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An Indie (RWBY) OC RP Blog/An all-around fandom blog. And I also tend to make things personal._ _ _
My name is Alex. Pleased to meet you.

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"No, you don’t," He replies from behind the porcelain exterior. "Stand up," He says, almost demands. Kneeling down next to her, he grabs the hand that is around his wrist, and places it around his shoulder. "On three," He warns, counting up from one and hefting her up, helping her to stand by acting as a post.

"I don’t know who you think you’re dealing with here, lady. But it’ll be a cold day in hell before I leave someone dying on the street. I couldn’t care less about what you’ve done to make you think you deserve death, but it isn’t happening." He assures her, looking into an alleyway. "Do you have a home nearby? Somewhere we can get this thing out?" He asks, looking down at the injured girl in his arms.

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  When the stranger had hoisted her up, an obnoxious ball of pain had shot itself through the core of her abdomen. Besides a slight furrow of her brows, Ivy showed no physical signs of pain. Once on her feet, the dainty red head rested most, if not all, of her weight atop him. Her head slumped a little. Just that simple action was making her feel weak, but she refused to die on a stranger. How impolite. 

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  “My home is a good walks away,” a timid voice, one she was not familiar with, left her lips in the form of herself. As strong as she was in her demonic form, she felt absolutely helpless at that moment. Lanky fingers curled into the fabric that laid atop his shoulder, parting her lips one last time to speak. “An alley would be the best bet.”

"Sorry," He murmurs, seeing her brow furrow. The only tell of pain, as she seemed to have trained herself to refrain from showing it physically, or verbally. When she suddenly threw most of her weight on him, that was only incentive for the masked man to get her to her home as quickly as possible.

"I’m going to pick you up. You’re in no position to walk," He says, throwing her arm over his shoulder, and wrapping his arms around her, so he was now holding her bridal-style. "Hang in there, kiddo. We’ll get you home soon." He assures the young woman, ducking into the alleyway. "Which way am I going?"

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"I’ll do that, thanks," Afton replies, standing up. "Need anythin’, call for me. I’ll be right back." He assures the both of them, looking at Roxy with a quick, small smile, before turning and walking up the stairs. 

Most men would obviously be threatened. And, while he did not trust the man downstairs with Roxy, he did, though, trust Roxy. What the two had been through, it wasn’t necessarily something that just any man could walk into and break apart. And, in all honesty, he was slightly upset that his time with her one one of his days off was interrupted, but she seemed… Happy, to finally have a friend. It made him realize that maybe it was about time to introduce her to his family and friends.

He spent the next few minutes upstairs, placing his standard baseball tee over his undershirt, ruffling his hair a bit more and throwing his steel-toed boots onto his feet. With a sigh, the hunter walks back downstairs towards the two.

         It had all seemed like a nice time to Roxy as she sat there talking to her new friend. He was always so polite to her, and she liked that about him. Hopefully Afton had liked him as well! Picking up one of the scones that she had placed out, the assassin took a bite and apparently, a crumb remained on her lip, since Will soon pointed it out.

        Smirking, the guy next to her leaned in a little bit closer. “You seem to have something on your face. Don’t worry, I can help you with that.” he offered softly, and he obviously wouldn’t take no for an answer. Then, William grabbed her by her shirt and forced her into a kiss.

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        The redhead had been laughing nervously as he got closer, then let out a squeak when he pressed their lips together. Because she had Afton to kiss her, she hated the feeling of another guy’s mouth on her own and tried to fight it. However, he was a lot stronger than he looked. 

         Thankfully, that was when her boyfriend came back into the kitchen. She looked at him with eyes full of panic and fear, wanting him to come over and end it, since she wasn’t strong enough to push him away.

Afton had returned in time to see Will forcefully grab Roxy, and pull her in. The sight of his lips on hers, the scared and upset look in Roxy’s eyes sent him over the edge.

Hey!" Afton barks, darting towards the man, leaping over the table and pulling them apart. He throws his right fist forward, connecting to Will’s jaw with a solid snap. In one more fluid motion, Afton grabs a serrated switchblade from his boot, flipping it and holding the blade at the man’s throat, pinning him against the wall.

"I told you to watch out," He snarls, pressing the blade to his skin. "Rox, are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Afton asks, calling from over his shoulder.

