Make A Assumption About My Muse And See How They React! Anything Goes!

Make a assumption about my muse and see how they react! Anything goes!

We don't talk about father's day in this bloodline.

“Pretty sure cats can hunt for themselves so your charity rats worth like a kiss for a corpse.”

Confused, outraged hissing.

This little shit

“Was that necessary??”

“I haven't even said anything”

“Yet.”

^ is 💯 sure James has been possessed by Jack Sparrow's spirit because not only he's doing stupid shit in a death game full of supernatural creatures but he's still alive.

(Not like she's not rooting for him.)

"So Pavitr teleported into your living room? That's rough buddy." - From Hobie

“More like...interesting. And unexpected.” Karma added, not shaken by the occurrence the slightest. Sunglasses adjusted slightly, an unconscious gesture by now, well aware how unnerving her eyes are. Along with the extreme yoga Pavitr managed to witness

“I assume you know each other then.” she inquired carefully, so far she had positive experiences with these dimension hopping...spider people? Spider Team?

Behind the shield of the dark tinted glasses Karma studied the young man, committing the smallest details to memory. She had the gut feeling this won't be her last encounter with him.

“I'm not angry at your friend, if that's the reason you also decided to drop by. Although I might have spooked him a little.”

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.