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Luckiest Mercenary Alive
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.:Name:. Neena Thurman, alias Domino
.:Occupation:. Mercenary
.:Status:.
.:Mutant Ability:. Probability Manipulation
{Roleplaying blog for Marvel's Domino.
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“Nnn.” The knock roused him from slumber. How many hours had he got? Three. Maybe four. He’d just finished defending the school from a legion of Purifier soldiers not long ago. Apparently it was to much to ask to get some damn peace for five minutes. Logan climbed out of bed, ruffling the back of his hair. He didn’t bother getting dressed. If he was being woken at this time whoever the hell was knocking could stand to see him in his boxers.
The man they called Wolverine came to the door, grunting. He opened the latch half way, peering to see who it was. The person on the other end earned a light groan. Of all the people it had to be. “Unn…What do you want, Dom?” He opened the door all the way. Knowing her like he did this wasn’t likely to be a social call. He might have said more if it wasn’t for his sensitive eyes picking up the scope of a sniper rifle suspended on the building across. “Son of a bitch.”
The feral mutant acted instinctively, grabbing the woman and yanking her inside as the bullet whizzed past. He slammed the door shut. This was accompanied by more gunfire shattering the windows. Logan dropped low to the ground having let go of his former X-Force teammate. “I’m goin t’kill you myself once this is over.” He glared. The least you’re going to do is owe me new windows. He wasn’t going to waste time asking what she was in for this time. Not until they’d dealt with the people shooting up his house anyway.
Oh, the bullet would’ve been something she would have ducked away from regardless of Logan’s little heroic gesture; her senses were sharp, mutant powers not yet slinking back to their original dormant state, seeing as how she had been expecting an attack…just not there and then. She’d at least expected to be able to walk inside before all hell poured down upon them. Good thing she had a clawed canadian to instinctively watch her back. Good friends in good places, who claim to be the best they are at what they do…she could appreciate that.
His gruffness was like a second -if not first- nature to him, and her heat-of-the-moment cheeky responses were hers. A strong hand around her waist, a yank to catch her off-balance and at least out of the bullet’s way and a death threat, all within the span of five seconds. As gravity pulled her off her feet and she ducked, rolled and veered back up into a crouched position, the cheeky smirk made its appearance once more. Because there was just no fun in a gig if she couldn’t be the least bit cheeky.
“Be looking forward to it.”
Simultaneously with the short duration of her remark, Neena’s chalky white fingers had slipped into her holsters on either side of her hips, popped open the safety fasteners that held her glocks in place. A fraction of a moment later, her fingers were firmly positioned around the grip of both her guns, index fingers smoothing along the sides as she pulled them out, thumbs hitting and successfully deactivating the safety. It only took a split second for her to turn about and point her guns in the right direction, index fingers curving inwards from their previous position, tapping the triggers and—-bang. One hell of a lucky shot. But they didn’t need just one shot…more opponents were bound to rear their masked heads.
thebestatwhathedoes It was unusual, to say the least, for Neena Thurman to get wrapped up in a situation that she couldn’t handle on her own—-okay, it wasn’t like she couldn’t handle this particular situation, but maybe she’d gotten in a little over her head. Those were the exact same thoughts that crossed her mind when she felt the slight force of wind blowing past her as a freshly sharpened katana whizzed right past her face. Lucky strike, that’s what any of her teammates would’ve said, if they’d been there to see it. But they weren’t; she was alone and surrounded by assassins who were at least as skilled at their arts as she was, and being outnumbered by quite a few of them, that made for a tricky situation.
Now, the woman conveniently code-named Domino wasn’t exactly the type to give up easily. A few quips and tricks of her own later, she’d at least outsmarted her opponents and escaped them for the time being, and that meant she had two options; going to her apartment at the risk of them tracing her back there and creating a giant ruckus before she’d have the time to come up with one of her brilliant Plan B courses of action…or she could bring a friend in on the fun. She’d not really been much of a team player outside of the X-Force, never gotten along all that well with the self-righteous type of X-Men who looked down on her job as a mercenary, but then—-the first person to pop into her mind was precisely one of those people she could get along with swimmingly. Oh, he was going to hate her for bringing trouble to his doorstep, she had no doubt about that…but he was also going to appreciate it, in a way. He liked the thrill of the job about as much as she did, though in different ways, she reckoned.
As her hand slipped out of her black leather tactical gloves and clenched into a fist to knock on the front door, a characteristically mischievous grin slipped onto Neena’s features. By now, the assassins should’ve picked up on her trail. They should be on their way to his house, which would mean he wouldn’t be able to deny her a bit of help.
After all, wrecking the place Wolverine was holed up in? Bad idea, even for trained assassins. And the prospect of the entire situation was ever so thrilling to Domino.
thebestatwhathedoes {outofmerc. Since my old Cable bailed on me, I’m looking for a new Cable to roleplay with, not just because of the fact that Cable x Domino is pretty much my top Marvel ship, but because he’s her team leader and one of the characters she’s got the most history with. My Domino is current comic canon, which means I follow the Cable & X-Force storyline, but I have no problem with flashback RPs either. Feel free to pop into my inbox if you are or know someone who might be willing to RP with me.}
OOC: This applies to myself now as well (as we shared the same Cable) so if any Cable is interested in RPing with the very best Domino send dontcallmepatches an ask; dontcallmepatches also plays Hope Summers so you get a two-for-one in that respect.
I understand there are a buttload of Wades out there so this is mostly being signal boosted for Cables needing a Domino (but if you want a Deadpool and Domino hit me up too).
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“Through baking? How’s that work, you go around bakin’ cookies for everyone? Either way, sounds pretty neat~”
pink-curls {outofmerc. Heya, guys~
Figured I’d post an update as to how things are going over here. My finger’s healing up, but I’m still slow as all hell, so replies are going to take me a while. I’m still around, though, don’tcha dare forget about me ;D For now, I have to call it a night because I have work in the morning, but I’ll be around tomorrow after work. Night!}
outofmerc. 
It’s like this is the Bizarro version of Kitty rescuing Colossus from Astonishing X-Men.
Domino:”C’mon, I’m getting you out of here”Colossus: “Nah, I’m good.”
Domino:”…really?!”
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"Oh, hi!"