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smash_logs2010-11-04 06:08 pm
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Who: Leon, Giovanni
What: BLACKY'S MURDER COMMISSION
Where: The docks by Smashville Avenue
When: Midnight-ish, November 5th
Warnings: DEF. not really.
This outfit.
The outfit for the operation.
It was lovely! It fit so perfect. If Leon didn't have an operation to pull tonight, he would lounge around his dorm all day just wearing this outfit. But alas.
Disguising himself was something he normally didn't do in these situations. Back in Lylat, whenever he had to kill someone, he just did it and everyone knew he did it. It's how he got his reputation. But part of why he made several returns to Final Destination was because he DIDN'T have that kind of reputation here. He was able to live a moderately normal life. If he lost that, where would he have left to go for peace of mind-type of living? So of course he overdid his look with a pair of scissors, a razor, and black temp hair dye for a start. Or maybe there were other reasons behind this change because people are going to wonder about it when they see him the next day- but he wasn't thinking about that right now.
It was a large, common warehouse by the docks. Quiet, cluttered, common. The river reflected the moon high above. Leon glanced up on occasion as he waited at the doorway, knife clipped to the backside of his belt, a realistic pokeball in his hand. All he could do now was hope his target takes the bait, but for a Flygon, he probably would. He didn't even think much else about him.
yet.
As for Giovanni himself, a rocket grunt is waiting for him at the docks. With a special delivery.
What: BLACKY'S MURDER COMMISSION
Where: The docks by Smashville Avenue
When: Midnight-ish, November 5th
Warnings: DEF. not really.
This outfit.
The outfit for the operation.
It was lovely! It fit so perfect. If Leon didn't have an operation to pull tonight, he would lounge around his dorm all day just wearing this outfit. But alas.
Disguising himself was something he normally didn't do in these situations. Back in Lylat, whenever he had to kill someone, he just did it and everyone knew he did it. It's how he got his reputation. But part of why he made several returns to Final Destination was because he DIDN'T have that kind of reputation here. He was able to live a moderately normal life. If he lost that, where would he have left to go for peace of mind-type of living? So of course he overdid his look with a pair of scissors, a razor, and black temp hair dye for a start. Or maybe there were other reasons behind this change because people are going to wonder about it when they see him the next day- but he wasn't thinking about that right now.
It was a large, common warehouse by the docks. Quiet, cluttered, common. The river reflected the moon high above. Leon glanced up on occasion as he waited at the doorway, knife clipped to the backside of his belt, a realistic pokeball in his hand. All he could do now was hope his target takes the bait, but for a Flygon, he probably would. He didn't even think much else about him.
yet.
As for Giovanni himself, a rocket grunt is waiting for him at the docks. With a special delivery.
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GIOVANNI RAPHAEL DOUCHEBAG THONGBEAST MORETTINot that the blaster did much, the shots not even making them flinch. They just herded him into the warehouse, blocking the doorway. Their owner snuck closer in the darkness, creeping behind boxes, remaining as quite as he could...
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AFTER TONIGHT THAT IS A NAME LEON WILL NEVER FORGETYep. These guys were definitely stronger than Leon assumed.
It looks like he's gonna have to do some damage, and thus, he whipped out his dagger in front of him as he backed up a few more paces.
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Leon had to scramble around to dodge those falling rocks!
Some did hit his limbs, however, knocking the knife right off his hand!
Where is that guy hiding now? Oh fuck, he can't search now another rock just hit his foot! Fucking ow!
Fuck!
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Fuck!
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In other words, he ignored his complaint.
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And then smiled.
"It's quite sad that I actually have to off such a well-presented man."
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"Pardon?"
Was this merely a stalling tactic?
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Well... fuck.
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Leon are you wanting to be punched, only Raikov gets away with crap like that. He leaned in closer, glaring at the man.
"You're assuming a bit much, aren't you?"
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This was actually too good to pass up. Leon leaned forward himself and kissed the man right in the lips for a good deep moment.
And then he knee-kicked him in the crotch.
The lizard then scurried over to the top of a nearby crate and let out a maniacal cackle.
1/?
What the hell?!
2/2?
Giovanni grunted, falling to his knees from the pain, trying not to make more noise and expose exactly how much that hurt. The assassin was paying for that!
"Sergio, Shadow Claw!"