Sure. Gabriel Reyes was a hero. [His eyes are sharp, as he pointedly meets Reaper's gaze.] And Reaper just keeps a job protecting civilians, plays chaperone at parties out of kindness and comes to people's rescue when he sees them in danger. That's not heroic at all, is it.
[His next move relies entirely on surprise; he's honestly just seeing how far he can push his luck before Reaper decides he has to hurt him to get him to stop. His hand grasps Reaper's shoulder, and he leans up a bit to press a peck of a kiss against the cheekbone of that mask. His expression as he leans back is almost teasing.]
You're still a hero, boss, you're not fooling anyone.
[There's a dozen different responses that bounce around in his head to Dodger's sharp quip--verbal replies that he could use to shut the other down with simple brevity and dry wit.
'He's not a hero, he's just playing a part', something along those lines.
However, the moment the other touches his shoulder--(the material of his jacket ice cold, where leather should be slightly warm when it's worn)--all possible verbal replies pour out of his mind in plumes of smoke that escape through his wounds.
His response is razor-sharp, and without remorse or any second thinking:]
[An arm flies forward, clawed fingers of those horrid gauntlets he wears curling into a sharp fist that finds the side of Jaime's face. Dodger has likely experienced a good clock to the jaw before, he's sure of that--but receiving one from a man who claims to be Death itself, and someone who is classified as a Super Soldier?
The leg that comes up to follow up the motion--aiming to drive into the others' stomach to put space between them comes without hesitation, as well; though whether or not the other dodges the second hit is all on him. Either way, once the Reaper draws back, a low hiss escaping his teeth, he's sharp with his words:]
Get out of here. Before I decide to drag every bit of life you have out of your body, here and now.
[Dodger had plenty of time to react to the attack - he knew it was coming the moment he saw that puff of smoke coming off of him. But he takes the punch, and the kick that comes after it without a single attempt to dodge or fight back.
He really hadn't expected Reaper to hit quite as hard as he did... it's almost like he can feel his life energy draining when Reaper's leg connects with his stomach. He's winded - more than that, he's left gasping and shaken - and hits the floor hard before he can manage to scramble back to his feet.]
[...But when he does make it to his feet, even though he stumbles in the process, there's a lazy smirk on his face. More than that, his expression is some warped form of affection.
The back of his hand touches a bruise already forming around a cut on his lip, and his eyes sharpen as he stretches and feels the burn of that kick irritating the bruises Taako has already left him with. If he didn't believe Reaper was entirely serious about killing him, he'd stick around and push him more... but he's gotten what he wanted.]
I'll see you around, Gabe.
[And with that, Reaper is left with only a flash of sparks that are swept away by the breeze.]
[He doesn't need to see that. The twisted expression and the look in Dodger's eyes as he calls him Gabe, of all things.
It takes everything in him not to punch a new hole in the wall adjacent the balcony where he stands. Smoke and black fog swirl around the wraithlike man's form as he lets out an angry sound, nearly like a growl before his form completely dissipates, flowing off the balcony like a creature from some far-off nightmare.
Dodger might be gone but the foul mood he's left Reaper with isn't.
Time to sneak outside the walls and kill some creatures to vent some frustration off himself.]
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[His next move relies entirely on surprise; he's honestly just seeing how far he can push his luck before Reaper decides he has to hurt him to get him to stop. His hand grasps Reaper's shoulder, and he leans up a bit to press a peck of a kiss against the cheekbone of that mask. His expression as he leans back is almost teasing.]
You're still a hero, boss, you're not fooling anyone.
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'He's not a hero, he's just playing a part', something along those lines.
However, the moment the other touches his shoulder--(the material of his jacket ice cold, where leather should be slightly warm when it's worn)--all possible verbal replies pour out of his mind in plumes of smoke that escape through his wounds.
His response is razor-sharp, and without remorse or any second thinking:]
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The leg that comes up to follow up the motion--aiming to drive into the others' stomach to put space between them comes without hesitation, as well; though whether or not the other dodges the second hit is all on him. Either way, once the Reaper draws back, a low hiss escaping his teeth, he's sharp with his words:]
Get out of here. Before I decide to drag every bit of life you have out of your body, here and now.
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He really hadn't expected Reaper to hit quite as hard as he did... it's almost like he can feel his life energy draining when Reaper's leg connects with his stomach. He's winded - more than that, he's left gasping and shaken - and hits the floor hard before he can manage to scramble back to his feet.]
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The back of his hand touches a bruise already forming around a cut on his lip, and his eyes sharpen as he stretches and feels the burn of that kick irritating the bruises Taako has already left him with. If he didn't believe Reaper was entirely serious about killing him, he'd stick around and push him more... but he's gotten what he wanted.]
I'll see you around, Gabe.
[And with that, Reaper is left with only a flash of sparks that are swept away by the breeze.]
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It takes everything in him not to punch a new hole in the wall adjacent the balcony where he stands. Smoke and black fog swirl around the wraithlike man's form as he lets out an angry sound, nearly like a growl before his form completely dissipates, flowing off the balcony like a creature from some far-off nightmare.
Dodger might be gone but the foul mood he's left Reaper with isn't.
Time to sneak outside the walls and kill some creatures to vent some frustration off himself.]