PsychicPyre's profile picture. A well worn leather holster. You were always quicker on the draw.

𝙋𝙃𝙊𝙀𝙉𝙄𝙓

@PsychicPyre

A well worn leather holster. You were always quicker on the draw.

Pinned

“The money is nice. But it’s the message that REALLY counts..” /click/ “Whoops, did I scare you?”


“Ah, well, it looks like you turned out okay. That scar is probably best case scenario, I’d say.” He died? Looks fine to him. Maybe their curse is similar.. “Took his soul? What are you, the grim reaper?”

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“It’s usually their arrogance mixed with them usually being some sort of business..tycoon..mobster— I don’t know what to call them, honestly.” He notices, not really having to imagine what could cause such a scar to form. He’s been to war. “How’d you get that?”

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“Why? You’re dead on. Besides I don’t need to be overly accurate if they never see me coming.” He snickers at the thought. “There’s no thrill. Just two outcomes. Freedom or glory.” He’s sees the guys game. He’s going to have to try harder than that.

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Shrug, resting his hands on his gun belt. “Seems like a you problem. I just get paid to make sure unsavory individuals don’t get up.”

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“My favorite word.”

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“You know there’s actual technique to shooting from the hip. From how you draw to the angle of your hand on the hammer.”


|| Everyday I’m forced to wake up and everyday I’m forced to be reminded that blizzard scrapped the PvE mode in overwatch 2. You know..the entire reason it’s called overwatch 2?


“No, you’re ok. Humans don’t usually come around these parts anyways, so I can see the hesitation.” Resting his hands on his gun belt. “To answer your question: Yes I am, mostly. Though some question it given what I do for a living.”

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“No, you’re dead on. Mostly for money and especially those that deserve it.”

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|| I think I need someone to have a duel. The clock strikes noon type beat.


He takes it and sniffs it first. Smells fine enough. Shrugging, he downed the coffee in one go. The ‘human’, handing the cup back to them, tilted his hat. “Thank you kindly.”

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Picking up a wanted poster for a certain green feathered criminal. “Ha! As if.”


“It’s all smoke and mirrors. They love doing it, especially against each other, so it’s very easy to slip in and out through the smoke. Sometimes literally.” He snickers to himself a bit. “Boooy I bet they HATE ever taking me into their ranks.”

"Wait, seriously?," queried Jet in a deadpan, his brow crooked to the side. "Gaia, I knew one hand never knew what the other was doing with that bureaucratic shitshow but this takes the cake. Setting the kingdom on fire on their own dime is a new one." "Impressive, though."



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