hotter than hell ---*, yuna

[TONI 'THIRTEEN' VALENTINO]

Thirteen was roaming, nothing to terribly unusual, it was what she did between jobs. She liked to roam, to feel the ground beneath her worn boots, the weight of her weapons on her and the wind in her raggedly cut hair. Amber eyes sparkled with a hidden edge of mischief as she wandered the coast line, picking up anything that caught her sharp eyes. Halfway down the familiar path she was used to taking, she paused, before less than gracefully hopping on one leg and removing her left boot, and then switching in order to remove the right boot. Scrunching up her toes in the sand, the bounty hunter did a quick spin, giggling childishly as she did so, before dumping her scarf, goggles, jacket and boots on the ground. Never her weapons though, those remained holstered at her back, and hips. Bending over, she quickly and neatly rolled up her pants legs, before stepping in the water. She could have sighed, the water felt good! It was cool, and refreshing, and despite the fact she was in a fairly open area with her guard nearly completely down, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, just letting the feel of the breeze in her hair and the waves lapping at her ankles relax her. This was nice, the old man [her former mentor] had taken her here all the time, and he'd done what she was doing now all the time. Standing here now Thirteen couldn't help but wonder if he often stood here so he couldn't her chatting, because she did do a lot of it, and he'd been a man as silent as the grave. And standing here, the waves were rather loud...

Pushing such thoughts out of her head, Thirteen knelt careful not to get her pants wet and splashed some water into her hands and from there up into her face. Running it though the short locks of nearly snow white hair, she stood, drying her hands on her pants as she stepped up on to the sand, and scooped up her clothing and boots. Frowning at her now wet feet, and the boots, she sighed. Woops, and here was proof she often lacked foresight. Moving over to the rocks, the petite bounty hunter, perched herself on the rocks, and after a minute, set the jacket, and scarf behind her, goggles back around her neck, as she set the boots next to her. Leaning back, she paused, remembering the weapons that she had on her. Pulling out the two knives she carefully set them next to her, within grabbing reach, and pulled the old shot gun off as well setting that a bit further away. Leaning back again, this time successfully, Thirteen gently kicked her feet through the water and settled down. This was nice, she wouldn't remain sitting here too long, since she of course had the attention span of a ferret on crack. Pulling out an old worn book, she allowed her attention to focus on the tattered thing.

She'd found, with time, that she liked to read, books were windows into whole other worlds. And while she wasn't too fond of novels that were boring or showed pathetic damsels in distress, she'd discovered a certain fondness for fantasy, adventure and romance. Secret of course, she was sure she'd get hell for it from the others if they discovered this indulgence of hers. Her attention focused on the book on her hand, one hand resting on the gun at the right side of her hip, she sank into a relaxed state, though her guard was still up... kind of... for the most part... not really. But she'd spent a long time as a thief and she wasn't worried, since her reflexes tended to be spot on.

TAG: lil' miss yuna
WORDS:

[/color] six-four-seven
MUSE:[/color] thrivin' =3
CLOTHING:[/color] clicky
NOTES:[/color] nothin', hope you like the posties, sorry it's a bit ... short.
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size]

[YUNA IGNIA LACE]

'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know

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It would seem that Yuna's pride always seemed to drive her further and further to her death. She had this inner compass that pointed her in the wrong direction instead of the right one. Which was how she had ended up at the coasts, where her greatest fear ebbed and flowed, clawing at the beach like a great monster. It was dark and God knows what was thriving beneath all that murkiness and salty smell.

However, Yuna was part of Neptune's Warriors, which meant that she needed to conquer her fear of the ocean or have Wulf laugh at her the whole ride on the boat because she was throwing up or crying or some nonsense. She most definitely wasn't going to let Wulf get the upper hand on her.

Quietly, as Yuna was never usually loud anyways, she padded across the sand. Her footprints were soon covered by the wind, as she would like them to be. She didn't stop to stand and breathe in the fresh air; no, she went to a rock that stood above the ocean. It was rugged and it jutted out from beneath the sand, completely out of nowhere it would seem. Yuna clambered atop the dull-colored rock and crouched, looking over the edge at the ocean.

She had been letting her guard down a bit, but a good thief always knew when to react. With her sensitive hearing, Yuna managed to pick up a giggle somewhere to the right of her. Her bright optics immediately darted to where she had heard the sound. Yuna couldn't make out anything, but her ears still managed to listen to this person or thing.

