You're kidding right? (Trish/Closed)

[geoff]

Crimson Destroyer
If you think you can turn a weakness into a strength, I hate to tell you, but that's another weakness

Oh the wonders of a new job. Apparently Geoff's scary reputation got around Cocoon seeing as he was being led to a big company leader. Someone who wanted someone dead, seeing as they found Geoff. An Assassin paid by the mission and remorseless with his actions. This would be fun. Getting paid wouldn't be so bad right now seeing as Geoff was getting tight on cash after running around looking for the fluffly white haired prince and his bratty sister. Time to get some important things done. Time to get a mission in and kill someone. Fun stuff.

As Geoff walked on the cold dark streets of Cocoon he approached a dark ally, where someone would be waiting for him with information on this task. Little did he know he wouldn't exactly be working alone. He walked into the ally, his one crimson eye almost glowing in the blackness of night. "So...You've got the information?" Geoff said shoving his hands into the pockets of his trench coat with a sly grin as a man gave him a large envelope with information and pictures inside it, Anything Geoff needed to get his target. "Alright then. I'll just be on my way-" "Wait" Said the...messanger man.

Geoff stopped. What now? Was there more information to be heard? "What." Geoff asked not facing the man. "The boss wants to assign you a partner...just to make sure the job gets done right." Geoff was fuming. He preferred to work alone now and days. "Who...is he?" Geoff said turning his head slightly letting his one visable eye stare down the man. "H-he's....a She sir." The man studdered. And Geoff, was pissed.

[trish]

♥..BabyDoll..♥

"Didn't your daddy ever teach you how to wield a sword."

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Trish took a couple steps forward listening to the mumbling coming from below her. The idea of having a partner was irking. It really irritated her, because she figures that working alone would make things go way faster. Maybe she'd learn to get along with the fellar. Hopefully the assassination will run smoothly and no drama would be involved along the way. Killing something an/or someone would take her mind off things.

As she stepped to the edge of the building she looked below her. Watching the conversation between a messenger man and most likely her assigned partner. "Uhh, really. Does the world hate me?! I have know time for rudeness & incompetence today." She said irritated. Watching the boy and seeing his actions, let Trish know what type of person he was. Just the type that annoys here and makes her sometimes wanna blow her brains out. She's done it before, and lived.

Trish jumped down from the 32.5 foot tall building, landing perfectly fine on her feet. She flipped her hair, walking towards her 'supposely' assigned partner. "So I have a document on the information and other things that should help us along the way. And excuse my manners, my name is Trish... Trish Hale."
Trish placed both her hands behind her reaching out & groping her two specialized guns, Luce & Ombra. With the Sparda sword attached to a strap on her back, and Luce & Ombra in her hands. Trish was ready to go and complete another mission.

[geoff]

Crimson Destroyer
If you think you can turn a weakness into a strength, I hate to tell you, but that's another weakness

Well this was just great. No not great. FREAKING FANTASTIC! Geoff being partnered up was bad enough, but with a girl? No doubt this would be a disaster. She was probably way into her looks and had to check her makeup every 5 minutes. At least those were the types of girls Geoff saw all the time. Geoff felt like punching this guy in the throat or something, but was distracted by the girl who just suddenly appeared on the scene and introduced herself as Trish Hale. So this was his partner? Shocker. A blond. Geoff simply nodded at her Introduction, not caring about anything she had to say or even her name. “Geoff” He simply replied his name looking away from the girl.

This would be so much Fun. Not. Anyways, better get going. “Let’s go.” He said in an irritated tone as he turned away from the scared man and Trish taking a few strides forward and out of the alleyway. “So…whoever we’re after, must be somewhere close. Im guessing you know the layout of this town better than I do.” He said folding his arms across his chest and turning his head some to look back at Trish, but he wasn’t even looking at her, it was his patched eye that was turned towards her, the patch his bangs covered a lot but it was still visible. “Can we get a move on here Barbie? I’d like to get this done and over with so I can get paid and go home.” Geoff grumbled walking off again with a few quick angry strides. This would be the last time Geoff tolerated a partnership in his work. He had other things to worry about right now.

Geoff pulled out the envelope he was given and started reading some of the information about this person they were supposed to kill. It seemed easy enough. Seemed business men all wanted the spotlight when it came to sales. Taking out competition was the hard part, and that’s where this assassination came in. After skimming the documents, pictures, and any other information he was given Geoff pulled out one of his twin 400 magnum hand guns and gripped it tight in his right hand. “We’re going to need to make this quick, Apparently this guy has some body guards lately….there might be more than one death tonight.” The thought made Geoff grin, he didn’t care who or what died anymore. Life was meaningless to him, at least, other lives aside from his own.

