Perhaps This Is A Weird First Interaction, But. . Death Might Have Heard Something About A Death Wish?

Perhaps this is a weird first interaction, but. . Death might have heard something about a death wish?

Of course they had to use the train as a quicker and in a way, safer escape. Not much left from the small group of robbers, corpses resting in the dust, confused horses scattered. Karma wouldn't have targeted the gang if it was only robbery -she should leave some scraps to the other bounty hunters-; but murder also followed each heist easily and unnecessarily.

Now they were fleeing with only their lives, scrambling to get away from the emerald eyed marksman on a sleek ebony mare. Villám easily kept up with the train, pace steady enough for Karma to climb after the remainder.

“Gyere utánam, hamarosan végzek.” (Follow me, I will be done soon.) She departed with an encouraging smile, after all it has been a while since a long distance chase.

Harsh wind combed through sunlightened dark blonde hair, after a shot whizzed past her, the thrill reaching the level where it lapped at her spine like electric fire, filling her lungs with oxygen with each steady, accelerating beat of her heart. The fire returned, the body tumbling down from the wagon.

A small clang of a rifle on metal among the overwhelming fog of noise, an immediate whirl and a bullet between the train cars; she would rather not see what became of that body. Steel heeled boots a confident rhythm on the roof in search of the last one standing, as if she was walking on solid ground not on top of the moving engine. She has reached the edge.

Karma couldn't decide whenever it was courage or blind stupidity as the man emerged, still she waited both out of respect and to prolong the adrenaline roaring in her veins. The man eventually steadied himself, the desperation born from facing death wearing a crosshair scar made him reach for his revolver. The final shot rang before he could even reach the weapon.

Bright eyes fluttered close despite her not so safe position, one last rush. Villám kept up without any problems, now curiously looking up at her rider who offered a victorious smile in return. Elegantly, the gunslinger slid back to the saddle with enviable ease, slowing the horse's pace a little. They had a death wish from the moment they started killing witnesses.

The victory ride back to the town interrupted by a feeling similar to deja vu, not quite that, but extraordinarily strong. She has witnessed, experienced a few...weird things, feelings; at first she tried to brush them off with a reasonable explanation until she couldn't. And the shadows' passing whispers has always been correct.

Her gaze guided by the whispers, falling upon a looming figure, both blending in and standing out from the wasteland. It was watching, she was certain. Her left revolver had two, her right three bullets remaining, a complete refill takes fifteen seconds if she's in a hurry. Her gut told she was. Nimble fingers danced from her belt to the chambers while Villám stayed on the route towards the town. When the cylinders clicked back in place Karma knew the figure had red eyes.

All hail the rat queen 🙌🙌🙌🙌

Oops.

Long, elegant fingers wiped the still warm blood from her face; maybe she should invest in silencers. But in America...would even anyone bat an eye at a gunshot?

rUSSIAN??

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Karma kept her gates firmly closed, locking press, doctors, colleagues out without a second thought. Security patrolled the property, the same employees her father had hired, trusted. In their eyes even if they never admitted: she was still the bright eyed little girl who tried to snuck them her mother's sweets during duty. Now she was a frail young woman with a company and an even heavier name. If one thing, maybe this was what she felt remorse for. They had no idea the little girl was dead and in her body stood a cold blooded killer.

She never thought she would loathe her name. Maybe because it didn't belong to her. Still, it would be impolite to snap at her guest. The doctor was...strange wasn't the right word, more akin to secretive and Karma recognized the signs quite easily, as an expert in that field.

“My pleasure, Doctor Octavius. I apologize for the denials, I felt I'm not fully ready.” her smile was cold along with her skin

“Please follow me to my father's- ” a small halt in her steps, slight adjustment of the sunglasses “I mean my office now.” Karma corrected, heels echoing on the dark marble floor.

“I'm aware the reason behind your visit is his work, I appreciate it. But if you could spare a little time to spend with me before, that would be great. I start to forget how normal human interactions work.” she wasn't lying, sometimes truth was better than any well constructed lie.

The young woman couldn't even deny she was born into a higher now almost extinct layer of society. Ivory complexion, long, thin fingers, tall, slender statue crowned by high cheekbones and narrow jawline. An aura of silent confidence despite the hardships and regal grace in fluid movements.

“I can open a few curtains, I know the atmosphere must be, well, gloomy. A little light wouldn't hurt my eyes and you, Doctor, would be more comfortable.” a calculative decision, she didn't want to rely on her infrared sensing disguised as a friendly gesture, almost out of her so called ‘comfort zone’.

@deathshadowed liked for a starter with Olivia Octavius

"Ah, Miss Véghváry! It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person. Before we begin, I just want to say thank you again for inviting me into your home. It's quite lovely." It was hard for Liv to suppress the sheer excitement she felt after finally getting her request for a visit.

She had been following the heiress' father's accomplishments in the medical field for quite some time...until his passing that is. Which, coincidentally enough, was around the same time rumors began to circulate that the Véghváry daughter had...unique additions to her DNA. Now, Liv was no geneticist but even this was enough to get her attention. So of course, she had to find out if the rumors were true herself. And she didn't plan on leaving until she got her answers. One way or another.