?"

"I have it under control, if that’s what you’re wondering", she pulled off her beanie, ruffling her hair before replacing the garment, "No, need to worry", she waved him off, and kept on walking.

mechanizing-the-nightmare wondered:
"You know I have a little something that could take the edge off."

theresnosuchthingasvampires:

theresnosuchthingasvampires:

"That right?" Alan asked as he glanced over at the speaker. He brought a fist up and wiped away the animal blood from his jaw. He blinked a couple of times before his eyes turned back to normal. He was still hungry, but he had already drained the rabbit dry, its mangled body crumpled at his feet.

"I’ll be honest: I don’t make much for a living. Used to be a hunter." Alan grumbled, "Vampire hunter." Then speaking up once more, after taking another puff, he said, "These days I’m a taxidermist. Name your price and I’ll try to work on earning it for you. Not gonna want to do this forever, though. I will change back - one day, when I kill the one who made me this way."

"Well, that packet there wasn’t as potent, and considering the places I got the ingredients it will cost fifty bucks for the next two batches", she rubbed her nose, dark orbs staring off, "Should last you for a couple weeks at least.. seems like a fair deal."

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livingtheparkourlife:

Slava Petin is my fav :))) Always so happy and such a great Freerunner! :D

livingtheparkourlife:

Slava Petin is my fav :))) Always so happy and such a great Freerunner! :D

the-heretic-zorinblitz:

((Pretty much- has it in her head that the world’s a terrible place and the only way she’s going to survive is by being the bigger monster. Everyone’s out to get her skin and that’s why she has no problem slaughtering them because they would do the same to her.


Did I mention her views are pretty twisted? ))

((Yeah, I got that, but the fun part is.  Twisted views don’t make the monster, and there is always going to be one bigger than her :P DUN DUN… DUN DUN… DUN DUN))