Yuna imagined that this something was probably not a threat, but, just in case, she climbed about halfway down the rock, where the boulder met the sand, and jumped off. Her landing was padded by the soft sand, and her movements were virtually soundless. Yuna's hands grasped around her hidden knives, both under her shirt, where they were kept in a harness around her stomach. Her fingers danced upon them, for they were very trigger happy and weren't afraid to sling a blade at the wind.

Softly and gently, like the quiet wind, Yuna continued to head in the direction of the sound she had heard earlier. Her movements were quick and low to the ground, as an animal would hunt its prey. However, though Yuna was still a bit further away, her eyes locked onto a person with short, choppy hair, a girlish figure, and to Yuna's disdain, a shotgun and knives. This obviously signaled her as a red flag, and so Yuna was going to make the first move, so she could have the upper hand.

Yuna's hand swiftly produced the knife under her shirt, and in the same split second, she had aimed and flung the blade with precision. However, the dagger hit the rock beside of the person and ricocheted off of it, falling into the sand beside it without a sound. Yuna had meant to do this, as a warning, to catch this menace off-guard. As her blade fell, she quickly stood up straight, her eyes narrowed, and an unfriendly frown upon her face. She remained silent, as she awaited to be recognized, but certainly didn't let her guard down. One hand was always kept upon one of her blades, wherever they may be hidden (as she had many places to keep them). Her left hand, this time, twitched upon the other blade kept strapped around her stomach. You had to be ready for anything, afterall.

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tagged: toni !
word count: six hundred ten !
notes: my post is crappy, sorry Dx !
outfit: click !
lyrics: ...to be loved - papa roach !
credit:NOTHING_PERSONAL @ CAUTION !

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[TONI 'THIRTEEN' VALENTINO]

For once the bounty hunter's short attention span was not kicking in as she delved into the book, absorbing the words that flowed of the page. The book was decades old, but it was exiting, pulse pounding and gave her some nifty ideas for later. Her fingers tapped Grief, the gun that lay at her right hip, her main gun. People always thought it odd that she named her weapons, but she was an odd one, and her weapons were her life line and babies. Hell she treated them better than she treated a lot of people. Books were useful she'd found, for passing time, and today she really wanted nothing more than to relax and finally finish this book. She'd been reading it for a while, it was usually tucked away in one of her bags or pockets so she could get it whenever she was bored... which really wasn't a terribly unusual thing for her, since she was a bouncy bundle of energy. She typically preferred sparing or practicing perfecting her skills with her weapons over reading though, but doing it by yourself wasn't always too beneficial. What she had been working on by herself however was her hand to hand combat, practicing her stances, and the movements she needed to know. It was good for when they did practice sparing. But as it were she preferred weapons to unarmed combat.

The sound of a throwing dagger hitting near the rock she was sitting on, caused the book to tumble down into her lap and her to draw Grief instantly, cocking the gun and her fingers curving over the trigger threateningly as she aimed it at the young girl who'd thrown the dagger. She took in pretty, delicate features, and long hair before raising an eyebrow, more than a touch irritated that she'd been distracted from the fantastic book she'd been reading. Bookmarking her page with one hand, she set it on the rock and jumped down, bending her knees to soften her landing, one hand took both worn blades and slid them back where they were supposed to be, before sliding the shot gun back where it was supposed to go as well. Sharp amber eyes studied the girl, wondering why the hell she'd attacked her. Thirteen hadn't done anything to her, usually people only attacked the petite girl when she'd stolen something from them... or attacked them first. Not an uncommon thing. But it was rare for strangers to pick a fight, most considered her hardly worth their time. She stood at five foot three inches, and despite the fact she was fully armed they didn't seem to view her as too much of a threat. A tragic same they were completely wrong.

