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WHAT DO YOU MEAN AGAIN???

What do you think, dumbass? He’s my ex.

I will put you six feet under DON’T fucking try me.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN AGAIN???

What do you think, dumbass? He’s my ex.

HOW ABOUT NO???

TOO FUCKING BAD. *Oh hey, there goes your door again she kicked it down 💔*

*She picks up his door and chucks it at him* DON’T CARE, DIDN’T ASK!

*He easily ducks under door and quickly whips around to cut Drifter's legs.*

*She slams her bag down into his back, backing away and beginning to rummage through her bag* Where is it I KNOW I still have it….

*He attempts role out from under the bag while she's distracted looking.*

*As he does, she pulls out what she was looking for. A revolver 😭* Knew it. *she rolls the chamber before snapping it into place, her gaze landing on Mercenary* Can you deflect bullets, perchance?

Let’s see how good you do in the dark! *She grins before shooting the light out, then firing the remaining 5 bullets at Mercenary*

*And with calculated precision, he dodges 2 of the bullets and cuts the remaining 3 with practiced ease. And before Drifter could react, he lunges straight at her. *

*She blinks in shock, her bag immediately biting Mercenary’s dominant arm hard enough to draw blood*

*Drifter bites his other hand just as hard as the bag did. Did I mention these are also crits due to the glasses? Aka they hurt like hell. Drifter’s also grabbed the blade of Mercenary’s sword to try and throw it away*

*Both Drifter and the bag start pulling on his arms in opposite directions, their teeth clamping down harder*

*Too bad Drifter is very squishy. It does practically nothing, except make her bite harder*

*The bag squeaks. That’s it. They’re pulling harder now*

ARGH- *She stops biting, slamming her fist into Mercenary’s skull HARD, probably hard enough to bounce his head*

*She punches him again just as hard, if not harder. She put most of her body weight into this one*

*This time he blocks it, ducks, and runs out the door as fast he possibly can. He's not trying to die, alright. *

COWARD! *She’s chasing after him, keeping pace surprisingly well considering her size*

*He can hear her footsteps abruptly stop.*

*He notices this but continues to run. You could say he's slightly afraid of stopping in fear of what could happen to him. *

*Stopping, continuing to run, it all would’ve led to the same outcome. Drifter’s bag collides with his torso at high speeds; some scrap metal flew out towards him as well*

*THE BAG IS RUNNING AFTER HIMMMMMMMM*

*It's FAST, especially for a bag of all things*

MERCI LE DIEU! NON, JE NE SUIS PAS BIEN. JE SUIS HEUREUX VOTRE ICI-

*It squeaks again, this time t-throwing molotovs at False Son???? I guess it can use equipment??*

*fire isn’t super effective against stone. That being said, he instinctively covers the halcyon seed in his chest with his free hand while swinging at the bag with his club*

*The bag keeps squeaking; it doesn’t appear to be taking damage. It starts ignoring False Son attacking it, now ramming into the door. It. Isn’t doing much*

*The bag squirms in his grip, clearly not pleased at being held. And speak of the devil, Drifter seems to be approaching. With a pickaxe. One of Miners, specifically*

…False Son that’s my fucking bag. How are you this stupid. *She sighs, her eye being half lidded as she stares at him*

FALSE SON STOP TALKING TO MY FUCKING BAG.

IT’S ALIVE, OBVIOUSLY. GOD, YOU’RE INFURIATING.

*She catches the bag, slinging it onto her back* I am NOT A SENTIENT BAG.

*They stick into her briefly before popping out, kinda like rubber* Good thing I have duplicates. You can keep those, especially the pauldron. *She dusts herself off as well as her bag, glaring at False Son* Anywho, I’m tired of this back and forth. You can keep your disaster of a swordsman for now, I’m going to kill someone more interesting. *She begins walking down the hall, her bag sticking its tongue out at False Son*

False Son, fuck off. *She flips him off and keeps walking*

*he keeps following*

*She huffs, stopping and turning to face him* Go. Away. *She reaches into her bag and grabs some more Infusions, tossing them at his feet* There. A gift. Now leave me alone.

