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WHO: Raven, Bullseye
WHERE: THE PARK
WHEN: Post-Crow fight most likely… late at night… WHEN NOBODY IS AROUND O_O
WARNINGS: Bullseye being an ass
SUMMARY: Bullseye tries to pull a fast one.
FORMAT: WHATEVER



The same place, a later time. The pain was there again, and while he was most certainly an overbearing masochist, doing without it was much better. It increased his drive more. The adrenaline rush only lasted song long. Despite his notoriety, Bullseye like anyone else, eventually became exhausted. It wasn’t JUST the pain from the fight though. No, he could handle that. He liked that. The medication. The fucking medication. When was this going to stop? It was like being in rehab for something you didn’t even like to begin with.

This time around, he was in full costume. It was torn in various spots, most of the rips and tears inked with blood from wounds. While some of them were in the process of healing, spots of blood and pus were still seeping from others, especially the gash on his face.

Now he waited. One hand rested on a post of the garden’s gazebo, using it to support his stance.

Dumb bitch. She really was gonna keep this up? He didn’t get it. Sure it was useful, but it was starting to piss him off. Especially because he had the slightest inkling it was all out of pity.

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OH GOD THAT SOUNDS GOOD fff

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She was letting up. So there was a catch, not the one he expected, but a catch nevertheless. He wasn't going to be able to just use her and dispose of her as needed. In fact, she was going to stick around whether he liked it or not. Jesus Christ. This was the last time he was gonna' ask anything from this lady...

... But when it came to those headaches... he hated it when he couldn't think straight or focus. His entire being revolved around the idea of focus. Structure wasn't necessary. Hell, chaos was just fine and dandy. Focus though, he needed that.

This was so fucked up.

"I don't need nothin' else from you!" He snarled, swiping his hand forward in an attempt to backhand her.

IT IS... IT IS XD

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She paused just short of attempting to help his leg, feeling the spike in his emotions again. She could simply teleport herself away again, perhaps even throw up a quick shield of dark energy - but there was no point. She simply allowed the hand to impact, inhaling deeply as she was sent stumbling backwards.

It stung, just enough for her to subconciously press a hand against her face to relieve it. Her eyes locked with his, this time holding a much less haughty look in them.
"... what are you afraid of? I don't understand. I'm offering you free help, and I'm willing to look the other way on your crimes while doing so."

THIS LOG IS AMAZING SHEEEEEEEEEET

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Bullseye looked less than satisfied with the hit. In fact, he looked even angrier, but he couldn't do anything else. He never went down easy. It wasn't until he was incapacitated or brain dead that he ever actually stopped. He was damn near close to that point, but damned if he was going to let this bitch watch.

"That's the thing," he hissed, "There IS no catch. I thought that was fuckin' golden at first but now I get it. You feel sorry for me. You pity me. And that only pisses me off!" One hand slowly grazed over his belt as he spoke, brushing over a series of compartments for weaponry. So tempting.

"And that's what I hate about you people."

DAMN STRAIGHT

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As his words sunk in, an entirely new emotion began to creep forward into her mind. One of irritation, with just a smidge of anger underneath it. How dare he... how dare he judge her after what she was trying to do.

Raven slowly lifted up to her feet, lowering the hand from her cheek to let him see the slight mark that still remained there. Perhaps seeing some sort of flaw on her, that he had caused, would aid in this. It was power struggle, she saw that now. He didn't want to feel trapped, powerless, he wanted everything to be on top.

"I am hardly doing this because I pity you, or look down on you in any way. If that was the case I would be promptly dropping you off at the nearest hero base and having them patch you up, then condemn you for your crimes." she huffed in frustration, and stepped quite close to him. She wasn't afraid, there was a limit as to what he could do to her, and she knew it.
"I have selfish reasons for doing this, just none of them involve you paying me off."

you can assume WHAT IS COMING NEXT and counter the attack or whatever he can't do shit right now

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Well at least now he was getting half of a reaction out of her. That was somewhat satisfying. He eyed the mark on her cheek, and maintained his look of dissatisfaction. In fact, he wouldn't be satisfied until she stopped moving. Having somebody who had everything he stood against crouching down next to him and still talking, still moving, still breathing. His entire body went tense.

"Selfish reasons, huh? And what would those be? What the hell could you possibly THINK was selfish? You get off on seeing me kill people? Is that it? You can't do it your goddamn self so you keep making the booboos better so I'll just go out and do it more? Because of that's what it is, just fucking say so."

One hand closed over the holster on his gun.

Oh I already had something planned for this.

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His emotions were up and down, spiking like she had never encountered before - it somewhat gave her a head rush, however she kept coming close until she was a mere few inches from his face, staring up into the eyes behind the costume he wore.

