bigbadfreelancer

[bigbadfreelancer]

venomblasting

“I…”

“You’ve done it. I don’t possibly know what to say to that. I really have no witty response.”

❛  YOU DON’T EVEN have six eyes!  ❜

[bigbadfreelancer]

 // @evilbword

❛  NO. NO, HELL no. If Erving assigned us to the same gig, I QUIT!  ❜

[bigbadfreelancer]

thestxlk

@bigbadfreelancer

“Now, now, that’s not nice to say. Haven’t you missed me?”

Her voice is a soft silken drawl across the room, silence greeting her every step as she draws close to him.

“What would you mother think?”

❛  HOPEFULLY NOTHING. BECAUSE she’s DEAD.  ❜

                             A frown carves across his lips and into his cheek. It digs deeper and deeper until even his jaw cracks at the pressure, spilling forth a sigh to rival thunder.

❛  What do you WANT, Stalk?  ❜

[bigbadfreelancer]

// @venomblasting

“  SPIDER-WOMAN IS a stupid name. You’re obviously NOT from Demimonde.  ”

[bigbadfreelancer]

"Hello, lover."

                              THE FACE SAYS more than words care to – not that The Will has ever held tight reins of his mouth; any looser a jaw wouldmake friendly with the floor.

“  Idiot. We’re not lovers.  ”

[bigbadfreelancer]

"Whatever."

He lifts his hand and waves at her as he would wave away an insect; the universal symbol for go away.

"I'm sorry. I didn't     mean to make you     uncomfortable.”

[bigbadfreelancer]

"Fair assumption."

"I’m not very good at making friends, anyway."

[bigbadfreelancer]

"Skip the harassment part    and go straight to the certain    death one."

     His mug meets his lips and he downs      his remaining drink in one long-lived      gulp. One benefit to being on a shitty      planet is the hard, strong alcohol. After      all, the inhabitants here need something      to pull them through the day. The Will      looks up and slaps a handful of weather-      beaten coins on the counter.

"‘Nother round."

   ”I’ve ‘bout twelve hours to kill ‘fore I fuck off to the other side’a the galaxy or wh’ever. If I choose to spend ‘em harassing your lazy ass ‘fore I jump int’certain death or summat then ‘s just tough shit for you.”

Coming across prissy on paper, but her tone hints conviction and a certain level of resignation to possibly having found the most interesting conversational partner on this shitty planet.

   ”So — yeah.”

[bigbadfreelancer]

"Half now, half later. Copy that, lady." 

   He lights a fresh cigarette and tucks it    between his lips. Its flayed edges burn    and pepper his mouth with its bitter taste,    and an exhaled puff drifts loosely in the air.

"So where you trying to get?"

She rolls her eyes, huffing loudly. Pointing at the coin, she motions to all of it. They were all different colors. And you know what? Kate wanted to keep a little so she could get by just in case the place she wanted to go to had this currency. Not that she’d need it for long. She was going to work out there to gain what she needed for cash after all. 

"You get half now and half later. Is that clear? Because if not I’ll just find the next person around here to help me out!” 

[bigbadfreelancer]

"Because your type is always causing stirs."

     Not to mention that the barren canyonland      on which they walk is home only to cities      underground, and the groveless, sooty      surface marred only by the errant crater      offers no views to enjoy. 

"No, you might not. You even know what    a Freelancer is? I'm paid to be discreet. I    don't rat out my clients or whatever dumb    shits they want lanced. Bad for business."

       ’Whomever said I was here                                             to cause a stir?                 Why, Good Sir, perhaps I am simply here                                                                    to enjoy the view?’

    [ A grin was already crawling across the       Elf’s discordant features that served       to highlight the insincerity in The Kings        claim of harmlessness, With a sudden       movement he closed the distance betwixt       he and his companion in a single,       sweeping step. ]

                       ’A fee for what, might I ask?

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     He stands and drops the coins      back into the case. They clink one      by one in a metal splash, and he      looks at her.

“'Most'? I don't think you heard me, kid.    This is old. Two, maybe three star systems    old. I'm going to have to drag this shit who    knows how far just to find some collector    nerd who might be interested in buying it.    I get all of it. All of it or no deal."

The ship is something older, but it was a sturdy piece of machinery that got her this far so she wasn’t going to complain. Heck, it was great on gas. So far all she’d done was fill it twice since being out here. 

Staring at her new companion she finds herself frowning. For some reason she was going to call bullshit but she needed help. She needed the help bad - especially since she wanted to get out to Knowhere. 

"Well… I mean, I have enough. I think. Uh." She pauses, thinking it over. “Just get me to this one place and I’ll give you most of whatever this is.”

[bigbadfreelancer]

"What do the stupid cat ears protect you from?"

"The open circuit in the fight against crime yeah." "The dumb costume protects me,"

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He follows slowly behind, taking a good look at every cranny of the ship. The old technology and lack of modern staples do little to aid his  current impression of her planet. 

He stops when she opens the suitcase. A lesser man with weaker will would have gasped or  shouted, or at the very least gone wide-eyed. It's a lot of money. But The Will simply pops his cigarette back between his teeth to prevent showing any signs of interest. 

----a little white lie never hurt anybody.  Especially when Lying Cat isn't around.

"Hmm." He grabs a handful of coins to take a closer look. “This is old shit." It's not. “Not  even sure it's standardized anymore." It is.  “Good paperweight, maybe. But” --and he feigns a smokey sigh-- “if it's all you got...  maybe we can work somethin' out."

       ”My friend is the smartest man         on my planet! So shut up! “

She walks inside, grumbling angrily to herself. The first person who looks remotely human and hadn’t asked her for sex on this terrible planet was an absolute jackass! Not that she was being any better herself thinking she could actually get help out here. 

Heading into a compartment in the back, she grabs a large silver suit case (how cliche). Bringing it back out she tosses it down onto the ground opens up the shining case. Inside lays a multitude of alien cash. None of it she can read or realize that has value. 

        “Now either tell me what this is or          so help me!! “ 

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He blows the puff of smoke from his lips and watches it curl forward. The smoke, like wispy waves rolling to meet the shore, crests and folds over.

"Sure as hell can't trust how well-traveled    someone is by smellin' 'em. Look, lady,    I'm trying to get drunk in peace. Bug off."

   ”Y’never seen a travelin’ tree?”

Stranger things have happened. She cocks her head with residual zeal, away from the insidious smoke.

   ”— whydja think y’can tell how much s’mone’s travelled by lookin’ at ‘em?”

[bigbadfreelancer]

"But that’s the nice thing about collateral damage. By definition it’s completely incidental to the mission at hand. As long as the right people win, who cares if some random nobody gets hurt in the process? Acceptable losses, etc."

[bigbadfreelancer]

"Friend's an idiot."

     He folds his arms tight over his chest      as each minute speaking with this girl      feels more and more like a waste. His      lips purse to one side, hiding his vexation      as well as a clear sky hides a moon.

"The hell should I help you? I told you,    I don't work for free. And so far the only    insurance you've given me's that you    might or might not have valuables on-    board a garbage ship that doesn't even   belong to you."

      “Listen, I’m borrowing a friends ship but        he never explained what was on it. Just        that I can basically use it to go for a short        trip.” 

Could she ever shut up? Apparently not. Such a bad habit when it comes to her. When they arrive at the ship, she takes out a small, red and gold ‘chip’. Pressing it on, it jumps to life while covering her hand. Pressing it into the panel next to where a possible door could be the ship then slinks open. 

       ”But yeah, you should tell me if this         is actually worth cash out here. Would         totally help me in the long run.”