The OC Above is Hired to Assassinate Your OC.[IC]

Dorothie came face to face with Phoenix. She was horrified by his collar. Was that his own species’ teeth? Former enemies? His own deceased family? Dorothie also knew she had to protect her neck at all costs, as it was her biggest weak point.

However, from a practical standpoint, Dorothie had a good chance of surviving. For one thing, she was a dog. Not only that, she is an Anatolian Shepherd, one of the biggest, strongest dog breeds known. Most powerfully, she had cartoon physics, something unheard of by any ordinary cat or twoleg. 

Dorothie pulled out a can of spinach. She squeezed it so hard the lid structurally failed and the spinach was sent flying out. Dorothie caught it with her mouth and swallowed it. Giving Phoenix an upper cut, this sent him flying, all the way to Carrionplace.

The werewolf could smell the toon from a mile away despite how sneaky she was being. A iron blade is drawn and leveled at Dorothie, Talyns lips pulled into a snarl.

“Did you really think you could sneak up on me? I have to admit your methods are more unconventional than I’m used to, but I’m not that easy of a target.” The bounty hunter says slowly, watching Dorothie carefully as she begins to circle the toon with sword in hand.

“Now we can to this two different ways… you can tell me who hired you, and everything you know, and I’ll let you off no problem.” Talyn tilts her head and a more menacing smile crosses her face.

“You can keep you little secret from me and I’ll get my answers anyways and turn you over to the proper authorities when all’s said and done” the bounty hunter stops circling and steps closer, the smile on her face not reaching her eyes. 

“What’s it gonna be? I can go either way, to be honest. Oh, and don’t try any of that funny cartoon business with me.” Her eyes flicker slightly to a almost yellowish color, “I’ve got my own tricks as well… and I have a feeling you’ll not enjoy my tricks.”

Canonically speaking, Talyn has worked as an assassin when she was younger. She doesn’t really enjoy that life, but has taken offers before. It does not take a lot to convince her to not kill you though. If you can pay her and maybe give her lodging she’ll drop it all together.

The attack was sudden.

If it wasn’t for CROWs advanced technology, it might have been immediately destroyed.

It dodged the dagger and then quickly jumped on the wall to get a higher position.

There it hang, scanning the attacker.

Female. Human. Some scars in her face. Seemed like a good fighter.

The bit checked it’s list for her face.

She wasn’t on any of them which meant that it didn’t have business with her.

CROW began crawling along the wall like a Spider, before stopping above the woman.

It had decided to offer a peace agreement.

If the attacker would decline it would attack.

Now that the moment of surprise was gone, it’s chances of winning we’re certainly higher than before.

„I offer a peace agreement between us both. Agree and we both go our ways. Disagree and I will attack until your death.”, CROW said with it‘s emotionless, robotic voice.

It was a Thursday morning in Mississippi. Tauni had just delivered a 48 foot trailer full of string worms. Now, she had a new task: deliver a tanker trailer of gasoline to Arizona. 

Meanwhile, CROW saw a perfect opportunity for a quick and easy thrill kill. Knowing gasoline was super flammable and that it could potentially also kill others on the highway. But CROW knew comparatively little about incendiary devices, save for a simple, small cigarette in a matchbox. 

CROW went to Walmart. He didn’t have any American money, and he didn’t want to be traced. So he hacked into the Walmart’s power grid, and turned off all electricity to the store. While hacking power grids was on his mind, he might as well also hack the local police precinct’s power. Moving quickly, CROW picked up a matchbox and pack of cigarettes from behind the counter, and was ready for any cop trying to arrest him to be the first victim of his plan. However, his hack attack on the police station hampered the cops’ response.

CROW stuck one cigarette in the matchbox. He would sneak into the truck yard and plant the device. When he lit it, he would have just a few minutes to get away. CROW arrived at the truck yard, and noticed it had a 10 foot tall razor wire fence, like a prison, that had been put there sometime after 9/11. But since they were a robot, CROW would have no problem scaling it. CROW climbed over the huge and menacing fence. He did get a few scratches on his visor from the barbed wire. He started to walk up to the gasoline trailer being readied for his intended victim.

