[CLOSED/OPEN] I'm not so bad once you get to know me--then, I'm FAR worse.

[perma_banned]

CHARACTERS: Ban & Guests
DATE: Allll of October
WARNINGS: violent bounty prompts
SUMMARY: First week or so at Perdition's Rest

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[perma_banned]

A snort followed Widowmaker at that and Ban relaxed considerably more. It wasn't as if he needed to pay attention for his own safety and Widowmaker was already alert enough that she would catch most if not all possible ambushes. Anyone looking to shoot at them would likely aim for the bigger, less attentive target. With a lazy posture, he realized he was better suited as bait than much else from a distance.

"Lemme guess~" The fact that she didn't hold back in the slightest to pull the trigger and take a life was the best possible indicator to cement an idea he had in mind. "Assassin? You seem like the uptight, meticulous sort who'd excel at that kinda thing~. Bet your room's tidier than a priest's."

Ban turned to grin at Widowmaker, feeling a whole lot more comfortable teasing her once the dust settled.

[araigneedusoir]

For just a moment she looked back at him, meeting his grin with her usual stoicism. Even if she may have looked even the slightest bit surprised and even the faintest bit impressed -- despite the fact that she was truthfully impressed with his guess. She huffed slightly, frowning and turning back to the road.

"You're right, I am an assassin." She didn't confirm or deny the rest of it, even if it was true. She was meticulous and had a definite penchant for keeping everything very neat and clean. Disorder took away from her ability to find what she needed when she needed and any clutter on the floor would slow her down if she was attacked.

Of course she'd always favored a clean work space even in her life before.

[perma_banned]

A long ranged weapon, an unnerving calm and the willingness to put people down without hesitation had been enough for Ban to tell. Not all Holy Knights were cold-blooded and ruthless killers but among them there were men and women like Ban and Widowmaker. While his job description didn't specifically tout him as a killer rather than a hero, he knew what he was meant to be. Meliodas would stress that their goal wasn't to kill people. Ban knew naivety would just get his allies and friends killed. Among them, there had to be people willing to carry the sharp knife and, in Widowmaker's case, someone willing to pull the trigger.

It came easily to him for a number of reasons. Empathy hadn't always been his strongest suit. Allowing himself to get tortured just to feel alive had been plenty to eliminate most worries over the pain of people he wasn't fond of, none the less his own. Without realizing it at first, Ban set himself up in the niche of people best suited to do dirty work. The realization, when it came, didn't surprise him. It seemed to fit perfectly.

There was the slightest sign in Widowmaker that his assessment was good and that was enough to draw a giggle from him. As ruthless as he was, Ban still possessed a temperament that made him seem completely and utterly immature.

"Knew it! Kahaha--well, I guess that's why we get along~. Most folks in our group don't deal well with me when I get serious ♪."

It was a relief, one way or another. Ban felt less alone with a realization of that magnitude.

[araigneedusoir]

"People are too soft," she replied, staring on ahead as she spoke. "They have yet to accept that there are people like us that have to do the work they won't." A note of bitterness edged into her words, struck out with a vaguely amused grunt. She wasn't a hero by any sense of the word so working with people like this -- among a few Overwatch agents instead of against them, without Talon feeding her orders -- left her with a sense of confusion. She still wasn't a hero, but she wasn't quite a terrorist anymore either.

Widowmaker hadn't quite found her niche yet in this team; she just played it as 'business as usual' without a few key parts. She just followed a few of her own ground rules and minded the warnings. 'Don't kill anyone on the team.'

With Ban she didn't have to worry about being judged for the way she handled herself when she pulled the trigger, she didn't have to worry about how she'd hide that rush. It was a small comfort.

Her attention rose from the path to the sky, frowning slightly as she watched the growing absence of sunlight. "Once the sun goes down we'll either have to turn back or proceed with a lot more caution." They could always return in the morning and finish the job then, however she wasn't above continuing on regardless, she was far from blind in the dark.

[perma_banned]

The hardness that crept into Widowmaker's tone seemed to suddenly betray the unerring calm that she had built upon every time they met, before. Ban gave pause, listening as the smile on him slowly began to dwindle. He kept his eyes forward, watching the same horizon as sunlight drained and left them bathed in red. It was appropriate enough--the two of them being soaked scarlet in that twist in their conversation.

He found himself smiling as the red drained away, "You and I know this is a done deal~."

The way their last scuffle went, Widowmaker made it clear that she was in another league compared to the gunmen locals. Thieves who turned traitors after spending their lives as ordinary workers and miners couldn't exactly compare to someone who maintained discipline and composure enough to rival a monk's dedication.

"Somehow, I doubt you'd be satisfied leavin' a job unfulfilled against amateurs like them."

Once the red was all gone and Ban felt the warmth drain from them, he cast a cool and relaxed breath, resuming his stride. After a lengthy pause, he went on.

"Y'know, I don't mind being the bad guy. I like those good, naive people, too. Makin' sure they stay good makes paying the price kinda worth it."