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Another sigh, and Afton places his hand atop the assassin’s shoulder. “You are strong though, Rox. You’re tough as hell, strong as hell, and so damn good at what you do,” He assures her, speaking to her in a lower tone since she seemed to react better to that.

"Rox, if we made a name for ourselves, we wouldn’t be doin’ our job right," He says with a snicker, trying to bring a smile to her face. "I’m not gonna force ya. But I’m askin’, I want you to come along, because I need you more than you realize. I need that strong, kickass assassin with the wild red mane by my side. You’re important in this. I promise, Rox, you are."

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         Giving one last sigh, the redhead finally gave in. “Fine, but if you kill everyone by yourself I’m leaving and coming home.” she muttered, wrapping her arms around his neck. Of course if she went she could keep an eye on him, even if he was strong. There was always a possibility that he wouldn’t be prepared or something, right? 

         Reluctantly, Roxy let go of him, but not before planting a small kiss on his lips. “Okay, I’ll go get my stuff.” Turning to the bedroom, she put on her leather jacket and gloves, along with her favorite riding boots. Then, the assassin strapped on her sniper along with several other weapons. When she was done, she walked out and looked up at Afton. “I’m ready when you are.”

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"That’s what I like to hear," Afton chuckles, returning the kiss, taking a peek at her rear as she walks off. Returning, Afton smirks - he had always liked the way she looked in her combat gear. "Alright, we’ll take your bike. Less conspicuous that way." He says.

On the way to the vehicle, he gives her a basic rundown. “It’s a small band of mercenaries that’ve recently come together. Simple extortion and other crimes, though a few have started to get involved in drug trade in the city. Their hideout lies in the heart of downtown’s run down crackhouses. There’s a good spot on a rooftop nearby that’ll give you enough space to snipe them, or you can run in with me. Choice is yours. Most of them should be on the first floor, but we need to check the next three to clear them out. Government doesn’t want to handle this themselves - too much collateral. They needed an outside source, and were willing to pay big.” He then looks towards Roxy, cold and calculating demeanor seeming to melt into a smile. “Maybe I can buy you a nice dinner with the earnings.”

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"It isn’t polite to act like such a brat," Afton rebuked with a scoff. "…Actually, that’d be my father," He then snarks, a brow quirking at the man’s feeble attempt to piss him off. "Look, pal, it’s clear you don’t like me, and are very pissy at the fact that Rox found someone who treats her like an actual person, rather than someone who thinks she’s a prize that can be tossed this way and that. All I’ma tell you is, tread lightly."

With that, Afton turns on his heel, and walks towards the kitchen towards Roxy. The man’s presence was sickening to him, and he had a horrible feeling - aside from the violent thoughts, that is. “Need help, Rox?” He asks over his shoulder, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

         Will watched as the other male turned and headed into the kitchen, and he followed right behind. “Can I sit over here, Ms. Roxy?” he asked, giving her a charming smile. 

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         ”O-oh yeah of course you can! I’m sorry I wasn’t ready for you, I guess I didn’t expect you to come early!” she smiled back, then looked up at Afton, “No thanks, I’ve got everything. After all, it’s just tea.” The assassin then proceeded to bring the pot of boiling tea to the table and poured them both a cup. Of course the ravenet would be invited if he wanted to be, but she got the vibe that he wanted to keep his distance for whatever reason. 

         Instead of expecting him to sit down, she looked over at him and offered, “If you want to come back in a few minutes, I’ll pour you a cup. It wouldn’t be any good to drink now because it hasn’t been steeping for too long.” 

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"I’ll do that, thanks," Afton replies, standing up. "Need anythin’, call for me. I’ll be right back." He assures the both of them, looking at Roxy with a quick, small smile, before turning and walking up the stairs. 

Most men would obviously be threatened. And, while he did not trust the man downstairs with Roxy, he did, though, trust Roxy. What the two had been through, it wasn’t necessarily something that just any man could walk into and break apart. And, in all honesty, he was slightly upset that his time with her one one of his days off was interrupted, but she seemed… Happy, to finally have a friend. It made him realize that maybe it was about time to introduce her to his family and friends.

He spent the next few minutes upstairs, placing his standard baseball tee over his undershirt, ruffling his hair a bit more and throwing his steel-toed boots onto his feet. With a sigh, the hunter walks back downstairs towards the two.


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@ (let's do the AU thing. maybe with Vera & Karissa?)

