Remember me For Centuries

Indie Hitman OC blog. Open to interactions with anyone.

[agent100]

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[agent100]

Because I mentioned the crazy guns to @43versionsbetter, now all I can imagine is....Century having his secret arsenal filled with working versions of all his favorite Borderlands weapons. Like Katia looks at them and just “What the hell even is all this?”

“Working video game replica weapons. I am an assassin, and a nerd, and I need an arsenal that speaks to that. So when I do have to carry my own weapons, I can still showcase my personality.”

“.....what’s that one?”

“That’s the Boganella. I save her for missions in, like, Detroit, or Vegas or something. She’s got a dirty mouth.”

“.....Century, ‘she’ is a gun.”

“Who talks and has a very dirty mouth. Now come over here, I gotta show you the Swordsplosion, it’s my favorite.”

“The what?!”

[agent100]

tagged by @43versionsbetter

BASICS

FULL NAME: Agent 100 NICKNAME: Century, Freddy Lawrence, Minoru Nishiyama AGE: 24...? BIRTHDAY: April 3 NATIONALITY:  Japanese-American (lives in America usually, Japanese ethnicity) PLACE OF BIRTH: Some underground place in the middle of the Nevada desert CURRENT LOCATION: New York PRONOUNS: Masculine S-ORIENTATION: Homosexual R-ORIENTATION: Panromantic  OCCUPATION: Assassin, children’s book author RELIGION: None (has touches of just about everything in his apartment) LANGUAGES: English, Japanese, Korean, Mandarin, French, Vietnamese, Spanish

PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES

EYE COLOUR: Spring green HAIR COLOR: Black (usually dyed rainbow) HEIGHT: 5′2″ BODY BUILD: small, boyish, slender, gymnast’s build NOTABLE FEATURES: rainbow hair, perpetual bright smile, tiny boyish frame, bright clothes, 

PHOBIAS & DISEASES

FEARS: failure, lack of purpose, emptiness, centipedes (don’t you lecture him on the irony those things freak him out) 

PERSONALITY

GENERAL IMPRESSION: childish, never takes anything seriously, always cracking jokes and making light of serious things, can’t even stand still for long periods of time, always has to be doing something MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good

MISC

LIKES: Music, sweets, candy, baking, colors, VENGEANCE, video games, junk food, cute things, anime, cartoons, friends,  DISLIKES: vegetables, silence, bitter foods, dark colors, boring books, ‘healthy’ food, suits, being used, not being taken seriously, being treated like a child or a moron, alcohol

I’m not very good with tagging people, so I guess I won’t...? Unless you wanna do this on your own.

[agent100]

Ooc

I am poor in plot ideas. But I have original ideas that can be cameo'd. By which I mean..... Century has definitely met Japanese hitmen now. Who also have the day jobs of hosts. Original story working title: Love Killers. They're hosts who are also hitmen, hunting down a famous assassin who ruined all their lives in some way, with the help of his son who also hates his dad for making him such a good assassin. Since I am out of ideas, Century went to Japan and met them. Maybe even do a mission or two with them. Be a temporary host. Getting a regular day job never actually occurred to him before- but sadly host clubs are illegal in the US. So...if you want, there's an idea.

[dianaburnwood]

Long Time, No See

[dianaburnwood]

“Thank you. It was my sister’s name.” She considered him for a moment. “Of course, ICA know about this, but I wouldn’t like such private information to do the rounds, so I trust you’ll keep my current state to yourself.”

She shook her head slightly. “I’m not sure about ‘everything together’ - last we spoke my life was rather turned upside down. Things have changed, of course. And my husband is wonderful, I’m sure he’d be interested in meeting you,” she said warmly. “…He’s also ICA,” she added, “but given the circumstances I think meeting you unofficially would be best.”

Taking another sip of tea, she shifted slightly in her seat. “As I mentioned on the phone, I think I have a way out of your downtime,” she said more seriously. “If you’re willing to encounter some trouble. There have been more problems since we last spoke, which, if anything, just increase my suspicions.”

[agent100]

“At this point, any trouble would be good, great even. Anything to not think about...uh, stuff.” He watched her cautiously, “so, you have any details you can afford to give me, in person or on any sort of storage...device? If I’m going to jump head first into something, I think I deserve to know how much trouble I’m going to be wading into.”

“And I’d love to meet your husband sometime. I bet he’s classy as fuck, honestly-he’d have to be to be kept by you, right?”

[agent100]

“Oh sweet, you’ve got goals. Hey, proof number something hundred something I’m a guy because holy jesus was that a ‘dude bro’ mindset or what?” He laughed, “cause I don’t even know where my head was just now. Aside from not where it should be. I should probably be getting to food sooner rather than later, huh?”

[43versionsbetter]

“The part about Dmitry?” she asked. “I don’t see it.”