"You would like that, wouldn't you - if I was just that dark? Unfortunately for you, I am worse than even that. You have no idea the people I have killed, the lives I have destroyed, the unspeakable acts I have committed against people I once loved."
She glared in warning, her eyes taking a black haze to them, "I am the daughter of evil itself, a demon child. You may try to kill me, many have, but I have always managed to make my way back. This body is just one that I have inhabited."

The slightest of smirks tugged at the corner of her lip.
"I may have even killed more than you in my lifetime. So you see, we have quite a lot in common."

oH SH

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Bullseye's hand wrapped tightly around the grip of the gun. It didn't make sense to pull it out now, not when she was this close. Of course, he'd done it before. Draw it, press it against her stomach, pull the trigger. It was easy as that.

"Worse?" He laughed the word out, clearly not believing her. "If you're so much worse, why do you think these so called "acts" are unspeakable? And if there are so many of them, why are you pretending like you didn't enjoy it?"

Bullseye grimaced a little and let out a low chortle, "Well inhabit this, bitch." Suddenly, he executed a quick draw, instantly firing as soon as it was pointed at her. He was relentless.

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Her pupils shrank the moment the heard the motion - there was no way she could teleport or shield herself completely in such a rapid moment. But this is what he needed - he needed to be in control the world around him. It had to be a split second decision for her, something she was not accustomed to making anymore.

As the fired shot ceased to echo in her ears, it was replaced by a very sharp, stinging pain against her stomach. The shield of dark matter she had placed around herself faded away, revealing a tear in her sleek dress, and a bit of blood beginning to trickle from the wound.
She managed to shield herself enough to prevent it from going clean through her - that she was blessed by Azar herself for - however she now sported a fiendish looking wound across her skin. It would heal, and she would remove the pain at a later point before any of her team noticed...

But he had managed to harm her, regardless of what she had anticipated to be her protection from him. Interesting.

Despite the pain, she cringed up at him.
"I never... once... mentioned that I did not enjoy it while I was doing such things. So are you quite done with this little game?"

DAAAAAAAAAAAAW *feels bad forever*

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She didn't move. She didn't teleport. She took it.

Crazy bitch.

Or maybe she did have a weakness. Finally, a form of satisfaction washed over his face. Yes yes yes. He grinned slyly, pleased with himself. It was a start. Yet she kept talking, going on about this and that. He didn't lower his weapon, though the strength in that particular arm was weakening.

"You don't wanna know the 'end game' for me, toots. So tell me, if you didn't enjoy it, why are you tryin' to be a hero now? You can't make up for those bodies you took down. So why not keep goin'?"

*hugs?*

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The pain threatened to bring tears to her eyes, however she fought it back - whatever she was feeling now was most likely nowhere near what he was feeling, based upon the wounds she could visibly see. What a lovely pair they made - standing under a gazebo in a park, both bleeding and seething all at the same time.

"Call it... teenage rebellion, if you must." she cocked an eyebrow at him, still cringing just a bit despite her best attempts to hide it. "My father would've wanted me to destroy entire galaxies, entire dimensions at his side. He took pleasure in the misery and murder of others."

NO NEVER i'm staying up too late oh god

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"Teenage rebellion? You're shitting me. My pops beat the shit outta' me and in turn, I killed him. You should do the same with your old man. But who am I kiddin'?" His finger hovered over the trigger.

"I'm givin' you ten seconds to get the hell outta' here. Ten seconds. Then I shoot and I shoot... and I shoot again. And I shoot until I've emptied this fuckin' canon in your head. Then you can spring up back to life wherever the hell you want in your next fuckin' body, so long is it ain't near me! TWO options here. Make your choice, slut."

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For the first time since her arrival, a rather menacing smirk begins to creep all the way across her face, followed by a very light chuckle. The sense of evil was still as intoxicating as she had remembered it - and the things that briefly went through her mind --- no... she wouldn't do that. Not with him.

"How very kind of you."
She continued to laugh lightly to herself, pulling her hood over her head. "So be it, I will leave. But mark my words, when the pain returns and is slowly pulsing it's way through your very veins, you will be looking for me again."

Tossing a quick glance over her shoulder, she allowed the smirk to fall into a rather kind smile - whether it was legitimate, or to cause him more turmoil, not even she knew. "And yet I will still come."

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Bullseye's lip curled up in disgust. For the slightest second, he'd seen a different side of her. Something more menacing, more intimidating. Then it was gone. Go figure. She couldn't hold up the act for long. Still, he was silent at her last words and it wasn't until she was out of earshot that he actually spoke. "Like hell you will."


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