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The injury he had already sustained wasn't helping him, it wasn't aiding him or fueling him with rage as it normally would, it was going to make him sloppy. It already was and he could feel it. His thoughts raced ever so quickly as his primary objective was to completely eliminate her and utilize as little at he could of his arm and run off. Regroup. Attack with a plan that would account for all variables and not go half assed. Fucking Felix. These little things wouldn't have bothered him if they happened before they left for the recon and recover job. Before he was overcome with exhaustion and possible-- no definite-- dehydration from the unpredictable heatwave. It’s been too long since the last sniping mission that required such extensive field work like this, too long for his own good. The sharp sear of pain where the blade sliced his knee jarred him, had him pull back entirely from her and take the split second to realize that in this condition, he wasn’t going to win. There wasn’t enough time to assess the wound and how deep it went before he came to the quick decision to tackle her to the ground. His injured knee spasmed with pain and caused his leap towards her to be cut halfway short. Even if he couldn’t take her down by the center of gravity, he’d try to break her legs as they’re going down.  He wouldn’t get too far, but maybe he’d get as far as he would need.

mercy mission // open

— A tilt of her head to show her curiosity to his words…They weren’t his friends? Well, perhaps comrades or teammates were a better term to be used here. Not everyone was so friendly with each other, a hazard of their occupation maybe, one that Alessandra found mirrored on her side of the field. No matter, friend or not….They were either captured or dead, with the latter being more probably than the other. “A reputation?” she repeated, incredulity in her tone, “That’s what you’re concerned about at this very moment?” she asked. Some people had very odd priorities but who was to judge that? Definitely not her, people think differently, that was pretty much all to it. Right now, her focus was to neutralize the threat and bring him in for questioning….If she could even do that. Alessandra didn’t want to get cocky; he was injured, yes…but that didn’t mean he was down for the count, not when he’s raring to attack again or that’s what she deciphered from his stance and words. He was definitely skilled, especially since he talked of his reputation…One she didn’t know of, heck…She didn’t even know his name but for someone to hold their own reputation so highly, it must be because of his skill, right? Keeping her guard up, she watched his movements, maybe she could use the shoulder injury to her advantage… Moving her free arm up to block the attack from above, she was at a bit of disadvantage with her lack of height. Her blade came up to make a slice at any unarmored areas, the joints…Maybe she could incapacitate his legs, the area just above his knee wasn’t covered and if the blade was well placed, she wouldn’t cause too much permanent damage…

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Adonis Bosso

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Adonis Bosso for Fear of God Fourth Collection

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Adonis Bosso photographed by Lane Stewart

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// the next few days I’m going to be at a con, so ill probably try to hit up with a few replies but mainly ill be on skype to plot or rp on there! 

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A stab wound wasn't enough to make him go down. It was, however, enough to hinder his performance in a way where he had to modify the expected trajectory of his attacks. One of his arms had difficulty moving, the only purpose it had left to serve as were to block. 

He cocked his head back at her question, “They’re not my friends.” His reply was calm and level headed. They were not his friends, they were his subordinates that knew that getting caught meant not getting paid, the mission was secondary to them, something that Locus initially despised but adjusted to as long as they were capable. They knew hey would do anything in his power to get the job done, hence why they weren’t his friends. If they haven’t yet escaped, he wouldn’t have thought twice about feeding them to the wolves. His map showed no indication of them on his radar, it was flickering on an off the lowering power supply of his suit gave him little knowledge on their whereabouts. “I have a reputation to uphold.” Objective: Disarm or incapacitate. Killing wasn’t on the agenda, however it would be a side benefit he would indulge in if he had a few moments to spare. Proposal: Take advantage of his height on her. Block attacks incoming from below.