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From a random number generated between 1-50: 25: Modeling AU!

"I do not understand why we had to come to America of all places.

"Well, Veronique, you don’t have much pull back home. In America, an attractive, foreign face makes a lot of money, and a lot of attention."

"Whatever. Bring in the next one, we’ll see how this goes."

A table of three sat in the empty meeting hall, all lined up next to eachother on a long, marble table, with a single chair on their opposite side. Two men in business suits sat on either side of a young woman.

She was, in a word, beautiful. Fair, smooth skin. Long, beautiful blonde hair that had a shine that made it look like silk, and brilliant powder-blue eyes. Unfortunately, she did not look too ecstatic to be in the Big Apple. Had you told her at a younger age that she’d be travelling to New York City to skyrocket her modeling career, she’d have laughed in your face.

But, here she was, her agent from France, and her new American agent holding auditions for several up-and-coming photographers. Vera may be new to the scene, but the attention she had gotten in France was enough to place her in a position where her opinion carries a lot of weight.

Her expression switched from angry to bored, and she fiddled with the buttons of her scarlet blouse. Her ears perked, and she looked up a bit when she heard the secretary bring in the next photographer and their portfolio.

"Miss Milian? Here is the next one. Miss…Karissa Bec Hatch."

"Pleasure to meet you, Miss Hatch. Please, have a seat," The American agent said pleasantly, signaling to the seat in front of her. Veronique looked at the girl questioningly, eyes scanning her up and down.

Suddenly, the sound of a motorcycle resounded along the street and soon enough, the blue yamaha was parked alongside other motorcycles. The rider took off her helmet to reveal the young woman Vera was waiting for.

Karissa shook her head a bit before using her hand to fix her helmet hair, her ripped blue jeans along with a simple red shirt and a black leather jacket made her seem more unruly than usual.

Noticing the blonde sitting outside, she smiled and walked towards her with helmet in hand, but before she could get there, she was stopped by one of the waitresses. It seemed as though the two were well acquainted with each other. They exchanged some words, the waitress wrote down something in her note pad and then she was off.

With a content sigh, the photographer finally made her way to Vera’s table and sat down across from her, setting her helmet on her lap.

"Good choice on the location," she complimented with a small smile, "These guys make some a the best coffees n’ teas in New York."

"Merci," Vera replies simply, standing up to give the woman a quick handshake. "Well, first thing is first. Congratulations on landing the job. My agents and I agreed that your work was superb. The aesthetic and angles, combined with your natural talent at capturing your objects and their intensity, well… You have talent,"

With that, the woman silently sips at her coffee. “That’s why we chose you-“

Her phone rings, and she immediately answers it, a familiar voice being heard.

"Hello, miss Hatch! Veronique! I am calling to see if you and your photographer are getting along?" Her original agent asks pleasantly. 

"Fabulously," Vera snarks.

"Great! Well, on top of the normal conditions, and your regular pay, Miss Hatch, the other gentleman and I have decided for a better way for you two to get a little better acquainted. Vera, since I must return home, you shall be staying with Miss Hatch for some time!"

Vera nearly chokes out on her coffee, staring at the phone incredulously.

The young woman nodded at the model before the waitress from before came and placed a large mug of green tea with three ice cubes. Ah, they knew her so well. With a brief thanks the photographer continued to listen to the blonde woman talk, taking her own drink of Tea as she listened intently.

Something in the other’s tone gave the impression that she didn’t like her… Oh well, beggars can’t be choosers. At least they didn’t have to live together or anything.

”-you shall be staying with Miss Hatch for some time!”

Karissa chokes on her tea, coughing most of it out on the side while pounding on her chest to get some air in.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, nobody told me ‘bout this deal,” the photographer remarked, “I mean, doesn’t she have her own place ta stay at? I dunno, like a penthouse or somethin’?”

"I know, I know, it is sudden, but Vera does not know the area, or much about America for that matter. Miss Hatch, believe me when I say you will be compensated, but it does not seem safe for Vera to live in such a large city on her own, no?" 

Vera huffs in anger, having felt like that was a backhanded compliment more than anything. “We understand, though, if this is something you are not comfortable with. I mean, we could perhaps call one of the other photographers from the interview…” He trails off with a sigh. Vera knew this game, and glances up to Karissa to see her response.


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15. Stop worrying about me.

