Bartholemew nods. "One- I bet we have this in common; had no say in being a killer, had shit done to use that was horribly painful, lives ruined by supernatural bullshit?" He opens with, arms held out wide and non threatening- showing his heavily scarred chest, and a part of the rose-chain-skull tatoo. He's wearing a leather coat, but no shirt under it, it seems.<br/><br/>"Two- I /specifically/ hunt down and /kill/ groups like the one you mentioned. Actually- yeah! THey've fuck- HEY! THAT WAS THE GROUP THAT WAS CHASIN SCAR! MIDNIGHT WHATEVER!" He says, a lightbulb expression on his face for a moment before he shakes his head.<br/><br/>"Three- my Current Profession, is killing shit even worse than myself until one of the various monsters is bigger than me. So I figure you get to see me die eventually /anyway/ if instead of shooting me now, you team up with me, and we go hunt fuckin horrific monsters together. You, me, Scar, and whoever the fuck else thinks they've got big enough brass ones to come along. Hows that sound?"