[trish]

♥..BabyDoll..♥

"Didn't your daddy ever teach you how to wield a sword."

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Everything started to get a little tense, so Trish thought maybe we she get a move on. "If these guns don't start projecting at people and if this sword isn't slashing the body parts off of other humans. Someone's gonna die here !" She said swinging her guns around in a circular motion, on each hand. She looked at his face, and it seemed as if he was angry at the situation of having a partner. Trish really didn't mind of having a partner. She just hope he doesn't get in the way of anything, that would tend to slow them down.

"Hmm." she mumbled as he pronounced his name to her. Responding to her statement. "Well Geoff, we better get a move o-..." Trish spoke not completing her sentence because he had already said 'lets go'. Trish began walking behind him rolling her eyes as his back was turned. "Yeah, I know this town pretty well. Considering that I was created here and has been around for like 100 years." She said whispering that last part, making sure he didn't here it. The wind started picking up and her hair started blowing gracefully in the wind. Trish tilted her head over a bit, trying to stretch it out a little. She looked at him as he turned around facing her. It was something black covering his eye. She couldn't tell what it was because, his bangs had been covering it a little. It may have been an eye patch.

"Soo, why do you have on the eye patch? What happened to your eye?" She asked. As she awaited for his response. He declared they needed to get a move on, so he can get paid and go home. "Uhgg, excuse me!?! Did you just call me barbie?!?!! There's nothing plastic about me ok. My hair is 100% me. My breast are definitely real, of course." She spoke pushing them up a bit. "So I'd really like if you be nice to me, or say nothing to me at all !" She spoke with a hint of anger in her voice. This is the type of non-sense she was thinking about. Hoping this sort of thing wouldn't happen.

When they arrived at the destination, she'd take her anger out on all the people who'd get in her way. As she kept moving alone, Geoff opened the envelope and she heard the pulling out of his weapon. "Hmm." Trish sounded. "More people to kill. This will be absolutely remarkable." She spoke.

[geoff]

Crimson Destroyer
If you think you can turn a weakness into a strength, I hate to tell you, but that's another weakness

Was she trying to sound tough or something? Whatever. Girls were girls and that’s all they’d ever be, nothing more. Trying to act tough and trying to get attention, it’s all they ever did. Could this get any worse? Better not jinx it. “Okay, if you know this place so well…where are we going?” Geoff said as he came to a stop and looked around. This place wasn’t familiar to him so of course he wouldn’t know where to go. Typical. But it made him feel…like the side kick. Letting her lead was probably a bad idea, if she just told him where to go that was better.

Oh. So she noticed the eye patch? It wasn’t Geoff’s favorite topic, but she asked and as much as he hated to be a…gentlemen, he’d answer her. With a roll of his eyes, as he wasn’t facing her so she wouldn’t see, Geoff sighed before turning around and flipped his bangs back some to reveal the patch a little more. Underneath the bottom edge of the patch was the tiny end of a scar, and on the top was the same. The main part of the scar going over his patched eye. “If you must know…Before I ever became…uh Like this.” He said gesturing to his dark attire and all around scary appearance. “I used to be a Commanding Soldier in the army of my home world…A commander…it was great. But…I…Was attacked and became blinded in one eye. The end.” He said rushing the end of his story instead of telling the truth. By then, he had turned around and started off again before she started complaining about Barbie and what not.

Geoff smirked at her response and request that either he be nice or not talk at all. “I’m not sure about the nice part really. But the not talking to you, I can do. Of course we’re working together so that’s probably not a wise option. I’ll try my best to contain my…comments and what not.” He said coming to a stop and his town dying down to a normal tone instead of angry or hostile towards this girl. "Sorry" Although this was utterly irritating to him, there was still that chivalric side of him that took over sometimes, where he was to be polite to women and what not. With that thought in his head, about being a former soldier and what not, Geoff looked at the chain around his neck, the dog tag on it actually. It was his Soldier tag, had his initials and rank on it. How he missed those days, being the beloved hero instead of the hated villain.

[trish]

♥..BabyDoll..♥

"Didn't your daddy ever teach you how to wield a sword."