“I will agree that at some point you need to eat something, even if you have the eating habits of Dude, which is to say Doritos and Mountain Dew pretty much constantly. I don’t know how he does it.”

[agent100]

“Genetic manipulation. He is secretly the Uber Mensch. Wish I coulda gotten that kind of manipulation, but noooo, they had to go with the ‘variety pack’. Y’know, where there’s a really awesome one, but you end up with that one weird one that you didn’t even know what in the series before?” He shrugged, chuckling, “dude, my colors are completely gone. I went out for lunch, like....last week? You know what Conspiracy Guy said?”

Century cleared his throat, “By god! You’re a Jap! And I was just like, ‘uh, yeah, always have been’. My hair and makeup, according to him, tricked him into believing I was a nice god-fearing white man.”

[bus-birdman]

Birdie pushed back some of his sopping hair from his forehead and grinned awkwardly at the shorter man. He’d have to come up with an expert explanation for turning up unannounced, especially because Century had never explicitly told him where he lived.

“I was headin’ over to Chinatown and it started to piss down. And I remembered you saying vaguely where you lived so I sorta went door to door.” He offered meekly, it sounded believable enough.

“Honestly the weather is shit out there.” He added hesitantly, mentioning at his soaking hair and clothing.

[agent100]

“I’ll buy 50% of that, at least,” Century chuckled, “c’mon in, Birdie-sorry to arrive at the door looking all a mess. And, uh...” He glanced down at his own boxers with a slight frown, “pants....less. That wasn’t planned. Although I do happen to be of the opinion I rock Rainbow Dash better than any girl.”

He laughed, and stepped back, “c’mon in, man. I’ll get you a towel. Don’t want you catching a cold on my doorstep. And sorry the place is a bit of a mess-I don’t have any sequel material lined up for me yet.”

[agent100]

“If you say so, Kitty Kat, but you know it worries me to hear things like this about your love life. Hey, maybe you should be more like me and be considered too young or immature to even be considered for a relationship so you have time to lay on the couch all day and eat gummy bears!” He chuckled, but somehow it felt more forced than he’d intended. “I don’t recommend that, by the way….eating gummy bears all day-it gums up your taste buds, you need to split it up with breaks for cake and ice cream, obviously.”

[43versionsbetter]

“Wh-why are you worried?” she asked. “I don’t want to spend all my time on the couch. I want a cute modernist penthouse apartment somewhere that I can populate with cats, with my live-in boyfriend, whomever he may be.” She couldn’t help but sigh and collapse onto the sofa. “Fuck, I wish Dmitry had been his own person. Maybe I could’ve avoided all this shite altogether, stretching back at least the past several years. I’d have been so happy with Dmitry.”

[agent100]

“Oh sweet, you’ve got goals. Hey, proof number something hundred something I’m a guy because holy jesus was that a ‘dude bro’ mindset or what?” He laughed, “cause I don’t even know where my head was just now. Aside from not where it should be. I should probably be getting to food sooner rather than later, huh?”

[dianaburnwood]

Long Time, No See

[dianaburnwood]

Despite herself, Diana smiled again at his lighthearted teasing. “Emma,” she said simply, resting a hand on her bump. “And I am happy, believe it or not. Things are… well, work is as chaotic as you might expect, but personally, things are… truly wonderful.” 

She leaned back a little. “I presume the same can be said for you, now that some personal issues have been resolved?” 

[agent100]

“Um......” He trailed off, “I don’t know. I don’t have that pressure of someone breathing down my neck constantly, which has led to a total collapse of structure, somehow. I resolved my plot and I don’t know where to go from here. It’s nice, but apparently you can be too much of yourself.” Century leaned on his messenger bag heavily, propping his head up on the palms of his hands, “if you’re left alone with yourself long enough, you start to realize everything that’s wrong with you. Like me.”

He cleared his throat, “I look like a twelve-year old boy, and haven’t had a date in years possibly 78% because of that and then I go and watch cartoons and eat ice cream all day, which kind of just proves them right. I’ve had way too much downtime lately, y’see?” He chuckled, and smiled, yet something felt ever so slightly....off about it. “But hey, you.....wow. You’ve always seemed to have everything together and this just proves it, huh?” 

Century leaned back, straightening his back and working out a slight crick momentarily, “Emma’s a pretty name. I’m sure she’ll be a wonderful little princess.”

[agent100]

“Honey wings? Mm, well, I do like that they have honey in their name, so I guess that’ll do.” This shirt and those pants, and a pair of underwear and…

“Mm? Oh right, you mentioned something about a new guy. Russian, tho. Hm….I mean, Russians aren’t that bad, in and of themselves. But I dunno, if a guy’s a perpetual bachelor cause he’s an asshole, there’s no reason anyone has to ‘fix’ him. That’s pretty much up to him, right?”

