Oh yeah.
Possible death quotes.
-actual death-
"Huh... it seems I... overdid it... Forgive me."
-drawing back-
"Uh. I cant take any more wounds... I´ll have to fall back. Sorry."

you want to continue on here?

Yipp :3

"Red. What exactly is the purpose of your questionaire?"

The love *throws pink glitter* He has it all
//shot

//Conversations.
Sometimes you gotta tie a killer to a chair to get them.

"youre antisocial and its sad " continues to poke him with a stick
"you need to make some friends or something!"

//thats the right way i think

"Sad? It´s normal." *blinks shortly and tilts head* "Why do you care anyway?"

//best way yo

//you know it

"I care about everyone thats what makes me a flawed fighter. besides i know how lonely life can get."

"I´m not lonely if that is your opinion. I barely choose to leave other people alone." *sighs slightly* "I am not meant to be with them."

//I really need to get his C!E-bio done so you´ll know why he´s sceptical about people
But it´s 3 am where I live
Woo

//12:30 XD who needs sleep

he shrugs and unsheathes his killing edge as he sharpens it
"hey im not the one who talks to himself infront of a mirror."

//assuming thats whats going on in the picture XD it looks like it

//Why is there a 3 that´s supposed to be a 9
I´ve been awake for so long I no longer know time

//Nah it´s supposed to be the conversation frames, the "Hi" was just a support-gag XD
But he sometimes mumbles stuff in front of a mirror. Mostly to chase memories away and to remind himself he can´t just kill anything near him like he´s used to. *pats him* Good bby. Don´t kill off all the people.

//its a conspiricy

//yus him and that fluffy hair mhmhmhmhm
btw
if
ya know
someone
drew him
by chance
what would his eye color be

*just sighs again and stares at the wall* "That´s for your own sake."

//Uhhh it´s red, he´s got partial albinism, therefore his hair is greyish-blue instead of blue-black (that would be the genetically correct haircolor)
Also I guess I´ll draw a certain someone then
But rather af.ter I slept because rn the only thing I could possibly draw would be buttoms
Hehe

"well then..
my favorite color is orange. most people hate orange.. but i think of sunsets. something so breathetaking ya know?"
re sheathes the deadly blade that has obviously seen battle

//This totally just should be the end of the C-Conversation with him just sitting there and resigning while your char keeps on talking to him. XD
Or what do you think?

//leaves him tied to the chair and walks off XD

// Oh shiet XD
Do you wanna start the B-Conversation too? C:
I am so pumped rn but also tired how do I even work

//haha im game.

//what situation tho. Af.ter a battle maybe? .w.

//sounds perfect ^^
vance grunts and holds his side
"ugh... that was close V if your not careful you could end up a pin cushion..."

"Let a healer take a look at that. It could get infected." *looks at him from some distance, his arms crossed*

//He has the habit to analyze the fighting styles and reactions of people before he approaches them. Therefore he sometimes watches them on the battlefield and maybe even keeps a throwing knife ready to aid them. /secretly good guy Jaffar/

Smirks "look whos caring now-o-ow" he pulls his hand off the wound to see blood on his hand

"I only make sure people stay alive. ...Do you need help or are you able to walk on your own?" The assassin glances at the wound as Vance takes off his hand, narrowing his eyebrows a bit. "It shoul´ve stopped bleeding by now..."

looks dizzy
"y-you know i dont think ive ever bled so much... "
shakes his head
"-im fine dont worry about it-"

He sighs shortly, walks up to him and grabs the arm opposite to the wounded side. "Loosing too much blood is never good", Jaffar mumbles as he places Vance´s arm around his neck to get him to the healers.

his half closed eyes seem to scan you as he forces a smile "t-thanks-"

He sighs again as he approaches the healers, but manages to put on a little smile.
"You know, it took four hours until I got away from that chair again."

//end of conversation B or did you plan anything in particular? owo

//XD 4 hours
nope not in particular ^^

//Yoooo you wanna go for the next one too? I guess I could write out some backstory in this. XD

//totally! as it being A support it has to be deep and emotional.
or goofy
XD who knows.
BACKSTORY TIME
MY EYES BURN DAMN CAT HAIR

//gathers cats
Dey mine now
Allright then, uhm, situation... Maybe Dzhafar (I need to start writing it like this) taking a blow for Vance? He´d totes do that at this point.

//totes. do you mind if i reply on the internet?
its tedious typong on ds and im trying to draw a pic

//not at all owo
I´ll answer from the DS though, I´m nowhere near a computer rn XD

Alright perfect you start this one ^^

//allright yo owo

"Watch out!" With the call Vance gets pushed to the side so the sword aiming at his back wouldn´t hit him. Yet it slides directly into the shoulder of the man that shoved him away. A gasp escapes his throat as the risen jerkes its arm upwards, leaving a deep cut in the flesh of the blue-haired.

Vance's eyes widen as a rage over comes him driving his sword into the risen who attacked pulling it upward in a graceful movement that leaves the creature in two before it dissolves
He grits his teeth and picks dzafar up
"You idiot you could've gotten killed!!"

"So could´ve you." He pants, yet manages to stand up, holding his shoulder. "I knew it wouldn´t be that fatal. The shock is holding off the bleeding right now. And I´m used to pain." Stumbling, the assassin looks around for any others as he takes the nearest path to the back lines. "I´ve been trained to do so."

"damn you.. " he sighs
"No one can be trained out of pain.. Its inescapable.. Its written in your eyes.. I'm getting you to a damn healer! "

"I can´t say I don´t feel pain. I simply have a higher tolerance. It´s one of the first things that gets beate into you when you´re being trained to become a killer." His breath is heavier by now, yet he still stumbles into safer territory by himself. "Literally."

"Or when you're completely broken down to the point where your left as a callus...life hardens you.. Making it harder and harder to find something that can hurt even more than the scars you aleady bear.." by now he's practically carrying him to a healer

"The second thing one learns is... you´re alone. Everybody hates you. And in return, you kill whom you´re assigned to kill." He caughs shortly, taking a deep breath afterwards. "And then you get to kill. ...That is the reason why I don´t like company. I´m afraid I... I could hurt them. I´ve done too much already."

//here we go with the emotional part

He looks down at him
"And yet you threw yourself in the way to save me. "
Smirks slightly
" i don't know about you but I think that counts for something brother. "

"Brother, huh...", he mumbles, closing his eyes for a second, then he forces a small smile onto his face.
"I guess I´ll have to get used to it."

"Don't do anything reckless again ESPECIALLY if its for me.. You matter alright.. The people you fight with need you..
I can't replace that.. "

As he is sat down at the back rows, waiting for a healer to join them, the assassin just laughs silently.
"I took enough lives to know their value. ...You´re a great friend, Vance. So don´t die on me while I can´t watch your back."

He simply smiled and bowed slightly
"You never quite told me your favorite color!"

"Oh, it´s blue. Just like the sky."

//good point to stop or rather nah?

//I´m going to sleep now anyway my heada already hurtw
s

//haha I fell asleep anyway
That was a lot of fun. ^^ thank you