Justice Ain't Gonna Dispense Itself

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Lowering his revolver, the cowboy turned to his former blackwatch companion and smirked.  “Do ya break your wrists every time your blade strikes someone?  No, cause it’s just an extension of your arm, right?  That’s how this revolver is to me.  Pulling the trigger’s damn well as natural as breathing.”  

Genji chuckled at that. “My blade does not have the kickback of a full grown horse, I am not an anime character,” he teased but nodded his understanding, hopping down to come up by McCree and look over the weapon. Perhaps it was because he was shorter than the man himself that made Peacekeeper look so huge. 

“You ain’t…  now what in the sam hell are ya talking about, Genji.  There not enough Cpu in that head of yours??”  Mccree teased, as he spun his revolver around and holstered it.  “Been riding since before I ever showed up at Blackwatch!  And you bet my star-spangled ass i give a good ol’ yee-haw before outrunnin the cops.”

“And you never gave me a ride?” Genji gasped, pressing his hands over his heart, “I am deeply wounded, Jesse McCree! Never once had me on the back of your bike? I feel as though I missed out on a large part of our friendship!” He laughed a little, humming. 

“Only if it had chopping Kong-fu action and grip.”  Mccree laughed, shaking his head.

“I’d be insulted if it didn’t have that and I’d have to talk to my marketing department.”

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She took his hand, standing up and stretching. She yawned softly. “I’m going to explore. Could you give me an unoffical tour?” She asked.

“Sure, i’ll happily give ya a tour.”  Taking a puff of his cigar, he stops when he hears her question.  Furrowing his brow, a bit confused, he looks at his cigar then back at her.

She took a moment, noticing how she phraised the question. “Oh no, I’m asking if it’s okay for me to have a smoke. I dunno. Some people don’t like it cause of my age, although I am the legal age.” She re-said her thought.

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Oh she was cocky.  Thought she could take on the whole world and wasn’t afraid to flaunt her abilities.  It was almost like looking into a mirror, except instead of looking at a younger, 17 year old Mexican-American wannabe cowboy plucked form a biker gang, it was a 19 year old Korean gal who had been playing video games most the flight.  Shaking his head, he chuckles and says under his breath.  “So that must’ve been how the boss felt all them years ago....”

“How on earth could I possibly miss your thieving, lying, never up to any good manner of being?”  Jesse teased, without answering in either the affirmative or the negative.  Putting a cigar in his mouth, he bit off the end and spit it out into an empty glass near him.  As for her question…  “And my doing’s remain my own to worry about, so I wouldn’t worry yourself none.”

That’s the thing about thieves.  They never an afford things, so they tend to take it gratis.   Especially when something practically begged to be stolen.  Pursing his lips for a moment as he caught her flirtatious glance, he nods and took the last swig of the glass of whiskey.  

A wide smile pulled at her lips as she walked even closer. “Three things darling… One, I never said I was going to kill you. According to Article VII Sections 4, 7, and 12 of the Seventh Ring treaty. No demon of neutral standing can harm a hunter unless in self defense. If harmed the demon may only use moderate powers to fight. The hunter can only arrest a demon if the creature requests court. This is abolished if the demon is trespassing on holy ground, hunter domain, or is of true evil standing.

Rules.  Heh, demons always did love their rules, same as their contracts.  Angels were pretty damn similar too, only they’d feel righteous and holy as they impaled ya while Demons at least understood their lot.  Only thing about being a demon hunter, though, was rules never meant much to him anyway.  It was kill, or be killed, because one never really knew which demon bothered with the rules, which one didn’t, and which one just enjoyed playing a whole lot of lip service to them as they readied themselves to devour you.