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taskofalltrades:

“Granted. I’ll admit my standards might have slipped over the past couple o’ years…But this newer generation o’ goons just don’t got the spunk that yers did. I’m puttin’ band-aids on stubbornness, incompetence, bad decisions, an’ straight up stupid….These kids ain’t like what I use to get. Not even by my normal dumb goon standards…So go ahead, do yer thing. You whip one o’ two o’ them into shape an’ I just might admit that you were right.”  

“They gonna be worth somethin’, even if it’s as target practice an’ anatomy lessons. I’ll take that bet. I want it in lights.”

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thelostapprentice:

Unwrapping the candy, she popped it into her mouth, listening to him trying to reason with her. With a sigh, she smiled. “You know, I never took you for much of a holiday guy. Alright, hand it over.” 

“It’s a fun season,” he protestested.He tossed her the paperhat and candy. “Weather’s great, but the nights’re longer, an’ ain’t no one gonna look twice at some guy inna mask walkin’ down th’street, long’s ya don’t shoot no kids. And o’course, free candy.” 

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thelostapprentice:

      “Actually, I’m a tired mom that is just here for the candy. Do you know how rare it is to have a night off during this month? Everyone and their mother wants to try to summon a demon. Now, hand me that delicious peanut butter cup.”

He handed it over. “Aw, c’mon, get in th’spirit! I’ll ‘elp y’out this month, ‘ow ‘bout? At least put on th’candy necklace an’ paper ‘at.”

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taskofalltrades:

“Yea’? You think it’s that easy nowadays with all these damn momma’s boys runnin’ around? Alright, wise guy….Ten grand says you can’t whip these pukes into shape.”

“Ain’t ‘bout th’money. It’s th’principle o’ th’ thing. Ain’t no one gettin’ outta ‘ere alive substandard. Not with my name on it!”

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catspxw:

    Click.  She was good.  Her count had been dead on that he was out of bullets, and she rolled her eyes, fussing.  “It’s bad luck to cross a black cat, Numbskull.”

“...Ya know that kickin’ thing was literal, right?” Coincidence. And knives didn’t run out of bullets. He flung the empty gun at her, planning to meet her whatever direction she dodged in.

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“Once Back when ya ‘ad standards. An’ stricter graduatin’ criteria.”

@olazurus

“Have you ever seen a sorrier excuse for an entire class o’ recruits?” 

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catspxw:

    “You want to cross a black cat, your funeral.”

“...” Like he’d never heard that one before. “I’ll kick any cat what gets in my way!” He pulled the trigger.

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He brought the gun in question up. “Ya wanna bet yer life on that?”

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    “Oh please.  Your gun’s not even loaded.”  She’s not even going to bat an eye at him.  She has her traps.

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Guess who's here to try to steal a few things from his last job.

“Yer gonna wanna put that right back where ya got it, missy.”

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“Who’s ya s’posed t’be, anyways? ‘Ermione Granger on a rebel phase?”

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      “Okay, okay… It is fun. You aren’t wrong.” She chuckled, adjusting her glasses on her face. 

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“Oh, c’mon, like y’ain’t ‘avin’ a blast, Casey-girl!”

"Ferget bein' too old t'trick-or-treat; I'm doin' this ferever!" (olazurus)

      “I think the sugar is getting to your head.”

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He could back up, sure, but he might as well scream ‘BITE ME I’M SOFT AND DELICIOUS’. He was just out of--he remembered the size of him and reevalutated--just in reach, but it wouldn’t matter if he was on the other side of the place, given how fast the man was. Cheap doors, sharp claws, speedy and strong, not even taking into account just his sheer weight of him alone. Yeah, no, it didn’t really matter where he was, if Creed wanted a piece of him. He was only hanging a target on himself if he so much as flinched. So he stood his ground, not even lifting his gun any higher than it was already, scanning the expanse of short grass that stretched out from this side of the house all the way to the road about half a mile off--this was the way he’d come in. Unless it turned out his mark was a snake in more than name, he wasn’t out there. But it gave him a reason to keep the gun in his hand ready. No need to be stupid, right?

Yeah right. Sooner sell th’secret family recipe..He shrugged in reply. “Same ol’ deal. Someone don’t like ‘is attitude an’ wants ‘im dead. At least two someones. Dunno ‘bout yer guy, but mine ain’t particular on the ‘ow, so ‘e shows up dead this week an’ I get paid, regardless.” He had more information than that, of course, but it wasn’t exactly directly relevant. At least, unless he got away or didn’t show. But unless Creed’s employer was just some spurned flame, he didn’t doubt he had the same information.

Victor downed the rest of the beer without pause, crushing the can and tossing it aside as he approached Rumlow. He stopped two feet from the man, just far enough that if he needed to, he could bat him across the room with a single swipe. 

“Alright Rumlow, enough with tha foreplay. Ain’t no way in hell I need ta tell you what I’m up ta, but if yer here then that just tells me that yer comin’ to tha same conclusion as myself.” Creed announced, his hands resting on either side of his hips, staring down the shorter man with an unwavering gaze. “So tell me what you know, and I might be so inclined ta share what I know in return.” Which was a lie, and both men probably knew it. Creed’s business was always his own, a means to an end benefitting only himself, and Rumlow didn’t fit the spectrum of those who would aid in gain for the side of Victor Creed.

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“Ya wouldn’t start this part without me, now would ya?”

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“Well, now yer talkin’ my language. Fine. ‘Ow long ya need?”

❛ why is this so important ? ❜ (olazurus)

“Cause I said it was. I’m not paying you to as questions here, Cross-dress. Four million. Deal with Cable. And I pay for drinks.”

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