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[RP] The Omnicide Reality

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Silver:
So rude! I'm offended! he says sarcastically.
And I thought you came here because you wanted something, but you only showed up to insult my living conditions.
Stefan pulls a cigarette out of his pocket, and lights it.
Assuming you're here with Calx, I'm guessing he wants to know where Nex is. Am I right?

Frenchfry:
Nex. A new name.
"He said we were coming here because you would know where to find... someone. He never mentioned the name. Who's Nex?"

Silver:
Stefan takes a puff of his cigarette and smiles.
Whoops! It looks like I said something I shouldn't. I guess he doesn't trust you enough.
He takes another puff.
Well, I guess there's nothing I can do now, I might as well continue. As you know, snipers work in pairs, one spotter, one shooter. Nex was his partner, and also his mentor, although they were the same age, she was so much better of a shot than him. He didn't like that.He exhales, creating a ring of smoke in the air.

Now this is just me, but I think they had a little more going on than just working together on jobs if you know what I'm saying.
He takes a seat next to Stefan, putting his arm around his neck.
Calx was never right in the head, he was always....off. Even when he began to be hired, they only really put up with him and his habits because of his results. As long as he got the job done, noone cared what he did in his off time. That is, except Nex. She wanted to help him out, stop him from doing things like scalping the homless on the streets, or pinning severed limbs to telephone poles. And for the most part, it worked out well. He seemed to calm down, and act like a normal person, with the exception of the hits the took on together.
But one day, Calx never came back with Nex. And when I asked her where he was, she just mumbled something about him not coming back. I assumed the worst and thought he slipped up and got himself killed. From that day on, she seemed...distant. I thought it was because Calx had died. But that doesn't seem to be the case, as you've been with him for a while hasn't he? Or perhaps, you've been speaking with a ghost while you were at Omnicide? That may be a possibility wouldn't it Stefan Cadogan, ranked third overall in Omnicide games?

Frenchfry:
"What'd you say about not watching TV? At any rate, I doubt he's a ghost. Not all into that spirit lingo, ya know?"
Stefan flicked a speck of dirt off his eyepatch as it fell from the ceiling. Attractive.
"So... This Nex girl... she's sort of like a crazy deterrent for Calx?"

Silver:
He closes his eyes, and inhales deeply.
Yeah I guess you can say-
The celler door is blown open, and in a blur, a figure dives from the stairwell to Stefan knocking him off of the couch.
It was Calx, drawing a pistol and pointing it at the back of Stefan's head.
"WHERE IS SHE? IM NOT DEALING WITH YOU TODAY STEFAN. YOUR NEXT SENTENCE BETTER HAVE A LOCATION IN IT, OR I PULL THIS TRIGGGER RIGHT HERE AND YOU CAN GIVE SATAN SOME OF YOUR LIES IN HELL"
Calx pushes the berretta into the back of Stefan's head.
Nice to see you too- Calx fires a round into the air.
"THEY AREN'T BLANKS. NOW TALK"
I was just explaining to your firends here your situation.
Calx's eyes widen, and he turns to look at the boy and girl on the couch. Stefan pulls a reversal, and pins Calx to the ground a demonic smile on his face. he leans over to his hotages ear and whispers.
I heard she shot you. How are you still alive?
Calx's face was blank. He made no reaction to Stefan's words, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he had the weight of a full grown man pressing down on his stomach.

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