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sirenspull_logs2012-07-08 01:51 am
got_it_memorized) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-07-08 01:51 am
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With a name like Deathstroke, he must be trustworthy right?
Who: Axel and Deathstroke
When: Sunday, 08July, evening
Where: Mugshots, Sector 4
Summary: Axel wants to see the petitioner about going after the Rogue Tomato. And by that I mean he wants in on the bounty hunter scene.
Warnings: Probably nothing? Just boys talking shop. Will update if necessary.
What kind of name was Deathstroke anyway? Axel had heard his share of unusual monikers around this place (the Joker, for example, always sort of made him scratch his head), but somehow Deathstroke seemed a very appropriate title for someone in charge of recruiting bounty hunters.
Not that Axel was really looking to become a hunter for the sake of hunting... not exactly. He figured the best place to look for a hunter, however, would be in the presence of other hunters. These Newcomer Hunters weren't going to be easy to track down, of that he was confident, but maybe if he could hide in plain sight something would present itself. It was worth a try--he couldn't just sit on his hands anymore. These Hunters had hurt Mary, Gohan, and Kurt, and Axel had a way of taking personal offense to crimes committed against those he considered his comrades. If these Hunters thought they could keep this up with no resistance, they had another thing coming, and if he had to sign up with some unsavory types to find a means to resist then so be it. It wasn't like he'd never been teamed up with unsavory types before, after all.
Deathstroke wasn't difficult to pick out of a crowd; the blue and orange mask sort of stood out. They might have been comparable in altitude but Deathstroke rather looked like he could have broken Axel in half like a toothpick with one hand. He looked like a bounty hunter, and Axel figured maybe that was why he was sort of the public liaison: if you couldn't approach him, maybe you weren't cut out for the job.
Of course, Axel had dealt with plenty of things far scarier than a man in a mask. Throwing his shoulders back he sidled up to the bar where Deathstroke leaned and gave him a sidelong look.
"Love the way you color coordinate," he said mildly, resting his elbow on the bar and giving the big man a grin. "I gotta ask, though: does the look lend itself to camouflage well?" He shook a finger at him. "Actually you strike me as the more straightforward beat-the-hell-out-of-you type rather than the sneak-ambush type--how far off am I?"
Well, it was a safe bet that attack style was a subject a bounty hunter could carry a conversation about, right?
When: Sunday, 08July, evening
Where: Mugshots, Sector 4
Summary: Axel wants to see the petitioner about going after the Rogue Tomato. And by that I mean he wants in on the bounty hunter scene.
Warnings: Probably nothing? Just boys talking shop. Will update if necessary.
What kind of name was Deathstroke anyway? Axel had heard his share of unusual monikers around this place (the Joker, for example, always sort of made him scratch his head), but somehow Deathstroke seemed a very appropriate title for someone in charge of recruiting bounty hunters.
Not that Axel was really looking to become a hunter for the sake of hunting... not exactly. He figured the best place to look for a hunter, however, would be in the presence of other hunters. These Newcomer Hunters weren't going to be easy to track down, of that he was confident, but maybe if he could hide in plain sight something would present itself. It was worth a try--he couldn't just sit on his hands anymore. These Hunters had hurt Mary, Gohan, and Kurt, and Axel had a way of taking personal offense to crimes committed against those he considered his comrades. If these Hunters thought they could keep this up with no resistance, they had another thing coming, and if he had to sign up with some unsavory types to find a means to resist then so be it. It wasn't like he'd never been teamed up with unsavory types before, after all.
Deathstroke wasn't difficult to pick out of a crowd; the blue and orange mask sort of stood out. They might have been comparable in altitude but Deathstroke rather looked like he could have broken Axel in half like a toothpick with one hand. He looked like a bounty hunter, and Axel figured maybe that was why he was sort of the public liaison: if you couldn't approach him, maybe you weren't cut out for the job.
Of course, Axel had dealt with plenty of things far scarier than a man in a mask. Throwing his shoulders back he sidled up to the bar where Deathstroke leaned and gave him a sidelong look.
"Love the way you color coordinate," he said mildly, resting his elbow on the bar and giving the big man a grin. "I gotta ask, though: does the look lend itself to camouflage well?" He shook a finger at him. "Actually you strike me as the more straightforward beat-the-hell-out-of-you type rather than the sneak-ambush type--how far off am I?"
Well, it was a safe bet that attack style was a subject a bounty hunter could carry a conversation about, right?