@Leo-Valdez-Is-The-God-Of-Chaos
"You remember that boyfriend of yours? The one who tried to kill you?" Echo opened the bag and pulled a few skittles out. (lol)
"You remember that boyfriend of yours? The one who tried to kill you?" Echo opened the bag and pulled a few skittles out. (lol)
(Bro I was literally thinking "but what if she was just giving him cookies tho")
"Which one?" She asked drily, then shook her head at the sad attempt at a joke. "Yeah, why?"
(lol)
"He resurfaced, I've heard he's out breeding dogs or something in Winchester." Echo tossed a skittle in the air and caught it in his mouth. "I might be addicted." He rattled the bag and laughed.
"Yeah, well, you are one of my sole sources of income, so don't try to end your addiction now," Adrestia told him. "And as for that idiot, well… I hope one of those dogs tears his throat out," she said brightly.
((I love that he's supposed to be a tough, wisecracking guy, but then he's like this))
((Yeah he's essentially me if I came out of my shell))
((I love him))
"Yeah, some people are like that." Echo offered a handful of the candy to his dealer. "I've got my own pain-in-the-back ex-friends."
Something in Echo's pocket buzzed. "Speaking of which…" He popped another handful of candy in his mouth. "I'd best be going, I hope you can sort things out with your ex." He winked and stood up.
(I've got to go sry)
Shaking her head at the offer, Adrestia tilted her head. "It's so weird to think about people with actual lives," she joked. "Like, is the rest of the world normal and we're just really weird, or is the rest of the world weird and we're normal? Philosophical question of the day. You're welcome." She nodded her head as if to agree with herself, then kept walking.
(It's all good)
Echo laughed. "Well, I'm no philosopher, but I'd say that everyone thinks different is weird, and they say everyone is different." Echo waved as he walked away. "As always, a pleasure doing business with ya."
"A pleasure, indeed," she agreed, waving with a single hand gesture. "Enjoy your sweets."
"No need to tell me twice." He disappeared around a corner.
A moment later, a motorcycle zoomed past, Echo riding it.
hello. I am IAMUS, I was wondering if you had another spot or no? I saw something that said always open so I thought. HELL WHY THE HECK Not, or. is this RP dead.
So it returns to my dash…
Yeah hi you can join I think it might be dead but we'll have to wait and see, maybe give it a few days before you give up on it but yeah please come in to this little rp
Oh, are we reviving this?
I think so.
A shaded figure sat on the skeleton of a ruined building with a large sniper rifle in hand, slowly turning as he scoped Echo considering whether or not to pull the trigger. He decided not to and slung the rifle over his back, swiftly descending the building to his own more rugged dirt bike "You ain't getting away. Nah, If you do I won't get my freaking pay"
So. If this collides with the plot, let me know. But somebody wants echo's head on a platter. Don't know who yet though.
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