When the next joint class mingle came around, Karissa didn’t really feel like going with a teammate at all. Instead, she enlisted the help and partnership of Vera to assist her on one task on the bulletin:

A B ranked mission where they’d assist in the protection of a caravan as they traversed Forever Fall. From bandits to Grimm, two Hunters were tasked with aiding the family caravan’s guard as to ensure the safety of their cargo. The reward was 25,000 lien. The head of the family was some big time merchant that hired workers and Hunters from all around, and when some completed their mission, he hired the help of the Hunters in the area to assist in his travels.

The mission so far went rather swimmingly, save for the occasional raid of robbers. Nothing too out of the ordinary, only the last attack the guard suffered resulted in the dog faunus getting a slashed left leg due to carelessness; and while she got the proper first aid treatment from the family doctor, the stitches might not hold if they went to battle again. What Karissa needed was rest, but she wasn’t letting up on any of her duties.

Night had fallen on the caravan, one of the most dangerous situations. The people set up camp, and as usual, the guard had night watch. The black haired faunus however, had taken up watch for the last three hours. Not bothering to wake up the next guy for his shift… Everyone needed their rest afterall.

She sat against the trunk of a tree, her left stretched out straight while her right hand rested on her right knee holding her ginunting revolver. Karissa’s dark eyes scanned the world in front of her, using her night vision to perceive any movement that differed from the flow of the breeze.

Just then, her ears picked up a sound from behind. Recognizing the weight of the steps, the Junior relaxed with a sigh.

"I wish ya’d stop worryin’ ‘bout me…"

The guard on the other hand collectively protected it’s cargo and the rest of the caravan as it attempted to escape the valley as fast as they could. Some men were flipped and rammed to the side, before a few more took their place and managed to subdue the wild creatures. Even at their tops speeds, it was going to be difficult to fight their way out of the valley.

The two Aries in front of Vera beat it’s hooves into the ground, letting out an aggressive huffs as if preparing to charge at the grounded Huntress. Just then, a familiar figure leapt off one of the wagons and into the sky, using the sunlight to blindside the Grimm before she came barreling down to bash the thick skull of the monsters into the ground in a fiery Dust explosion.

"Im not lettin’ ya hog all the fun!" Karissa exclaimed with a confident smile as she looked over her shoulder.

The Aries beside it howled before charging at the ear-less dog faunus. With goggles set over her eyes, Karissa hopped off the dead Grimm and slipped into the ground with her Semblance. Not a moment went by before the creature was subdued by the blade that suddenly popped up from the ground and sliced the Grimm’s under belly, making it stumble stumble and drop dead with a thud.

Karissa came up from the ground and used the pause in battle to run over to Vera, “Hey, you okay?” She asked with a bit of concern.

"Y-yes, I am fine," Vera assures Karissa, managing to get to her feet. "Come, we must protect the caravan!" Vera gasps, running back to catch up with the wagons. More of the beasts crowded from above, menacingly towering over them. With an annoyed scoff, Vera helps the guard to eliminate what Grimm she could, handing out any strategic information she could.

The other guards had never seen such movements when fighting. When Vera had her chain-blades out, she whipped them around in what seemed more like a dance than a battle stance. The chains twirled and whipped around, embedding into fur and flesh, cutting down anything that came into their path.

The Junior only grinned in anticipation and excitement, “Right!”

Without a moment to lose, Karissa quickly ran alongside her partner, assessing the situation and stopping to assist the guard whenever they needed it.

While momentarily mezmerized and impressed by the gracefullness in Vera’s techniques, Karissa had her own way of fighting… And it more or less scared the guards at how she was enjoying it.

Using the thick canvas skins of the wagons, Karissa gained the momentum to jump into every new battle. Her initial blindside and smash with her Dust Batons took the first few Grimm, but other times she used her swords to do the talking, slicing and decapitating the Aries that dared cross her path. Even going so far as to sink in her blades and take the Ram-like Grimm on a joy ride; knocking into its comrades before finally dying.

Everything was going swimmingly. The injured guards were sent to the medical wagon for immediate treatment by the scarlet haired doctor. When they were shorthanded, Karissa volunteered to get them all to safety, assisting the Captain Jack. As the attacking Grimm diminished in number, the head of the caravan signaled the exit ahead. They were going to make it, and finish off whatever was going to follow them out.