HOW ABOUT NO???

TOO FUCKING BAD. *Oh hey, there goes your door again she kicked it down 💔*

*She picks up his door and chucks it at him* DON’T CARE, DIDN’T ASK!

*He easily ducks under door and quickly whips around to cut Drifter's legs.*

*She slams her bag down into his back, backing away and beginning to rummage through her bag* Where is it I KNOW I still have it….

*He attempts role out from under the bag while she's distracted looking.*

*As he does, she pulls out what she was looking for. A revolver 😭* Knew it. *she rolls the chamber before snapping it into place, her gaze landing on Mercenary* Can you deflect bullets, perchance?

Let’s see how good you do in the dark! *She grins before shooting the light out, then firing the remaining 5 bullets at Mercenary*

*And with calculated precision, he dodges 2 of the bullets and cuts the remaining 3 with practiced ease. And before Drifter could react, he lunges straight at her. *

*She blinks in shock, her bag immediately biting Mercenary’s dominant arm hard enough to draw blood*

*Drifter bites his other hand just as hard as the bag did. Did I mention these are also crits due to the glasses? Aka they hurt like hell. Drifter’s also grabbed the blade of Mercenary’s sword to try and throw it away*

*Both Drifter and the bag start pulling on his arms in opposite directions, their teeth clamping down harder*

*Too bad Drifter is very squishy. It does practically nothing, except make her bite harder*

*The bag squeaks. That’s it. They’re pulling harder now*

ARGH- *She stops biting, slamming her fist into Mercenary’s skull HARD, probably hard enough to bounce his head*

*She punches him again just as hard, if not harder. She put most of her body weight into this one*

*This time he blocks it, ducks, and runs out the door as fast he possibly can. He's not trying to die, alright. *

COWARD! *She’s chasing after him, keeping pace surprisingly well considering her size*

*He can hear her footsteps abruptly stop.*

*He notices this but continues to run. You could say he's slightly afraid of stopping in fear of what could happen to him. *

*Stopping, continuing to run, it all would’ve led to the same outcome. Drifter’s bag collides with his torso at high speeds; some scrap metal flew out towards him as well*

*THE BAG IS RUNNING AFTER HIMMMMMMMM*

*It's FAST, especially for a bag of all things*

MERCI LE DIEU! NON, JE NE SUIS PAS BIEN. JE SUIS HEUREUX VOTRE ICI-

*It squeaks again, this time t-throwing molotovs at False Son???? I guess it can use equipment??*

*fire isn’t super effective against stone. That being said, he instinctively covers the halcyon seed in his chest with his free hand while swinging at the bag with his club*

*The bag keeps squeaking; it doesn’t appear to be taking damage. It starts ignoring False Son attacking it, now ramming into the door. It. Isn’t doing much*

*The bag squirms in his grip, clearly not pleased at being held. And speak of the devil, Drifter seems to be approaching. With a pickaxe. One of Miners, specifically*

…False Son that’s my fucking bag. How are you this stupid. *She sighs, her eye being half lidded as she stares at him*

FALSE SON STOP TALKING TO MY FUCKING BAG.

IT’S ALIVE, OBVIOUSLY. GOD, YOU’RE INFURIATING.

*She catches the bag, slinging it onto her back* I am NOT A SENTIENT BAG.

*They stick into her briefly before popping out, kinda like rubber* Good thing I have duplicates. You can keep those, especially the pauldron. *She dusts herself off as well as her bag, glaring at False Son* Anywho, I’m tired of this back and forth. You can keep your disaster of a swordsman for now, I’m going to kill someone more interesting. *She begins walking down the hall, her bag sticking its tongue out at False Son*

False Son, fuck off. *She flips him off and keeps walking*

HOW ABOUT NO???

