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@cvvany
𝙲 𝚅 𝚅 𝙰 𝙽 𝚈 ( 𝚌𝚞𝚗 • 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 ) adjective 1. having or showing skill in achieving one's ends by deceit or evasion.
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private, independent and selective multimuse roleplay blog for original muses and various canon characters from mixed media. written by 𝕮wany / 𝕷, he/him, 23+, cet.
lady lux of the house crownguard greets cardan de valois with a curtsy. :3
Cardan looked around the room. The petrucite walls surrounding him on all sides seemed overwhelming. Accustomed to a full range of colors in his home, he was slightly disappointed by the dryness of this place.
His eyes then turned to the small figure standing directly in front of him.
"Greetings, Luxanno of the Crownguard House,"
He said in a loud voice. He was assessing the situation, he was here for the first time and wanted to keep up appearances, but he had repeated the same greetings and introductions to new nobles so many times. During the journey here, he spent countless hours on conversations that made no sense to him.
"Could one of your servants show me the way to my chambers? And take care of my equipment, my subordinates are tired from the journey and I would like them to have some rest,"
He pointed to a young man carrying a large sword, which he could barely manage to hold.
@swiatelko
dives into ghost's throat -- beastly hunger ; blood spilling from her maw & sharp nails hands ripping through his clothes, clawing their way to his heart.
Blood began to flow down Ghost's torn clothes and form a small, slippery puddle at his feet. His muscles tensed in a desperate attempt to pull the killer away from him.
The task turned out to be more difficult than he could have imagined.Her claws dug deep into his skin, clutching and digging in further. He finally managed to grab her by the throat, cut off her oxygen supply, and lift her up, then he ran with her and slammed her hard into the concrete wall.
"You're fucking crazy if you think that's enough to kill me,"
his voice should have conveyed hatred, but it was impossible not to hear a certain admiration... or perhaps curiosity?
@vastayah, xayah
"Coooome ooooon It's gonna be great!" - Kayn to Alune after proposing new extremly dangerous clip idea
𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓, alune knows that much, but lets herself be pulled by the strong grip on her wrist and onto kayn's room, or wherever he makes her go ; she does not regret the deicision whatsoever — paranoia's music video was such a success because they actually followed up with every idea, no matter how dangerous it could be or how impossible it looked.
a smile plays on the corner of her lips and she giggles as she's being sat down, facing the screen with genuine curiosity.
“and what exactly is this?” the inquiry for explanation arises, as magenta irises turn towards her friend dearest.
@cvvany, kayn.
"PARACHUTES," he said the word louder than he intended.
"Listen, we could have recorded the ENTIRE video while falling!! At the end of their verse, we would open the parachute!! And then again on rafren!! Or we could hijack the plane..."
-he continued, excited. He didn't pay much attention to his friend'sreactions. He spoke everything as if in one breath, showed where they could fly, shared part of the text he had written, and even quickly wrote out a plan in a notebook.
"Sett also thinks it's a brilliant idea!!"
He threw it out there at the very end, when he took a deep breath and finally looked at Alune's reactions, as if expecting her to jump up from the couch and applaud his "brilliant" idea.
@ksiezynoc, alune
gifts ghost an actual skull for a mask.
Ghost took the skull in his hand. For a moment he wondered if it was real, but its weight and texture quickly assured him that it was not a theatrical prop. His eyes wandered to Xayah, he evaluated her for a moment, thoughts about whether she killed someone to get it or maybe found it on some old cemetery wanted to run through his head? Or maybe it was just a very good fake.
No.
He didn't know her long, but he knew her well enough to know that she was capable of that. It didn't scare him, it didn't even cause a slight shiver. However, another thought immediately came to the forefront, which he had to say out loud, it intrigued him too much. He looked her straight in the eye and asked in a heavy tone.
"Did you kill someone especially for me or did you dig it up from your dusty collection?"
And inside he hoped that the first option would be the true one.
