Mun just found out about sunset_resort...Canon is Far Cry 3

[thedefinitionof_insanity]

[For once, Vaas is quite calm as he speaks]

 ...So.you found me an island....It's not my island, which was the whole point of this...But...

[Giving his neck an absent crack to the side as he fiddles with something in his hand]

I suppose, it'll do. For now.

For the moment, my simple little mun, you've done well. I'm happy, you're slightly less retarded than I thought...so far, it's win-win.

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[islandhijinks]

[Stares, why?]

...Why?

[thedefinitionof_insanity]

[Ah, Snow White - he was just thinking about you. But for the time being, he's going to look at you like you just purposefully walked into a wall]

'Why'? Why...what? Why do I want an island?

[Gesturing outwards with his hands]

What kind of a fucking stupid question is that, eh? Unless you're wondering why I didn't invite you first?

[And there's his usual, playful-yet-nasty grin]

Tell you what, Jason. You and me, we can go to this place. It'll be fucking great, just like old times, eh?

[islandhijinks]

No, why would your mun indulge you that desire?

And I really don't want to.

[He's kind of done with islands now.]

[thedefinitionof_insanity]

[Aw, come on Jason. He only tried to kill you once or five times.]

Because she fucking loves me!

[This is closely followed by a laugh and a shake of the head]

S'hard not to, you know? With a face like this...[Pointing to his face, his smile darkens into a smirk, then a pout as his hand drops]

Jason, Jason..you're breaking my fucking heart, hermano - you know...you were nothing more than a giant pain in my ass, back in the day, back on the island...but you know, the more I think about it, the more alike I think we really are

[islandhijinks]

[Is that supposed to make things better? :|]

I really doubt that.

[He sighed and shook his head.]

I ain't nothin' like you "hermano". And would you stop calling me that? [Its annoying.]

[thedefinitionof_insanity]

[..Yes? :) ]

Now now, Jason - no need to be rude. I'm perfectly fucking lovable.

[The smirk only grows]

Ah ah, I'm thinking you are. How many people you killed, hm? I'll tell you.

[And just as fast, it becomes that much more sinister]

Enough to put us on the same level. Hermano.

[islandhijinks]

[No. :|]

You sure dont look or act like it.

How many have you killed?

[Because you probably killed a lot more. Also, that might become a new trigger word.]

[thedefinitionof_insanity]

[Pfft. Rude.]

That's a subjective opinion, motherfucker

I don't know, ese - unlike you, I don't dwell on trivial shit like that. But you know, you murdered enough of my men to make me wonder

[islandhijinks]

[Thats just one option.]

I'm more positive that its a fact.

It's not murder if they were the ones murdering.

[thedefinitionof_insanity]

You do know the definition of 'murder', yes?

[Silly Jason...]

By that logic, it would be perfectly fine for me to blow your brains right outta your skinny white ass here and now.

[aaron_agate]

"For the moment, my simple little mun, you've done well. I'm happy, you're slightly less retarded than I thought...so far, it's win-win."

Priceless!

[thedefinitionof_insanity]

[Appreciation is generally well received. Although..]

The fuck you typing so small for, eh?

((My fuckup, not the character's))

[aaron_agate]

You have hearing problems. I was typing just fine.

((I thought so, dw - sorry, he's one to point these things out :) he's a pain in the ass ))

[thedefinitionof_insanity]

[He narrows his eyes, but after a few seconds of realizing he doesn't care, he just shrugs flippantly.]

Whatever you say, hermano.

[Now, back to praising him]

You know, it makes a nice change - to have some one come on here and not bite my fucking head off

((Dear Mun brings out the worst in all of us. >:D))

[aaron_agate]

I know, right?

These shitbags got nothing to do but whine and posture, or else bitch and moan.

"Oh, mun! My life is so very fucking hard because you can't get off your melted neckbeard ass to write out a fucking post! You don't love me anymore! You love chickenshit-sama more this season~!"

Fuck that. Fuck being a whiny little prick.

