RO > call me out; a forever open RP post, version 2

[midvalley]

NEW OPEN RP POST

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[propitiate]

And what about after that? Say the idiot manages to take down Knives, and the world is slightly less shitty. What're you plannin' on doin' then?

[saxual]

[ He very nearly makes a smartass remark, but he figures he should just level with the other man. ]

I'm gonna quietly disappear, and you and your buddies are never gonna hear from me again.

[propitiate]

[ Wolfwood lets those words sink in, observing the Player all the while, as though trying to see through him. Paranoid, maybe; but the Hornfreak was an assassin, recruited by Knives just like the Eye of Michael was. No telling what kind of fucked up shit the guy did to garner Knives' attention.

Didn't matter now, though. Couldn't turn down help, regardless of the form it came in.

It helped that the Player wasn't as much of a shitstain as he used to think he was. So at length, he nods, takes the cigarette to tap out more ash. ]

You willin' to do me another favor?

[saxual]

I guess that depends on the favor.

[propitiate]

Think you can stomach babysittin' the spiky-headed idiot?

[saxual]

Why? You got a date or something?

[propitiate]

[ He exhales a plume of smoke up toward the ceiling. ]

Somethin' like that. Got some shit I need to take care of.

[saxual]

Such as? Or is that a secret?

[propitiate]

Need to know basis, Player. Top secret.

[saxual]

Call me a cynic, but I've got a sinking feeling you're about to run off and do something phenomenally stupid.

[propitiate]

Alright then. You're a cynic.

[ He considers stubbing the cigarette out on the piano, by decides against it at the last moment. The Hornfreak would certainly have his head for that. Instead, he drops it to the ground, grinds it out with his heel. ]

It's just a thing I gotta take care of. Need you to make sure Spiky doesn't do anythin' suicidal without me.

[saxual]

Fine, but if he wants to come after you, I sure as hell ain't gonna stop him.

[propitiate]

[ He makes a buzzer noise. ] Wrong.

Keep him focused on what he's gotta do. Bad enough he's gotta take down a psychopath with almost godly powers.

Just cover for me.

[saxual]

What makes you think he'll listen to anything I have to say?

[propitiate]

He will. He's a dumbass like that. Helps that you had a hand in bustin' him out, too.

And if that doesn't work, tell him to listen to you 'cause I said so.