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I will never get tired of this picture lol
 

daffari:

As the younger said his name, Drebin flicked the cigarette out of his hand and straight to the floor. “Guess you’re the one my contact  said they’d send. A pretty boy, huh?” The boss grinned, letting out a short laugh. “Can’t say I expected that. But if you’ve been recommended, you must be good. Besides, looks aren’t everythin’.” 

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He took out his trusty revolver from inside his long, black coat. A silver S&W 627PC revolver, extremely powerful. Drebin checked the ammo in its chamber and put it back into his coat. “We’re raiding this here food factory, kiddo.” Actually, it was a front for a weapons factory, but he’d spare the boy of the details. “I’m gonna need you to do your best in killing, but try not to make a mess. It’s real shitty when we have to clean up things. There aren’t too many guys, but they’re packing some real heat; If you can take the guy at the entrance without alerting the rest and then bring me his gun, I’ll throw in an extra for you.” 

“The name’s Cloud.” USE IT.

The Mercenary decides to ignore the flattery (said in a subtle tone of provocation) for now. He needs the money, and arguing with a potential costumer seems just stupid.
Round blue eyes reflect the cold shine of the gun in the older man’s hands, as they study his every movement.

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“I can do that… Don’t worry about my methods. As you just said, i wouldn’t be here if i wasn’t the best for the job.” There is a hint of pride in his voice, the typical arrogance of those who have seen everything in this life and still ready for more.

“My terms are simple: Half payment now, and half when the job’s done, plus the extra. You pay me and i call you Boss. I’ll bring you his gun, and the man’s head if you want to add some drama. Do we have a deal, Drebin?”

 

"something buried"

Indie Cloud Strife Canon divergent.

Based on FFVII/Advent Children/Crisis Core. Highly Selective. Multilanguage.

BG by @sxphiroth.

"something forgotten"

Legend shall speak,

Of sacrifice at world's end,

The wind sails over the water's surface,

Quietly, but surely.