Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190330040916/@comment-5583506-20190330190746

SkyrimsShillelagh wrote: "I'll think about it." Tanner smirked. He had a lot of things to work out before he could even think about a 'next step' in his life. "It's probably premature to plan out my future while we have a superhuman assassin after us." "You have too much shit in your head wearing you down, meat", a hoarse, growling voice said from the kitchen entrance. There wasn't much that slipped by unnoticed by the dogfaced assassin's scruffy ears, peeking out of two slits in his hood. "The same goes for all of you. You are all too tense. Too much crap on your minds. You going after this hyper-technological harpy, you do so with clear minds. Or else you might as well be dog food."

Evangeline didn't like the assassin. Not because of his trade, she was an assassin herself after all. Not because of his hideous appearance. She knew better than to judge by someone's exterior. But because of his ideals. He was just a grunt. A mercenary: loyal to nothing but gold, without as much as a single moral bone in his disfigured body. According to records there was plenty of blood on the mutant's hands. Blood from both sides, the bad and the good.