- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- It varies. I can't promise much consistency due to my chaotic life.
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Transgender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- Horror, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Superpowers, Drama. Also, romance is required with me because I will get bored without it.
The comments on the security had her nodding in agreement. "I'll be running ahead to plant some controlled explosives that I'll activate after we escape. Should be able to avoid triggering any alarms, at least until I start infecting their database." This job was going to be tiring. Talking about it out loud had her remembering this. It was a good thing she had Warren here to help, otherwise she might not make it without some severe injuries. That is, if she didn't get killed instead.
His question was simple yet the answer was...complicated. While that wasn't an uncommon thing to be asked, it had been a while since someone cared enough to bring it up. There were personal details she didn't feel too comfortable with sharing, for fear he might suddenly change his mind and want to leave. "Things at home didn't work out. I had nowhere to belong, and I was nothing of value to those around me. I needed to find some way to fend for myself," she started with, making a glance over her shoulder before returning her sights to the path. They would be there soon. "Just seemed like this line of work was the only way my skills could be put to proper use. Turns out I'm very good at it, so I stuck with it. And the pay is good." Admittedly, she was motivated by the money. Not exactly was this a steady income but it provided enough that she could live comfortably.
"What of you?" Seemed polite to return the question. Mercenaries always had their reasons for doing what they did. She could admit to a genuine interest in the mechanical looking human, too.
His question was simple yet the answer was...complicated. While that wasn't an uncommon thing to be asked, it had been a while since someone cared enough to bring it up. There were personal details she didn't feel too comfortable with sharing, for fear he might suddenly change his mind and want to leave. "Things at home didn't work out. I had nowhere to belong, and I was nothing of value to those around me. I needed to find some way to fend for myself," she started with, making a glance over her shoulder before returning her sights to the path. They would be there soon. "Just seemed like this line of work was the only way my skills could be put to proper use. Turns out I'm very good at it, so I stuck with it. And the pay is good." Admittedly, she was motivated by the money. Not exactly was this a steady income but it provided enough that she could live comfortably.
"What of you?" Seemed polite to return the question. Mercenaries always had their reasons for doing what they did. She could admit to a genuine interest in the mechanical looking human, too.