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Deadeye: New suit eh?

phantasm: Nah, it’s a normal gun, but it has a thing attached to it to make the gunshots quieter

Deadeye: Seems like false advertising if you ask me. Silencer my ass.

phantasm: Would you rather not have quiet gunshots

Deadeye: I rather do it the correct way. Poison and cloth.

phantasm: Hm. How’s it been going

Deadeye: Its been good, Sam.

phantasm: Same here

Deadeye: *starts sharpening his Combat Knife*

phantasm: …

Deadeye: What?

phantasm: oh, hey.

yeah. it’s nice to try and look as respectable as possible in public

Deadeye: I really do not change my clothes much. I like my Sherriff fit.

phantasm: Yeah. I suppose everybody just wears whatever the hell they want nowadays and can’t get judged for it

Deadeye: But not ALL of this is purely for cosmetic.

*Spitfire and Hellfire jump from their gun holsters, which they look like demonic revolvers with needlelike metallic spider limbs and two thin metallic arms and claws*

phantasm: that’s cool

Deadeye: Well, what do you have for weapons?

phantasm: I have a gun on me at all times

*under her waistcoat is a silenced pistol, strapped to her torso at all times*

Deadeye: Nice...

phantasm: because why not

Deadeye: Does it actually fire silent bullets?

phantasm: oh, nothing

Deadeye: Ok then... *continues Sharpening*

phantasm: *watches*

Deadeye: You good with a knife, partner?

phantasm: sorta

Deadeye: How about we do a knife duel?

*he tosses a knife to her*

phantasm: Uh

Deadeye: You could be better with a knife with training.

Gus: you seem familiar...

Phantasm: Hello there, little talking duck

Gus: hm... I do remember you

Phantasm: I don’t

Gus: well... I remember us meeting at some point... you just left because I was busy eating bread

*insert Blaze and her at a party, he's wearing his usual outfit plus a bowtie*

Blaze: Hi again! Didn't expect to see you here!

phantasm: oh, shit, haven’t seen you in a minute.

Blaze: Profanity!
Hah, just kidding, I don't mind.

How'd YOU get invited?
I mean no offense, and I'm always happy to see a friend of mine, but this is a party for U.M.P employees...

...are you just here to assassinate someone?

phantasm: What? No, I only get those jobs a few times a year. I just know a guy here.

Blaze: oh...
Well that's a relief. I'm a guard, and I don't wanna fight you!

phantasm: cool.
*bored*

Blaze: ...
Uh... I'm sorry there isn't much to do here.
It's an office party, so it's not too exciting.
I could grab some pizza from the break room while it's still hot? We could talk, I guess.

*UO was shooting targets in the shooting range, staying focused on the targets and his bullets.*

phantasm: Hey there
*she happens to be next to him in the shooting range*

*UO jumped a bit as he didn't realize he wasn't alone.*

UO: Jesus f**king Christ, you can't be sneaking up on me like that. I got too focused on the targets.

phantasm: Haha! Sorry

UO: What brings you here, anyways?

*UO swaps his mags out, practicing his accuracy with catching both the empty mag and pocketing it before catching and inserting the loaded mag.*

UO: Look, if it's about last time, I'd like for that the stay between us, okay?

phantasm: Yeah, it’s okay. I won’t bring that up.

i’m just here to shoot

UO: Same. Everyone else is out to take down a Mercenary compound, the last one too. Once they're gone, I'll finally be outta temporary retirement and be able to fight again.

phantasm: that’s nice! who do you work for again

UO: City Five Protection Agency. Why?

phantasm: just askin’

UO: Alright.

*He resumes target practice. His accuracy is pretty impressive as he aims for either the head or the knee and hits just about all his shots.*

phantasm resumes shooting as well ig

*UO watches Phantasm take her shots as he takes his.*

phantasm: uh, nice shot

UO: I know. I've been trained for so long of my life.