Even Psychopaths Have Days Off (open)

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Both Merfonde's eyebrows raised at his comment, not sure if he was serious or not. Finally though she laughed, slowly shaking her head. She should have expected that sort of answer from him. "Well, I'm not sure how much help I'd be there." She actually sounded... serious? The woman didn't have a low self esteem, but in this business... Well you didn't consider yourself the type men would like. Which probably explained why she had such a hatred for men.

His next comment though made her stop. Remind him of someone? Even she didn't know what to say to that. Was it a good thing? He didn't seem to think so, seeing as he left right after admitting it. She waited a few moments before following. She didn't follow all the way out, just stood in the doorway, letting him have his space on the porch, arms folded lightly across her chest. "It doesn't sound like you like that to much."

Of course she was curious, who wouldn't be in a situation like this? But, she wouldn't push the matter. It was far to easy to push Victor over the edge as is, and this subject just might set him off...

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[Victor Creed]

Victor's claws had dug into the wood of the railing slightly as he stood out there by himself. Damn that woman. Why did she have to pry her way into his brain and actually help him feel something more than pure hatred and rage. His eye twitched slightly as he heard Merfonde at the door. Those muscles tensed almost as if he would rip up that railing and throw it at her at any moment. Lucky for her...he was more sad than angry. And that emotion alone made him angry.

It took him a long moment before he would answer her. He didn't even want to answer her but he gave in reluctantly. "I don't like it...but you can't help that." He glanced over to her then. Sure he was a psychopath but the only reason he could think as clearly as he could right now was because of Birdy. "My son killed her a long time ago though." Creed had no interaction with Graydon. Hell, he didn't even know he had a son until Graydon was off spewing anti-mutant propaganda to the world. Granted he didn't care that the man was anti-mutant, he was just pissed off that it involved killing one that he actually cared for. And how Victor wished he would be the one to kill him. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn't able to exact revenge upon him that made Victor angry the most.

...wait a second. He was starting to sound like Logan and his pathetic whimpering about the last girlfriends he lost. He sneered a bit and stood upright again before he turned fully to look at Merfonde again. "It doesn't matter..." Sure he was lying to himself...but it was better than turning into Logan.

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It seemed her precaution to try not to anger him had failed, as he looked like he just might attack with absolutely no warning. The moment he tensed, so did she, just in case. If he did decide to attack, she was going to be ready for it.

When he spoke and looked at her though, she tried to relax a little, but as long as he was prepared to strike, so would she. Hearing what he had to say made her pause. She could apologize for no reason, like most people would, she could stay silent in case he had more to say, or she could be her usual blunt, heartless self and possibly infuriate him even more. Choices, choices.... "Would you like an apology?" She'd decided faking sympathy wouldn't do much good, and staying silent wasn't really her style... At least right now.

At last though, he seemed to come out of it, at least enough that he didn't look like he was out for her blood. It was an improvement, but Merfonde wasn't going to drop her guard until he was fully relaxed once again. "I suppose not. After all, the only thing the past is good for is interesting stories."

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[Victor Creed]

"An apology?" He started to laugh a bit. He laughed because she didn't seem like the apology type and because it wasn't necessary at all. "Don't apologize to me." Victor thought like an animal and things that were done, were done. There were no need for apologies; he never apologized.

Interesting stories? Well he had plenty of those. But they usually included backstabbings and murders. Those were the days...

"I would rather concentrate on the here and now." Birdy would stay in his head, it was hard to get rid of her considering how much time she actually spent in his head. She was the first and the only one with permission that knew everything about him. One of these days maybe he would be able to take revenge on Xavier for that.

It was then that he closed the distance between him and her. Leaving a mere few inches between them as he loomed over her with one hand braced on the door frame above her. He made no other move than that, more curious to see if she would sneak away or not while his eyes met with hers. Though he wouldn't be surprised if she just stared back at him.

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Merfonde slowly blinked when he laughed. A few moments passed, and she shrugged. "I've heard that's what normal people do in situations like this." She didn't understand why people did, or why it made the receiving person feel better, just that it apparently did.

"Well, I agree with you there." Dwelling on the past wasn't something Merfonde did much, and hearing other people recount experiences only bored her to death. And that was putting it nicely. She'd probably just walk off if someone tried. Thankfully, Victor didn't seem like the type.

Victor was right to assume that she wouldn't move more then an inch, no matter how close he got. She just met his gaze with her own, far to familiar blank stare. She really didn't care how close he got, just as long as he didn't try anything. If he did, she'd give the man a.... friendly reminder that this bunny had fangs. She just kept staring back in complete silence for what felt like hours, but couldn't be more then a few minutes. Finally though, she smirked. "What are you plotting this time?" Of course she thought he was up to something. He was always up to something.

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[Victor Creed]

Victor smirked down at Merfonde as he lingered so closely, "Just thinking of how fast you could run in the snow." And the psychopath was back, well a little.

