<span style="font-style: italic">"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 light-bulb 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 fucking 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?"</span><br/><br/>He turned to Bartholomew, a big grin forming on his face with, flashing his sharp canines a little in the process while trying not to chuckle so much. It seemed to be working... For now. "Seems we have the same field of expertise then... Bartholomew." Blake said, his accent coming at long last, making the man sound relaxed and slightly witty. "I would hope you would not mind me tagging along... I don't mean to brag but... There are a couple of people and beasts who've forgotten my name is carved on their asses." He said, letting out a slight laugh from his lips. In any case, Blake saw nothing in travelling with these two or anyone here, to be honest. They were all in some aspect... Unique. Nobody could stand out like a sore thumb too much, if at all.<br/><br/>"Seems my Master has made up his mind... And at that point, who am I to argue?" Said Armaros, who if one were to look into his helmet would see that he was blushing from a little embarrassment.