Suddenly, as she was catching up to the blonde Senior, a piercing metallic screech filled Karissa’s ears, giving what seemed to be the leader of the Grimm herd the chance to ram the dog faunus to the side, slamming her into one of the cargo wagons. She fell to her knees, one hand clutching her ginunting gun while the other held her head, the splitting scream never leaving her for a moment.

The Head Aries charged forth once more, trying not to let the Huntress get up and slay any more of its brethren. The insufferable screeching seemed to immobilize Karissa in place as she struggled to get up and fight against the monster, but her limbs grew heavy, leaving the faunus to only scowl as she struggled to even stay awake.

A whirlwind of dust and steel, chains clacking against each other and the sound of metal piercing flesh. The Grimm that had charged Karissa bleated out in agony, its cry gurgled and sickening, distorted by gushes of black blood.

Vera had spun through the ir, using the momentum of her blades and chains to give her the torque and power needed to carve through the flesh of the aggressive beast. When she landed, its eviscerated corpse scattered and fell, its brothers in battle crying out in anguish and fury.

"Karissa, come on! Get up!" Vera shouts, dashing over to her fallen partner, grabbing her by the arm and hefting her up. "We have to protect the caravan!" She urges, giving her a gentle but firm shake.

The unbearable noise seemed to escalate in volume as even Vera’s pleas to move were drowned out. The dog faunus closed her eyes tightly, her fingers grabbing a fist full of her own hair, holding back any shouts to draw the Grimm’s attention.

"I-It hurts Vera…," Karissa murmured, "It won’t stop… Make the noise stop…"

Do you want it to stop?' A feminine voice suddenly asked within Karissa's mind, 'Then listen to me, and you will not regret it.

The allure in the voice’s intonation drew Karissa in, the screeching faded into a faint white noise as her mind went blank and her eyes lost all source of life.

The Junior relaxed and finally stood up with a small stagger, looking off into empty space as she stood straight.

Shoot the Captain,’ the voice ordered.

Ignoring whatever anyone on the outside was saying, Karissa promptly raised her ginunting gun, aimed, and fired at Captain Jack, the bullet hitting his chest plate. The force of the shot making him fall off the black stallion.

The men instantly went to the bearded man’s side while others calmed the horse down, leaving one soldier, the red haired one from earlier, to point a finger at the shooter.

"Traitor! She shot the Captain!" He exclaimed, pointing at Karissa who had her gun still raised, "Subdue her!"

The men all agreed and ran straight towards the Huntresses.

Good work, my friend,’ the voice praised, ‘Now sleep, a surprise will await you when you wake up.’

Something in Karissa snapped, causing her to suddenly collapse then and there, dropping her weapon.

The Grimm, strangely, suddenly left the valley all together, as if called over by something.

The battle was over, but a new conflict had taken its place.

The red haired guard and his comrades all came up to the Huntresses, “We’re taking your friend here into custody,” he said plain and simple as his subordinates took the girl in their arms, “If you resist in any way, you will be arrested as well. Tread carefully Miss Milian.” he said as they all walked away.

It had all happened so fast - Karissa was in a catatonic state, was not listening to any commands, and the Grimm were surrounding.

Yet in a matter of moments, everything changed. Karissa fired at the captain, collapsed, and the Grimm retreated. That in itself was very strange, almost unheard of. Karissa had never had a violent streak, nor was she one to attack a higher-up. 

When the redhead from earlier had threatened Vera, she herself almost decked him in the face. “Back at you, Red,” She instead spat at the stranger, almost snarling in his face. Watching them drag Karissa was rather painful, but she needed to think this out instead of causing a panic. First thing’s first, she needed to check on the captain.

"How is he?" She asks, running over towards the men that were helping the bearded man.

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Afton’s expression changes, scowling at the man in front of him as if he were garbage in human form. Swatting the hand away like it carried the plague, Afton scoffs, folding his arms across his chest.

"I don’t like your tone," He says monotonously, eyes narrowed to slits. "I’d watch your tongue if I were you. Before I cut it off." He then takes a step back, deciding to continue. "You don’t know me. What I’m capable of. But from the unfortunate few seconds I’ve had with you, I can already tell that you’re one hell of a sore loser."

