Puppets and Snakes

serpentsniper started following you  

sir-antlers:

Well, I’m usually pretty good about askin’ before I start breakin’ faces with no reason. ‘sides this helmet would probably do a bit more than crush your face.

-didn’t help that he grinned a little smugly at that-

Alright, here’s the deal: ‘m lazy and not eager to get hurt if not really necessary. Honestly Oi can’t even tell if my rifle is loaded right now or not. It’s amazin’ how easy ya get away with that as a sniper.
Anyway: If yer not pissin’ against my leg, Oi won’t piss against yers.

*his eyes wandered off while he was talking, taking a good look of the man’s helmet. Like a little child that has to touch everything, he already raised a hand to the antlers, but pulls it back before he could actually make contact*

serpentsniper started following you  

sir-antlers:

Dude, it’s a fuckin expression. You paranoid or something? -raises an eyebrow, holding out a hand for him to shake anyway- Name’s Scott.

Oh…or that. Well, ya can get a lil paranoid out here. Last time Oi tried bein’ nice to one of yer kind Oi got my face crushed with a helmet. Good thing ‘ve never learned from my mistakes.
*shakes the RED’s hand*
'm Jeff. 

serpentsniper started following you  

sir-antlers:

Well you certainly seem to be quite the character.

…wot’s that even suppose to mean? Like…uh…is it…a metaphor?
Or like…a riddle…Oi know: It’s some reversed psychology stuff, right? Eh, ya almost got me there. 

huntsmandale:

serpentsniper:

Eh…

*shrugs*
…honestly don’t know. Slowly feelin’ like a bird in a cage. 

Maybe I can help yeh there.

*They approach his van, and Dale holds the door open for him.*

Been spending more time in this can then I care to admit. Sounds like we both need some air.

*The BLU follows the other sniper in his van, looking around and sees that there is not much to see, still*
Oh yeah? Wot do ya suggest? Please no road trip, ‘m too old for that…
*scratches his chest*
Alright, ‘m just too lazy. 

chapelofthegnosis:

Haitian Vodouisant drawing a veve near Port au Prince.  

Veves, not too unlike sigils, are a visual expression of the energy being invoked.  In this way, they are also a form of invocation themselves…as a visual welcome sign for the Lwa.  They are typically formed with cornmeal and are prayed over, chanted over, drummed over with movements…rum and sometimes Florida Water and the like in a supreme act of devotion to Deity.

+Palamas

crispysnakes:

Photos by Brandon Nixon over on Faunaclassifieds.

Sharp Snowglow boa, Boa Basement line.

huntsmandale:

serpentsniper:

Don’t take it serious, they are snakes. Can’t even say if Aida misses me, she probably just misses being rubbed and fed when ‘m gone for a while.

So…
*he knows the way but follows Dale anyway*
…how have ya been? 

Eh, been better, been worse. Gettin’ back into the routine. You?

Eh…
*shrugs*
…honestly don’t know. Slowly feelin’ like a bird in a cage. 

spies-never-compromise:

Well… No one else would theenk to look up there for me, and eet ees tall enough that eef I lay flat I am not so easy to see….

*Charlotte crawls off her head and drapes across her shoulders, eyeing Jeff and Berezi reaches up to scratch her chin.*

Now, while my ‘iding ‘as not been so good recently, you ‘ave been rather scarce. Where were you? 

Yer…not easy to see from the ground maybe, have ya noticed that the bases have rather high places? Somebody just had to look out their window and could easily spot ya.

*he sighs before answering the last question*

Oi was around just…Oi was thinkin’ of leavin’ the country again. No matter wot Oi try, ‘m not feelin’ it.
Ya know…feelin’ home?
*he sighs again and scratches the back of his head, when he looks back to the spy his eyes seems tired and old*
'm restless. 

huntsmandale:

Heh. I’ll leave that to you. Have to admit, I miss Aida. Damballah too, but I don’t suspect he misses me. Ah, come on in, I’ll fix yeh a cup.

*He can’t help but smile. Won’t let Jeff see it, but he smiles. It’s good to talk to an old friend again.*

Don’t take it serious, they are snakes. Can’t even say if Aida misses me, she probably just misses being rubbed and fed when ‘m gone for a while.

So…
*he knows the way but follows Dale anyway*
…how have ya been? 

spies-never-compromise replied to your post: *Jeff has a Spy sitting on the roof of his van, reading a book while Charlotte suns before it gets too cool to take her outside. She decides not to actively bother Jeff for now, instead waiting for him to find her at some point.*

*She sighs, coaxing Charlotte onto her shoulders and head and slipping down off the roof.* Eet ees a nice place to ‘ide, though…..

Oh…hey Rezzi.

*he stops and tosses the rifle on the bed*
Well…’m not sure how presentin’ yerself on top of my van is any close to a good hidin’ place.