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Post by Robert on Jun 6, 2010 15:39:07 GMT -5
“Alright, let me put it simply.”
Well, now she was speaking his language. Robert gave the lady his attention while she outlined the plan. Her daughter was there, she wanted the girl back. Simple, understandable, and not classified as kidnapping. (Murder, maybe, but not kidnapping.)
And in return, an easy meal. Robert nodded eagerly. Whether they were as tough as she said or not wasn’t the main difficulty; instead, the problem lay in numbers. Without putting much effort into it, the Hunter could already smell four, maybe five people in the group. No matter how great he was, he couldn’t knock down five people at once.
Robert grinned and held out a hand to accept the deal, resisting the childish impulse to spit in his palm first. (He got the feeling that Smoker-Lady wouldn’t appreciate the gesture.)
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Post by Mother on Jun 16, 2010 22:36:08 GMT -5
As the Hunter extended a hand to accept her deal, she couldn't help but allow a small smile (Or as close as she could with her tounge hanging out and all) as she took the gesture, shaking briefly before turning and heading down her path, motioning for the Hunter to follow.
Follow me, Hunter. I already have an idea in mind. She strolled into a room she had marked to visit earlier, seeing as it contained a few useful things that she had gathered from other victims.
Including her most recent kill, who was now hanging from the ceiling like some sort of trophy. But that was not her main concern right now. No, it was the pile of human weapons across the walls and tables; her own armoury. Granted, she no longer remembered how to use any of it, but the Hunter seemed fresh enough to know how any of this was used.
Which of these human weapons would force them out of the room? She asked, looking down at the Hunter. I no longer remember enough of these to know which would be more useful. If none would be suitable, that is no loss. She had other plans if this one didn't work.
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