BlisteredBlood
The Crucified Angel
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
- Location
- Rhode Island
"That's true. And it seems as though they choose to spring it on you just when you're bringing the bounty head in. God, how I hate it. It aggravates me beyond all comparison." Dante answered with a shake of his head and a sigh. "Either they just tell me what I need to know or else they can go take their money and go shove it up their asses while I go on to the next person who'll provide me both money and information about the particular target. Mirage is good for it, but some of their offerings are a little low-brow for my liking." He added as he caught the offered shot glass in his left hand.
"Jaded?" Dante asked as he lifted it up for a moment and peered into it, seeing his own reflection in the small amount of liquid then narrowed his eyes at it. "If you only knew. You'd probably feel the same way that I do when some of your closest friends that have stayed by your sides always suddenly turns on you for no apparent reason other than saying the one thing you'd never want anyone to say, that it's 'just business' and 'hopefully there's no hard feelings'." He added as his tone took on a hint of bitterness for a moment.
"You're also right about that. Even if you did run from me," Dante added as he then kept his drink in his left then brought his right hand up to his heavy bangs that covered his right eye, showing her the other iris and its odd coloration of green to her, like that of a bewitching bright hue of a poison sumac leaf. "My right eye has a way of catching you from about 500 yards off. All I have to do is draw a bead on you from that range and put a bullet in your brain." He spoke as he then lowered his bangs back down over his eye.
At Kelly's proposition, Dante listened closely before he drank down his shot, smacking his lips afterward then set the glass down before wrapping his arms around his chest then tapped a finger against his upper arm thoughtfully while thinking over her offer. After a little bit of thinking, Dante then looked over to Kelly before he gave his reply.
"Fair enough. But I'll accept under one condition." Dante said, holding up a finger at her. "If you choose to go back on your word or use your influence in any way, I'll see to it that you're begging me to kill you myself. As for those friends of yours that owe you a favor, I'll see to it that they are found. Once I do, I will see to it that they suffer from an 'unfortunate accident'. I say this to you now because you shouldn't underestimate me." He explained.
"How does that sound to you?"
"Jaded?" Dante asked as he lifted it up for a moment and peered into it, seeing his own reflection in the small amount of liquid then narrowed his eyes at it. "If you only knew. You'd probably feel the same way that I do when some of your closest friends that have stayed by your sides always suddenly turns on you for no apparent reason other than saying the one thing you'd never want anyone to say, that it's 'just business' and 'hopefully there's no hard feelings'." He added as his tone took on a hint of bitterness for a moment.
"You're also right about that. Even if you did run from me," Dante added as he then kept his drink in his left then brought his right hand up to his heavy bangs that covered his right eye, showing her the other iris and its odd coloration of green to her, like that of a bewitching bright hue of a poison sumac leaf. "My right eye has a way of catching you from about 500 yards off. All I have to do is draw a bead on you from that range and put a bullet in your brain." He spoke as he then lowered his bangs back down over his eye.
At Kelly's proposition, Dante listened closely before he drank down his shot, smacking his lips afterward then set the glass down before wrapping his arms around his chest then tapped a finger against his upper arm thoughtfully while thinking over her offer. After a little bit of thinking, Dante then looked over to Kelly before he gave his reply.
"Fair enough. But I'll accept under one condition." Dante said, holding up a finger at her. "If you choose to go back on your word or use your influence in any way, I'll see to it that you're begging me to kill you myself. As for those friends of yours that owe you a favor, I'll see to it that they are found. Once I do, I will see to it that they suffer from an 'unfortunate accident'. I say this to you now because you shouldn't underestimate me." He explained.
"How does that sound to you?"