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affiliated zephyr from resonance of fate.

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faithandvirtue | 2B

2B is generally content to let her partner handle the actual talking, being a woman primarily of action. That said, every baby bird has to leave the nest someday, even if the baby bird in question is actually an android.

At only 5′6 and several of those inches only from the heeled boots she wears, it’s undeniable that 2B doesn’t cut an openly frightful figure at first glance, especially with her sword safely secured on her back. That said, there’s no doubt 2B doesn’t take disrespect well, especially from someone she doesn’t know.

Her posture undeniably bristles the slightest bit, and the corners of her lips turn down just slightly. “I’d only intended on asking you if you’d seen someone come this way.

“But if you’re so determined to cause a problem…” She sighs. “You should use those guns to help me.”

   Huh? She hadn’t pulled him aside because he was a kid toting weapons around? Well, that was a change of pace——most of the officers here seemed to find an issue with it, regardless of what he did or didn’t say. Brushing the side of his hand past his nose, he blinks and recomposes, shrugging his shoulders with the enthusiasm of a turtle.

   “Help you? What about the person next to you?” Gesturing a finger to the silhouette nearby, he doesn’t really expect an answer, much less allow the time for one before his brusque tone strikes again. “Anyway, what are you needing help with? I’m a hunter, so if you have the money, I’ll handle the job. Still interested?”

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   “So, we’re partners for this job, huh?” Eyeing that sword carefully, his hand raised and rubbed the back of his head. Not exactly an ideal weapon to be paired with, but Zephyr could always adjust. It was a pretty simple assignment: collect some precious trinket from some guy who lived downtown. The story behind it was pretty boring——honestly, he’d stopped listening halfway through.

   “Name’s Zephyr.” He clarifies, waving a hand off as he had already begun to head off. “Try to keep up.” / @darkarieado

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   Blue eyes shift between the box in his hands and the door in front of him, silent pondering written upon his face, searching for the easiest way to handle his current predicament. A moment later, inspiration strikes and the boy steps backward, gripping the box a bit better. His foot raises, swinging in a lazy arc as the toe of his boot strikes the wood, a dull, makeshift knock for all intents and purposes.

   “Delivery!” What a lame job, he thinks to himself as he calls out, unsure what exactly he’s doing here. “Anybody home? Your cr——stuff’s here!”

   Money’s money, though, and if it means he’s just delivering packages instead of shooting monsters, he’ll take it, bounty hunter’s honor. His foot slams against the door once again, though, and he finally grounds its heel with a sigh. “Great, now I gotta find this guy... What a pain.” / @soulsteries

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   “Listen, officers, nobody had a problem with it where I came from.” Dismissive tone hardly commands any sort of respect, but it was hard to know what to say under these conditions. The two handguns in question, hanging off the back of his belt in their holsters, were simply a part of his everyday back in Ebel City——and sure, he hadn’t seen the odd Goblin hobbling around here, but he wasn’t gonna take his chances, either. Rolling his shoulders, he sticks his hands into the pockets of his jacket, raising an indignant gaze to meet the other’s... blindfold.

   “So, whatever you wanna tell me, get on with it. I don’t have all day.”    / @faithandvirtue

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   alright, cool, now that we’re back in business, henlo it’s i, otter, back at it again with the angsty blondes. but you know feel free to like this post and i’ll throw mr. antisocial at you since he should really leave the house !!

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runeries | kanina.

   “You know, I’m not really used to living with another person anymore.” Making chit-chat was just a means to understand her younger and male roommate. Not that she was doing a very good job. It wasn’t a bad situation but it certainly wasn’t one she expected either. Not a big deal but she wondered if it was random–eh. After thinking about it too much, she ended up shrugging it off. 

   “You can call me Kanina. Kani or Nina works too, I guess.” She’s been called a lot of things in her life so it’s not like she was too bothered what people called her. Someone once called her just Girl for a while. “Um, I can’t do much and a lot of this stuff around here is unfamiliar but whatever. I’ll figure it out. I’m here if you get in trouble.”

   “You’ll barely notice I’m here.” Arm draped over the couch, the hell hound breathes a heavy sigh, his irritable tone directed at nobody in particular. Even as he stared around this apartment, in its sparse furnishing and lack of character, his mind was occupied with a million other thoughts, too many to spare his temporary living mate any grand amount of time.

   “Name’s Zephyr. No nicknames—don’t even try ‘em.” Even so, he introduces himself in his usual, curt way ‘fore he leans back against the cushion, letting his head fall against the back of the couch to look at her somewhat properly. “I’m pretty good at getting myself out of trouble, but thanks, I guess. Just do me a favor and don’t touch my guns, and we’ll be fine, got it?”