BETTER LATE THAN NEVER

[rocksforbrains]

CLOAK AND COVER (C&C-2) THE OPEN RP
(Now with more shitty cropped images!)

-> Treat this basically the same as the C&C2020 open RP or any other open log! Set your thread wherever you want and go nuts!
-> Keep in mind the major change of this universe is that evil is rampant  so feel free to blow shit up or whatev
-> It's cool to wing your character if you don't feel like going back to the meme and filling out your bio
-> NO ONE IS LATE

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[doubleoohbaby]

[It was rare for Bond to meet with any potential customers. Meetings were too personal, too dangerous and yet... he can't help but be intrigued. Fellow imPorts are always fascinating, like an elite few all part of something bigger.

Even so, James is just there for the business, and when meeting one of these 'elite few' within the quiet confines of a mostly empty warehouse, he can't be blamed for being overly cautious. His black hood is up but the face mask is down, gaining enough cover for now from the dull lighting of the area for both visibility (or lack thereof) and places to hide should gunmen storm the place. Paranoia never hurt anyone and he can't be blamed for packing his own heat, a pistol tucked away in his waistband and several blades concealed against limbs, along with on hanging at his belt.

The waiting is the worst bit...]

[machinis]

[ The soft clack-clack of his footsteps gave him away. It wasn't the sound of feet, but more of a arachnid noise, if one could hear an arachnid move. The gait itself was reminiscent enough, regardless. He'd worn his own hood, but it wasn't precisely necessary.

Nobody knew his face. It was more of an acting out sort of thing. If one was going to become something, might as well go all out. He'd always had a penchant for heroes and villains, anyway.

The spidery mechanics attached to his waist, the tubes linking him to the rest of the machine shuddered when he stopped before the other one. Silence filling the room. ]

Well, you're the one I've heard so much about, aren't you?

[doubleoohbaby]

[James had done his research, he knew what to expect, but he wasn't quite prepared for the freakshow before him. Not that he'd ever quite so eloquently voice such words to anyone giving him money. He knows his role; keep quiet, do the job, get paid. It's a very simple process that he's not about to fuck up by pointing out peculiarities.

With a single step forward, James puts himself into view, head tilted as he gives a sweeping gaze of the other.]

All good, I hope. I have a reputation to uphold.