Thread: Charon (Barbaric Rim)

Name Nickname Jibril Jack Attire Light forest green, off the shoulder crochet top with a black cincher, dark red cargo shorts with black suspenders, black fishnet stockings, and black knee high boots with multiple buckles. Weapon double-barrel old world shotgun, old world katana, and two hunting knives. Location Charon At Laela's Ship Tagging Zaphkiel LaelaTrystan Time October 1, 3075 Early evening. Name Nickname Zaphkiel Zack Attire Dark red duster jacket with grey tank-top, black cargo pants, silver suspenders, black shitkickers, and black goggles. Weapon Two old world katanas, two pistols with silencers, and two five inch bone handled daggers. Location Charon Near Laela's Ship Tagging JibrilAnyoneDanika Time October 1, 3075 Early evening. Pffft. You're really something. Jibril said with a laugh, trying not to fall over from it. They had them in their sights? Please, that was so typical of men who thought they had the upper hand. It was then that she noticed the girl with the jewelry. Jewelry. The word ricocheted around her mind before she remembered why the word meant so much. That pit of disgust that was large enough to swallow a planet grew as she watched the girl shake and sputter as if unused to such things. And of course she was, she was a little Illuminati brat. Really? Just who were these ingrates that had set foot on her planet? Telling her to take her weapons off and threatening her twin? He probably knew where the other crew members were but sent him a telepathic message if he didn't already know. He did. Smiling with no mirth whatsoever, Jibril adjusted her sleeves before casually stretching. She wasn't crazy. Not exactly. You act like you'll actually be able to shoot me. Even if you did, it wouldn't matter. Mercenaries know how to fight much better than pirates...or whatever you're claiming to be to get this girl's trust. I feel sorry for you, almost. Pity isn't really my strong suit. And since you seem like wanders of the Black Ocean...ever hear of amplified humans? No? Well, that's because there aren't many of us. Jibril grinned, a cold look in her eyes, hearing what the others could not- that her brother had taken out his second silencer pistol and aimed it at the one aiming his rifle. Who would be the quicker shot? She wondered what that answer might be. Either you pay me so that we'll let you live or...die. Nevertheless, we'll be taking something with us unless you need some sort of bodyguard for your little princess here, Snickering a bit, Jibril put her hands on her hips, wondering just who might get out of this without a bullet wound. It didn't matter to her. The pain made her feel alive and enraged. It fed her lust for blood and war. ----- Unfortunately for you, you aren't special, Zaphkiel said, shrugging his shoulders lightly. He had heard some noise off to his right but chose to ignore it since he had to worry about Jibril getting shot- again- and the man who was pointing a rifle at him. The whole thing made him sigh and have to remember that Jibril was who she was. And she got him into a lot of unnecessary trouble. He took out his other silencer pistol and aimed it at the man with the rifle. Who was the better shot? They would find out if someone fired. Difference was that Zaphkiel wasn't aiming at the man's head but his trigger hand. Keeping his eyes on the woman in front of him with the interestingly placed gun, he let out a small sigh. If you go for your gun, you'll have a wounded shoulder. I really don't care about your intentions here but you're just too suspicious to leave alone. It speaks volumes of someone sneaking around like a mistress or a thief. And if pirates aren't your thing...well, I don't think mercenaries are your forte either, smiling lightly, Zaphkiel shrugged his shoulders again. It wasn't every day that he had to explain what he was. It was almost a no-brainer to think with all the weapons and such that he wasn't some barbarian trying to survive. He was a mercenary barbarian trying to survive. There was a difference. Tipping his head towards the direction of the others, he spoke politely. Why don't we walk over to them? Ladies first, I insist, still smiling, he waited for her to do as he asked.