He lingered for a moment longer before his other hand rose up to brush his knuckles against her cheek. "I dont think you want to admit it." He smirked wickedly to her as he spoke in a rough whisper. "That we are one in the same. Maybe you try to rationalize it with your 'work'. But you like to kill people just as much as I do. Don't you?" He sniffed the air near her, just getting a hint of her scent to his senses again. She still smelled of gunpowder but there wasn't that all too familiar copper scent of blood. "But have you actually been close to your kills? Seen the look in their eyes? Tasted their blood?" Those knuckles moved down her cheek, until his thumb moved down and rested on her lower lip softly. "Now...that, is an experience."

He was trying to get under her skin and see just how far he could push this..lack of hatred towards him. After all, even he was confused as to why a woman would prefer his company over anyone else.

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His response made her chuckle softly. "Faster then you think." Maybe not faster then him, but she was a Bounty Hunter. She wouldn't let snow slow her down nearly as much as people would think.

As he started his next series of remarks though, Merfonde fell deathly silent, her steady gaze never turning away from him, the woman not moving an inch even when he touched her face. Unusually calm. She wasn't to sure how to respond to what he said. Actually, she wasn't sure what to think about such a concept, but strangely, and unexpectedly, anger wasn't even considered. It might throw him off a little, seeing as he still couldn't figure her out. He would learn pretty quickly that only certain things angered her, and this wasn't one of them.

"What makes you think that...?" Like him, her voice had dropped to a whisper. She wasn't denying, or agreeing with him yet. For now, she only wanted to know why he thought she was just like him. The part about the kills though... made her smirk. "If I did that, I'd have to take my killings into the shadows, though." Merfonde wasn't known for.... silent kills. No, she took those shots in the most public places possible...

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[Victor Creed]

Creed would lean his head in closer to Merfonde for effect mainly as he continued to speak in that dark whisper. "Why the shadows? The best look is the look from those innocent people that have never expected to see such horrors." She wasn't really responding to this line of 'questioning' so Victor decided to abandon it. He pushed himself from the door frame with the hand that was braced there. Moving away with a swift movement it was amazing that he didn't take her face off with his claws when his other hand left her face.

"Well you may not be hungry but I am." He mentioned offhandedly as he walked back into the cabin and towards his meager kitchen. This would probably be another interesting thing for Merfonde to witness. While everyone saw him as a psychopathic murderer, which he was, he wasn't half bad cook. Of course it wasn't anything too major, he was a man after all. Living out in the wilderness of Canada didn't really turn anyone into a Gordon Ramsey. At any rate, by the time he was done he had a very rare piece of venison and two small red potatoes that had been boiled and a warm roll. He put the plate down at the small table he had along with a cold beer.

victor sat down unceremoniously and started to cut his food and eat. Though Merfonde had requested nothing to eat before, he had prepared a plate for her and left it in the kitchen if she had changed her mind.

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Merfonde just kept smirking. "I think I'll stick with public assassinations." She had several reasons. One, she liked guns more then hand to hand. Two, there was less chance of being caught. Three, she didn't have to provide proof of death to her clients when it was all over the news... Unlike Victor though, she wouldn't admit that she liked the reactions to her assassinations. Admit being the key word...

Just like that, Victor was off on another topic, and off into the cabin all in one swift movement. He moved like a jungle cat, everything he did far to graceful for his lumbering size and unmatched speed. It made him a formidable foe. It was a strange concept, a man being better then her. Even stranger? Merfonde admitting this, and not doing anything to change it.

A few moments passed, and the dark haired woman followed him back inside, interesting in just what he might do in preparation to eat. She was mildly surprised. He actually knew how to cook, a talent you would never even consider when thinking of the man. "Aren't you full of surprises..." The comment wasn't really meant to be responded to, more of her thinking aloud. Even more surprising was that he fixed more then one portion, leaving the other in the kitchen, obviously meant for her if she got hungry.

The gesture was actually sweet. Wait. Did Merfonde actually just say something about Victor was sweet? Now she was more confused then ever. Everything she'd learned about this man was being contradicted.

She'd settled in an armchair, her expression thoughtful as she tried to straighten out her thoughts. The silence between them was rather comfortable, Victor busy with his food, Merfonde with her thoughts. Finally though, after who knows how long, she spoke up. "It seems the more I learn about you, the more confusing you get."

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[Victor Creed]

The silence hadn't bothered him at all. Though he was concentrating on his meal, so he really had no reason to try to make conversation.

Victor was finishing his meal when she finally spoke those words. A bit of a sadistic smirk came to his lips as he glanced over to the chair she decided to enhabit. "Confusing? You really believe everything that you've heard about me?" He rose from the chair and went back to the kitchen to dispose of his plate.

When he returned to the room he folded his arms across his chest. "Well they're probably right." He gave a chuckle. Well he couldn't deny most of the things that he was sure that those people said. Whoever those people were. A lot of his exploits were caught on camera and broadcasted on news networks. The only thing that could contradict was the reports of him being a complete raving psychotic monster. Yes he was psychopathic...but even he had days off. And really...being out in the wilderness of Canada always calmed him. Something about the busy city that unsettled him.

"So...is this confusion a good thing or a bad thing?" Not that he really cared either way but he was curious to know what she was thinking.