[43versionsbetter]

“Yeah, they’re great for people who hate spicy foods but still want wings. I think the place serves ribs, too.”

“I get all that, but I’m still lonely, and I’m giving this way more thought than I probably should, because I don’t really like being lonely and at least this guy is interested in me. He’s only an asshole because he’s a heavy flirter, anyway, and part of me likes the attention.”

[agent100]

“If you say so, Kitty Kat, but you know it worries me to hear things like this about your love life. Hey, maybe you should be more like me and be considered too young or immature to even be considered for a relationship so you have time to lay on the couch all day and eat gummy bears!” He chuckled, but somehow it felt more forced than he’d intended. “I don’t recommend that, by the way....eating gummy bears all day-it gums up your taste buds, you need to split it up with breaks for cake and ice cream, obviously.”

[agent100]

“You should totally show me pictures of your cats. All the cat pictures, I’m all about the cat pictures.” Century yawned, shuffling over to his wardrobe, searching through the drawers for an appropriate outfit.

“Right, right-my hair’s pretty black right now, too, y’know? I spent a good long while kind of…hiding out in back alleyways and sleeping behind dumpsters and third-rate motels. Makes me a sad rainbow child. Hot wings, mm….dunno, I’ve never been much of one for spicy food. But wings….hmm….maybe if we’re allowed to get, like pamesean or something….”

[43versionsbetter]

Katia laughed. “I’ve got plenty of pictures. Peter and Aaron are too cute not to take pictures of.”

“Yeah that’s not the funnest thing. When I was traveling the world I still made kind of a point to hide in hostels and cheap hotels, things like that. Anyway, it’ll be alright. I’ll give you a hug, OK? As for wings, we can get honey wings, too. They’re not as spicy and taste great.”

“Note to self, show you a picture of Yury, too. The Russian I was telling you about. He’s…older, but not too. A perpetual bachelor with all the asshole-ishness that implies, and surprisingly kind of sweet. I don’t know what to make of him.”

[agent100]

“Honey wings? Mm, well, I do like that they have honey in their name, so I guess that’ll do.” This shirt and those pants, and a pair of underwear and...

“Mm? Oh right, you mentioned something about a new guy. Russian, tho. Hm....I mean, Russians aren’t that bad, in and of themselves. But I dunno, if a guy’s a perpetual bachelor cause he’s an asshole, there’s no reason anyone has to ‘fix’ him. That’s pretty much up to him, right?”

[dianaburnwood]

Long Time, No See

[dianaburnwood]

Diana smiled knowingly at the sight of him. “Century. I hope you’ll forgive me for not getting up to greet you, but we just got comfortable.” She gestured to the table, inviting him to take a seat. 

“It’s good to see you’re well,” she said honestly. “How have you been? Where are the colours? Is this subtle look an attempt to please me, or is this simply left over from your dealings with Husk?”

[agent100]

“A little from column A, a little from column B...” He sat down, shifting the messenger bag into his lap. “I may be of the more eccentric sort, but I do have a certain sense of professionalism. My personal eccentricities and my professional behavior are two completely different things. Plus...the rainbow takes a while, so I figured I might as well stay lazy a bit longer and simply get the brown evened out instead. All I’m really truly grieving right now is the makeup- when I left to get to the airport, the government conspiracy guy in my apartment complex seemed genuinely surprised I’m Asian. According to him, my makeup tricked him into thinking I was a white man.” Century shrugged.

“So this....” He gestured vaguely towards Diana’s belly, “it’s cute, makes you actually look happy. Like real smiles and rosy cheeks, not just makeup and professionalism. Do you have a name picked out yet?”

[dianaburnwood]

Long Time, No See

@agent100

Diana sat in the small Belgian cafe, a little tired as she sipped on her green tea. The table she sat at did little to hide her baby bump of seven months, but she wasn’t trying to hide it. On the contrary, she thought it might offer Century some explanation. 

She wondered what he would look like now. Still bright and colourful, or dark and dour as he attempted to blend in. 

[agent100]

In retrospect, he should have called the moment he landed, rather than simply shooting a single text message while leaving his temporary apartment to request the address of their meeting place. Century could have hit himself, realizing after the fact he hadn’t addressed his appearance. Would she be expecting him to walk in all draped in rainbows and pastels as he usually was, or would she be expecting him to wear something more toned down as he was. 

Century wasn’t entirely content with the dark color of his hair, or the lack of makeup on his face, but if he had to go incognito, he’d have to deal with it. He adjusted his messenger bag and stepped quietly into the cafe, looking around. Ah, there she was-he’d never forget Diana’s face, or her.....well. Wasn’t that impressive. He approached the table with a small smile, knocking on the table lightly, “Hey, Princess, glad to see you again.”

[agent100]

((A picture I found which suits what Century’s appearance in Belgium is likely to be like.