@vastayah
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐒 — that ghost is as much a great soldier as he is a deranged being. was it military what changed him, or was he like this from the very beginning? hiding underneath bone - made cover, no one knowing his face, as if he's scared they'll see the monster he is in secret — or so, xayah theorizes.
his gaze is met with a sharp one of her own ; irises like molten gold & pupils slit as if a singular claw was to part them — but did she look at ghost or at simon was unknown. hopping down from the man's windowsill, paws step onto ground with a soft tap ; feathery wings disguised for cloak. one, two, three steps are taken and the beast tilts her head, amused, smile curling on her lips.
“i don't know,” she teases — such a rare occurrence, a show of trust, a guard put down. “you tell me, lieutenant.”
his rank voiced aloud like insult, taunting — you're a monster and not a soldier it said, and yet despite lacing her words with mockery, it sounded comforting — like the bird - beast thought of ghost as her own kin.
@cvvany, ghost.
Ghost stood up from his chair. -His massive figure towered over Xayah now, as if to assert his rank in this conversation, or perhaps to frighten her. Maybe to provoke a reaction on her face, to see if like him she was wearing some kind of mask.
He smiled slightly,
"We're playing a game of words over the evidence of human death... I'm starting to like you more and more," he said with a slight amusement in his voice.
He looked at her again from above. "I hope you don't lose your claw under fire," now his voice was more hollow, as if he was throwing a kind of challenge in her direction.
@vastayah, Xayah,
ashley bats eyelashes at leon
Leon wiped his sweaty forehead.
Their entire journey through the village had been exhausting enough, and the rocks blocking the road barely budged despite his efforts. He looked at Ashley, slightly furrowing his brow as if surprised by her reaction. He had expected at least a polite inquiry as to whether she could help him in some way, not a flirtatious gaze, not now. He was covered in mud and blood, and the blood of something that not long ago was a human being still dripped from his knife, which he had just tucked behind his belt.
He couldn't say what he really thought, after all, she was the president's daughter and she would definitely give him a full report on every little thing he did.
"Are you bored?" he asked in a breathless voice, trying to push the rubble in front of him again.
@psielapki
" there is no grave for you. no one mourns you. " unmei, to satoru, about visions of his future.
"Of course you're right! Why would I have a grave if I'll outlive everyone in jujutsu high?!"
Gojo replied with great confidence in his voice. He knew that wasn't what she meant, he knew that all the visions of mei from the upcoming fight foretold his doom, but he also knew that the moment he gave in to them, the moment doubt crept into his mind, would be the moment he lost. He didn't want to admit that out loud to the others. The upcoming fight was going to be the toughest challenge of his life.
Even though all her visions had proven true so far, he deeply believed, or wanted to believe, that this one time she was wrong.
@psielapki
gifts ghost an actual skull for a mask.
Ghost took the skull in his hand. For a moment he wondered if it was real, but its weight and texture quickly assured him that it was not a theatrical prop. His eyes wandered to Xayah, he evaluated her for a moment, thoughts about whether she killed someone to get it or maybe found it on some old cemetery wanted to run through his head? Or maybe it was just a very good fake.
No.
He didn't know her long, but he knew her well enough to know that she was capable of that. It didn't scare him, it didn't even cause a slight shiver. However, another thought immediately came to the forefront, which he had to say out loud, it intrigued him too much. He looked her straight in the eye and asked in a heavy tone.
"Did you kill someone especially for me or did you dig it up from your dusty collection?"
And inside he hoped that the first option would be the true one.
@vastayah
𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓, 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐀𝐌 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 ── · · whole life flashes before the bunny - girl's eyes, and she immediately closes them, sobs muffled by the hand pressed onto her lips, palm as big as her face whole.
it hurts — the weight & the awaiting of what's inevitable — death. aurora accepts it, though with her mission unfulfilled & her heart broken. she failed — her team, her family & the people she sworn to protect. would anyone even notice if i disappeared?
and then, something unexpected happens.
eyes snap open, scared ; pupils dilate, & aurora manages to catch a breath when gloved hand pulls away. she thought about biting it, but through the armor, she wouldn't do much, would she? now she thinks about her knife — reaching for it impossible when trapped like an animal.
a prey.
“w- what?” she utters, whispers, not believing a word the masked man says. through the veil, she tries to discern his features ; does she know him, or is he truly a stranger? then, she notices the kortac patch on könig's uniform, and although still wary & unsure, her tense muscles relax just a bit. voice shaky, there's a sob that she swallows with much effort. “you're heavy.. i can't breathe...”
