dragontemptress:

What a perfect thing to wake up to, not. Already a metallic smell had reached her noise, something she did not find to be very pleasant. It wasn’t new to her but it was something Presa would attempt to avoid at all costs.

It looked like avoiding it was impossible now. Perfect, today was just perfect. Lifting her fingers up to her neck, she felt something cold and hard around it. Just like a few other people she saw, she had one nicely fitted around her neck which was impossible to get off without killing yourself. What made her most curious about this was who and why they would create something like this.

How amusing though. She didn’t expect this to happen. Taking one’s life wasn’t anything new to her; actually, Presa found it to be normal and it never did affect her. Sure, the first few days she killed somebody she felt sick to her stomach, feeling guilty and horrible but now? It was like taking a walk in the park.

But to think she would have to kill somebody in order to live here, it made her hesitate a little. No, she had to survive and if it meant killing somebody she would quite happily go and do that. The law of the world was survival of the fittest anyway.

Might as well find somebody weak and most likely prefer to die then kill somebody and kill them then. When the summoner finally came across somebody, it was someone she had least expected to run into and hoped that she wouldn’t.

“Six…”

The man’s name left her lips as she stared at him. It looked like he had a collar as well, no surprise there but what was a surprise was that he was just sitting there. Wasn’t he going to join some of the others and go on a bloodbath?

[He had nearly drifted off to sleep, when he heard the sound of footsteps, and a familiar voice. Six opened one eye to gaze at the woman, the corner of one lip curling upwards in a smirk.]

“Oh, look who the cat dragged in.”

[Even now, he couldn’t resist those damn puns, could he? He would’ve rolled his eyes, but refrained. Even the littlest things… well, right now, he needed them, no matter how immature or irrelevant they were.]

“Well, howdy do to you, Presa. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

[Six stretched his legs, groaning softly before letting out a chuckle. It was dry and sarcastic, all that the Courier could manage at the moment. His eyes were drawn to the collar around Presa’s neck, and the man chuckled again, this time with a little more humor in his tone.]

“Heh. Seems like you’ve got one as well. Ain’t that a kick in the head?”

[The man laughed, then retrieved a hip flask, letting the alcohol sear its way down his throat.]

“You know, this reminds me of something back home. The Sierra Madre. Was a… very old place, full of treasures. I got something like this—”

[He indicated the collar around his neck, tapping it with one finger. With the other, he instinctively reached for a small knife he’d taken from the chest, hidden out of the way in some side pocket, cupping it in his hand discreetly. It was purely instinctive, something he’d done time and time again, and he did it with the utmost skill.]

“Slapped on me, but it was… well, I didn’t have to kill some poor fucker to get it off. Coincidentally, I did have to kill quite a few… not so much people as debased mutant assholes for my freedom… but whatever. That’s irrelevant.”

[He was rambling now, topping it off with an exaggerated shrug. He trailed off, eyeing her calmly, but one hand held the knife in a reverse grip, and he was ready to react… but to what?]

[The humor left his face, and a cold glint entered his eyes. He took another sip from his flask, before returning it to its place beneath the folds of his greatcoat. The man stood up, still concealing the knife, then posed a question to the woman.]

“So, what’s it going to be, eh? Let’s not pretend, darling, I’m too damn tired for that shit now. Who’s gonna walk away from this?”

(Source: thesixthcourier)

gotta jet but i’m aching to get this show on the road!!

[As he walked under the leafy green path, through some half-forgotten forest trail, Six thought of death and of killing. Both were no strangers to him—indeed, they were old friends to the mercenary. But now, they wore new, terrifying masks.]

[The man had seen so many strange things in his life. He’d seen saints and he’d seen sinners, he’d seen death and life and everything in between, so not a lot really surprised him, not any more. But this… He’d been in similar situations time and time again—God knows he’d lost count some time ago—but back then… he had always been able to get out alive, with a smirk on his face and more money to blow away on booze and hookers.]

[Now, things were different. He had reviewed the contents of the chest—weapons, all of which Six was confident he could use. And he’d read the note. But the thing was… could he do it? Of course, if someone tried to kill him, Six wouldn’t bat an eyelash to defend himself. But would he just strike someone down, to keep himself alive? If he’d been asked, before going to Arcadios, he would’ve said yes in a heartbeat. Now… he wasn’t sure.]

[He stopped in his tracks, fingering the thick collar around his neck and feeling the heft of the chest in one arm.]

[The Courier sighed, and sat himself beneath a tree, staring up at the sky. It was so blue, so calm… it was so goddamn beautiful. He didn’t want to die, not yet, probably not ever. He ignored the sight of the chest beside him, and the steady countdown in the back of his head. For a moment, maybe he could just forget about it all. Just for a moment.]

[Kill or be killed. Goddamn it.]

[For a supposed paradise, this place was really goddamn shitty, wasn’t it?]

peacock-dance:

“A fellow gambler? How lovely. So, why don’t you roll the dice hun? Unless you are scared to play..”

A mischevious skirt cross Mai’s face as she laughed. Her right finger played with a strand of her hair.

“I am not a regular woman when it comes to drinking. I don’t do cocktails or mixed drinks. I do alcohol, vodka and whiskey in any of it’s forms straight. But perhaps if it was enough for three people…It may be enough..Just don’t be mad when I drink half of it.”

“I’m not scared. I’ve been taught that it’s been rude to not let the ladies go first~.”

[Six leaned in, a mischievous grin on his face.]

“I’m not going to lie, though. The thought is rather tempting.”

[He listened to her speak, a thoughtful look on the mercenary’s face.]

“A fellow connoisseur? We’re carrots and peas, you and me. Couldn’t stand those fancy-shmancy drinks myself. Lord knows why I haven’t called on you sooner!”

(Source: thesixthcourier)

“Honestly, though… this is an old hand. If they think they can rattle me, they’re fuckin’ wrong. I’m a fuckin’ mercenary. I can get this collar off, easy.”

[He’s lying.]

dragontemptress:

“…I can kill both then.”

“It’s nice to see that altruism and virtue are still well and alive in the world.”

[[kissyface, bats eyelashes, i’ll thread with you maybe??]]

[[wynaut?? i’m making an open now!!]]

peacock-dance:

Well then the real question is…my place or yours..?

And how much whiskey do have?

Firstly, I say that we let the dice land where they will! What happens… will happen. I’m quite fine, either way—a man must be ready to take whatever life serves him. And I’m pretty sure I’ve got enough whiskey for three people, so that should be the least of our concerns, dollface.

(Source: thesixthcourier)

If you want someone to play with, I’m game.

Oh, playtime, is it~?

I’d be insane to pass up such an offer, babycakes.

Baby I missed you.

Same here, Mal.