@TheForgottcnOne A shake of his head burst Baron’s bubble. He wasn’t passing through. In fact, he had arrived at his destination.
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Black Noir
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@TheForgottcnOne Complete opposites they were. One mute, clad in black, private. One loud, wearing every colour under the sun, open.
And yet, they were teammates. — Right?
Questionable. For the flamboyant man standing before him did not value that bond quite as much as he should.
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@bereftsaint A hand was then extended. A way to seal their deal. And the acceptance of whatever consequences it might have . . .
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@bereftsaint He turned to the Brit and tapped his writs, as to indicate a watch. Time. Two hands raised, one with two fingers, one with four. Twenty-four. The number of hours that should be enough for him to get his hands on the Compound V.
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Billy arrived a few minutes late. Deliberate. Hands shoved deep into his coat pockets, boots crunching over loose gravel as he emerged from the gloom. His eyes settled on the dark-clad figure waiting for him, lingering there ⤷
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Black Noir@MuteAndBrute
Curiosity killed the cat. But what’s life without tempting fate a little every now and then? He’d taken { the reader } up on their offer to meet. He would listen, as he did best. Circumstances might require a change after all.
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@BritVigilante He had no intention of staying in Butcher’s company for too long. Every minute being one closer to Homelander finding out. And Noir had no desire to fight both father /and/ son.
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@BritVigilante It wouldn’t bring him anything. Certaintly nothing of value.
Noir came to a halt in front of Butcher, albeit keeping a proper distance. He wasn’t here to provoke. For now.
The supe’s head tilted in a questioning manner. ~~
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The corners of Butcher’s lips twisted into a smirk as he shifted his weight slightly. His dark hazel gaze narrowed a bit as he watched the silent Supe for a few moments.
“Well, well, well… Look ‘ho decided to show..”
Black Noir@MuteAndBrute
Curiosity killed the cat. But what’s life without tempting fate a little every now and then? He’d taken { the reader } up on their offer to meet. He would listen, as he did best. Circumstances might require a change after all.
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@PHANT0MT3CH a name.
He tapped his suit. The youngster was gonna have to figure out himself that that meant the color ‘ black’. He then raised to fingers. ‘ twice’. And finally he used two hands to outline the country of France in the air between them.
Best he could do.
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@PHANT0MT3CH Perhaps he was humble. Now. But he certainly hadn’t always been this way. — At one point in time, he had craved it. Fame. Attention.
But that desire had been brutally beaten out of him. — He had not spoken, nor really shown himself since.
He nodded. Of course he had ~~
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He stared at the hero. Honestly, he seemee like one of the only nice ones in the seven.
"Whoa, you look cool. Like really cool! Are you a stealth based super?!"
Black Noir@MuteAndBrute
Curiosity killed the cat. But what’s life without tempting fate a little every now and then? He’d taken { the reader } up on their offer to meet. He would listen, as he did best. Circumstances might require a change after all.
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@bereftsaint Option B — Refuse the deal and be left to try and survive Soldier Boy’s wrath all on his own.
A finger lifted. Butcher had to wait.
He needed another minute.
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@bereftsaint But that was before Homelander learned of his family ties.
Although he barely moved, the internal struggle had to be visible. He was presented a near impossible choice.
Option A — Take the deal and betray Homelander.
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