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Old habits die hard. -smiles- We're going to go see Ox and Buck.
Anton: Tell them privet. Want a pelt? -gestures to the numerous bear and cougar pelts behind them- -
-eyes them- I think I'm good for now but we might come back for one. -smiles-
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-nudges her- Want to meet my Scot who taught me hand to hand, or the American who taught me teamwork?
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Why not the Scot? -shrugs-
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Might have to drink some beer.
Anton: Its west europe's religion, and everybody does it.
-opens a portal- Stay frosty, Anton. -
Nice meeting you. -grins and steps through-
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-now in a hallway. He went three doors down, and knocked on the door-
Victor Oxley: -5'11, bald, more muscle and scars than Anton. His jaw was carved with a Bowie knife, and had cold, shark eyes- Haghn. -grins, has a deep accent-
Ox. Meet Ally, the one person who could beat you. -
-grins- I like these people~ Hello!
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Ox: Your his angel? -grins, like a father-
Ox taught me how to fight in close. Almost every move I pulled on you, Ox taught me. -
I'm his angel you could say. -grins- Ally at your service.
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Ox: Leftenant Victor Oxley, 22 SAS. At yours, ma'am. Want to come in?
-grins- Sure.
Ox: -steps aside into the meager apartment, a rugby game on TV- -
Rugby? A good sport I can watch. -smiles-
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-grins and sits in a chair- I like rugby.
Ox: Because its violent. Either of you two care for a pint? -
I'll take one. -shrugs and sits down next to him-
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Ox: -disappears into the kitchen, before returning with three bottles- What have you two been doing?
Kicking ass, taking names.
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