@cvvany, könig, from here.
It's so small up close...
A thought ran through König's head. A guttural "I know" came from his mouth. What was someone so small doing in TF141? He knew the group was made up of specialists in everything, but he couldn't imagine having someone like that on the battlefield. However, these thoughts had to wait.
Something much bigger and more dangerous was lurking nearby. König stood up and after a moment of hesitation, he reached out to Aurora. He had to bend down a lot to even reach her hand. He looked around. Silence... he didn't like it. When the blood stopped flowing from his ears and the noise in his head calmed down, he was surprised by how quiet it was in the forest.
"We need to find..." he started to say automatically, as if giving an order. However, he looked back at his "~capture~" again.
"Are you hurt?" he asked. There was no concern in his voice, but something made him ask that question first...
@aurabbit
"STOP FUCKING RUNNING" - König to Aurora chasing in the woods
𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 ── · · but the voice & the accent & the way he screams is so unfamiliar and scary, the bunny - resembling soldier runs, runs, runs ; not jumps but hops above all obstacles, be it branches or fallen tree trunks or tangled roots within this deep, creepy forest. crips, diamond glimmering snow doesn't help at all — leaves the footprints of suprisingly light combat boots, perfect for sneaking around and fast retreats ; her uniform, blending seamlessly into environment, could probably hide aurora with ease, if not for the lost helmet that causes flashes of ginger to appear against white & grey.
comms aren't working, & even though a cardio bunny ( get it? cardio bunny? because she resembles a bunny? ), aurora's nearly out of breath — it's the constant chase mixed with desperate attempts of calling for help.
i'm gonna die here, she thinks. i'm gonna die here, for good, of all things — not in action amongst her peers, but alone to bleed out in the cold. despite her military training, tears form within the ocean blues of her eyes, freezing on her cheeks as they drip down her face.
it's over, he's getting closer and closer, and she's out of ammo, gun dropped miles away, it's weight only slowing her down.
@cvvany, könig.
König is cutting through the trees right behind Aurora. He sees that he is getting closer, but doesn't pay attention to branches or small trees, he simply breaks them with the force of his shoulder. He knows she's scared, and maybe in another situation he would try to talk to her, but not now.
He escaped - after an unsuccessful attempt to storm a terrorrist cell house, he separated from the rest of the team, and it was really a miracle that he managed to locate the Aurora after the last radio transmissions he managed to catch through the interference. He knew they weren't safe, neither she nor he. With the last few rounds in the magazine, he didn't want to waste any of the bullets that could ultimately help him return to the safe reception zone.
He threw himself on her, overwhelming her with his body weight and quickly covering her mouth to give himself space to speak. He wanted to start, but his heavy breathing and the distance he had run made it impossible for him to utter a word. He froze in that position for a moment, holding Aurora tighter than he had planned, his muscles strained from the effort, and finally, they gave way. She only heard
"I'm on your side"
as he let her go, his breath caught in his throat. It was impossible to see the face under the camouflage. Even the eyes were barely visible under the net. Despite his words of reassurance, his hand instinctively rested on the knife, ready to make a deadly cut if it turned out that letting it go was a mistake.
@aurabbit
𝐒𝐊𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐂, 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 & 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 ; shaded, they look just like bruises that formed underneath ghost's bulletproof bullet - resistant vest. alune doesn't pay any attention to the footage — she's sulking, too sad, knowing her brother's away. she feels like she's abandoned even knowing it's not true ; like a ghost, she moves around, hovers in doorframes, curls up away from sight, but still in the corner of one's vision. thus, it's comfortable being around an actual ghost — the silent and brooding type — rougher than phel, surely, but so similar. atop inked snake's head broken hearts are being drawn, & the weapon crafter / tinkerer sighs.
“i prayed,” the silver - haired woman explains softly, quietly ; oft lively & sweet tone of hers now replaced with something meek & lifeless. “for fortune, for protection ; the moon goddess listens to those who ask, and i care for keegan's safety.”
a pause, as alune plays with a sharpie between her index & middle finger, spinning it almost nervousy, anxiously.
