"Demon hunting..tradition in my family.My dad was a demon hunter, so was his dad, and his dads dad." Nero said.Nero saw the faint outline of the city in the horizon.
"Just because its tradition doesn't mean you have to follow it. For example, if I followed tradition over a hundred years ago, I'd be a cook. Now, that doesn't mean I can't cook, I just didn't want to be a cook. Sorta found that out when I was playing with other children, but lets not get into that." Vladimir said, and stared at the city outline. Well, as long as his Army was doing a good job, he didn't care where they went.
"I don't mind being a Demon Hunter.I have fun doing it.Even if it nearly gets me killed quite often.The extremeness, the adrenaline.The extravaganza of it.". Nero tried to imagine Vladimir as a cook.He just couldn't do it, it wouldn't happen, it was that far off from what he knew Vladimir for.
"Well, could you imagine chef Vlad?" Vladimir laughed. He had often thought that sometimes, he could see himself as a cook.
(o.o that moment, when you realize your doing over 15 rps, )
"Yeah...I can't see it" he admitted,It was practically impossible for him to Imagine that, then again, his imagination was not very vivid.
"Yeah...I can't see it" he admitted,It was practically impossible for him to Imagine that, then again, his imagination was not very vivid.
(Lucky)
"Good. I hated that thought. Made me seem less... Manly." Vladimir said, and chuckled, the laugh out of him. He could laugh, if he wanted to.
"Good. I hated that thought. Made me seem less... Manly." Vladimir said, and chuckled, the laugh out of him. He could laugh, if he wanted to.
It took a lot to make Nero laugh.Usually it was people that think their strong when they were really weak and they get their asses kicked later on, or when people ultimantaly humiliated themselves that made him laugh.
"You are probably the most unresponsive individual I have ever met in my whole life. And that's saying something," Vladimir said, confused on Nero almost never said anything.
"Should I be taking that as a compliment-" he glared at Vladimir, "-or an insult?" He asked.
He usually responded more.But hell, most of responses when he didn't hold his tongue was insults or smart Ellic remarks.
He usually responded more.But hell, most of responses when he didn't hold his tongue was insults or smart Ellic remarks.
"Take it as you wish. I'd say take it as criticism. But that's me, not you." Vladimir said, tipping his hat. This was not the way he always acted around people. Usually he inspired fear and obedience. Not casualness and calmness.
"Critise all you like bud, don't change any damn thing" he said looking away.As said, insultive, or smart ellic.
"Okay, but I'm pretty sure that fair criticism, a good character and fair intelligence, and a rather persuasive pistol can change a lot," Vladimir said. Like before, fear and obedience. He wasn't keen on being giddy like he was before.
Nero shrugged.There wasent much he would fear, or anything.
"Suit yourself. Whiskey?" Vlad asked, holding out a whiskey flask. If they couldn't get to where they wanted to be, then they would have some fun here.
Nero shook his head slightly.Though, he had never drank before, no not once.
"I believe the middle" he answered.
"Middle of? Help me out here, sweetheart," Vlad asked, sitting down, resting, and taking a sip.
Nero glarred at him with a 'what the ****?' look when he said 'sweetheart'.Did he hear that right? Was Vladimir getting drunk or something? Nero answered with "what to ya think?"
"Assuming you don't have provinces, it's in the middle of the country. Well, lead on!" Vladimir said, and pocketed his drink.
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