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         The sly smile hadn’t left William’s face, instead increasing in size. “Oh my. How vulgar. It’s not polite to threaten one’s guests, didn’t anyone ever tell you that? Perhaps your mother is as unsophisticated as you are, which would explain why she never taught you. How a brute like you got Roxy’s attention, I will never know.” he shrugged, eyes never breaking contact with Afton’s. 

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         He was clearly unaffected by the other male’s threatening display. Instead, it looked as if he found it amusing. 

         In the meantime, Roxy was still busy at work setting the table and taking out the teacups, giving the two a little more time together. She was purposely taking a longer time, hoping the two would be bonding a little. After all, he was her only friend right now. 

"It isn’t polite to act like such a brat," Afton rebuked with a scoff. "…Actually, that’d be my father," He then snarks, a brow quirking at the man’s feeble attempt to piss him off. "Look, pal, it’s clear you don’t like me, and are very pissy at the fact that Rox found someone who treats her like an actual person, rather than someone who thinks she’s a prize that can be tossed this way and that. All I’ma tell you is, tread lightly."

With that, Afton turns on his heel, and walks towards the kitchen towards Roxy. The man’s presence was sickening to him, and he had a horrible feeling - aside from the violent thoughts, that is. “Need help, Rox?” He asks over his shoulder, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

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"… Are you serious?” Afton responds, voice now elevated to match hers. He doesn’t move from his stance, but his chest does puff out a bit. “Roxy, do you seriously think I don’t need you?” He looks almost offended by the statement.

"Roxy, you aren’t weak. And hearing those words come out of your mouth is incredibly ridiculous. You think you’re weak? If you were weak, how did you make it this far?” With a scoff, he shakes his head and takes a single step back.

"You don’t understand, Roxy. I do need you. Who’s gonna be there to back me up? Who’s gonna be there to take out the mooks who’re shootin’ at me when I’m in the middle of a shitstorm? Rox, I may be better now than I used to be, but I ain’t flawless.” With a sigh, he shakes his head once more, looking at the redhead with disappointment. “Roxy, you don’t understand how much I need you. You’re there to help me when I need it. You’re a crackshot when I’m in the fray, and I’m there to knock out whoever even gets within a few yards of you.”

At this point, Afton’s voice had lowered, and he calmed himself. “… I need you, Rox. I can’t go on missions without you anymore. You’re my partner. Your strengths are my weaknesses, and vice versa.” He couldn’t say he exactly understood how she felt, but when she told him he should have picked someone else, well. That stung. “You’re better than you give yourself credit for. You’re a damn good assassin, one of the best from what I’ve seen. Hell, I’d be terrified if you were against me. Honest.”

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         As his voice began to soften, the redhead was more inclined to listen. If you wanted to get to Roxy, yelling definitely wasn’t the way to do it. So now that he was talking in a calmer tone, she picked up what he had to say, and heaved a heavy sigh. “I-I don’t know..” she said finally, lowering her head, refusing to look at him. “I just… I’m so sorry I’m not strong like you are.” Walking close to him, she put her head on his shoulder, not looking up at all. “We’re going to become famous, and its going to be ‘Afton Kazama and that one girl’. Not that I ever wanted fame, but I don’t even deserve to be in a title with you in it.” 

         It was so hard for the assassin to admit these things since her confidence was almost always high. Now, however, she really did feel badly about not being strong enough, even if she was one of the best in her field. 

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Another sigh, and Afton places his hand atop the assassin’s shoulder. “You are strong though, Rox. You’re tough as hell, strong as hell, and so damn good at what you do,” He assures her, speaking to her in a lower tone since she seemed to react better to that.

"Rox, if we made a name for ourselves, we wouldn’t be doin’ our job right," He says with a snicker, trying to bring a smile to her face. "I’m not gonna force ya. But I’m askin’, I want you to come along, because I need you more than you realize. I need that strong, kickass assassin with the wild red mane by my side. You’re important in this. I promise, Rox, you are."

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Afton descends the stairs just in time to see the two engage in a friendly hug. He watches with passing interest, standing at the base of the stairs, waiting until the two broke apart before approaching. As always with strangers, his expression was nearly stoic, arms folded across his chest. Normally he’d wait for Roxy to introduce the two, but he decides to display a bit of confidence, as well as dominance.

"How’s it goin’," Afton greets, his voice gruff and low. "Name’s Afton Kazama." He extends his tattooed arm out, hand open for the other to shake.