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"Its quite obvious where we are right now. We just left an alley and we have just entered the streets of Cocoon." ;D
She said trying to be humorous. Trish didn't like being the lead. It was always kinda complicated. Because she's always pressured and feels that she may lead into the wrong direction, which makes her nervous and panic. But she stills find her away around without any help.

The wind started picking up again and Geoff began talking. Her hair blew back on its own, which means she wouldn't have to move it away from her ears to listen to him. "The power of nature." Trish thought. She listen to his short sob story. 'Boring,' she thought. But it was worth knowing what happened. "Did you used to act like this when you were a Soldier. If not why were you attacked? But if you did, I see why you were attacked. Everyone gets what they deserve, right?!" She spoke facing forward not turning her head to even slightly look at him. Trish thought he deserved what he was given. Unless it was an animal. Then he probably still needed it. "You know it's a word for that.... Karma. I don't know if you've ever heard of it with the small IQ you have." She said. Trish had been starting to give him back the disrespect he gave to her. Just to see how it feels.

"Then we might as well not talk." Trish grouched. She thought it was very considerate of him to agree to her plan of them keeping quiet to each other. So they could ease the tension and things wouldn't end with blood everywhere and body parts scattered across the city. "Did you just say... Sorry?!!? Wow, I'm shocked, and I've only known you for about 9 minutes.. Maybe more." She spoke. Trish was surprised that the "S" word actually rolled out of his mouth. She wonders if he does this often. Maybe not, with his rockstar hair, horrible personality, rude attitude, and an Emo like appearance as well. She knows it's just an act he tries to put on. But Trish can see straight through. He has to be acting this way fro some reason. Maybe because of a horrible childhood, bad breakup, is on drugs, socially inept, or so emotionally & mentally ill that he expresses his feelings in a rude and hurtful manner. It's bound to be one of the things she's listed. If not she doesn't know what his problem is.

Trish turned her head both ways looking at the view they've been passing. "Ahh, where is this place ! I hate walking." She shouted angrily. "Wait." She wondered. Trish just got an idea. She thought is she used her devil trigger, maybe the could get there faster. Trish closed her eyes, and began breathing in deeply. A yellow aura began to surround her. She reached in her back pocket and slid out her shades. As she put them on she stopped walking. Trish turned around facing Geoff. With the devil trigger she could raid the skies and fly to the destination. And while in the air they could have an easy access to sneak in. "Listen here instead of walking we're gonna fly. And while we're up there I'm gonna need you to give me the directions. I wouldn't normally ask for directions it's just that I'm gonna be to busy trying to find us an easier route and I won't have time to figure out where we going, because I'll be living the moment while your feeble-minded brain can actually start to process the intelligence you seem to be lacking. OK."

Trish grabbed Geoff's arm and jumped high in the sky beginning to fly. On there way to accomplished the assigned task.

[geoff]

Crimson Destroyer
If you think you can turn a weakness into a strength, I hate to tell you, but that's another weakness

If this was how it was gonna be…sarcastic and annoying, then Geoff was just going to shoot her himself if she didn’t shut up or cut the attitude. He did, so why not her? Geoff sighed as they returned to the story of his eyepatch. “I was different when I was a soldier.” He spoke not looking at her, reminiscing the good old days when he was a glorified soldier…a commander. Those were the good days when he had no big worries except what his next mission would be. Things were about the same, just in a much darker way. “I was much more…chivalric back in my army days…” He folded his arms as the moment was broke by her comment of his small IQ.

He figured he better not say anything. Maybe later down the road he would just shoot her. It’d make the comments stop. On that lovely thought he just started to ignore her, a little. “If you didn’t hear it the first time I’m not repeating myself.” He grumbled as he looked at the surrounding area, couldn’t they have given him a better description of their targets whereabouts? Instead of a corporation building name and nothing else. That would be fun to find in a city full of buildings.

Geoff agreed with her, he hated walking as well. So why not get his bike? It was only around the corner, but as he started off she talked some more. Instead of walking…they were going to…Fly? Oh hell no! Geoff was going to run for it before his arm was grabbed and soon he was off the ground. If only he had trusted this girl, things wouldn’t seem so bad right now, but for now he was just praying to whatever god there was here that she wouldn’t drop him. His eyes scanned down the buildings looking for the right one. Easy enough he spotted the right sign for the right building. He grinned to himself. “Alright. Building about 3 blocks south. Giant white letters on it, that’s our target’s whereabouts. Land there.” He said still wishing he had his motorcycle instead of this whole…flying thing.