Posts by The Vagabond

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    I currently am in charge of the ToBE, which has shit activity. We could like take it over and become like an assasin for hire group.


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    Eh. There's like only three people in the clan other than my character. Like it wouldn't be hard at all


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    "Necause, this other version of me obviously hurt you, or did something that made you no longer trust him. Now that is carrying on to me." He stated simply, staring into Michael's eyes.


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    Vagabond let out a small hum as he impassively observed the swords. I mean he had just summoned his facepaint, so why would this be anymore shocking? Or maybe it was just the fact he was insane. Yeah, that probably had a bit more to do with it.


    "Interesting. Maybe you could teach me to weild one." He said, before realizing his mask was still off.


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    Ryan was shocked to say the least. How does one simply do that? Turn on their loved ones? Especially if it was someone they were romantically involved with and had a son!


    "Point me in his direction. I'll make sure he won't make that mistake again." He growled out darkly


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    They're both gone. No trace of they're whereabouts it would seem from Michael's words.


    "I can travk him down. Wouldn't be the first time I would've had to do it." No one hurts the crew. Not even a different version of himself.


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    The whole name and business thing was already said, so Vagabon kept quiet as he approached, cold blue eyes staring at the necomer from behind his signature skull mask. If only he had his leather jacket. But he supposed that would no longer fit him now adays seeing as he was now a leopard, not human.


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    Maybe they could co-lead it at first? I'm gonna type up a guide for this place.


    We also need a name


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    They shall be the Kingpins


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    "We could always hunt him down together. I torture you kill." He said. But he sighed softly anyways, seeing the truth in Michael's words. Ryan raised a paw to his mask, debating on whether or not to take it off. But they were in a relatively crowded place. So that was a no.


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    I'm going to give the board a notice, so tomorrow or Sunday.


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    As if by reflex, Vagabond's new telekinesis took affect, stopping the blade in it's track, inches from his shoulder.
    "Fucking Hell Michael! Gods! I don't even know if I'm immortal here!" Vagabond said as the sword dropped harmlessly to the ground


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    I made a badge....


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    Ryan felt hesitation flash through him. Could he trust Michael? Well it seemed that he was remarkably spsimilar to the one he had known as a human, one that he had put his full trust in. So it couldn't hurt. Right?


    "Lead the way Michael." He said with a flick of his tail.


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    Teleporting was such a disorienting experience. But Michael's words found him, 'I found Los Santos.' This instantly caused Vagabond to perk up and forget about the churning in his stomach. He looked around, taking in the tall building, much taller now that he wasn't his usual six feet. Holy fuck. It was home. Michael found home. Ryan took off his mask to see the place better, letting his face painted face show.


    "You found home." He muttered out.


    {It has begun


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    Vagabond made his way over, skull mask firmly in place and even face paint under that. The leopard would join the hunt, it would be benificial in learning how to better control this body.


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    "Vagabond, Welcome to the Clan." He said, flicking his tail lazily before heading off. Not like he was needed there anymore.


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    Vagabond grumbled to himself as he walked off to a storage closet and rummaged in it. If one would listen closely, they would hear vague whispers of murder coming from the masked man's mouth. Eventually he was succesful and brought the tape back to the string of lights and set to work.


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    Vagabond was wandering the streets, his mind completely not in the mood to work at the moment. Home. Michael had found Los Santos. They could set up a base there. Maybe the others would find them. The leopard was so caught up in his musing he didn't notice that he was on a collision course with some one.