Without makeup and rainbow hair, his more asian features tend to be a lot more obvious.))

[agent100]

“I was going to show up fashionably late with Starbucks and donuts, but if you’re offering, I’m there. Food is worth the effort to put on pants.” He stood up slowly, shaking his head a few times, “mm?”

Oh, right, his first real trick…before she even knew what and who he was. “Oh yeah, I remember that. You were gorgeous-there’s no shame in looking good. A good spy isn’t measured by boring looks after all, it’s by their skills. So why not look good at the same time?”

[43versionsbetter]

“Starbucks and donuts, huh? I’m sure we could arrange that. I have the Netflix account,” she remarked with a slight chuckle. “But yeah I know a great place with killer hot wings.”

“It was a long time ago, I know. It’s a shame I haven’t done it much lately. Actually…when you talked me into it was the last time I did it, which is a shame because I’m trying to decide whether I should shack up with this hot Russian dude.” She laughed a little more. “I should also show you pictures of my cats at some point.”

Why not look good? “I do a lot of practical dirty work, so looking good isn’t always on the top of the priority list. Plus I’m used to utilitarian showers and tying my hair up when necessary and otherwise living and looking like shit.”

[agent100]

“You should totally show me pictures of your cats. All the cat pictures, I’m all about the cat pictures.” Century yawned, shuffling over to his wardrobe, searching through the drawers for an appropriate outfit.

“Right, right-my hair’s pretty black right now, too, y’know? I spent a good long while kind of...hiding out in back alleyways and sleeping behind dumpsters and third-rate motels. Makes me a sad rainbow child. Hot wings, mm....dunno, I’ve never been much of one for spicy food. But wings....hmm....maybe if we’re allowed to get, like pamesean or something....”

[agent100]

Century stared at his ceiling, kicking his feet absent-mindedly. The blankets and pillows were soft and bright against his back, but they did nothing to alleviate the sensation of complete emptiness he had. He’d finally gotten back almost three weeks ago, and he’d done nothing but sit around and maybe write a few chapters in his books. And nothing helped. 

He couldn’t understand. He finally got rid of Husk. He had 99 problems, and Husk was all of them, and now he’s gone, so now what? It was hitting him harder than intended that he hadn’t planned past this. Now what?

He glanced at his phone. He’d left it on, but no one had called him. He rolled over, burying his face in his pillow and groaning. Maybe if he focused really hard, he could make it ring. Or he could just spend the rest of the day in bed again trying to figure out how to arrange sequel material for his own life. It was a lot harder than movies made it seem….

[bus-birdman]

Birdie hadn’t heard from Century in a while, after their last meeting had cancelled yet again. So he decided to go snooping, that sort of thing usually worked, though he received a bad reputation for it.

Century’s address hasn’t been hard to work out, the man had practically handed it over with his level of sercruity.

So currently he stood outside Century’s door, double and triple checking the address. Of course the weather seemed to be against him, since one of the few times he tried to look slightly presentable it had rained on him. Leaving him soaked to the bone.

He breathed out, scrubbing his eye. Before knocking on the door a few times.

[agent100]

The ground was harder than he’d remembered, as he abruptly sat up and tumbled over, off balance. “Holy jesus fuck!” Someone was at his door? His door? That hadn’t happened in.....in....when was the last time he ordered pizza? Last week, so....a week? And now he was stuck, half in bed and half out of bed, with his head and shoulders on the ground but his legs in bed. He always just had to get himself into these positions, didn’t he?

“Fff.....”He tumbled over backwards, huffing and growing. God, this was just the worst. Well...in comparison, no, not the worst. But it was up there. With a groan, he scrambled to his feet. “Alright, alright....” Who would be visiting him right now? He’d paid all his bills, and his agents always called him before showing up. Katia, too. And Diana seemed to really hate his place-well, it wasn’t exactly the Ritz, so he supposed that made sense. 

“Awright, awright, I got it, I got it....” Century yawned, finally shuffling over to the door and opening it. “Whaddya want.....” He trailed off, spotting Birdie with a small squeak, and abruptly became all too aware of his state of undress. “Fffffff......h-hi, Birdie! Uh, hey, what, uh....what brings you by?”

[agent100]

“Uh, home. The same apartment I’ve had for a while. I just…haven’t done anything lately. I’ve literally been lying in bed for nearly a week and just about nothing else.” The Brussels office, huh? “I guess I could arrange to fly out there, ask Iceberg to help me with a cover story and a place to stay…”

[dianaburnwood]

“That would be most helpful. Let me know when you get here, and I will send you the details of where to meet.” 

[agent100]

“Alright....should take me about a week to get everything set up and get over there, give or take a day or two.” He paused, “hey....um, Diana, are you alright? You sound kind of stressed, even more tired than me. Everything okay with you?”