08-13-2019, 05:44 AM
[align=center][div style="width:500px;font-size:9.2pt; text-align:justify"]Someone somewhere was pissing on all of them. This? This was what they had to fill Bane's shadow? There was a laugh deep in his belly that wanted to roll out as a snarl, and instead it wound its way into the muscles of his hands, which closed down tight over imagined throats, thumbs tucked dangerously into pictured jugulars. He and V hadn't shacked up here to play hand-holders for biddies; this wasn't a place for some kind of fucking redemption. This wasn't a place to sit around a campfire with their scary ghost story pasts at their backs and kumba-fucking-ya on their mouths. The knife at his hip called to his fingers, and goddamn if he wasn't tempted.
All the time he'd spent walking these streets, heading out into the middle of fucking nowhere for a peace offering Flintlock hadn't even deserved, only to get saddled with- what, two jackasses playing hookey with their trepidation-packed baggage so obviously dragged behind? Bane had his issues. But Bane had earned where he stood, and the only way this man could belong in that spot was bleeding into it on the floor. Leave a nice stain somebody else could step on.
Anybody else. He'd take one of the fucking dogs- 'least it wouldn't sit there like a constipated gnome with too much sentience and not enough know-how.
"Well, that's fucking adorable. This gonna be a li'l honeymoon resort now?" He laughed unkindly, smile all teeth and razored eyes. "Kinda hurt Bane didn't let us know what kinda shitshow was rolling up the street- woulda left with him, saved myself the trouble." Caustic turned slightly toward V at his left, one of his hands landing firmly on the back of his neck.
"Think we oughta skip this ghost town. Leave it standing." His gaze followed the line of Volatile's jaw. "Owe that much to him. Takin' a pooch though." His hand left his neck to clap his shoulder, a bit rougher than it should have been. Needed the pressure under his palm to keep from finding it somewhere else, but it was still beckoning to him. No ignoring it.
Caustic turned without sparing the pair another glance, and he didn't need to look to know Volatile was keeping pace.
All the time he'd spent walking these streets, heading out into the middle of fucking nowhere for a peace offering Flintlock hadn't even deserved, only to get saddled with- what, two jackasses playing hookey with their trepidation-packed baggage so obviously dragged behind? Bane had his issues. But Bane had earned where he stood, and the only way this man could belong in that spot was bleeding into it on the floor. Leave a nice stain somebody else could step on.
Anybody else. He'd take one of the fucking dogs- 'least it wouldn't sit there like a constipated gnome with too much sentience and not enough know-how.
"Well, that's fucking adorable. This gonna be a li'l honeymoon resort now?" He laughed unkindly, smile all teeth and razored eyes. "Kinda hurt Bane didn't let us know what kinda shitshow was rolling up the street- woulda left with him, saved myself the trouble." Caustic turned slightly toward V at his left, one of his hands landing firmly on the back of his neck.
"Think we oughta skip this ghost town. Leave it standing." His gaze followed the line of Volatile's jaw. "Owe that much to him. Takin' a pooch though." His hand left his neck to clap his shoulder, a bit rougher than it should have been. Needed the pressure under his palm to keep from finding it somewhere else, but it was still beckoning to him. No ignoring it.
Caustic turned without sparing the pair another glance, and he didn't need to look to know Volatile was keeping pace.
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[div style="max-width:;font-size:15pt; font-family:impact; letter-spacing:1.1px; color:black; padding:10px"]I AM BOTH MAN AND BRIGADE
[div style="max-width:;font-size:15pt; font-family:impact; letter-spacing:1.1px; color:black; padding:10px"]I AM BOTH MAN AND BRIGADE