((That it does, that it does!))

[thedefinitionof_insanity]

[Well, you managed to make him laugh, whoever you are. Pointing a finger at the stranger as his chuckling dies down, he nods to himself.]

You're a funny motherfucker. Like a fucking comedian, or some shit like that. BUT, I am inclined to agree with you. All the time it's 'give me this, give me that, suck my dick' - and whenever I make a post here, just a little post, minding my own business, these fuckers think it's okay to come here and tell me what the fuck is what

S'messed up. hermano.

[breastpionage]

An island, hm?

Sounds romantic.

[thedefinitionof_insanity]

That's one word for it

[breastpionage]

I assume you've got a better one?

[thedefinitionof_insanity]

Eh, I can think of a few others

[Given that all that really happens on said island is murder, substance abuse and human trafficking...]

Tell me, hermana - are you a fan of beaches? [Smirk] S'got a lot of those.

[breastpionage]

I think you'd be hard-pressed to find a red-blooded woman who isn't.

But are we talking peaceful, private resorts- or dangerous uncharted lands, here? Something tells me this isn't some simple little tourist-trap.

[thedefinitionof_insanity]

It's, ah...a little mix of the two. Dangerous? Yes. Peaceful...depends on where you are. But, it's home.

[Vaas, you use that word like you know what it means.]

We got a lot of tourists come in, not so many leave. Lovely weather, though.

[breastpionage]

Well well... A little danger, a little peace, sunny skies- and, in all likelihood- a nefarious scheme keeping it all together.

Somehow, you've managed to say all the right things. How could one possibly ignore such tempting variety?

[thedefinitionof_insanity]

[He smirks again]

Well I don't know - some people, you know..they don't have room in their lives for a little..'excitement'

What's your name?

[breastpionage]

Most people don't know the meaning of the word.

[It's her turn to return his smirk.]

Give me a moment. I haven't decided yet.

[She taps her chin; thinking for a moment. And then, after some consideration-]

...Call me EVA.

[thedefinitionof_insanity]

Eva, Eva...[He says it a few times under his breath, his accent giving it a slightly different ring]

..You look like an 'Eva'. That's rare, suiting your name, I think..

[breastpionage]

Do I? [That makes her smile, a bit; full lips curving upward into a coy smirk.] Well I'm glad you like it. I've grown rather fond of the name myself...

[Thus why she decided to keep it among her many favorite aliases.]

Admittedly it doesn't sound too bad rolling off that tongue of yours, either. So how does your name stack up against the man behind it, Mr...?

Sorry, had to go out for a bit :)

[thedefinitionof_insanity]

[Is it just him, or is your tone just a tad flirtatious?]

Vaas.

No prob; I also had to work

[breastpionage]

[Mmmaaaybe.]

'Vaas'... [She repeats; mulling it over.]

Interesting. Quick and to-the-point; easy yet memorable.

[EVA leans in closely; as if to whisper a secret.] Are you easy-yet-memorable, Mr. Vaas?

It's okay. I won't tell.

[thedefinitionof_insanity]

[As she leans in to whisper to him, he can't help but move back an inch or so - not out of dislike, per say, but more out of it being unexpected. Having women act like this around him isn't something he's necessarily used to. But, her comment still gets a low chuckle, and a look of consideration]

You know I have to admit, I've never given it much thought. I suppose it would depend on your..personal definition of 'memorable'

[A junkie psychopath pirate who tortures and sells people into the sex trade sounds pretty memorable

[breastpionage]

Hmn. [EVA merely makes a slight noise of curiosity within her throat- then leans back once more after a moment of allowing the closeness to linger.] Well, I'd say it'd simply have to be someone exciting enough to make an impact on the people they meet.

[She cants her head to the side; raising her brow at the man.] ...And, on a somewhat-related note- You've got the scars of a man who doesn't work your typical 9-5 job, Mr. Vaas.

One can't help but wonder what kinds of things you must do in your spare time, then.