But then, he heard a very loud scream and some fast footsteps. There was an angry-ass trucker that seen him with the crude incendiary device. CROW quickly tried to flee, but the man managed to land a good punch on one of his sensors. CROW glitched and fizzled, and all the truckers, including Tauni, came out to watch the debacle.

"So, someone else wants me dead huh? Not exactly a first" He chuckled, running his fingers on the blade of his Dark Sword. "Looks like I'm avoiding the sunny roads for a while. Not that I like being away from shadows anyways." He looked out into the city, "Good luck, you'll need it. You might have a semi-truck, but I can shadow hop." With that he stepped into the dark shadows and disappeared, leaving the messenger alone in the alleyways. Who knows where he'll end up next?

"..." A look crossed her face, one that was incredibly unamused. She placed her wine glass down and brushed hair from her vision. "If one is so inclined to murder me, then why shall I prevent that? Quite obviously that will give me an equal opportunity to strike, will it not?" A sigh escaped her as she considered the outcome of a situation like this. She was certain she would be the victor, yet unease still settled within her. "Though if it is at night, I suppose he will have an advantage." she eyed her glass and spoke softly. "...Dokusuru."

The glass began to melt as the blood that was once inside it became poison. Her venomous strike was enough to reassure her that this was going to be an easy competition. Her emotionless expression refused to change as her eyes darted around the room, awaiting her next victim.

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Gray's expression switched to that one of shock ''You... I thought you...'' Gray didn't expect this from her. He felt lied to, betrayed by what he thought that could be someone that would never harm him (sure she's intimidating and cold, but he had the feeling there was goodness somewhere inside her), but mostly alert. His breathing started to shiver and his eyes started to shine in tear ''Why would you do this... Y-you looked like you could have been nice--'' Gray's reactive nature didn't allow him to maintain a secure composture, he was increasingly growing unsafe and his body language was instinctively positioning him towards the nearest exit. His expression was now one of betrayal and fear, unsafety, but still not leaving his place on an attempt to understand and fight his fear. '',,W-would you really have killed me?'' he let out a shivery inhalation in between the sentence, his tone now with a trembly tone ''Would... would you sT-till do so r-right n-now??'' he took 2 steps back while saying this, directing himself back to where he would find his car. He didn't need an answer from her to see her as a potent threat. He wanted to leave, and her calmed and expressionless demeanour only gave him more reasons to feel he was near to death while being near to her. He kept taking steps back now '' I'm sorry, *trembled inhalation* b-but I... 'm going to get going'' said with clear panic. He then started to make his way to the exit, without taking his sight off her to watch if she approached. Even if he was getting far from her he no longer felt safe anywhere, feeling like he was bringing her back with him anywhere. Eventually he drove off, as if he was escaping for his life.

It wasn't often that Solita carried her dagger with her, but suddenly she was beginning to realize why she should do so more often. Her face expressed no emotions, only that of a cold indifference, and she stared at Gray with her hand instinctively on her purse. She narrowed her eyes a little, staring Gray up and down, and that's when she couldn't help but to let out a rather amused giggle. How in the world did someone like Gray expect to kill her? She didn't think she needed to worry too much, even after such a sudden occurrence, but she decided to draw out her dagger anyways. Pulling it out of her purse in one smooth motion, she stared at the glinting silver blade before flickering her eyes back to Gray.

"You wish to attempt to kill a demon." She didn't have to ask him to confirm it, because that is exactly what had just happened. She twirled the dagger around in between her fingers, and slowly she began to casually walk around Gray. "I don't think you're very smart. Actually, I think you're extremely stupid. You should have known better than to try something so dangerous and amusing, silly man. You should have at least brought with you the proper materials. What kind of killer are you?" She stopped walking when she was behind Gray, and she slowly ran her finger down the blade. 

