[closed] he had it coming

[brickinthewall]

Who: Lancer and Hanna
Where: J-Star Outer Rim
When: W2D7
Summary: GIT REKT CORSO BLAKELY
Restrictions/Warnings: Hanna. Lancer. Violence. Language. WARRANTS.


[The good warrants were the ones she held out for, most often. They paid pretty well, got her to do something that lasted maybe more than a few hours. The lesser warrants, sure, she'll take them when she's bored enough, but it's these ones that make being a Killjoy actually fun.

Trust was something she lacked. This wasn't personal, even though it sort of was. She just didn't want anyone getting close to her, nor she to them. She'd already learned how to fend for herself, anyway.

So when the warrant came in, and when the warrant said she'd have a partner.

Well.

Hanna King was truly the most thrilled Killjoy. Off she went, to the coordinates, docking with little ceremony and strolling out from the ship. The designated meeting area became her first stop, and there she waited, lighting up a cigarette.]

Comments

[riastraid]

[ Meanwhile, partnership is something he can take or leave—it could make any contract more difficult before it made it any easier, so it was more about having some company than anything else.

And given who's there when he shows up, he can't really complain. Should be entertaining at the very least. ]

What, you again?

[ If there's any unresolved issues, he doesn't seem to notice, the exasperation in his tone largely teasing. ]

I'm starting to think fate's setting us up.

[ The universe's way of matchmaking: going to go beat up the same dude. Decently straightforward (business-wise anyway, no comment on anything more moral or Deep than that), provided they both came with enough leads to share notes and figure out where this guy'd holed himself up. ]