"Maker, dang it hurts me to even look at ya!" Quincey squinted at the creature of code before him. He sighed, pulling out a knife from his back panel. "Look lady, I'm not going down without a fight!" Quincey cried as he lunged at her feet.
I felt like this would be kinda fun.
Basically your OC finds out that the OC above is going to assassinate them at any given point.
How do they react to this? What do they do? How intimidated are they by the OC above?
So, I will use my assassin OC Scourge for this. (partly because he was what inspired me to make this) So basically whoever comments IC next has to react to hearing the news that they are about to be killed by this guy. They might survive though if they're lucky.
Dae seemed mostly panicked. She was trying to find a way to protect herself. The robot may seem small but she's just as small,if not smaller than the robot. Dae felt like she might need to ask for help. Maybe from her friends or sister? They can aid in protecting her. The hybrid would walk out to her friends,"Could I say something?" Dae's voice was full of fear. She breathed in and out,"Someone is out to kill me".
"Well, this isn't going to end well." Animal muttered as he was told that he was going to get assassinated by Dae. He had to deal with Andrea earlier and now an assassination? This was too much for him. Animal got protective, baring his teeth and attracted his claws. "Come out whoever you are. I'm waiting." He dared, forcing the tentacle monster to kill him, unknowing the exact circumstances that will be brought by her. Animal also felt fear draining him, the wolf was shaking in fear and made several screams. "Anytime now... I'm still here you know..." Animal whispered, he also growled and tucked in his short tail. And then, he heard squeaking noises and slippery steps, she is here. "Hello." Animal stared at the monster as she was rapidly approaching him.
Edward gripped his pistol tightly. Not his first brush with something wanting to kill him but this thing seemed to only want him dead it had caused the team to scatter and he was alone. He was one of only 3 armed opratives but this thing was only tracking him so he assumed the rest of the team was safe. "Edward to command Cecil do you hear me!" he whispered panicked, he did not wanna fight this thing alone, it already looked like something had tried and faild to kill this thing. "The team is scattered, Its hunting me alone!" He looked around quickly "Its a large bipedal Canidae, I need another surgeon team strat!" suddenly he heard something walking. Not the heavy steel-toed boots the team was wearing no, soft-footed steps but loud as they fell, large paws. "Scratch the last part send anyone with a gun!" the footsteps got louder. Closer. Protocol stated that taking on a threat head-on is not only against protocol but also a good way to get killed. But today protocol could go fuck itself "Dad I'm going to have to fight this thing Im sorry!" He ran forward shooting wildly at the large beast.
"Huh? A dog lookin' thing?" Harper laughed, unsheathing his sword as he stared at Aristo.
"No idea where you're going with this, but I've taken down a dog with three heads. Best to back off, seeing as you've only got one!" His tone was that of a cocky younger man in his twenties, someone who believed that just because he'd conquered one thing, meant that he could conquer another. Harper was glad his general cockiness hid the fact that he was caught off guard. There was probably more to this guy... And Harper wasn't all to eager to find that out.
" oh? You've come to assassinate me?? "
Shark slowly turned around, with a toothy grin face to face with harper
" I don't find that very nice. However you are a bad guy, and you want to know what taste delicious?? Bad people. "
He yanked the weapon harper was gonna use and threw it to the wall
" so before I eat you, im gonna give you a 5 second headstart to leave and never come back "
„So, someone hired you to kill me?” Gwendoline asked casually, “Well I’m glad you haven’t done so jet.” Dozens of guards were surrounding her and her would-be assassin, but the priestess had given them the signal to stay back; She had faith in her ability to resolve this situation in a diplomatic way, without unnecessary bloodshed.
She took a sip from her drink before saying, “I would prefer you don’t.” She smiled at Shark, saying, “You don’t seem like a bad guy, I’m sure we can find some way to deal with this. If you need the money that was offered to you, I can get you some work around town, you’ll get an advance on your payment too.”
“Are you hungry?” She asked, getting up from her seat, “I know I am. Why don’t we talk about this over some dinner; I can get us a table at the best restaurant in town.”
“You’re wrong!” Gwendoline replied, smiling, “I think this will go exactly as I planned, with your help.” She explained, “One of my superiors sent me to kill you, but they picked the wrong woman for this job. Say, why don’t we go confront them together?”
“I must ask you not to hurt them. But in my city, demons are afforded the same legal protections as all other sapient species, so there will be consequences for my suppirior.”
"So, who convinced a sweet thing like you to do this? It's not going to go the way you want it, you know."
In many, many more ways than just one. Black sighed, for a brief moment, remembering everything that had happened in his own life since becoming a contract killer. It was late, and a young woman planning to kill him was not a good thing to wake up to. "Is it because I'm a demon? Or is it because of my career choice? Either way... Fair enough. I can see the irony in being assassinated. But this isn't going to go that way. You don't have the things to kill me permanently, religious items or not. Or..." He paused for a brief moment. "... This doesn't seem like you. Is someone forcing you to do this?"
