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Who What Where (Prompts)
Ask My Character (Ask a question — a character answers IC and can break the fourth wall)
Truth or Dare (PLEASE be reasonable and do not send too many. COMPLETE one before answering another! Remember that there is a truth part to it; not just dares)
Headcanon (Anons send a word and you associate it with your character)
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May I offer you this new anti hair loss shampoo? 8)
"No."
"You may not."
“You… work?”
Two simple words showing how surprised Toto was. Well, even if he spent time with this old guy, he never actually knew anything about him, no?
“What do you work as? Does it involve violence?”
"That was a joke, there's no goddamn work to do here. I can't start a company in a place like this!"
And oh, how he'd been searching. Arcadios was just so... rural, and he was an old man, he didn't have the time or energy to go and start building things, himself. Max was only good at the dirty work; killing and ordering.
peacock-dance replied to your post: headcanon: women
Girls and women are too different things daring.
"Whatever you say, dear."
Greetings, Mr Shreck. It would appear that you are starting to lose hair. Gettin' old, aren't you? How would you react to this?
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headcanon: women
Oh, he had his time with women, when he was younger, but eventually, he 'wisened up' (if you can call it that, though Max never got much of an education) and figured there was more to life than girls.
Power has always been his main goal, even when he was young, so even if he did actually flirt with women, it was never really serious. He always had plans for his company at mind.
How did you become the person that you are today?
"...Oh, you know, get the right contacts, use the right charm."
"Don't worry, it was all legal."
He cracked a grin and laughed.
"Mister Shreeeeck!" Wow why is he even greeting him.
"What is it, kid?"
"I'm working 'ere."
Who What Where (Prompts)
Ask My Character (Ask a question — a character answers IC and can break the fourth wall)
Truth or Dare (PLEASE be reasonable and do not send too many. COMPLETE one before answering another! Remember that there is a truth part to it; not just dares)
Headcanon (Anons send a word and you associate it with your character)
Who What Where (Prompts)
Ask My Character (Ask a question — a character answers IC and can break the fourth wall)
Truth or Dare (PLEASE be reasonable and do not send too many. COMPLETE one before answering another! Remember that there is a truth part to it; not just dares)
Headcanon (Anons send a word and you associate it with your character)
Brontide// open.
And that same sense of deja vu was beginning to wash over the little man. Had he made plans like this before? … No, he hadn’t. It was more of a Nygma or Joker thing, to try to reveal the Bat by shaming him. All Oswald wanted was his cash and reputation back, thank you very much! And yet the feeling that all of this was eerily familiar was beginning to come back in full force. This was weird… really, really weird. But, ignoring the warning his common sense was giving him, Ozzy continued to listen to Shreck.
It was true that all of the people here were significantly more dangerous than the clueless men and women of Gotham City. These were people with significant power to their name and tempers to boot; the sort who wouldn’t hesitate to drop a villain where he stood. To survive, you needed to get on their good side.
If you didn’t do that, you were basically dead in the water.
So far, Oswald hadn’t been doing too shabby. Not the greatest reputation, but he was tolerated by other people. He’d also been making a few… underground inquiries and alliances of his own. To see if enemies like the Bat could be taken out. But this was much better. Ruin him in the eyes of the public, and he’d be crippled. Paralyzed. Not to mention it would be a lot more satisfying.
The ginger raised an eyebrow at Shreck’s question. Why the concern over the Cat? “Much as it’d be nice to have the pretty kitty around, she ain’t here. Why… she ruffle your feathers or something?”
He stiffened, frowning ever so faintly at Oswald. "...Yes.." He said, sounding almost reluctant. "I suppose you could say that. I mean, I think she killed me... but I suppose that makes us even." Max snorted lightly, folding his arms. Well, it seemed he was a bit more safe than he'd initially thought, at least for some time. At least it all meant he wouldn't have to worry about some murderous ex-secretary going after him with the intention of killing him, allowing no exceptions.
It was still strange to think that she actually had come back from the dead. Nine lives, she'd said she had. But how was that possible? There was hardly any way Shreck could just believe that... and yet, too much had happened that proved him wrong. The truth was irrevocable.
He went silent for a moment, merely scrutinizing the Penguin, when finally, he spoke once more.
"But I'm still curious-- just why are you so different?"
There was a conceited smirk clear upon the businessman's features as he looked clearly down upon the shorter man. He did also enjoy messing with the fellow Gothamite. Of course, he should have known better to just mind his own business and ask about more pressing matters, but he was Max. He'd do what he wanted, unless his life was in danger -- which didn't happen quite often. People rarely got the chance to have the upper hand against him, but Oswald had been one of those rare people that had managed to force him into an agreement. Then again, the circumstances had changed quite a bit.
Heart of Dorkness [zodiakos open]
Souichi had made his way to the village of wisdom, he had heard tale of the library. Despite the barrier preventing his curses he wanted to learn more, maybe it will come in handy in the harsh wilderness or pitch black tunnels. He always resented being sent to the village of strength, it felt like a big “fuck you for being the lanky shit you are.” He would have been much more comfortable among scholars, though he never cared much for math or literature or science or… anything really. All he was here for was myths and lore, a touch of black magic to level him out a bit.