“i can pray upon your weapon's reliability, too,” she offers, but without conviction. “but i know you can do just fine without it.”
@cvvany, ghost, from here.
Ghost didn't answer. He only sighed deeply... in contempt? embarrassment? or understanding and acceptance? It was impossible to tell. The expressive silence was all that filled the room, but as soon as Alune brought her hand to the next tattoo - two torn hearts joined together - she heard
"No".
It was said in a loud, menacing tone, as if he was scared that you might touch them. He didn't continue, didn't say anything else, perhaps hoping that it would be enough to make her pull her hand back.
With a quick movement, he switched to another material, as if he wanted to distract both of them from the topic. This time it was a helmet recording of one of the TF141 operators.
"This might interest you more - last week" he said quietly, pointing to the signature in the corner of the screen - TF141 - APHELIOS
@ksiezynoc
alune colours ghost's tattoos with a sharpie, clearly bored due to her brother's absence.
Ghost, unmoved by Alune, adapted to her behavior when her brother is not around continues to watch the drone footage from their previous action. His eyes focused on every detail, flying from house to house, analyzing their movements.
"Too slow, Jonny,"
he said in his calm but firm tone louder than he should have been - even though Soap wasn't around, it sounded like he wanted him to hear it now. Finally, he turned to Alune. Even now, behind his bony mask. He didn't take his arm, letting her continue painting his tattoos.
"I saw what you were doing with Keegan's gun lately. It's the first time I've seen someone perform rituals over a gun... Why?"
The question came out very rough, as if with a hint of menace in his voice - or maybe that's his normal tone? It wouldn't be possible to tell without seeing his expression. The eyes under the mask now stared at Alune's hand, painting another tattoo.
@ksiezynoc
ears twitch a little. “i need to decompress...”
"May I first brew some tea?"
Dantis looked up from the thick book he was reading by the soft light of a candle. He slowly got up from his chair and walked to the other side of the desk, moving the chair aside and preparing a blanket.
"Sit down and talk! Or don't talk... if you prefer. You can also take something from the bookshelf if you want,"
he continued, as if forgetting what he wanted to do a moment ago, looking at Aurora, the book, the desk, and the rest of the small room.
@aurabbit
𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓 - 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 ── · · gentle paws step quietly, trimmed - clawed nails echoing through the hall announcing the hare's arrival. it is dantis' direction aurora is headed, no greetings preceding the exhausted statement. sapphire orbs seek their arcane cobalt counterpats not ; instead, a seat is taken — coat & hat doffed, print akin to leopard's already warming up underneath the blanket's fluff. heated, aurora thinks. dantis heated it up, for her. so she's not cold. so she's not cold.
winter's wrath does not penetrate the academy's interior, & she's well accustomed to everything ice - cold, but the golden glow of and warmth of the small study - room make her feel cozy and at peace, like it's where she belongs instead — or perhaps, is it the hospitality of a fellow scholar? for now, the bunny mage does not know, but takes a mental note to observe how it progresses. curling up on the chair so nicely pushed her way, paws tucked underneath soft scut and foggy glasses put aside, aurora nods, all content.
“a tea sounds nice,” she agrees, eyeing dantis' study notes ; a blur of symbols, letters and equations indecipherable without what aids her sight makes the bryni redirect her attention towards the mage — when he's turned around, it's easier to look at him. it's the way she can't hold eye contact, and knows it's common courtesy to do so, and despite never having to do it within the other mage's presence, it still stings that the sapphire of hers avoid the cobalt of his — thus, it is only now that aurora seeks the other's face. she stays quiet, unmoving — observing. does dantis still remember the teas she likes most, or did he forget, buried beneath the weight of all the books and exams and scientific research he conducts?
@cvvany, dantis.
Dantis lit a fire. He used his fingers to do it, throwing a rather clumsy little blue flame under a small portable kettle. A trick, a trick he had learned relatively recently - so far removed from his original nature of magic.
