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thirty-four

december 21st

wyndon, calar

demirom. pansex.

pro fighter, hitman

executive

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where the delicate stops

6 ft 11 in (~211 cm) height

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Cain Toman

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POSTED ON Mar 31, 2024 19:58:12 GMT

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Loathe as he was to ever admit it, the bespeckled sight of evening cityscapes had always held the faintest spot within his heart. There had always been something about watching the numerous lights flicker throughout the cities he’d called home in the past; something that soothed him throughout whatever times of stress may have ailed him.[break][break]

It was just a shame that sightseeing hadn’t been the goal that night.[break][break]

An idle gaze of amber lingered through the empty window before them, narrowed and pensive as he leaned against the wall flanking it. He listened to the ambiance nearby (the assembling of firearms proved to be just as familiar of a sound as always, and if it hadn’t been for the situation at hand, he may have even thought it to be satisfying, to a degree), his arms crossed over his chest as he scanned the numerous buildings far below.[break][break]

He inhaled deeply, sighing before turning his head towards the person accompanying him.[break][break]

”So how long’re we supposed t’be waitin’ ‘ere, fer those fuckers t’get back, again?” he murmured, inquisitive and vaguely impatient, all the same. ”Five minutes? Ten?”[break][break]

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[attr="class","cam"]"Not much longer," came her reply.

Camellia's hands worked busily to stock the pockets lining her tactical gear: spare bullets, filling clips to load into magazines should she need them, lining her body with spare knives.

It was all familiar work for the assassin. Not to mention, her ghost-type Pokemon were ready to be used at any moment's notice.

She looked past her mask at Cain Toman, her bloody gaze narrowed as a smirk crawled across her lips. "You're impatient, for a hitman. Relax, enjoy the show."

Voices came from below.

"It's our cue. Let's move."

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caturix

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thirty-four

december 21st

wyndon, calar

demirom. pansex.

pro fighter, hitman

executive

show me

where the delicate stops

6 ft 11 in (~211 cm) height

you can call me king of the world

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Cain Toman

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POSTED ON Apr 12, 2024 18:42:49 GMT

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He clicked his tongue, a wry grin stretching across his lips as he narrowed his eyes at her.[break][break]

”’Impatient,’ my fuckin’ ass,” he bit back, snickering. His chest lifted as a heavy breath entered his lungs, all while hues of amber directed themselves back towards the space leading outside. ”Call it what ya want. Just tryna double check the info, ‘n all…”[break][break]

His eyes drifted down absentmindedly, focused on no building nor object in particular as the selfsame voices referenced by his partner met his ears. Beneath his mask, his tongue pressed softly against the inner walls of his cheek as an idling, open smirk stretched across his lips.[break][break]

He pushed himself from the window, pressing a couple of knuckles against a small arrangement of switches along the jaw of his mask before his voice filtered through once more, that time distorted.[break][break]

”Get yer comms up ‘n ready, then~.”[break][break]

Turning, he gave a couple of paces towards the entryway into the room before his hand lifted, promptly resting itself against the form of a knelt Golurk as it manifested into view. The Rocket glimpsed over his shoulder, nodding her way.[break][break]

”I’ll be meetin’ ya down below~.”[break][break]

One Phantom Force later alongside his ghastly titan, and he was gone.[break][break]

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scarlet dove

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POSTED ON Apr 14, 2024 6:33:49 GMT

[attr="class","cam"]"Sure, sure. Whatever you say." Her typical bite was absent as she quipped with her Galarian counterpart, a chuckle emitted from her mask and going through their comms. It was too often that she was assigned to missions such as these with inexperienced grunts or those who claimed to work her line and not know what they were doing.

The moment she met Cain Toman, Camellia had the familiar feeling that he knew what he was doing and was prepared. And she was thankful that she didn't have to babysit.

"I liked your voice better without the distortion," she spoke, flipping her own as she trailed the other way. She spared him one last glance, saluting him as he disappeared with his GOLURK.

Camellia dropped her SLOWBRO, releasing from her ball when she appeared in front of the open door below. The voices were confused, their guard immediately rising — until she used AMNESIA to confuse them, lulling them into a sense of security as the assassin descended.

"They're ready for you," she spoke into her comm, almost singsong as it mixed with her Kalosian accent.

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caturix

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thirty-four

december 21st

wyndon, calar

demirom. pansex.

pro fighter, hitman

executive

show me

where the delicate stops

6 ft 11 in (~211 cm) height

you can call me king of the world

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Cain Toman

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POSTED ON May 4, 2024 19:31:08 GMT

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A chuckle through the communication line, coupled with a brief and violent distortion as both man and monster were made manifest within one of the rooms of the hunted.[break][break]

”Well fuck, I’ll be makin’ sure t’give ye ‘n earful later, then,” he snickered under his breath, hushed yet amused all the same.[break][break]

Peering over his shoulder, gave a glimpse towards the Golurk accompanying him moment before it dispersed back into shadow. The flickers of shade left within its wake coiled softly around his form as he crouched down in silence, his form pressed lightly against the wall to his flank as he listened to the voices within the room beyond. A silent breath passed through his nose as he reached for the knob of the door some feet away, his gaze idling upon the dimmed floorboards beneath him as footfalls, tones, and anything of the sort became a focus for him.[break][break]

He’d only begun to open the door as a rise of voices began to erupt in confusion, his tongue clicking as a sense of alertness surged within him. The assumption of something gone awry— it was only natural to assume before the rise of it all immediately crashed back down, leaving the group before him at a loss as a few more words rang into his ear.[break][break]

Wryly and with a scoffing smile, he narrowed his eyes as he strode forward—his hands brandished with knuckles—as he before giving his fingers a roll and pivoting his body, sending a swiftly-closing fist careening into the head of an unsuspecting prey as he found himself at the mercy of the Amnesia.[break][break]

One collision behind the ear was enough to send him barreling down, and one silenced shot of a familiar gun soon after. Just as the first fell, he had already been en route to the next, carrying the momentum along as he lunged for them. Brass met chin in an uppercut, followed soon by steel against temple as he cracked the butt of his gun into the same person’s head.[break][break]

”Don’t go lettin’ me ‘ave all th’ fun, now…!” he barked, sending a quick glimpse towards the woman in the doorway. His attention shifted almost immediately towards one of the other men, however—the earliest to be roused again, by the look of it—and moved swiftly to evade the brunt of a hit.[break][break]

His had been the cost, however, as it was knocked free from his grasp and sent clattering towards a corner of the room.[break][break]

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