Taking in the girls appearance, she identified the girls weapons, easily able to decipher where all hidden weapons were, Thirteen was a heck of a lot less subtle. She had a few of her own daggers, but unlike this girl, her's were for back up. Her guns, and the twin machete's were the main weapons for her. After observing in uncharacteristic silence, and realizing the girl was... armed with only daggers. She spoke, a sight lilting voice that rang out over the waves. "Is there somethin' I can help ya with kiddo? Or are you throwin' knives at people tryin' ta relax for the hell of it?" To say she was thoroughly annoyed was putting it nicely, Thirteen was pissed off that she'd been bothered, she had been reading, enjoying the coast enjoying the feel of the waves around her ankles. Glancing down briefly she realized she remained shoeless, but there wasn't much she could do at this point, besides fighting barefoot wasn't all that bad really. And either way she'd teach this... brat that messing with a bounty hunter who was trying to enjoy her off time was not a smart idea. And it really wasn't, some of the bounty hunters she knew were perfectly willing to take out anyone who so much as insulted them. And throwing a dagger was more than some little insult, it was direct threat and Thirteen wasn't having any of that.

TAG: lil' miss yuna
WORDS:

[/color] seven-one-eight
MUSE:[/color] alive and dancing on roof tops =3
CLOTHING:[/color] clicky
NOTES:[/color] what are ya talking about? Loved your post, way to provoke Thirteen =P
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size]

[YUNA IGNIA LACE]

'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know

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Yuna wasn't scared of this girl. She had a large gun, sure, but Yuna's aim with her knives were just as deadly as a bullet. She had purposely struck the rock beside her, as a sort of caution. Yuna knew this person wasn't going to let her off with doing that, but what the Hell? She liked a bit of a challenge, and not to mention, she hadn't seen any action all day. She had been resting up for now, for a fight.

Her whole body was rigid with anticipation. She was ready to be shot at or at least have insults spit at her. Unfortunately, what she thought would be the outcome of throwing her knife was not what she expected. Instead, this girl was calling her a kid, and it seemed, just not taking her very seriously.

"You're not heeding my threat. But, no, I wasn't throwing knives for the Hell of it. A good thief always strikes first; that was just your warning," Yuna let hiss between her teeth. She loathed not being taken into consideration because of her size and looks; it was offensive, as she was a lot deadlier than she looked. She had killed men, looted their bodies, and walked off without shedding a tear. She could go straight for the jugular without fangs or claws. No, all she needed were her blades. And, not to mention, she had a special dagger just for drawing blood. Her favorite kris, which had been passed from her father to her, was pitted along the blade to drain the blood from its victims. That's how not cute and innocent she was! And, damn it, if she was going to let this girl degrade her by thinking that she was.

Her favorite dagger was strapped around her ankle, because she was usually crouched and stealthed near the ground. The knives on the upper half of her body were small and insignificant, as she was rarely standing completely still and proper. It was intelligent - at least, to her - but in this case, she could be considered less threatening because she was indeed standing up. Then again, if she bothered to get down in front of this woman, she would look very stupid. Stupid was something that Yuna experienced from time to time, but right now, she was going to make a smart decision and stay facing this girl, tense and ready for anything to be thrown at her.

Yuna blinked, though cautiously, in her direction, and that was about it. Her hand was still around the hilt of the knife, though hanging a bit loosely now. Other than that, she didn't move a muscle. All of her attention was focused on the softest points of flesh on this person. Her eyes could detect easily, from practice, where to strike to kill, to stun, or to slow. At this moment in time, they were locked onto the hand that was holding the gun, so if they decided to raise it and shoot, Yuna could at least give herself a chance by injuring her hand. If injured badly enough, she would drop the gun, and Yuna could easily toss another knife at her neck and be done with all of this. However, Yuna had dealt with these types before. They weren't so dumb as to strike at Yuna unless they knew exactly what kind of girl they were putting up with. If they still decided to attack, then she wouldn't hesitate to counterattack.

Yuna could tell that this person was probably not one for careless fighting. And, as she could probably tell, Yuna was poor and not worth very much to kill, except maybe for a bounty or just for fun. But killing for fun was not so fun, in the end. At least, not to Yuna. She found it boring unless it produced some money or valuables. But, that was just her.

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word count: six hundred sixty-four !
notes: oh, well, thanks! :3 yuna despises not being taken seriously, if you can't tell xD !
outfit: click !
lyrics: ...to be loved - papa roach !
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[TONI 'THIRTEEN' VALENTINO]

The gun remained trained on the other girl as Thirteen studied her. There was that sense of familiarity that was tugging at the back of her mind and she couldn't quite place it. But it bothered her, what was it about her that felt familiar. Her left hand rested on her gun, tapping the side of it as she awaited the girl's next movement. She was a fighter, she liked to fight and was pretty good at it, you couldn't be a bad fighter if you'd grown up a thief, you had the reflexes then and it kept you on top of your game. And she loved being at the top of her game, weapons were her game, if she chose to make her move soon the girl would find that she was a crack shot who was exhilaration by the thrill of the chase. That was one of the reason's she'd become a bounty hunter, that ... and for the sake of the rewards, those were pretty damned nice too. The former thief rather enjoyed the benefits of being a bounty hunter now.

