[i]”Running ashore, Captain.”[/i] “Can you stop saying that every single time we show up somewhere new? It got real old real fast.” [i]”Well then. Didn’t have to be so rude.”[/i] “I own you. I can be as rude as I please.” [i]”You don’t own me. You own me as much as you own the air inside your ship.”[/i] “Say that to the contract and the money jingling in someone else’s pocket, kelk.” [i]”I have a name.”[/i] “And I have an opinion, looks like we both have things the other doesn’t care about.” [i]”Whatever. We landed. Get out and stop making fun of me.”[/i] “Stop acting like a child and I will.” [b]He would pop the hatch open, the sunlight hitting his hair and eyes like a flashbang at first. It’d been days since he’d seen sun, good thing he was taking supplements or the lack of vitamins from being out in the sun might’ve done him in. But he hoisted himself out of the ship, slamming the hatch down as he stood up onto the hood. The old rustbucket was still holding together, but not much else. It was a black ship, shaped like a cylinder. It looked like a bottle rocket, or a firework or such. It was a little rusty and broken down, but it worked... Mostly. It could get from point A to point B, and that’s all that matters. He took a sharp look downward, and jumped down. He saw who he was after. A tall man, one who was rather infamous in a few other planet’s databases. A hefty fine was placed on his head, one that he just had to claim. Money makes the world go round, and Theodynn Reikals would make it spin like a top if he had his way. He began walking with a crowd, he didn’t know where he was on the planet. He’d just have to guess and hope he was near a major settlement. It seemed he was, from the amount of shops and such that he had seen throughout the time he’d been there, which was all of about thirty seconds. He was waiting. Waiting for him to turn down a corner or something like that. Some place secluded, he didn’t want the local law finding him once he’d done his deed. The man he was after was dressed in a trench coat, one that could’ve held many surprises. Many would know him by his common name, but only a few new what he was really called. Charles LeCant. The Vampire Hunter. Eventually, Theodynn got his wish, the man turning down an alleyway. The Vampire Hunter wouldn’t be hunting that much longer, especially if he kept down this path. Theo would jog up to him, and tap on his back, and Charles would turn to face him.[/b] Vampire Hunter: “Yes? Who might you be, that you would tap on the shoulder of one so mighty?!” [b]The Vampire Hunter would chuckle and claps his hands together, staring down at the much smaller man. His toothy, white smile was visible, as were his firey, blue eyes.[/b] “All jokes aside, what do you want? I’ve got a schedule to keep, and I can’t waste any time. By that I mean I have all the time I want and I have nothing going on.” [b]Theodynn would put his hand at his side, down where a prism-like charm would hang. It was about the size of his fist, and he put his hand around it. He didn’t have much on to cover his face, just a rainbow-colored bandanna and a pair of shades. He looked up at Charles.[/b] Theodynn: “Yeah, just one question. How many people want you dead? Just go get a number, I’ve heard about your exploits.” [b]The Vampire Hunter’s smile gets even larger as he unfolds his hands, looking at him like this was just a normal question.[/b] Vampire Hunter: “Sit down. We’ll be here for a while. Let’s start off with religious organizations! The Pope, Tom Cruise, whoever the hell leads the Mormons, probably Je-“ [b]He was cut short by a thin line appearing across his neck, and Theodynn replacing the prism on his belt.[/b] Theodynn: “Don’t care. One of them hired me. Don’t even know who. But your corpse has a lot of money pinned on it, so...” [b]He snaps, and blood erupts from Charles’s neck, him falling to the ground. Theodynn snaps a few pictures with his phone, and then begins to walk off, blood now all over he front of his rainbow-colored armor.[/b] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]