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         The assassin watched as Afton greeted her friend, seeing nothing too abnormal about the whole thing. However, it always surprised her how closed off he could be to strangers when she was always so outgoing. Right now wasn’t the time to think about it, though! William had arrived a little early, so she wasn’t prepared. “O-Oh yeah, this is my boyfriend Afton! Sorry I didn’t tell you he lives with me before, I guess it’s just such a normal thing for me now that I assume everyone knows!” she said with a smile, seeing the other man’s confusion. 

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         ”This is your boyfriend, hm?” he asked in a pretentious voice, “Oh dear..”

         As he said the last part, Roxy was already making her way to the kitchen to boil some water and hadn’t heard it, leaving the two guys alone. Will ignored Afton’s handshake and instead put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sure you know Roxy deserves someone better than you, right?” he inquired in a sickeningly sweet tone. 

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Afton’s expression changes, scowling at the man in front of him as if he were garbage in human form. Swatting the hand away like it carried the plague, Afton scoffs, folding his arms across his chest.

"I don’t like your tone," He says monotonously, eyes narrowed to slits. "I’d watch your tongue if I were you. Before I cut it off." He then takes a step back, deciding to continue. "You don’t know me. What I’m capable of. But from the unfortunate few seconds I’ve had with you, I can already tell that you’re one hell of a sore loser."

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"Miss, are you alright?" He repeats, tone monotonous and low. He looks around to ensure no strangers were in sight, no wandering eyes looking towards where they were to draw attention. Looking back at the woman, he sees her hands move, attempting to cover something.

In a gentle but firm grasp, he moves her hands out of the way, and sees the blade embedded into her gut. His head slightly moves up, switching view from the wound to her intense eyes. “Who did this?” He asks, tone no longer flat, but menacing, almost. Grim, and gruff. “Let’s get you up. Can you walk, miss?” He asks, positioning himself in a way where he could easily lift her to her feet.

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  Of course he would notice, dumb ass. How could she think that blatantly pressing her palms over a wound that was probably already noticeable before distract him enough to leave? With a sigh, she grabbed at his wrist when he moved her hands to the side. The blood had already dried against her skin, a blackened color rather than any hue close to her hair. 

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  Now was not the time to have morals and feel bad for the deaths she had caused, but for some reason, it had become just that. “Leave me here,” the red head now waved the stranger off. “I deserve to die on the streets like this.”

"No, you don’t," He replies from behind the porcelain exterior. "Stand up," He says, almost demands. Kneeling down next to her, he grabs the hand that is around his wrist, and places it around his shoulder. "On three," He warns, counting up from one and hefting her up, helping her to stand by acting as a post.

"I don’t know who you think you’re dealing with here, lady. But it’ll be a cold day in hell before I leave someone dying on the street. I couldn’t care less about what you’ve done to make you think you deserve death, but it isn’t happening." He assures her, looking into an alleyway. "Do you have a home nearby? Somewhere we can get this thing out?" He asks, looking down at the injured girl in his arms.


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Vera to Karissa >.> ⌖

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Send ⌖ for the first 3 emotions my character feels when seeing or thinking of yours. remixedwriter

Uplifted, Mischievous, slightly weird

The dog faunus blinked at the other’s words, taking in everything: the expression she made, the tone she was speaking, all of it. At first she had a little trouble processing it; looking away for a moment with a thought provoking expression, but in the end she understood… More or less. She recalled Bec teaching her something similar when she was younger…

She realized how naïve she was being in saying those words.

Karissa sighed contently as she rubbed the back of her neck, a nervous smile and an embarrassed blush lightly tinting her tattooed cheeks.

"I-It’s fine. I get it… Love is… complicated, n’-" she paused trying to find the right words, "I understand if you’re not ready for anythin’ serious. I know I’m… always a little hasty n’ I just run my mouth without even thinkin’…"

For some reason she couldn’t bring herself to look back at the blonde again. Once again she felt ashamed, but for a different reason.

"I just-… I don’t really know how ta explain myself ‘around ya, I’ve… never really felt this way around someone else…," she paused again, thinking, "Well, except for my partner, Verde, but I know she’s inta someone else."

Her mind was becoming a mess. She was overthinking things.

"I just… gah! I just- I don’t know how ta feel!" She confessed frustratedly, hitting the back of her head against the wall with a sigh.