It wasn't until the girl spoke that she realized exactly why she was familiar, snorting, she reached her left hand into her pocket and pulled out a little black book that was bound shut, a pen tucked in it's pages. Expertly she opened the book, and flipped through the pages, examining something before a delighted grin twisted of her lips. Mischief sparkling in her eyes. "Ya wanna know something, kiddo, if you don't know who you're attacking, perhaps it's better to leave them where they are relaxin' or readin', lest they turn out to be someone who know's exactly who you are."

She kept a careful record of all bounty's out there with descent sized rewards on their head for just this reason, you never knew when you'd run into someone you didn't know, and if you kept track of who had bounties on your head, you were more likely to make some extra money. And this girl had a descent reward on her head. One which Thirteen was more than willing to claim, in fact she was rather looking forward to claiming it, "Well there Lil' miss Yuna Lace, you have quite the bounty on your head. Me, my name's Thirteen, and I'll be the one claiming that bounty if ya don't mind."

Kneeling awkwardly, she pretended to be taking of the safety of her right gun as she continued to speak, "Also, darlin' the real mark of a good thief, is to be able to strike quickly, quietly and not get caught. Ya get in and ya get the hell out, or your gonna end up in heaps of trouble, like ya are now!" That was how she'd operated so well for as long as she had. After all, picking fights was a great way to get in trouble, and personally she had no inclination of causing unnecessary trouble, besides she didn't need to when it seemed to find her at every turn like a puppy dog following you home.

Raising her right hand with the gun, the girl wiped up her left hand throwing sand into the air to obscure her next movements, followed by flicking one of her own throwing knives, before rolling off to the side to avoid any counterstrike, pulling Nevermore from it's holster on the left side of her body and shooting both guns. She was going to do her best to fight smart, and catch the girl of guard. She always used dual weapons, perks of being ambidextrous. She was lethal no matter which hand she was using, and Thirteen preferred to use both at once. She aimed carefully before shooting, not planning on wasting any bullets, but being careful to move out of the way of any daggers that came flying her way.

She had no intention of loosing anything vital. She kept moving, so that she wasn't a stationary target, people who held still were just asking to get shot or stabbed, it was sheer foolishness. And while Thirteen wasn't a genius, she sure as hell wasn't an idiot. Sand however was going to make for harsher fighting circumstances, since it was easy to loose one's footing or balance. But she had been trained to fight on the beach, so she was keeping a sharp eye for anything that could cause harm.

TAG: lil' miss yuna
WORDS:

[/color] seven-six-nine
MUSE:[/color] alive and dancing on the roof tops =3
CLOTHING:[/color] clicky
NOTES:[/color] what are ya talking about? Loved your post, way to provoke Thirteen =P
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size]

[YUNA IGNIA LACE]

'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know

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Yuna knew as soon as she saw the guns in hand that she wasn't dealing with someone foolish. However, the girl wasn't dealing with someone stupid either. Yuna's keen hearing allowed her to pick up every single movement she made almost before she made it. It was one of her many strengths and she used it well.

This Thirteen person was talking, but Yuna wasn't listening. She was watching her intently, with the intentions of striking first. So Thirteen was a bounty hunter, was she? Good. Yuna had killed bounty hunters before. Why should she be any different?

As soon as the sand was flung at her, Yuna dove down for her pitted blade and for the other serrated knife on her ankle. One for throwing and one for stabbing. The sand collapsed on her back and hair, but Yuna didn't seem to notice, as long as her eyes were shielded. The knife she threw buzzed right by her ear, actually tearing off some flesh. However, there was no blood, only the exposure of Yuna's robotic parts. She was a cyborg, a mechanically enhanced human.

Yuna stayed low to the ground, but moved swiftly along it on all fours to avoid the bullets. She had to admit that Thirteen moved quick, but Yuna knew the behavior of guns and most of all, knives.