TOO FUCKING BAD. *Oh hey, there goes your door again she kicked it down 💔*

*She picks up his door and chucks it at him* DON’T CARE, DIDN’T ASK!

*He easily ducks under door and quickly whips around to cut Drifter's legs.*

*She slams her bag down into his back, backing away and beginning to rummage through her bag* Where is it I KNOW I still have it….

*He attempts role out from under the bag while she's distracted looking.*

*As he does, she pulls out what she was looking for. A revolver 😭* Knew it. *she rolls the chamber before snapping it into place, her gaze landing on Mercenary* Can you deflect bullets, perchance?

Let’s see how good you do in the dark! *She grins before shooting the light out, then firing the remaining 5 bullets at Mercenary*

*And with calculated precision, he dodges 2 of the bullets and cuts the remaining 3 with practiced ease. And before Drifter could react, he lunges straight at her. *

*She blinks in shock, her bag immediately biting Mercenary’s dominant arm hard enough to draw blood*

*Drifter bites his other hand just as hard as the bag did. Did I mention these are also crits due to the glasses? Aka they hurt like hell. Drifter’s also grabbed the blade of Mercenary’s sword to try and throw it away*

*Both Drifter and the bag start pulling on his arms in opposite directions, their teeth clamping down harder*

*Too bad Drifter is very squishy. It does practically nothing, except make her bite harder*

*The bag squeaks. That’s it. They’re pulling harder now*

ARGH- *She stops biting, slamming her fist into Mercenary’s skull HARD, probably hard enough to bounce his head*

*She punches him again just as hard, if not harder. She put most of her body weight into this one*

*This time he blocks it, ducks, and runs out the door as fast he possibly can. He's not trying to die, alright. *

COWARD! *She’s chasing after him, keeping pace surprisingly well considering her size*

*He can hear her footsteps abruptly stop.*

*He notices this but continues to run. You could say he's slightly afraid of stopping in fear of what could happen to him. *

*Stopping, continuing to run, it all would’ve led to the same outcome. Drifter’s bag collides with his torso at high speeds; some scrap metal flew out towards him as well*

*THE BAG IS RUNNING AFTER HIMMMMMMMM*

*It's FAST, especially for a bag of all things*

MERCI LE DIEU! NON, JE NE SUIS PAS BIEN. JE SUIS HEUREUX VOTRE ICI-

*It squeaks again, this time t-throwing molotovs at False Son???? I guess it can use equipment??*

*fire isn’t super effective against stone. That being said, he instinctively covers the halcyon seed in his chest with his free hand while swinging at the bag with his club*

*The bag keeps squeaking; it doesn’t appear to be taking damage. It starts ignoring False Son attacking it, now ramming into the door. It. Isn’t doing much*

*The bag squirms in his grip, clearly not pleased at being held. And speak of the devil, Drifter seems to be approaching. With a pickaxe. One of Miners, specifically*

…False Son that’s my fucking bag. How are you this stupid. *She sighs, her eye being half lidded as she stares at him*

FALSE SON STOP TALKING TO MY FUCKING BAG.

IT’S ALIVE, OBVIOUSLY. GOD, YOU’RE INFURIATING.

*She catches the bag, slinging it onto her back* I am NOT A SENTIENT BAG.

*They stick into her briefly before popping out, kinda like rubber* Good thing I have duplicates. You can keep those, especially the pauldron. *She dusts herself off as well as her bag, glaring at False Son* Anywho, I’m tired of this back and forth. You can keep your disaster of a swordsman for now, I’m going to kill someone more interesting. *She begins walking down the hall, her bag sticking its tongue out at False Son*

What are you? Incompetent? It's French. Google it or something. You do have a translator, right? Or are you too dumb to use that too.

Oh, trust me, I can speak English better than you, and I'm not even from the country.

Aren’t you being attacked right now?

Forget about that...

Wow you hate literally all my blogs

I hate you too.

bites you.