The roleplay blog for BFR. The character is Lars Alexandersson, from Tekken, owned by Namco-Bandai. Played for fun. No suing.
-Just kind of bandages the cut up, tugs the shirt on and heads out of the room to look for Kable, praying he wouldn’t run into the crazy old fart.-
Fuckin’ psycho ass bastard..who even let him on this thing..
Watch your tongue. /Lars replied, striding next to him./ Truly you amaze me in how you use that mouth for how damn young you are. /He narrowed his eyes at the other, pushing him towards the room he’d left./ Go in, shut up and let me see you. You’re wounded.
/As he looks to the other, Lars’ eyes narrowed, not in suspicion
it totally wasbut out of curiosity./ …Hello. You are?
/He rocked on his heels, not liking being in space already but hell with it. May as well not die./
Simon Silverton. Coolest badass motherfucker you’ll ever meet.
-Grins, offering a hand.-
/Okay Lars was glad he can keep a good straight poker face because holy hell he was trying so hard not to crack a grin. He failed, because the kid reminded him of a very spry little puppy. One that Jin would’ve destroyed. Eaten for breakfast?/
If you can kill Jin Kazama you’ll be allowed that title. /He shook the hand, a strong, firm grip that belied a soldier./
So… many strange… people.
He was in a space station. Not that he hadn’t ever been in one (did Russia really need two of them?). But to be frank, everyone was throwing him off. Lars was moving, searching for someone or something or anything. To do. To talk to. To feel okay with. It was rare Lars felt like drinking but right now felt like the best time.
“What I wouldn’t give to punch Jin straight in the face. At least here he rules nothing.”
Alright. *totally doesn’t believe him*
I’m from Panem. Most people that don’t shoot mindlessly first are one of the travelers.
Cocking his head to one side he thought about if he’s ever heard of a Panem.
“Odd name. What’s it like?” He only asked for if he had to go there, he’d rather know. “Forest? Mountain? This place, a literal hell? And those who shoot mindlessly first get shot point blank.” He folded his arms, leaning on the wall. While he didn’t trust the other traveler (he dared to say he trusted Fiora), he knew that there was less likely a chance of her killing him.
Lars tilted his head to the side. “Good… day? Is it day? This place is filthy.” He shifted, gun in hand, looking around.
Um, yeah, it’s daytime. * noncommittal shrug* *side eyes the gun, extremely cautious*
“Don’t think I’m going to shoot you. I don’t shoot civilians.” Lars replied with a non-committal glance to her. “this place is dangerous. At any rate, where do you hail from? I’m one of the many ‘travelers.’”