He reads a DM sent to him through twitter, "Aw fuck." he exclaims. "I wanted to get killed by a roomba not by a person..." He sighs and waits for the assassin, knowing that his prefered death will never happen.
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.
Was this an assassination or Death coming for him?! At this point, what was the difference?!
Barely dodging a swing of the scythe, Ethan fell on his rear and frantically scoot backwards, holding a hand up as though it would be enough to shield him from Eleven.
"C-Can't we just talk this out?!" he begged. His back hit a shelf. He looked at it then back at Eleven to see the scythe swing down, barely dodging again and scrambling to behind the furniture. "L-Look, I don't know why anyone would want to assassinate me! I-I'm a good guy, I pay my bills! A-Are you sure you don't have the wrong person??" The shelf was sliced in half. But... But there was no one there...? Ethan leaned over to look around, but froze as he felt a sinister chill against the back of his neck. Trembling, he slowly turned around to see Eleven climb out of the shadows behind him, scythe at the ready.
"Guess I won't have to go to work," Ethan said as optimistically as he could through chattering teeth.
(I hope I wrote this well!)
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Sebastian was having a quiet walk home after a late night out. Suddenly there was a gunshot and he jumped, to see the bullet hit the ground next to him. He turned around and another bullet shot, this time right over his head. He looked ahead to see a somewhat darkened figure behind him, holding a gun. Upon closer inspection, they appeared to be a young adult, who honestly looked like one of the most least threatening people Sebastian had seen. Sebastian walked over and another gunshot went out, right to the side of him. He stopped in front of them and looked down at him. "Hey kid, you're a pretty terrible aim." He said before the gun fell apart in the assassin's hands.
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Angel sighed when he recieved a DM imforming him that someone is trying to assasinate him. "Well fuck." Angel sighed yet again "I thought I'd get to die by drowning in a pile of cats or puppies... or atleast get killed my a roomba with a knife taped to it!" Angel then goes to sleep, accepting his inevitable death since his preferred way to die will never come.
"Don't make me laugh," Krampus taunted. "You may be a demon, but you are not even half a century old. My powers will simply put you to your place and it's best to tell whoever sent you that it won't be worth it. Besides, your dependency on technology makes me sick. Get out of my sight!"
"O-oh," Bingo murmured, clearly unnerved. "You're going to kill me? You won't because I will k-kill you first!" He isn't too confident in himself; he's was once hired to kill someone who should be stupidly easy to kill, but never was able to. ...how is he able to kill Krampus before he himself would get assassinated?... He takes out his whip, ready to fight back.
"Kill me? My how frightening." It was clear by his tone and grin that Nikolai was being sarcastic. "I'm not sure if you're capable of such a thing, quite honestly, dearie. Perhaps not by strength, and certainly not by knowledge. After all, darling, you might not even know a single thing about me! You certainly didn't with that man above you. You know, the one who can't be seen by those under 18~?"
Norian feigned a gasp of surprise. "Someone's been hired to kill me! Whatever will I do?" She scoffed dropping the fake shock. "That's nothing new. But this might be fun... I've got a few millennia on you but, hey, maybe I'll finally get a decent fight? What do you say?"
OOC: This is the first time I've written anything in character! Sorry if it sucks....
This was new. Another day, another assassin had come after Sedma. This in itself was hardly surprising, but what was however, was the identity of the would-be assassin. Norian herself didn't seem particularly intimidating, but one couldn't mistake that aura for anything; she was a demon, and an old one at that. Sedma cursed under his breath, this was going to make things very complicated. Were demons immune to poisons? It looked like it was time to find out. Retrieving his trademarked poison needles, the assassin cautiously strode closer to Norian, never allowing his expression of disdain to falter. He wouldn't show he was afraid, his pride wouldn't allow it.
Even then, he couldn't conceal the momentary shock as her two rings seemed to melt and shift, shape changing into two identical knifes. Norian's gaze locked with Sedma's then, her cocky smile apparent. She was sure she had the advantage and even the assassin thought she may be right. Whoever had hired her clearly had done his research; while the assassin wasn't aware of this fact, Norian's immunity to poison would put him at a significant disadvantage. Out of either desperation or cockiness on his own end, Sedma made the first move, lunging at the demon. There was no running from this, not this time, even if it led to his end.
At least if he died here, he would go out on his own terms.
(Hope this alright)
"Wow wow, wait, " Roswell said with lifted hands as he awkwardly sidestepped a launched needle. "Yer here too kill little ol' me?" Roswell gasped. "Me!? someone tuk de time ter 'ire an assassin, a real assassin, me compliments to yer, yer look really assassiny, to get disposed of me?" Roswell sidestepped another poisoned needle. "Yer sure a professional killer is 'ere to take me life? Am I dat important? Well... me death, is me death dat important, that someone clearly paid sum gut 'are coins for it?" Roswell couldn't help but grin. "I feel flattered, I really do, but I uh.. Don't see this as a offend but, I don't really want to die, just yet.. Yer know, " Roswell said as both hands searched his belt. "Really its not yer, it's me, " he continued as his hands finally found where he was looking for.
"Me compliments for de outfit, very pointy, " Roswell said as he dropped one of his smoke bombs on the ground, and desperately tried to make his escape.
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Ooc: YOU DID NOT
Tomoko received a very strange and short message which caught her attention:
" Name: Roswell Dortio Butcher
Age: 52
Blood Type: N-A
Current mission: Get rid of Tomoko Takahashi as quick as possible. Big reward.
Tomoko, if you're reading this and I'm sure you will, there's no way out. You're screwed."
"... If he thinks he can outsmart me he's very wrong. I killed people way more stronger than me. HE'S MAKING A BIG MISTAKE UWAAAAAAAAAAAA- Should I give him the Rena treatment ?"