Once he’d reached the library he hurriedly threw open the front door and searched down the rows of books. It was all a little overwhelming, but he had purpose, he wouldn’t be dissuaded from his unholy task. “Fear me, I am the almighty Souichi” He said under his breath “and I’m bored.” All the books seemed pretty vanilla, much to his dismay. A small section seemed to have some magic books though, and he perked up immediately. “contract?” nope “alchemy” nada “magicka” no siree “VOODOO” bingo! The words were etched in big, red letters across the spine, it seemed to be the size of ten bibles. He snatched the book from the shelf with a mighty heave, it was thicker than his arm.
He quickly checked out and started to lug it back to his village, it was a losing battle though. “This thing weighs more than I do!” He lamented, trying to prop it onto his back and falling down. He laid there for a bit, breathing hard, he spit a nail in frustration. “uhh… any help?” He called out, a little ashamed at his weakness.
"Having trouble?" Max asked, approaching the kid. He had to wonder why someone would bother checking out such a large book when they could just spend some time at the library reading it. Heck-- why would someone even make such a large piece of literature? It had to be a pretty interesting read, especially if someone so young had decided to take it home.
Upon closer inspection, the businessman was rather unnerved to see the large red letters etched across the book's spine: VOODOO.
A kid, taking a book like that home. Perhaps it would have been better if he'd just left the fellow alone... but, then again, Maximilian hardly believed in such foolish things such as magic. It was all hardly worth his time. And besides, the guy didn't seem to be very powerful-- oh. That nail.
He frowned, then grabbed the book and hauled it off the child's back. "You alright?"
Ooh, a powerful man? Those types were always fun to watch break down. So strong, so focused on themselves and their ruling. Aha! They never knew what was coming to get them— and when they finally figured it out? Their lives were already scattered on the floor like one of their expensive broken vases. Pitiful! “Says the nimrod in a cheap suit. Do you not keep up with the latest trends, or can you not afford it? No, wait. Don’t tell me. You’re a man who has a lot of money but wastes it on stupid things no one but yourself cares about, right?”
He did his best to hold back a snort of amusement. "I gotta say, at least I don't look like an eskimo."
The kid's words hardly bothered Max. He'd heard worse-- no, he deserved worse, and the funny thing about it was that he knew he did. After all, he'd done more than enough scandalous deeds to be put in jail for his whole life. Of course, the mere thought of being punished didn't frighten him one bit. He did, naturally, have his priorities which came far above moral values. They could all go to hell, for all he cared.
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Wiress observed him carefully, her eyes calculating as she took in his words. She was curious as to what he was about to say but knew better than to pursue the subject. She vaguely wondered if he was much like herself: killed in his home world before somehow ending up here. She had yet to meet others who met the same fate as her.
Of course she wouldn’t find a kindred spirit in Max. The way he was looking at her now, it reminded her of the Careers looking down at the tributes from the other districts. Because they came from the more privileged districts and have trained for the Games their whole lives, they thought themselves better than the other districts. Of course, Finnick, Annie and Mags weren’t like that; they were actually respectable.
Still, she didn’t like being looked down upon even though it would give her the advantage. ‘Let them think they’re better; it gives you a great advantage and more time to get ahead. While you may not have their strength, you can more than make up for it with your intellect. Never forget that.’ That was what her mentor and friend told Wiress before her first Games and it was a mantra she kept at the forefront of her mind.
“I see, so I miscalculated slightly. No matter.” She turned to him and gave the tiniest of smiles, her nerves permitting Wiress from doing any more than that.
“Where am I from..? I’m from Panem,” Wiress replied, knowing this man wouldn’t know where it was. “It’s a nation formed out of the ruins of North America.”
Panem. What a strange name.
"I see." The ruins of North America? What the hell was she talking about? Clearly they were from vastly different times, but she wasn't dressed in any old-fashioned way, so then... she must have come from the future.
Well, that was certainly most daunting. He hoped he wouldn't still be around to see his home fall if he ever returned, especially since he had invested all that work into becoming more influential. All those lives he had taken, had they all gone to waste? Then again, as long as his wealth continued throughout the family, he'd be able to rest just fine with the knowledge that his work had been put to the test and still remained strong.
"Well, that's... nice." he spoke sarcastically, shaking his head a little.
"What happened to North America?"
Quite honestly, he wasn't so sure it was something he wanted to find out about. Besides, he didn't even know for sure if he would ever make it home, back to Gotham City... In fact, would it even be worth returning to? After all, he had been killed. He could only assume that he'd been listed as one of the dead, which meant someone else would have taken over his company, most presumably his son, Chip.
Maybe things were better this way. Besides, it seemed his village had acquired more advanced technology. The least he could do would be to try and become a more powerful figure for the place, just as he had been for his old homecity -- and it seemed no one would be able to stop him, either.