"Please, Karissa," Vera begins, her voice calm and soothing. "Do not apologize. I am flattered! And you cannot control your feelings, I understand that," She assures the Junior with a kind smile. "But that does not mean I do not have feelings for you. Okay?" Another brush of the lips, before pulling away once more.

"I am just… Scared of that kind of commitment, do you understand? It is a big step for me…" She admits with a slightly shamed glance downward. "I do not want you to think you have to act a certain way around me. Be the girl I love to be around - be you."

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Afton had definitely woken up to one hell of a surprise. Roxy seemed genuinely excited to have a friend over, but when he heard the name, combined with the fact that he doesn’t know that her boyfriend lived with her, well. He seemed a little skeptical.

"… Huh," He murmurs, throwing a shirt over his scarred torso and running a hand through his hair. "How’d you meet this guy?" Afton asks, slipping his shoes on as well and walking to the bathroom, keeping his door open while brushing his teeth.

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         Sensing his hesitation, she draped herself over him playfully. “Don’t worry, things will be okay! I completed a contract with him shortly before I met you, so we have been in contact since. He paid really well and gave me nice food, so I think he’s a good guy!” Then, she spun around to put on some of her daily perfume, and do her last adjusting of clothes. 

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         All of a sudden, the doorbell rang and the redhead jumped up excitedly. “Ohh he’s here!” she announced, running down the stairs. Opening the door, another young man stood on the other side, giving her a big hug when he saw her. 

         ”Roxy! It’s so nice to see you!”

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Afton descends the stairs just in time to see the two engage in a friendly hug. He watches with passing interest, standing at the base of the stairs, waiting until the two broke apart before approaching. As always with strangers, his expression was nearly stoic, arms folded across his chest. Normally he’d wait for Roxy to introduce the two, but he decides to display a bit of confidence, as well as dominance.

"How’s it goin’," Afton greets, his voice gruff and low. "Name’s Afton Kazama." He extends his tattooed arm out, hand open for the other to shake.

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"… Nandesuka?

Afton was completely shocked by the redheads harsh tone and even harsher words. “What the hell’s gotten into you?” He asks, tone carrying little to no emotion, folding his arms over his chest with a scowl.

"Why are you actin’ like this all of a sudden? You’ve never had gripes about goin’ along with me - hell, you almost always insist, not that I’d turn ya away," He scoffs a bit, shifting his weight to one leg as he continues. "I’m askin’ for your help, Rox. What’s your deal?"

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         Even though she knew it was warranted, Roxy didn’t like the phrases coming out of his mouth. “I was fine going with you up until I knew you didn’t need me at all. Hell, you could even beat me with those powers of yours. In fact, you could probably do it easily. You don’t need someone as weak as I am holding you back.” she continued to rant, raising her voice slightly, “You should have picked a girlfriend that is actually strong compared to yourself, because I’m certainly not.” 

         Then, the assassin turned back around to his front, her fiery tresses covering parts of her face, blue eyes glaring. “I don’t want to be a candle compared to the sun.”

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"… Are you serious?” Afton responds, voice now elevated to match hers. He doesn’t move from his stance, but his chest does puff out a bit. “Roxy, do you seriously think I don’t need you?” He looks almost offended by the statement.

"Roxy, you aren’t weak. And hearing those words come out of your mouth is incredibly ridiculous. You think you’re weak? If you were weak, how did you make it this far?” With a scoff, he shakes his head and takes a single step back.

"You don’t understand, Roxy. I do need you. Who’s gonna be there to back me up? Who’s gonna be there to take out the mooks who’re shootin’ at me when I’m in the middle of a shitstorm? Rox, I may be better now than I used to be, but I ain’t flawless.” With a sigh, he shakes his head once more, looking at the redhead with disappointment. “Roxy, you don’t understand how much I need you. You’re there to help me when I need it. You’re a crackshot when I’m in the fray, and I’m there to knock out whoever even gets within a few yards of you.”

At this point, Afton’s voice had lowered, and he calmed himself. “… I need you, Rox. I can’t go on missions without you anymore. You’re my partner. Your strengths are my weaknesses, and vice versa.” He couldn’t say he exactly understood how she felt, but when she told him he should have picked someone else, well. That stung. “You’re better than you give yourself credit for. You’re a damn good assassin, one of the best from what I’ve seen. Hell, I’d be terrified if you were against me. Honest.”