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It seemed even when he was at ease, you just knew he was someone that could rip you apart. It was interesting, to say the least, but as expected Merfonde wasn't phased at all by his menacing expressions. "If I believed everything I'd heard, do you really think I'd be here?" Even she had to stop to think about this.

Would she still be here? Probably not. If she'd thought she knew everything about him, she wouldn't have been curious enough to come find him in the first place. Of course, she knew at least some of these rumors were true, but the media had a way of exaggerating things.

"Hmmmm...." She slowly blinked, running her fingers through her hair as she thought. "I haven't decided yet. This doesn't happen that often." Rarely was Merfonde confused, but you could blame that on her antisocial skills. She didn't seem like the type of person to stick around someone long enough to ever be confused. So, as you could imagine, she wasn't all that sure what she was supposed to do, or think.

Merfonde wasn't sure how to approach this foreign situation. She was so used to people being predictable. And the more she knew about a person, the more predictable they became. Apparently Victor was different. She didn't know how to read this strange man...

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[Victor Creed]

Creed watched her for a long moment as she thought so deeply. Was it really that hard? Did she really need to know what it was so badly?

He moved forward suddenly, though it wasn't meant to be quick it could possibly catch the woman off guard. His hands were placed on the arms of the chair she sat in as he loomed downward to look her in the eyes again. "Or maybe you have the old conflict in that pretty little head of yours." The twisted little smirk came back again before he stood up and walked around to the back of that chair.

"'I kill for a living...but should I be enjoying it?' The answer is yes, my dear little Bunny, you are a predator. It is only natural to enjoy death's company." While Victor lingered behind her she could feel his hands wandering up into her hair again. Nothing unfamiliar but he had a few strands of her hair into his hands and lifted it up to his nose so he could smell that fragrance of her scent again. "And being the predator that you are...then perhaps that is what draws you to me again." He let her hair go before he leaned down again, this time returning those hands to the arms of the chair but leaning his head down next to hers. "You want it..." He said those words in a dark growl to his voice.

Was Victor trying to be suggestive? Oh yes. Hell she was lucky that he had no desire to rip the clothes from her body and take her right there whether she liked it or not. Well...he had the desire but for some reason he didn't do it. For some reason, he wanted her to want it, enjoy it....crave it. So for the time being he was enjoying the possibility of creating as much tension as he possible could.

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Victors quick movement wasn't exact smart, especially considering, the woman had been waiting for some sort of attack since the moment she arrived, even if she had seemed rather relaxed. Her hands moved to draw hidden knifes... But stopped right before, letting her fingers touch the hilts but not grab them yet. It was a reflex, but somehow she'd managed to stop herself from drawing. Neither of them seemed interested in a fight right now, so starting one unintentionally would be a bad idea.

Other then that, she didn't move in the chair, her cool and calculating gaze meeting his own. For a moment, she didn't say anything, just fixed him with that cold stare until he moved out of sight. As expected, there wasn't much of a reaction when she felt his hands in her hair, of course that didn't mean she wasn't wary. If those fingers of his decided to close around her neck he'd probably lose a finger, or even a whole hand. "Would that make you death, then?"

Everything he said put her on edge, as he probably expected, her whole body tensing. Strangely though, it made her think. It was no surprise that he might be lusting after her, but Merfonde? Was he right to assume she was lusting after him as well? Perhaps a little...

"And if you're wrong..?" She tilted her head just enough that she could see in out of the corner of her eyes, her expression hard to read. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was getting to her, making her doubt her own thoughts and motives for being there...

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[Victor Creed]

Victor arched a brow as she questioned his death statement. "Hmph...I may have killed a lot of people...but I am far from being Death." He hadn't moved from his current position, simply lingering there and enjoying how tense she was. He knew she had her hand on a weapon of some kind, that he didn't doubt at all. Part of him wanted to give her a reason to draw it but he wasn't going to go that far...yet.

Those clawed fingers went to work again as he pushed her hair back from her neck, letting him get a nice view of that bare flesh. He turned his head slightly just so she could feel his warm breath against that patch of skin he revealed. His voice came again in that dark whisper, mostly in an attempt to rise a shiver through her spine. "If I'm wrong...then leave." Well if she left then his fun would be all gone. But in reality he really didn't care if she stayed or not. If she left then he would go back to what he usually did to pass the time. If she stayed...well things may just get a little more interesting.

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Merfonde smirked a little, but didn't respond. She wanted to ask why she would enjoy his company then, but that sort of question would probably get a very.... interesting response. Instead though, it seemed like that trail of conversation was lost to them.

His breath raised goosebumps, and, as expected, a chill down her spine. It was times like these that a normal person's fight or flight response would kick in, but as expected, the reflex had been taught out of this woman. She felt no desire to do either, just kept him in her sights out of the corner of her eyes. Instead, the woman had an adrenaline rush, prepared for whatever he might try next. Well... Almost anything.

Who would expect him to basically say 'There's the door if you don't want to be here'? He wasn't the type to consider other people's 'feelings'. As you could imagine, Merfonde was puzzled. What should she do? Take her chance to leave? Or stay? "Do you expect me to run?" In her own way, she had basically just told him she didn't plan on leaving quite yet. Quite literally, she had told him he wasn't wrong.

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