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— profits. Still, she did seem strong, and two heads were better than one even if the pay got split in two. Untrusting was fine, so long as the job got done.

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— Stubborn customers...not exactly his forte. Still, he'd developed some small modicum of social skills in his time here. /Some/. "Then you're free to go off and do the work on your own. Bring back the head of the target, collect your pay. Easy, right?" As if he was in a position to split—

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He contested that standoffishness with his a collected nature. A shadow unmoving, no tell in his expression, no flinch in his eye to call a bluff. "That's a shame. But, it's not unusual. Lot of lone wolves out here. Still, I'd like to see your might. At least compare it to something." —

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When travelling he'll prefer going to PC Cafes and staying the night rather than going to a hotel. It's cheaper and he gets to use a high end PC to get his gaming fix. Though that usually results in him never getting any sleep.

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That being said, ladies please control yourselves.

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승윤 @nightsweep.bsky.social · 18/05/2025

Not to brag, but Seung-Yoon is Radiant tier in V*lorant.

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"That's right. As fellow sellswords." A pause, he chose his next words carefully. "...And, I want to know what you know. You have to kill a lot to have the smell of blood linger." Obsidian eyes looked her up and down. Assessment, consideration. ...Weariness.

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승윤 @nightsweep.bsky.social · 18/05/2025

A coarse way of greeting, but then again he wasn't exactly the soft spoken type either. "Walking around like you're ready to kill anyone in your way. Maybe you want to earn something in exchange for that bloodlust."

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// thank you mitsu-mun. 🥹

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@ainoslayings.bsky.social "Miss." He stopped her on the street, this imposing tower of ivory colored uniform. Intimidating...but not purposefully so. "...Sorry, do you have a permit for that?" He asked with a gloved finger pointing to the sword at her hip.

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@intoning.bsky.social Yoon took a long drag of his cigarette, finding himself in with eyes easily wandering. Today's mission: People watching and information gathering. Particularly, a gaze lingering on a woman ...scent of blood yet dressed in a starch white. "Hey." He called out to her.

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// Just small fyi i do prefer RP threads be in replies rather than QRTs.

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Pale green fluorescent lights flicker in an abandoned building, the last breaths of what once was. Now the nest of something horrific, a spindly human form of gaping maw and long claws. He walked with only the hum of electricity through tubes and his own footsteps as sound. Modern day hunting.

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// I'll give you two. ✌️

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// y'all still want these?

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Checking his busted up phone, watching a graph showing the rise and fall in price of a certain graphics card... Why can't it just go on sale already...

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-- "But you'll do no good just standing there, we gotta move." At least, he didn't seem to be out to stifle her. With a jerk of his chin he motioned to a particular alleyway where they could make their escape, already making his swift exit to that shadowy corner of the city.

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-- a done and dusted operation by someone he'd yet to see before. He would have remembered someone like her, surely. "...I see I was beaten to it. By a rookie no less." He expressed, arms folded and his stoic expression not exactly revealing whether he found it impressive or vexing. --

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-- a sparrow, flitting through buildings while too fast to see and too camouflaged by his ebony uniform to be considered as anything but part of the backdrop of darkness that was the city. He was first to arrive on the seen--or so he thought. Now the Hunter stood in the middle of what was--

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-- streets below with eyes that surpassed normal human vision in order to be able make out the individual threads of any passerby's clothing. All that wasn't exactly needed when the banging and ringing was loud enough to reverberate even up to where he was. Seung-Yoon leaped like the shadow of --

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Rooftops were the prime vantage point for any aspiring City Hunter to watch for any action going on in the streets. A single earbud feeding him the noise of police radio and the occasional buzz of information brokers pirating the waves to give out some free tip-offs as he watched the --

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