"I'm disappointed." Solita looked back to Gray, the amused look wiped right off of her face. There was a certain danger that was radiating off of her now, as if she could strike at any given point. She was certainly tempted to. He had just attempted to murder her, after all. But since he wouldn't have done much to her in the first place - at least not much that would kill her - she wasn't the most worried about it. She simply wanted to go away at this point. He was growing uninteresting now, dull, and she wanted to find someone new and safe to talk with. "I thought you were kind. You seemed like more of a cheerful type than a murder type. Oh well. I'll find someone else who won't try to kill me. I don't need someone as untrustworthy as you." She wasn't going to say anything, but she wasn't sure how many more others she wanted to talk to anymore. Who was trustworthy? She was never going to know, ever because she wasn't going to plan on talking to anyone. Well... not any time soon anyways. Her loneliness always seized hold of her mind after a while , after all. 

She said not another word before she quickly walked away. The disappointment and betrayal she was feeling on the inside was immeasurable, but she wasn't going to let anyone know about that. No one ever needed to know about what was going on inside of her head. 

"Okay, look, I get that you're trying to kill me and all, but I'm actually very busy right now." Tepril said, staring at Gohron tiredly. They had found out that the centaur was attempting to assassinate them, but it wouldn't be the first time. Something strange would always happen when someone tried to kill them, but Tepril would always think that they just couldn't die properly, or something like that. Gohron behaved arrogantly, but Tepril didn't care. 

"I don't care who you are, but I've got bigger problems to deal with!" Tepril said, waving their arms around to prove their point. They sighed before walking closer to the demon. "I really don't have time for this, so can you just not? I already have one homicidal demon warping across the universe to deal with, I really don't need another one." Tepril turned around to pick up their chakram before twirling it around their index finger with great speed. "We can fight some other time, just not now, 'kay?" 

"Good grief, just for this?" said Heldi. "Ah come on! Just a cute bird to assassinate me for this?" continued Heldi. No one would ever know how the hell did a penguin was hired to target her without a reason. "Well... isn't that a simple trick, just to kill me for money!" said Heldi. She prepared a combat knife and a pistol in pocket before the fight.

"Come on! Let's see what it takes to beat an Alaskan lady who works as an agent! No tricks would kill me for a bit!" said Heldi and prepared for an ass-kicking fight.

Seriously, why would she fight from the animal?

There were many things -- at least in Maribelle's paranoia-addled mind -- that validated her for being the victim of such violence. Even as young as she was, she was no stranger to peril, to death, to cruelty. No matter how she tried to reassure herself that it was all over, she found herself in a funk, and then in a panic. The difference between then and now was that now her thoughts were justified.

So, there they were. Hermit and hermit.

The cabin was warm, the fire in the hearth lit. She rose from her seat when the unlocked door opened, and when it was revealed what was apparently going to happen, the young woman felt that anxiety flare up. This was a dream, just another nightmare, and in a second, she would wake up fine in the same chair she previously sat in. Instinctively, nevertheless, she grasped the dagger she always kept strapped to her. She eyed Baufore, wary of each movement, of the lash of his tail, the glint of his claws and horns.

"..Just go." she said after a while, "I'm dead already, the world won't care to know of your mercy... Is-- Is this from Fuchs? From Laojin, somehow? I don't want to go back." Alas, she was so unaware that Laojin fallen apart not long after her disappearance. The soldiers probably all thought she was dead, too, anyhow. A pit in her stomach formed just thinking about them, though. She couldn't go back. What would happen if she went back?

"You-- You can take all of my money." Not that she had much to offer. "Or take my books. I don't have anything else to give. Please just don't kill me, or take me back. I can't go back."

Maribelle stopped, second-guessing. "My books are expensive." she then added reluctantly, anxiously, "I need them for school. I know I'm not a proper student, but sir, I need school." As far as she was concerned, taking them would be close enough to murder. She would have to save up to repurchase them. Alas, she flip-flopped, feeling sick to her stomach. "You can... You can just leave with my money, or with my books if you'd prefer. I--"

Then, there was rage. It cut her off, a fire rising in her chest, her hands shaking. Then, she threw the dagger at -- or in the direction of, rather -- the Rian.

"I've tried so fucking hard to get here!" she shouted, "All of you are the same! Why can't all of you just leave me alone? I can't give you anything anymore!"