Staying on the ground, removed her serrated knife and within half a second, aimed and hurled it up at Thirteen. At the same time, Yuna scurried behind her with a sort of panic. Her beloved dagger was already in hand, though it had sliced it open just a hair. She shot up behind Thirteen, slicing at an angle at her with her pitted kris. It wasn't the way it was meant to be used, but at the moment, Yuna was just trying to stop injuring herself and start hurting her opponent. Yuna wanted Thirteen to see that she was a formidable match, and that she could hold her own, as well as preserve her own life.

Her vacant hand reached for another throwing knife clearly visible along her waist. It was a bit heavier and longer, though not so much as to weigh her down. They were the knives rarely used, as she usually only needed one or two. They didn't have the blood stains on them, unlike her other few. That was alright, though, because Yuna would make sure they got the experience they needed today.

She jumped backwards a bit, to create some distance between them. Throwing knives weren't any good unless they had time to cut the air and gain some speed. Not to mention, a bullet at point blank range could really fuck her up, and Yuna wasn't going to go down so easily.

Yuna kept moving backwards until her feet touched the water and at that time, she almost fell forwards in fear. Her natural reaction was to toss her knife, and indeed, she did, right near her own foot at the waterline. As soon as she realized that the wave was neither hurting her nor coming after her, she recovered her knife and her composure, though it was probably too late. Yuna had let her guard down to some stupid aqua. To make up for her down time, she hurled both of her daggers in Thirteen's direction and crouched down, hoping to avoid any incoming shots her way.

A twang of trepidation struck at Yuna's heart suddenly; a fear that she might not make it. And what would be the death of her? Not Thirteen. Water. The ocean. Had it not snuck up on her, she wouldn't be afraid and in a tremble. Not only that, but this woman was going to sense her fear and know how to use it. That's what an intelligent person would do, and Yuna knew that was what was going to happen.

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tagged: toni !
word count: six hundred sixty-one !
notes: aih, teh waterz! D: !
outfit: click !
lyrics: ...to be loved - papa roach !
credit:NOTHING_PERSONAL @ CAUTION !

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[TONI 'THIRTEEN' VALENTINO]

Thirteen was usually very easily distracted, she had an endless abundance of energy that left her usually very bouncy and her attention everywhere but where it should be. She always had to be doing multiple things, because then she was less likely to get bored and therefore less likely to cause or attract trouble. However when she was fighting, she had a very one track mind, she focused, she took notice, and she fought. And when there was a fantastic bounty involved, well then her ability to focus jumped up even further. Bounties were always a fantastic motivator for the young lady, and she wasn't going to be backing down any time soon. The girl wasn't a half bad fighter, but Thirteen had seen better, throwing knives did little to impress her quite frankly, which was why they were only her reserve weapons. She noticed as she moved, to prevent the other girl from keeping her back, that the knife she'd thrown had hit, but done no damage, cyborg. Well that was a nifty bit of information, she couldn't do near as much damage with her dual guns if the girl was a cyborg. Troublesome!

She kept a sharp eye on the girl as she moved, observing behavior and looking for tells that would help her predict her opponents next movements. Yuna was fast, she was rapidly gaining a touch more respect for the other girl, but that wasn't going to get her to back down in the least. If anything it was going to cause her to go all out here. She ducked the first of the blades that had been tossed her way, using the opportunity to slide her guns back in the holster's drawing one of the dual knifes as the serrated knife slid along her arm, she'd managed to avoid it for the most part, but son of a... that hurt like hell. Hissing, she swung her slim body around, swinging the blade through where the girl had once stood.Staggering back, she held her hand up to the cut, not to deep but enough to really tick her off, time to take this a little more seriously. Not that she hadn't been taking the fight seriously before, she always took fights seriously, especially when they were in regards to a bounty, since they seemed to fight the fiercest, but sometimes she had fun with the fights, teasing and mocking the enemy, provoking them at every turn. But she'd already seen that it wasn't likely to work with this girl. She was shark, and seemed to be able to tune Thirteen out with ease.