He paused to slowly pull his gun out of his nightstand. "Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you." He slowly handed it to Gwendoline, before saying, "Look. That gun has some silver bullets you can shoot me with. If somebody's forcing you to do this, this'll appease them for now until I go show them who's boss 'round here. Or, if you're doing this on your own terms... I don't know." He paused to shrug and sigh. "Wish I could say that I could help you get what you want, but I really don't think I can. Sorry."
Black shivered in the desert he was in. Ugh, it was fucking cold. He hated the cold… Too bad that he had to deal with it anyways, because he had a job to do. Being a demon gave him an edge against most other contract killers in Prismatic, so he had been somewhat busy lately… And also, he got to go far from home thanks to his ability to summon portals.
Black mentally cursed when the kudu he had walked up to noticed him. Mostly an old habit from when that actually had any risk, but… Still, he forced himself to smile back. “Would be if it weren’t so cold,” he replied with a chuckle. “But yes, I do suppose this location and time both are good for grave-robbing.”
When Hemlock mentioned “plague bearers,” Black raised his eyebrows, but replied honestly, “That’s a new nickname, but you’d be pretty close, yeah.” He watched silently as Hemlock had his dramatic little moment and gave him an offer of coffee, before finally replying. “Well… I’m not the one who you got the attention from. I’m just an intermediary, a contract killer. With that said… Yes, you’re right. Sorry, it’s my job, nothing personal. And… While I would say yes, I’m not allowed to actually… Drink coffee or anything with caffeine any more. My husband would kill me. Or, well… Be mildly disappointed in me, but in my mind, those are the same things.”
Black managed to laugh at his comment. It was good to be a little lighthearted, even if it was with somebody you were plotting to murder soon.
Oh the desert. Lock lifted his lantern and placed down his shovel. The freshly grabbed earth and sand still felt warm against his boots. The night self was freezing cold. Hemlock's breath formed clouds. At least he was breathing.
Before Hemlock lay an open dug shallow grave. It's 'inhabitants' were nothing more than bones. Hemlock spat. He then reached forward and started to pull the jewellery and gold from their milky bones. A few rings, a golden tooth.
His ears pricked. The edges of the man's fur started to prick, and with his freshly dug up jewellery still clenched between his fingers, Hemlock turned around. The moon was waxing that evening. The 'merchant' had to use his lantern to see who, or what, had disturbed him. He'd expected desert crawlers. Night-terrors. But instead got greeted by the sight of a demon. The kudu's eyes traced the other's antlers, before resting on Black's face. He grimaced. Then smiled.
"Lovely evening, don't you think?" He asked the unknown entity. As he closed his hand into a fist, feeling the stolen wear prick in his hands. Pocketing it.
"A good night to disturb the dead," he said. Lock's eye still traced over the other's frame. Those wax-like wings…
"I know your kind," he continued. His voice sounded disturbingly loud in the empty desert night. "Plague bearers? Right partner?" He asked. "Thought so!" Hemlock clapped his empty hands clean of any just and sand and smiled as he approached Black.
"What did a ...Honest," he couldn't help but laugh, "healer like me do to get your attention? Don't worry, I know you're here." Hemlock used his dramatic pause to hang his lantern on the handle of his shovel.
"You're here to kill me! Or at least I think so! If not, feel free to tell me. I like surprises, especially in moments like these," he joked. Then shook his head. "Listen, partner, I'm not going to waste your time begging and pleading. Besides, I kinda helped you already," he said. Pointing at the shallow grave. "But before you lay me to rest in there, are you interested in a cup of coffee?" Hemlock now pointed at his wagon nearby. "I roasted them myself. I'm good with beans," he said. "Or did you lose all your former appetite already?"
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For np: Hemlock is more likely to slip something poisoned in your food or drink than a violent-confrontation 👀
Jasper sat in his chair, looking blankly at the older kudu sitting across from him at the table, watching him eat, barely having touched his own food. "You know..." Jasper said, picking up his glass, and sniffing at the drink, "You really should be more sneaky trying to poison someone..." the dragon king smirked, snapping his fingers, his henchmen blocking the door, rifles drawn, "Who paid you? Madeline? Frank? ...Don't tell me it was that old bastard Vinny...Man can hardly see or hear but insists on still running his business.."...Hemlock was going to need to come up with a damn good plan to slip away.
The amount of times some one had tried to assassinate him were slimmer than you'd imagine. He always imagined himself to be lucky. Being the king of the fire elementals must intimidated people enough to not want to plot an assassination. But here was the once in a lifetime moment where he was faced with some one attempting to take his life. A crime boss, 'the dragon king', none the less. He did not know if he should accept the fate he was put in, or he should fight back. Would some one even come and save him?
"You know, it isn't every day some one is hired to assassinate me. I wonder who had hired you to do it, that might become a problem later." He sighs, crossing his arms. "I did not think I did anything political that would cause something like this... Is it to take the throne? If you're going to kill me, at least inform me. I am curious."