guns blazing.

 Brows furrowing, Axton found that there was little else in this universe that he hated more than the venom that always burned in the man's presence; mocking and delighted, that sharp laugh worked under his skin. "It's not like you're exactly rolling the red carpet out for me," he answered before emptying another clip into another Hyperion robot. If Jack wasn't hiding, he was at least sitting comfortably in his throne behind an army of obnoxious machinery and mindless goons. "Gotta say, I'm not feeling very wanted. You throw these warm welcoming parties with your lackeys out for everyone, or am I just special?" Fuck, he wanted to destroy that stupid game beeping on the other end.

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'Come in peace'. If he got a penny every time he heard that, hah, well... Well, he'd actually have just one penny, wouldn't he?  "Bounty, huh?" Axton repeated with mild interest, one that rose as his eyes scanned the ink that colored her skin.  "And I don't take it that it's because you're one of those all-powerful, badass Sirens, right?" The ones Handsome Jack was so hellbent on capturing?

Brows drawn together, the Commando cast their insane little Psycho a dubious look. Was that a threat? No big deal. "'Ey there, big guy, I saw this loot first so, therefore, it's mine." A finger pointed to Krieg before he clarified further, "and definitely not yours."

Amusing to Zer0? It was hard to determine whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. But seeing his delight, Axton settled more on the latter. Huffing a disbelieving laugh -- good-natured as it was -- he challenged, "nice try, but you couldn't prove a match even if my hands were tied behind my back." It was a lie, but his confidence was bristling, even as he agreed to the suggestion. "Zer0, would you like grab a drink with me?" Picky bastard. "Remember that you sorta owe me." Owe him? For what? Axton only smiled.

A laugh rumbled low in his chest as he turned to the woman at the bar, an amused tune coloring the response, "don't worry about that. I intend to." And with a not-so-Handsome Jack still alive and well, he could only imagine how enjoyable the "freedom" to "experience" dethroning him would feel like. "Hah--and the missus is all I need for now. You, on the other hand..." Nursing his glass of ale, he flashed a charming smile, one coupled with the flattering words of, "well, I still wouldn't be surprised if I had to start callin' you Mrs. Moxxi after I come back from my next job."

"Huh. Not much to tell." But the Commando's life was simply full of crazy tales, wasn't it? "I was a Dahl soldier before I came here. Left after ten years--accidentally killed a dignitary, and apparently that's not cool, even if the town being blown to bits was totally awesome." With that tone of voice, Axton must have been the only one who thought it was. Glory hound.  "Anyway, got 'dishonorably discharged' and came to Pandora because of my 'war crimes'. Crazy, right?" Not entirely, no, but it was wise not to expect any semblance of 'tame' from this man. "Everyone over-reacts."

He'd done many horrible things in his lifetime, but an unexpected conversation with Jack was karma too unjust. "Sorry, I don't speak douchebag," Axton's taunt came, voice deadpan and forward as they crackled to life before Pandora's greatest threat. "Virtual game Commando is nothing like the real thing. Gimme time. I'll find you- "and kick your ass "-and you won't have any trouble finding which me is me then. Good enough for you?"