She slid the machete back in it's holster, as she moved, pulling out the shot gun, it was a lovely weapon, specifically it was a .50 caliber rifle, effective and accurate over 1000 yards and very powerful. It could penetrate concrete and 1 inch plate steel, given that you were in range, she had this specifically for Cyborgs, since often they were harder to take down with re-enforced limbs and all. She observed the girls sudden, and rather odd reaction to the water, but didn't remain still, using the momentary distraction to cover the distance between her and the other girl. Raising Varlow, she aimed the gun at the girl. Observing her reaction to the water, Thirteen felt a hint of sympathy, she knew that feeling, her absolute crippling fear came with thunderstorms though. The moment she heard thunder, or saw lightning she turned into a quivering mess, and usually had to find a way to block out the sound. She would often retreat into her bedroll, under the blankets, refusing to come out until the storms stopped. She almost felt bad for the girl, but she couldn't let a bounty go due to something a simple as sympathy, she'd never live it down. And she did have a reputation to maintain, not the mention the reward was always useful to the merry band of bounty hunter's she'd grouped up with. It would be a simply ridiculous idea to let a bounty go.

TAG: lil' miss yuna
WORDS:

[/color] seven-zero-zero
MUSE:[/color] reviving <3
CLOTHING:[/color] clicky
NOTES:[/color] Thirteen's fear is thunder storms =P and I apologize for the crappy post, rewrites are never as good as the original
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size]

[YUNA IGNIA LACE]

'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know

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Cursed water! Yuna knew it would be the death of her. Water was nothing but a Hellish invention! Fortunately, she was able to swiftly shake off her fear and was about to lunge forward until she saw Thirteen there. Yuna was staring down the barrel of a gun and her eyes grew enormous as she realized this. Her heart skipped a single beat until her brain could decide what to do to avoid having her blood painted onto the shoreline.

Immediately, she ducked down, and with the knife she had in her hand, sliced at Thirteen's hamstring. If she came in contact with her, that was sure to bring her down, thus giving Yuna the upper hand.

After withdrawing the blade back into her belt, Yuna darted as far away from Thirteen as she could get. Once she had bolted a good distance, she twisted around, allowing her throwing hand a steady shot at the bounty hunter. She commissioned a light throwing dagger and deployed it into the open air, flying straight at Thirteen. Once she had launched her kris, she scrambled to find her pitted blade again. She reached around and searched her whole body, but it was nowhere to be found.

As her thorough, but swift, search continued, her eyes happened to flutter on a shimmering piece of metal laying on the beach near Thirteen. No! Not her favorite blade. That was something she held dear, and she wouldn't let a bounty hunter's impure hands touch it. Not over Yuna's dead body. She would rather die with that dagger than not have it and go on living.

Yuna, stupidly, closed the gap between Thirteen and herself, but instead of stopping in front of her, kept running, picking up the knife along the way. Once she had it in her grasp, she licked the blood clean off of it, as a sort of intimidating gesture. She had watched many other thieves and assassins do it. It was the quickest way to remove blood off a blade.

However, with her taunt, she was susceptible to just about anything. Yuna didn't mind, because she had retrieved her father's dagger, and it was her only memoir of her parents. They were war dogs, as well, and Yuna was going to live up their infamy. If she managed to live through this.

"You may as well give up," she growled at Thirteen through clenched teeth. "We're both too quick-witted to be taken advantage of." There, she was giving the girl a compliment. That should take her mind off killing Yuna for a stupid bounty. Yuna wasn't normally one to make deals or work with anyone, but she had a genius idea. One that would make her money and maybe a few comrades to assist her if she needed it (not that she would admit needing help).

Yuna deposited her pitted knife into her ankle strap and removed her hands away from any area of her body that contained any other weaponry. "I have a proposal," she said calmly, though somewhat deviously, "We're both very deadly individually, but together, we'd be practically unstoppable. Don't you agree?"

That was a fair deal, Yuna thought. Neither of them would have to die, and they could both gain some money and reputation. That really sounded very appealing to her, but bounty hunters were sometimes reckless creatures, she found. Just like the Military, she thought, but this bounty hunter seemed a bit more reasonable. It wasn't like Yuna was asking a great amount from this person. Just to be acquaintances, instead of enemies, and to have each other's back if they needed someone. It sounded like a beneficial trade.

