#thatonedragoon

“Well well well, and here I thought this was going to be an easy mark. I wasn’t expecting company this late in the game.” A charming smile accompanied by a raised gun, it was the usual welcome he gave the rare unexpected intruders that popped up when he thought he was well beyond chasing. And most every other intruder for that matter, it was practically a courtesy in his line of work. A moment’s examination had him perking up with a roguish grin. The gun didn’t drop an inch. “Oho! Well if it isn’t the dog of Niflheim herself! Has my bounty gotten that high? Or is this mere fate bringing me to such a lovely murderess?”

[text] With good reason too.[text] Are you implying that I might be wrong to say that?[text] I love you too, by the way. Since you ran off before I could respond.

(Oh lookie thar. I put on makeup for once and I still look the same lol)

Hitori was very new to this kingdom. But being that there were monsters everywhere, and these 'magitek' fiends flying around, he had to adapt. Ever since accords were made to help out the struggling lands, including this one, mages were sent all over to assist in whatever they can. For him, it was helping these people called 'hunters', as they try to rid of what they call Daemons. The earth mage studied the desert as he stood on a hill surrounded by strange glowing carvings. Apparently he was suppose to hunt for a Behemoth, but the only sighting was by a small boy who was lucky not to be seen. A sigh escaped from him. "I should at least bring company with me next time. I've only been here a few days, and this desert has me bored out of my mind."

[Txt] not an ounce of sunshine here. hes checked out and been replaced with soaking wet disaster.[Txt]

[TXT]Dunno. How much Gill we talking about? Prompto says hi by the way.  

“An’ if that’s a body I will kick yer butt from here to next Tuesday.” Cid crosses his arms and points to the garage, “I think she’s in there. Probably tryin’ to find shorter shorts to give me a dang heart attack.”

“Hm, I wonder.” Ignis’ expression may be carefully neutral as he endures her teasing touch, but there’s a wolfish gleam in his gaze. Oh Aranea you are playing with fire today. He taps his chin in a dramatic mockery of consideration, playing at the laughable thought that he might actually need to think about what he’d ask of her given such a blatant opportunity. “It’s a high crime to forget a man’s birthday in Lucis you know, but I might be convinced to consider a pardon. I seem to remember a lovely little collar that might do the trick.”