Tim Merridy
"Save the world more then a dozen times from eldritch nightmare fuel that makes Lovecraft look like Dr Seuss before I was old enough to drive and this is how I'm re-payed, no respect.at.all."
Tim snickered at the comment, but he stayed still, hoping the police-men would understand that he had already given up.
"I think. I will be 'resisting arrest' by leaving, I still have to find the girl that supposedly has the evidence need to burn this whole 'Hero Registration' thing to the ground."
"Oh? She does?" he asked, sounding rather interested in the fact. Even so, he dismissed it as nothing, Tim didn't need Unicorn to know he had any interest in Rias. "Peculiar."
Perhaps I'm better of trying to wreck havoc than letting them take me, then. But playing the role of someone trying to redeem himself is so much more fun.
Tim shrugged. He laughed quietly as she left, unable to take the heat, and looked towards the police-officers.
"It's me and you now, right? Well, here's a surprise for you. I give up. You can have me. All I want is a chance to change, to join this... hero organization, right? Look," he put his hands up, the spikes on his armor disappearing. "I can be a good guy too. I've never hurt anyone, all I wanted was a little fun. Just give me a chance."
He sounded as sincere as anyone could, pretending to be innocent and misunderstood. "I'm sure that you could talk it over with that boss of yours. Well, new boss of yours. The business woman, she's bought you all out, right?" Tim couldn't help himself, mocking the sell-out police was just too tempting for him to resist it.
I never did claim to have good impulse control. I mean, I'm a villain, I'm not supposed to either.
The police-officers didn't respond, simply kept their guns on him as they prepared for the arrival of the ones intended for these kinds of jobs, he was sure. However, hopefully one of them would have the sense to contact that woman.
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Sirius Hamilton
Sirius had decided against walking home, instead taking a taxi back to his apartment. Daniel and him had spoken more about his art, and though Sirius wasn't exactly sure why, it sometimes felt like they had more in common than the other let on. He couldn't explain why or how, though. It had been enjoyable, though, he felt like he had walked a mile further to getting appreciation for his art than before. It was difficult to think of other things, he was simply going through what Daniel had said in his mind, a sort of celebration on his own. Perhaps it was odd, repeating the praise to himself. However, with every word of praise, he thought he could "feel" a little happier, even if it wasn't true.
Sirius was so lost in his thoughts that it wasn't until he nudged the door and realized it was open that he remembered what he had told Tess. She would be inside now, right. Probably have been there for a while too.
At least I hope that's her. Else it could be burglars.
Sirius didn't like that thought, he had items worth quite a lot of money inside, even if they were put away when he didn't use them. He slowly opened his door, prepared for that there could be someone dangerous there, but only saw Tess lying on his couch. A bit relieved, he took his jacket of and went to the kitchen to get a little water, wondering if Tess had been sleeping for long.
I wonder if I should wake her up. She looks really tired. But she could be sick too.
It was probably better for him to do it carefully now, than to have her suddenly react to a loud noise and get startled. Not that he was planning on making one, but better safe than sorry. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but it was also partly because he just wanted to wake her up.
"Hi," he said, and carefully nudged her awake. "Tess, it's me. Sirius. I'm sorry to wake you up, I just want to see if you are okay."
"Save the world more then a dozen times from eldritch nightmare fuel that makes Lovecraft look like Dr Seuss before I was old enough to drive and this is how I'm re-payed, no respect.at.all."
Tim snickered at the comment, but he stayed still, hoping the police-men would understand that he had already given up.
"I think. I will be 'resisting arrest' by leaving, I still have to find the girl that supposedly has the evidence need to burn this whole 'Hero Registration' thing to the ground."
"Oh? She does?" he asked, sounding rather interested in the fact. Even so, he dismissed it as nothing, Tim didn't need Unicorn to know he had any interest in Rias. "Peculiar."
Perhaps I'm better of trying to wreck havoc than letting them take me, then. But playing the role of someone trying to redeem himself is so much more fun.
Tim shrugged. He laughed quietly as she left, unable to take the heat, and looked towards the police-officers.
"It's me and you now, right? Well, here's a surprise for you. I give up. You can have me. All I want is a chance to change, to join this... hero organization, right? Look," he put his hands up, the spikes on his armor disappearing. "I can be a good guy too. I've never hurt anyone, all I wanted was a little fun. Just give me a chance."
He sounded as sincere as anyone could, pretending to be innocent and misunderstood. "I'm sure that you could talk it over with that boss of yours. Well, new boss of yours. The business woman, she's bought you all out, right?" Tim couldn't help himself, mocking the sell-out police was just too tempting for him to resist it.
I never did claim to have good impulse control. I mean, I'm a villain, I'm not supposed to either.
The police-officers didn't respond, simply kept their guns on him as they prepared for the arrival of the ones intended for these kinds of jobs, he was sure. However, hopefully one of them would have the sense to contact that woman.
Hiei can decide if they do it, or if they just arrest him instead. I don't know what Mina's told them, after all
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Sirius Hamilton
Sirius had decided against walking home, instead taking a taxi back to his apartment. Daniel and him had spoken more about his art, and though Sirius wasn't exactly sure why, it sometimes felt like they had more in common than the other let on. He couldn't explain why or how, though. It had been enjoyable, though, he felt like he had walked a mile further to getting appreciation for his art than before. It was difficult to think of other things, he was simply going through what Daniel had said in his mind, a sort of celebration on his own. Perhaps it was odd, repeating the praise to himself. However, with every word of praise, he thought he could "feel" a little happier, even if it wasn't true.
Sirius was so lost in his thoughts that it wasn't until he nudged the door and realized it was open that he remembered what he had told Tess. She would be inside now, right. Probably have been there for a while too.
At least I hope that's her. Else it could be burglars.
Sirius didn't like that thought, he had items worth quite a lot of money inside, even if they were put away when he didn't use them. He slowly opened his door, prepared for that there could be someone dangerous there, but only saw Tess lying on his couch. A bit relieved, he took his jacket of and went to the kitchen to get a little water, wondering if Tess had been sleeping for long.
I wonder if I should wake her up. She looks really tired. But she could be sick too.
It was probably better for him to do it carefully now, than to have her suddenly react to a loud noise and get startled. Not that he was planning on making one, but better safe than sorry. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but it was also partly because he just wanted to wake her up.
"Hi," he said, and carefully nudged her awake. "Tess, it's me. Sirius. I'm sorry to wake you up, I just want to see if you are okay."