The ‘Hellhound’ Roleplay

Malik to Dragen

“Suit yourself, just don’t get hungry again and eat that hand we had to cut off that guy for the bounty. I know how much you like fresh flesh.” Starts looking around the court, “now where was the stand that had the sandwiches I’ve been craving?”

“......” Atlas spots something across the court, he stands with his eyes wide, points and shouts, “KITTY” he lunges towards the creature, taking flight and soaring across the court

Dragen To Malik

Dragen Shrugs “I have no idea where it is. Why do you ask me questions when you know for a fact I neither want to nor care to answer them?”

One second, Atlas is standing next to the captain, and the next he is halfway across the court. James turned, an eyebrow raised. “Kitty?” He murmured, simply following behind his friend. “I need to get a leash for him.” He murmured, rolling his ruby red eye.

Dragen side steps the man jumping towards him and watches him crash to the floor faceplanting. He quickly places his hand on his belt ready for anything.

Atlas lands hard, jumps back up, spins and tackles the cat “LET ME LOVE YOU!”

James grabbed Atlas by the back of the jacket, pulling him back, “The kitty doesn’t want to love you, he wants to shred you.”

Malik pulls out his pistol quickly placing the sites on the man following the thing that just lunged at his partner.

James blinked at Malik, looking bored, “I come in peace.” He drawled, keeping a hand on Atlas’ jacket.

Atlas has hooked himself onto the cat's back, and begins scratching the cat behind the ears and under his chin

Dragen extends one claw from his paw and places it directly under the mans’ chin.

Malik to James

Keeping a steady aim at James’ head, “Well we don’t until your man stops manhandling my partner.”

James huffed, dragging Atlas off of Dragen,  “Altas, enough.” He ordered. “Or I’ll feed you to him for lunch.” The Captain turned to the bounty hunters, “He’s a bit batty.” He explained, smirking at them.

Atlas lays flat on his back “uuuuugh. Fiiiiiine. Sorry. Whatever”

Spinning his pistol in is hand, Malik holsters it.

From within the folds of Dragens cloak a tiny dagger emerges floating around Dragens head. He grabs it and a smirk flashes across his face. Keeping the dagger in his hand.

James shot Atlas a grin, “Hey, y’all wanna have some fun?” He asked the hunters, “We can just have a friendly duel.” He suggested with a smirk.

Atlas perks up at the floating dagger. “Ooooh, Kitty has tricks. I like this one” He grins, and flicks out half of a wrist blade, “this is actually interesting”

Dragen looks at Malik with a devilish grin “It’s been a while since we had some fun. I mean literally a few minutes but...” Dragen pulls off his belt and with a flick of his wrist the entire belt becomes a thin sword. He throws the dagger up in the air and in the blink of an eye it becomes and old fashioned pin grenade. Dragen begins flicking the pin with his claws.

Malik to Dragen and James

“Sure, why not? This should be fun.” Malik starts to fiddle with the hammer of his pistols.

James chuckled, “Fun!” He turned to Atlas, “Ready?” He asked, a smirk spreading across his face and a mischievous glint appearing in his single eye.

[ ***italics is James talking telepathically!!!*** ]

Atlas grins, and flaps his coat, releasing hundreds of paper swans into the air, where they float above the group under James' control. Atlas flicks his wrist blades fully out, “Whose first?”

Malik looks between them, “So how are we going to do this, obviously we can’t do it here in the middle of the food court.”

James to Malik
“Why not?” He asked, shrugging.

Dragen tosses the grenade in the air again and it morphs into a smoke grenade “Oh? Why not, Malik? Here is perfect.”