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notes: deal or no deal! and i thought your post was still good xD !
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lyrics: ...to be loved - papa roach !
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[TONI 'THIRTEEN' VALENTINO]

The white haired bounty hunter gazed at the girl oddly, she seemed conflicted, and Thirteen, while barely having a conscious always got a kind of funny feeling when it came to pulling the trigger when in an unfair situation. There was just something that destroyed the thrill of the hunt when your victim came in contact with something that destroyed their ability to fight. You hadn't won with your own strengths then, just found their greatest of weaknesses. Some bounty hunters were fine with that, and had the philosophy of what ever it took to get the job done, but she found that boring and unmotivated. She loved the benefits, but it wasn't worth crap if you didn't really earn it. Plus she loved the rush that came from a victory after a long fight, and there was no rush. In her half second hesitation to pull the trigger, the girl acted, ducking down and bringing the knife towards her hamstrings, pure reflex saved Thirteen's leg from becoming utterly useless as she pushed off to the side, the knife slicing open her pants leg and skimming across the flesh beneath. She cursed as the brief edge of pain caused her to stumble slightly.

Catching herself, she whirled around to track the girl, her gun once more secured in her hands. The girl had covered a good distance in that time, and with Thirteen's now heavier weapon, she knew it would be more difficult to regain the ground, but she knew she had an advantage as well. Throwing Knives were only accurate up to 90 feet, which was only 30 yards, while her "Compact Cruiser" was accurate up to 50 yards , so as long as she stayed out of the girls range, she'd still have plenty of room to work with. Dodging the throwing knife again, she made good with her plan, shooting, pumping the 12 gauge, she aimed and shot again, making sure to keep her distance as the girl scrambled back across the sand, aiming for something where Thirteen had been standing moments before. As she kept moving, to keep her distance, she saw what the girl was heading for, shooting carefully, now this was a fight! The adrenaline was pumping now, and her amber eyes sparkled with a delighted gleam. This was she'd wanted, the kind of fight she'd sought out when the girl had dared to throw a dagger at her. This was far more impressive, fighting the good fight and actually having to work for it a bit, versus winning by default.

Thirteen watched as the girl did a familiar motion, cleaning of the blade, she'd done it once or twice, but it really was rather dangerous to do something like that. No matter how much medicine had advanced over the years, there were still diseases that could be passed on through blood, especially if you lived out in the wild like they tended too. It didn't intimidate her in the least, and she merely granted the girl with a rather bored look. Though by doing that she'd put herself in a position of vulnerability, pumping the weapon again, she shot it near the girl, just close enough to frighten her and let her know she had the upper hand. Besides, Thirteen rarely killed her bounty's, she preferred bringing them in alive.

"Sorry kiddo, ain't gonna be givin' up just cause of that. I happen to refuse to acknowledge being on 'equal' footin', and your a helluva bounty, besides fightin' you will make ya well worth yer bounty." One that she wouldn't be giving up on that easily, especially since they rewards always helped, and they could always use some new weaponry. And bullets didn't come cheep in the least, so gun users really had to pull their weight. She'd noticed the complement, and given the girl one of her own, in a subtle way, she wasn't one to complement easily either, it really did have to be earned, she'd learned that from the old man too, he'd rarely given her a sign she'd done well, but when he did it had always been well worth it. A proposal? Shifting Varlow to rest on her shoulder, she tilted her head to the side, "Oh really? You think? Not sure that works too well out for me. I've got partners, I work with a group o' bounty hunters, Skeleton, dunno how they'd feel about that. Though I'd agree we make a good team." She gave the girl a considering look as she spoke though. She'd make a very good ally, however Thirteen wasn't sure if she'd actually like to team up with the girl, she was more interested in getting the bounty really, than she was finding new partners... then again... "However if you interested in teaming up temporarily I might have a ploy that could work?"

TAG: lil' miss yuna
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MUSE:[/color] =3 alive
CLOTHING:[/color] clicky
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[YUNA IGNIA LACE]

'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know

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If her proposal wasn't enough, Yuna was reflexive enough to grab her knives without blinking. However, she didn't expect this girl to turn down such a tempting offer. Since there was a bounty on Yuna's head, that meant she had to be good at getting what she wanted, right? Combining that with Thirteen's status and companionship, they'd be two dynamic criminals. Usually Yuna liked to hunt, travel, and steal alone, but if being with someone meant more outcome, then she wasn't afraid to work cooperatively.

Yuna barely budged as the bullet went by her head unscathed. Threats meant nothing to her. Only when the bullet actually hit her would she be bothered. By then, she'd be extremely pissed, actually.

A temporary ploy? Yuna didn't know if she liked the sound of that. That sounded like Thirteen was going to use Yuna and then kill her later for the bounty. Which was totally unfair in Yuna's book.

