Nope. I meant spare. DOUBLE PISTOLAS ACROSS THE SKY
RUN MAGGOT
RUN
maggot?
/SWAGS OFF DA PLACE
(( lasdjfaweyfaiuwoefjlakdjfalskdfj ))
Je suis Gaspar de la Croix. I serve Cesare Borgia in his conquest of Italy.
[RP blog for ACRP]
[MSN: frenchengineer@live.com]
My backstory for Gaspar
Nope. I meant spare. DOUBLE PISTOLAS ACROSS THE SKY
RUN MAGGOT
RUN
maggot?
/SWAGS OFF DA PLACE
(( lasdjfaweyfaiuwoefjlakdjfalskdfj ))
well what if i- /STEALS GUN, RUNS ))LAKJSDFJJAWIEFHUAOIJFDK MEEEEEEEERDE /USES SPARE TO SHOOT AT))
SEE. NOW YOU CAN’T IGNORE M- /DODGES/ OH SHIT /FLEES ))
Nope. I meant spare. DOUBLE PISTOLAS ACROSS THE SKY
RUN MAGGOT
RUN
well what if i- /STEALS GUN, RUNS ))
LAKJSDFJJAWIEFHUAOIJFDK MEEEEEEEERDE /USES SPARE TO SHOOT AT))
(( /rolls around
I don’t do very much with this character… probably because if you talk to him he’s as likely to shoot you as he is to straight out ignore you
8’C ))
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(Source: urjaydrew)
Merde, why is it so noisy today?! I cannot get a single fucking thing done, fils de pute!
I need people to snark at q~q
In an instant, Gaspar jerked back, whipping out the butt of the arquebus to slam into the intruder’s chest. His sharpened compass was out in his hand and brandished threateningly beside him, when he finally got a good look at the intruder’s face. Or his mask.
“You! Putain idiot, je devrais vous tirer dessus où vous vous situez!” Gaspar snarled at him, marching forward and swinging out his leg towards the other, aiming to kick him firmly in the shins. “Get the hell of my property!”
Seraffo coughed at the impact on his chest and it sent him a good ways out of the man’s reach. The doctor however just laughed, not really understanding what had been said to him but he laughed nonetheless. “Your property~?” He cheeped, jumping to miss the swinging weapon that was aimed at his legs. “Why~? It’s so nice here~”
Gaspar scowled. “It would be nicer with one less doctor fouling the air. Have you nothing better to do than torment me?” He jerked back towards his set up and began reloading the gun, keeping one eye on the doctor. “Is it too much to hope you’re here on actual business, or are you just begging to become home to my next bullet?”