Dantis liked to show off, to exaggerate his achievements thanks to delicate illusory winds, but not now. When he felt Aurora's gaze on his back, his movements became heavy, clumsy... he couldn't explain this feeling, but despite this, he took the kettle off the flame, extinguished the fire and, handing the cup to his new companion in that place, hesitated. His gaze fixed on the countertop of the heavy desk skillfully avoided her eyes.
"I didn't ask, I forgot, I hope I guessed"
he said to himself in his head as he put the cup down. Suddenly he realized that his mind had been focused on the last chapter of the book he was reading all this time. He interacted, but he wasn't here... he did everything automatically. It wasn't until now that it hit him that his friend was sitting right in front of him.
He snapped out of his stupor, his hand shook slightly, almost spilling the boiling brew from the cup. He quickly put it down and sat back in his seat. Now his thoughts were spinning around whether Aurora had noticed. What could she have thought? For Dantis, the whole situation had become very important, and taking a deep sigh, he finally looked straight at his companion
@aurabbit
ears twitch a little. “i need to decompress...”
"May I first brew some tea?"
Dantis looked up from the thick book he was reading by the soft light of a candle. He slowly got up from his chair and walked to the other side of the desk, moving the chair aside and preparing a blanket.
"Sit down and talk! Or don't talk... if you prefer. You can also take something from the bookshelf if you want,"
he continued, as if forgetting what he wanted to do a moment ago, looking at Aurora, the book, the desk, and the rest of the small room.
@aurabbit
❛ i like being close to you. you’re warm. ❜ / dorothy to p.
The gears in his hand are loud, bent, and battered from his last fight with the puppets. P sits against the wall of a destroyed residential building - very quiet and in a way, scary. He knows they don't have time to rest.
The warmth from his body was the result of a fierce battle from which he barely escaped with his life, and they still had a long way to go before they could return to Krat Hotel.
"I know, Dolly... warm up a bit, but we're leaving soon. Must get there before dark," he said in a low, gentle, but firm tone.
@psielapki
unmei buries her face in satoru's neck. "you're going to die. i saw you die."
Gojo pulls mei back at the distance of outstretched arms. His blue eyes pierce her with a serene gaze.
"Yes, yes... I'm still standing here, right? How many times was I destined to die? How many times have I escaped death? It will be the same this time!"
Satoru steps back a few paces and spreads his arms, turning around with a broad smile.
"The world is ours, mei. Nothing and no one can kill me"
@psielapki
@cvvany's keegan p. russ & tesan baudelaire / contiuned
𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕, tesan wants to retort in protest — yet lips fail to open & voice refuses to leave throat. instead, golden eyes lift to meet keegan's ; a clouded sky, a teal - colored ocean gaze that seems to see right through her everytime fate decides their paths should be crossed.
the medic offers a shake of her head ; dirty hair falling on her face, hiding both the scar adorning her cheek & the bags underneath her eyes. saint reaches for a new needle, but the trembling doesn't stop — she forces herself to take a deep breath ; in, hold, out. when that doesn't help, the protective glove is taken off, and her grasp finds a flask — opened, it smells of strong alcohol. vodka.
soft lips touch the edge — saint doesn't even flinch as she drinks, bitter taste on her tongue not provoking any cringing — her eyes aren't shutting themselves and her mouth doesn't quiver, as if the liquor had no effect on the corporal whatsoever. it does though when she puts the flask away, hands steady, and resumes tending to the injury.
❝ did you kill them? ❞ it comes out hoarsely, so she clears her throat. ❝ whoever threw that grenade? are they dead? ❞
"Of course, a sloppy shot in the liver, but effective"
He said, clenching his teeth, as the needle pierced his arm once again. He looked at Saint with a hint of understanding as she raised the bottle to her lips.
He remembered his first mission, when he and his comrades defended themselves in an Iraqi hospital. The sound of bullets and missiles ringing in his ears every day, and the bottle was his only salvation, especially when most of the officers fell under fire. This habit he developed back then stuck with him for a long time. It wasn’t until he joined the SEALs that he broke his growing addiction
As soon as Saint finished his stitches, he didn't wait for the next steps from the medic's manual. He got up quickly and approached her. "Now that we're done, go to bed. That's an order, corpoal" the second sentence was said in a louder and more commanding tone. "I'll take care of the wound" @psielapki
