Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160218071019/@comment-26571677-20160229081339

And this is why I'm always wearing my armour

He sighed, but looked at the bazooka in amusement, all while raising both hands quickly, jumping up a little while he did so, with an amused face, putting on another mask over his real self.

"Now, regarding these firearms, those guns and whatnot are all well and dandy, but you do realise that using that bazooka will not only turn me into large lumps of indistinguishable meat, but also your mistress, right?"

He squinte with one eye to his upper-right area, and pouted, as if deep in thought,

"Then again, you could shoot me with that after you know, you get those multiple, multiple guns that spit death to riddle me like Swiss-cheese, but that would still create one hell of a mess. Besides, you'd wake the neighbours!"

You're in the middle of a PRIVATE ESTATE, don't think there'll be any neighbours around.

"And anyway, what the hell was the thought process behind this? Oh look, someone's approaching with the mistress, holding hands with her, better prepare to blow him to heaven and higher? If it was, then Jesus, I'd hate to see what would happen to an actual criminal! Would you have two butlers with bazookas?"

"Seems like overkill to me"

"And, hold on! One last thing before we go into the threatening and murdering and whatnot, how. In the Fuck. Have you not seen me here before? Like, are you all blind? Remember, the taking down of..."

He stopped talking, and closed his mouth, narrowing his eyes into a much more serious face. Those events wouldn't ever be said aloud again, he promised himself. Never. Again. Too sensitive of a topic.

"Besides, I don't think that mask fooled you at all, did it? No, nearly one-hundred percent not, you wouldn't be the head butler if it did."

He looked around, observing his surroundings and taking note.

"I'll go with you, but I'm not leaving Zhu-Li's side, shoot me if you want, not as if I haven't been shot before."

He motioned to his earlobe, an ugly mess of scar tissue from his initiation.

"You'll have to pry my cold, dead, corpse away."