☠ 021 ; forward-dated to noon
[Molotov is disappointed in the reaction to her last escapade. But fine, whatever, apparently everyone was a vampire, so what can a mercenary do? The answer is do it again, but bigger, louder, and better
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[ FOR WHATEVER REASON, Vicious is out and about this lovely Sunday afternoon, dealing with setting up his completely innocent and legitimate dealings in town, and at some point he runs the mental checklist down to 'Oh right, psychotic sparring partner has an office out here,' and decides to check it out.
... And then things start blowing up in the distance as he's about to hit the buzzer.
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... Aiight, fine. Nothing else happens and even if it is the apocalypse, he's already dead. Le shrug. Doorbuzzer. ]
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[ A bikini is definitely not her uniform, so he does raise his eyebrows, but there's nothing further than that. After weeks of attempting to kill each other for kicks, she's surely noticed his unfailing habit of Being A Gentleman. (You know, because that's so charming on a dude this proficient in killing people.) ]
Molotov. [ A greeting, and he pauses as noise in the distance picks up in response to the explosions moments ago. He glances over his shoulder, but seems largely unconcerned. It's not actually a decent litmus test on the impact of the destruction, however, as Vicious tends to look largely unconcerned about most everything. ] Forgive the interruption; I was in the neighborhood.
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No apology necessary. Can I get you a drink?
[Molotov is beaming though, as the noise gets louder outside, and pours two scotches.]
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[ Indeed she didn't, hence the apology, but he does step inside and ... quirk one eyebrow at her reaction. ]
Of course. Event today?
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Entertainment.
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[ He raises the glass to her, a little salute in thanks, maybe a toast. ]
That's your handiwork, out there? [ ... Of course he sounds amused. ]
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[ There are surely times when Vicious would be annoyed at random violence - too many dead civilians is bad for business, but then... well, he likes Molotov, and he likes the utter lack of giving a fuck about bodies piling up. So he smiles, and it's slight and not terribly pleasant, but companionable all the same. ]
Cheers. [ He takes a drink. ] Was there a special occasion or did the scenery merely offend you?
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Boredom and disenchantment. A general penchant for destruction. Oh, and, of course, disappointment in the fact that my last round was ignored in favor of vampires.
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It was somewhat distracting. [ Which is no insult to her terrorism, just... well, the streets were filled with blood. Not that Vicious seems to have been much caught up in any of that. ]
Does this mean your schedule's free?
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Of course. My work is done.
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And I seem to be distracting you from watching the results. [ He nods - want to go back upstairs? Clearly she wasn't getting a tan sitting inside.
He reflects, though, on the idea of hiring her to kill a few people; maybe not yet. Maybe he'd like to see her handiwork some more first. (... Okay, maybe that's just for fun.) ]
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[ He raises his hands; white flag. Faintly amused, though. ]
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