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Striker is currently performing maintenance on his weaponry, got to keep it nice and ready, always.

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Looks like the ropes comes out again.

Censored sounds inside the little house on the prairie.

Just, you know.. Kidnap yourself a wife.

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Just, you know.. Kidnap yourself a wife.

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"Dumb news, least those fuckers in Pride are the only victims, haha.. Idiots."

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"Not much back talkin' now huh? Well fer yer own sake, ah hope dear old pops pays up for you then." Striker spins his gun back and lands it down into his holster. Moving over and getting onto his hell horse with Mia now secured onto the back. "Don't worry, ah'll take good care o' ya till then." Words done, heels kicking to get the horse to go on again. Further away from the town.

Mia tensed at the revolver tapping her cheek. She'd seen weapons like that, crude combinations of human designed weaponry mixed with angelic blessings. Capable of taking out royalty.

There wasn't much she could say, her dad had gotten himself into this mess and dragged her into it with him. The ropes were too tight, too secure on his hellhorse this time. She wasn't going anywhere.

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An alternate likes those..?

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"Oh is that right missy? Ya know, bounty huntin' for cash and such is an honest profession. Now huntin' a goetia, that's something ah haven't done in a long while. If yer old man isn't gon' pay up." Striker said pulling his revolver out and patting it on the side of Mia's cheek.

"Let's just say, ah ain't above shooting royalty. And these here bullets, they can be hurtin'." The markings on it wasn't normal, blessed, angelic steel engravings, much like the rope he has around her. Either her dad pays up, or he might get into a bad situation

Mia's legs kicked and her beak snapped at him, trying to bite. The bounty hunter was quicker though, and she couldn't get at him. Finding the was stuck, she glared at him as he secured her.

"I meant what I said! If it was my father, then he has no intentions of paying you." She said, eyes narrowing, "meaning you'll have no reward."

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Striker kneels down and holds onto the tied up part of the rope on her back and grabbing her hair with his hand.

"Now be a good girl, and ah'll not kick yer around as much. We don't need no disobedience here, 'right?" Striker says as he pulls her up from the ground and heaves her over the back of Bombproof, tying her on so she can't wiggle off from the saddle with the ropes keeping her in place no matter how much she struggles.

It was enough force alright, she gave a squeak as she toppled over and landed on her front. Mia tried to get her legs under her, even if it meant potential harm she didn't want to make this easy for them!

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These... People, are starting to weird him out too much.

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"Good riddance."

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Darn Goetia. "Seems ya want the hard way missy." Striker replied with a hard yank, pulling Mia towards him with enough force to be falling ahead rather than just the tugs to make her come closer like before. Getting the dove to, dive down, onto the ground if she wasn't being too careful. All of their struggles are nothing to him. They know not of struggle.

Stubborn asshole. Mia knew her father well. If he was the one who sent them, then he put a stupidly high number that he couldn't actually give. Possibly waiting for them to hand her over, then stiff them.

Her talons continued to scrape across the ground, being brought in closer with every strong tug of the blasted rope. "Fuck you." Was her reply.

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"Shoutout to the gals ah might have made mothers."

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-The beauty in her face by the pine box boys- this song reminds me of Striker's character

I... Slightly see it? But not quite.

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Striker wasn't this easily fooled, there was a bounty and he intended to bring it in. Pulling the taut rope in and sitting on the saddle was quite a steadfast position compared to the sitting duck of a dove. "Don't gimme that, else there wouldn't be any bounty on the board with yer face on it. Won't make much sense, now would it, girl?"

With that, said, he keeps pulling her in closer and closer. "So how about it? Gonna come with easy, or am ah gonna have ta rough you up a lil bit?"

Mia felt the pull of the rope, keeping her from fleeing. Striker was of Wrath, majority of people from there were strong. The bird, although doing her best to keep herself far away from him, could feel her claws scraping against concrete.

Damn this blessed rope, she could feel her heart hammering in her chest. Onlookers looked unsure what to do.

"My old man? He couldn't give a toss about me! All he cares about is his image and pushing me into a regime I no longer want part in! If he's the one who sent you, then he does not pay his debts! Let me go!"

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It was all happening quite fast, pulled in, arms tugged in by the rope to her body and gotten onto the demonic horse. Not quite as friendly by the feel of this whole thing. With her 'falling' off the side, Striker pulled the reins and made a grinding halt with her getting off.

"Hold on there missy." He called out pulling the rope still leading over to around her body and yanked her back. Him having the rope leading to her was still quite the hurdle to overcome if she wanted to get away. And a pull back stopping her mid run wasn't going to make it any easier on the dove. "Now ah ain't gonna hurt ya unless yer gonna give me a reason. Wouldn't imagine yer old man wanting anythin' happenin' to his lil girl."

A squawk of surprise left her as she was tugged sharply. There wasn't any ground beneath her feet and her gut felt... pain? Oh that was new. She'd knicked herself with a sewing needle, or maybe stubbed her foot before, but this was different.

It took a minute for her to catch her breath, feeling her arms bound. Oh... shit. Was this an abduction?

Her parents didn't teach her what to do in instances like this, not that they really taught her anything. But her old handmaid had.

Be loud, don't make it easy, and there is no such thing as ladylike in dangerous situations.

With a shriek, she squirmed in her bonds, her legs were still loose! With a bit of writing she caught them on the side of the horse and SHOVED. It sent her toppling right off the back and onto her side. OW! Something... snapped. Right... problem for after this. Her magic wasn't responding, the rope must of been made of something to stop it-

Well her legs still worked. Rolling onto her side, whimpering at the pain in her arm as she did, she smushed her face into the concrete and pushed herself onto her legs. Now on her feet, she's running!

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Woooosh

There it goes, the sound of galloping hooves and the sudden embrace of rope that faintly glows now that it caught its prey, then a yank followed, causing her to be pulled to the drive by horse, possibly knocking the wind out of her as she gets pulled to the back of the horse, laying there right behind the saddle with all of it going so fast.

A bus would save her the walk to Witcholme, and its such nice weather out! Public transport was so interesting, she's going to examine the timetable with a hum.

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What are you hunting Striker?

"It's a rare species of nonya."

"Nonya fuckin' business!" Striker then makes like a bandit and leaves.