He went in on the attack, going in high for a low probability on the hit but a chance of massive damage. Keeping his injured arm down to deflect any knife from making it’s way under his chest piece from below, it happened once before and he wasn’t going to let it happen again. He was certain she was a more skilled fighter than his last opponent, and had it been anybody else, that would’ve wedged the knife between his ribs, he wouldn’t have made it out of that fight alive.

mercy mission // open

— “Tsk…” she clicked her tongue, missed…She missed what she was going for but nonetheless, landed a blow but she lost a blade. Great. What now?  She was facing off to an injured person with two blades…Alessandra never liked fighting someone who was already injured, that’d be just an unfair fight; naive thinking, yes, but she didn’t like the idea of hurting someone even further and fighting someone who’s already (probably) down for the count. However, it would seem her opponent still got another bout left in them. Why did they have to be so difficult? They were injured and her team was already alerted of their presence and perhaps those of their team. Naturally, at this point, surrendering was a good idea but some people just don’t know when to give up. Alessandra had to commend them for their fighting spirit (she guessed), go down fighting instead of on their knees. Drawing a second knife, people said it was overkill to carry two blades (or several…in her case), she liked being prepared for situations like this. Also, blades are easily lose in combat so she’d much rather have an excess rather than just depending on one. Gripping the knife backwards so the edge itself lined with her forearm, she took up a defensive stance as her eyes searched the other’s figure once more for openings. “Your friends are probably being apprehended right now, why do you continue to struggle?” she asked, trying to reason with her opponent. Well, in her team’s case…She was probably a bit of a weak link, instead of executing the person when she had the chance, she alerted them of her presence with question and further proceeded to let them live. Her teammates would have just killed anyone that refused to comply (especially when they were a threat to their mission).

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He looks down at the weights she'd dropped for the smallest moment before looking back up at her, she'd gotten a head start, but that was the same as every other day. He would wake up after a few hours of sleep and as far as Locus knew, Pariah didn’t sleep at all. How she functioned was a mystery, one he wasn’t entirely intent on unraveling. “Pushing yourself towards tearing ligaments seems to be a hobby that you possess.” He wasn’t as astute with people as he was in battle, not realizing that for somebody who had lost an arm, his comment may have been a jab too sharp.  “Strength set B.” Today was leg day-- actually every day was leg day but specifically today was super leg day. Weighted squats with hundreds of pounds and everything as delightful as that.  Objective: Use all the weights in the gym. Reasoning: Why the fuck not?  Objection: He was to be deployed on a recon mission the day after tomorrow, his thighs will not be thanking him.  >> OBJECTION OVERRULED. 

"Let me warm up and I'll join you."

sunrise

Pariah just enjoyed the silence and the privacy - no one was awake, therefore no one could bother her or pester her. She took a lot of pride in scheduling out the right time and the right spot to work out. Grunting, her shoulders tense along with her strong, corded muscles of her back. At lease she could keep herself busy when she couldn’t find sleep, and this was just another one of those times. This wasn’t an unwelcome feeling, though.  Yes, Kappa buzzes slightly in the back of her head - his polite voice reminding her of the approach of someone else. Knowing the time of night it was, she doesn’t look. She doesn’t care - she knows it’s him and she’s grinning by the time he enters the gym.  “I’m just pushing myself.” Pariah returns, snickering softly. A large huff of air is shoved out of her mouth, setting the weights down in front of her. Her hand flicks for her towel, rubbing across her forehead before it’s slung behind her neck. “I was wondering when you were going to show up. What’s on the routine for tonight, ah - ?”

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KINK RATING TIME!!

Send me a kink and I’ll rate it! 

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know |

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He paused, looking at the progress (or lack thereof) that he's made for the past hour or so, a break was far more than welcome as he tended to overexert himself until all work came to a standstill. Locus emitted a small, slightly defeated sigh, “I’d say that you’re paying.”

Even though Locus finally answered, the orange mercenary continued to poke and poke at him. “I’m bored. There isn’t anything to do and the reports are boring as hell. I say, you should ditch these reports for a little while and we get out of this hell hole for a drink. Whaddya say?”

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And the only solution was to stand and fight.     And my body was bruised and I was set alight.

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"I don't remember implying that I would." There would've been a hint of smugness to his voice if he didn’t have any sort of restraint, but he was such a person who preferred to keep things private, between only those who were involved. The temperature readings on his HUD read that it was actually a wonderful day, nominal as it was when fully decked in armor, it did help raise his spirits a bit more. “You can ask me as many times as you’d like, I’ll will make it up to you in a more appropriate location.”

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Basic Angst Starters

because sometimes what’s left to the imagination is much more terrifying.