"Temporary, you say? That's a no-go. Do lionesses stay for a meal and then leave the pride after? I didn't think so. I'm not saying you're untrustworthy, but a temporary idea sounds like something that could be very grave for me," Yuna returned sharply.

Slowly and gently, as not to alarm anyone in particular, Yuna pulled out her beloved dagger and looked it over. It seemed that no harm had come to it. She could still read the words etched onto it. There was still some blood smeared on it, but it was probably dried or just a stain. It was nothing that was permanent.

Despite being a thief and all, Yuna did appreciate some things in life, like her weapons, and she liked to keep them scratch-free and chip-free. However, she loved the look of glistening blood on the edges. It created an all-business air to her.

"How about we call a truce and work together for the sake of money and survival?" Yuna commented serenely, still staring at her blade. She felt that no harm was going to come to her as long as she was making this proposal. However, one could never be too careful, and Yuna was well aware of this. Though it seemed she was off-guard, in her peripheral, she could see Thirteen quite well. If she even jerked slightly, Yuna would have her kris ready to aim and fire. It only took less than a second for her to hurl a dagger with pinpoint precision. It came from years of practice, both with her parents and without.

"If you have no intentions of making a pact with me, then I suppose we could both go home, without injuries and without the feeling of defeat," she added with a solemn tone, but smiling cynically at her. Yuna was positive that this bounty hunter wasn't going to let her go, which was why the smirk had spread broadly across her features. What kind of hunter let their prey slip away unnoticed? A bad hunter, that's what.

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tagged: toni !
word count: five hundred sixteen !
notes: sorry it's so short and crappy. couldn't think of anything Dx !
outfit: click !
lyrics: ...to be loved - papa roach !
credit:NOTHING_PERSONAL @ CAUTION !

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[TONI 'THIRTEEN' VALENTINO]

Moving Varlow up, she slid the beautiful gun into it's spot on her back, and crossed her arms, leaning on one of the rocks behind her. She was quick enough where if the girl attacked she could pull out her knives and strike, besides her baby got heavy after a while. She really wasn't against working with the girl, but she already had partners, and the money was currently making a better offer than the girl could, she'd been a criminal for a few years, until she'd realized where the real money could be made, all thanks to the old man. He'd been a helluva bounty hunter, even her new friends couldn't compare to the man who'd trained her, Thirteen often wondered why he'd just up and left, she'd have liked the chance to really prove herself to him, to be as good as he was... had been. Running her fingers through the short dreads, she narrowed her eyes at the girl, still thinking things over, she was a good hunter, but a good hunter always knew when a bounty could be more useful to them with them then turned over.

"I just meant pull one over on the one's who I'd normally claim the bounty from." She tilted her head again, her mentor had done this once or twice with bounties, brought them in, made sure they were still armed, claimed the money and just as the guards were taking the bounty away, the bounty would whip out the weapons, escape and meet up later and split the bounty, then go their own separate ways. "If your not interested in pulling one over on them, and earning some money that's cool." She was fine with that, in that case she'd just have to bring the girl in the hard way, and she made her opinion on the matter clear by resting her fingers on the blades at her sides. She'd fight well with them and take away the girls distance advantage. "You'd be in a bit of danger, but you wouldn't be worth the bounty you're worth if you couldn't get out of it easily."

A truce? Boring... what part of she had people she worked with was the girl not getting? And it had taken Thirteen a long time to trust them and vis versa, and now, she loved the companionship. She couldn't imagine hunting on her own any longer, it was more fun with others, and you had someone you trusted at your back, and that was always a fantastic thing. "Yar, Yar, not gonna happen kiddo, cause one way or another I am gettin' that bounty." And she wasn't messing around, she didn't just let bounty's go when there was money to be had. Drawing the two blades again, she sighed, "A damn shame ya ain't interested in conning them, cause we coulda done well together." Swinging around her Kukhri knives, she stood again, giving the girl one last chance to change her mind before she made her move. If she didn't Thirteen was perfectly willing to finish this fight and take her in missing a chunk or too.

TAG: lil' miss yuna
WORDS:

[/color] five-six-two
MUSE:[/color] =3 alive
CLOTHING:[/color] clicky
NOTES:[/color] mine's kinda short, sorry >.>'
CREDIT:[/color] TILLY of caution 2.0.[/font][/left][/size]