“Are you feeling alright? You don’t look it.” “I just heard something… Something bad…” “Why didn’t you tell me about this?!” “What’s all this blood?!” “Will you tell me what the fuck is going on?” “Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!” “You should probably sit down for this.” “Please tell me you forgive me!” “I can’t live without you!” “Oh god, It was a mistake coming here… I’m sure of it.” “What the hell happened to you?!” “Where have you been?! I’ve been waiting for hours!” “You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore!” “I knew not to trust you!” “What’s that in your bag…? Is that–? Tell me it’s not!” “Is this what a dislocated shoulder feels like?!” “How could you do this to me?!” “Wake up! Wake up!!! You’re having a nightmare!” “I feel weird… what was in that drink…?” “I don’t want to leave you, but you’re not really giving me another option.” “Please… you’re scaring me…” “Ssh, I heard something again. How aren’t you hearing it? It was loud… and getting closer.” “Are you okay in there? You’ve been so quiet.” “I came as soon as I could! Did he/she get to you already?” “I don’t know whether I want to do this. I don’t know whether I CAN do this.” “Do you remember anything?” “You have to tell me who did this to you!” “No, no, I’m not alright. I’m definitely not alright.” “What’s your fucking problem?!” “Are you crying?” “You’re freaking me out! Please calm down!” “I’m leaving. And I’m not intending to come back.” “You… are dying?” “Did you drink the whole bottle while tripping? Seriously?” “Do you have a deathwish or something? Jesus!” “Ever been held at gunpoint? Want to know what it feels like?” “Stop screaming! Shh, calm down! You have to keep quiet!” “When’s the last time you slept?”.

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He rarely smiled, with or without the helmet on but he didn't really feel the need to supress the slight one that turned up at the edges of his mouth. "You could still ask and I'd deliver off duty." His finger tapped on the barrel of his rifle and he hummed softly, "I thought that was how a kiss was initiated, Pariah."

"If you wanted a kiss, you realize you could just ask for one."

The freelancer stiffens - so, so lucky that her helmet is on to conceal a blush that doesn’t often get to show to the public eye. She takes a moment to steel herself, regaining her composure just so her voice doesn’t waver at all when she responds.

“I didn’t - think that’d be appropriate. We’re on duty.” She replies, cocking her head to the side slightly. “Plus I… don’t - think you can just ask someone for a kiss, Locus.”

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Every Marine is indoctrinated with a simple saying that clearly states the Corps’ priority in achieving its aim in war: “Mission accomplishment, and then troop welfare.” One thing about the Marine Corps is it doesn’t bullshit troops about their place in the scheme of things.

Generation Kill (via peaceloveforties)

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There wasn't much of a reason for why he preferred to use the gym in the pre-dawn hours, the silence and the privacy it provided him also provided a sense of security. There was no need for others to pester him in the midst of a work out and he no longer required a spotter at the benches, there was something about the near empty state where the heavy bags hung in wait of the next beating, it was almost a somber sight, but one that oddly delighted him. A small retreat in a busy life surrounded by people who... he couldn’t care less about. At least here, there was just one person who’s input he did value. Locus dropped his duffel on a bench and heard the clanks of weights being brought down from a deadlift, a small huff of breath and then a readjustment of the weights. “If you add anymore, Pariah,” He starts in his calm voice, “there’ll be nothing in the gym for me to lift.” No, this was not a joke, this was his literal assessment of the situation. All that was left were the weights attached to the barbells. Objective: Come to the gym earlier tomorrow. Reasoning: Get his time in before she shows up.  Objection to reasoning: He just actually wants to see her more, he could always use the weights afterwards. Objection to objection: Shut up.

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Felix had drank proooobably a whole pot full of coffee in one siting. And man! Wasn’t he ready to do something! What better way is there to spend this hyperness than pester the ever living hell out of Locus? It was a glorious idea.

And so, why Locus was working something, like he cared to find out, he could be watching porn for all he cared, but he just constantly started to poke his shoulder, constantly saying over and over, “Hey. Hey, hey Locus. Locus,Locus. Hey, hey.”

It was normal to let Felix annoy him for a little while longer before dignifying his prodding with an answer, but the poking wasn't something he liked in particular. It wasn't long before he got annoyed and slowly turned his head to look at his partner, his voice monotonous and cold as usual. "What is it?" He needed to finish the report he had been mulling over for the past hour, the blinking cursor typing a few words every few minutes before going back and erasing them, unsatisfied with the way it looked or read. "What is it that you want?"