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@elusivemercenary
You seem to like Antonio a lot don't you?
“....”
It was subtle, but the Mercenary’s fingers tightened on his folded arms for a moment. It wasn’t unusual for him to avert his gaze, but... this time, it may truly be defensive.
“Like is... a way to put it, I guess.”
Cont. from here
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Ahh, there it was. The frustration.
This fed to Antonio’s bad intentions, nothing pleases him more than a failed attempt of mockery against the predator. Of course he has much more to say to Naib, why would he have such little to offer? It was the small pokes that really burst one’s mind such as the mercenary’s. He continued poking the knife into Naib’s heart, leaning his head over the other to remind him the other’s place.
“What’s the matter, Mercenary?” He muttered, hands held behind his back. Such a work of art Naib is to the Violinist, he can tell the mercenary was trying to avoid every possible step stone to make things worse for his mentality. It’s bad enough that Antonio’s violin bow could sting his skin, but his silver tongue was just too much to stand up with. “You should stop pushing me away, you know I can’t just walk off the mess I’ve started, I want to see just how nasty your bite can get.” The lips parted into a cackle, he just enjoyed the richness through the other’s visible discomfort. It seems Antonio wishes to test this man’s capability.
“Is that what you want?” The Mercenary mused, venom in his words, hostility only getting stronger in his voice as the hunter moved to again loom over him- forcing him to look upwards even further just to maintain eye contact with him.
He couldn’t quite understand this one. He had his hostile conversations with several other hunters, but none that were this... personal. They weren’t threats, not in the way he was used to. He was threatened, yes... but that was only because this hunter knew deep sections of him he didn’t want any mere stranger knowing, without even having to coax the truth out of him. He saw his fears, the trauma that was deeper than the knots on his skin, all with what felt like a glance.
“All those words when you could have just asked.”
He readied himself, raising his fists and fighting temptation to put in a hit right then and there. He was better than that, though, he had to remember that- as irritated as he was, he had to maintain honor. He couldn’t just hit him when his hands were behind his back, that would be dirty.
“I will go easy, you can have the first hit. Just make sure your arms don’t fall off when you swing, I will not pick them up for you.”
He wasn’t even sure if those enormous stitches went all the way through, but at this point it was no secret that he knew far too little about the hunter in comparison to what he knew about him.
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Antonio voice: This could be us but u playin
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Cont. from here @elusivemercenary
“I said…” Antonio wrapped his hair tendrils around the small doll being’s waist, hoisting up the man to meet head-to-head with the rotten smile, his gaze slightly hidden but noticeable to reach within it’s depths of Naib’s eyes. “You’re rather small for a mercenary. I have never seen someone, like you, be so frail as well. Then again, that is what most survivors are, aren’t they?”
“I’ve watched you, little Mercenary. I must say I’m intrigued of your hopeless courage to help others, but it’s not enough.” The violinist’s hair coils let loose of Naib, dropping the man to the ground as the other scoffed at the sight of a pathetic being they so consider themselves as a rescuer. Though to one’s surprise, Antonio liked observing the ones who consider themselves as such. Perhaps the hunter wished to tease and bully, and nothing more. At least out of matches, that is.
Cont. from here.
“Don’t get cocky, survivor.” Antonio hissed, he knows the other was trying to rat his way out of his grasp, but he won’t let Naib go that easily. Antonio is hard to frustrate, at least out of matches. Everyone knows he throws bewildering fits and tantrums when his plans don’t go his way, especially when pushed back from the more strong willed survivors, like William or Martha. Though, this is not why he is here. “Asking me questions. Hm, you’re quite the serious talker, aren’t you? Always such a push-away. I assume as such, seeing how you’re willing to shove others away from you. Oh, so sad.” He mocked, putting a hand over his head like some damsel. “Though, I would expect it, seeing how traumatized you must be down to the core.”
Bullying may be a child’s play, but it’s a guilty pleasure for most hunters. To see survivors struggle, to be aggravated, it is what he enjoys to watch. After all, their purpose is to be toyed with, the button eyes will always remind them of that predicament. But now Antonio questions, just how long will it take until Naib bites back? This man is like a wolf, once provoked, they get fangs. Suppose he best be careful where he treads in his little game of tease.
A laugh.
That was all he could respond with at that little display, going from his stoic demeanor to tip his head back and let out a laugh that sounded too forced to truly hide the bitterness just beneath it.
“Traumatized!” He roared, the laughter ending only to leave him with that bitterness that sunk the stapled corners of his lips right back down. He was enjoying this less and less, and it was clear. Just as he thought he had a handle on things, he brought up something new that suggested he could see something even deeper, and that only bothered him more as it rattled in his head. The convincingly knowing words, the implications that he was merely a sad little wardog who needed to be saved...
How could he compete with such a weapon? He knew knives and muskets... not sharp tongues and mind reading corpses. The only thing he possibly had was the vague hint that he had managed to get under his skin with his last comment.
“You must be running out of things to say. Why is it only me you want to talk about? Is there nothing about you beyond your violin?”
Happy birthday, Naib ! ♡
There was a brief hesitance, the ex-soldier staring at their face with a look of surprise painted all over his. They... knew his birthday? He hadn’t thought anyone had known, he kept that fairly personal. If they knew... who else knew? What else did they know?
These were a lot of questions he was not even sure he wanted the answer to, and so he simply accepted that they were kind enough to wish him well.
“... Thank you.”
Cont. from here @elusivemercenary
“I said…” Antonio wrapped his hair tendrils around the small doll being’s waist, hoisting up the man to meet head-to-head with the rotten smile, his gaze slightly hidden but noticeable to reach within it’s depths of Naib’s eyes. “You’re rather small for a mercenary. I have never seen someone, like you, be so frail as well. Then again, that is what most survivors are, aren’t they?”
“I’ve watched you, little Mercenary. I must say I’m intrigued of your hopeless courage to help others, but it’s not enough.” The violinist’s hair coils let loose of Naib, dropping the man to the ground as the other scoffed at the sight of a pathetic being they so consider themselves as a rescuer. Though to one’s surprise, Antonio liked observing the ones who consider themselves as such. Perhaps the hunter wished to tease and bully, and nothing more. At least out of matches, that is.
Cont. from here.
He knew Naib was trying his very best to be above the other, and despite his attempts it only made the puppet chortle at his small effort. “Don’t make me lose my head here, Mercenary. I can read many survivors like a book, you are nothing different other than a book with a loose locket upon the edge of it’s cover. Do you really think you can save them all? It makes me wonder what your intentions could only be last second you’ll be the only man left standing.” To Antonio, others who have gone through trauma mean nothing to him. He is one with the Devil, therefore he knows how to torment as such. His crooked head tilted only slightly, keeping his twisted grin upon his face, the locks of hair only covering most of his cold eyes. “What even is your purpose here? If you aren’t here for money, then what could you possibly want in this manor other than to see yourself perish over and over again?”
He hated when the hunters attempted to get into his head.
Attacking him was nothing. He could be beaten over and over again, and he’d always push through and get back up again. Physical scars can, and did, reopen every once in a while, but the ache would go away if he grit his teeth and bore the pain. Mental ones, however... they weren’t anything as simple as getting back up again. You couldn’t just wait them out. They lingered, much like ghosts of the past.
But... this one might know how to coax those out better than most, wouldn’t he? If what the rumors said were to be believed, he was a master at playing people just as much as he was a master at playing that violin tucked under his chin.
He wouldn’t be played. He couldn’t.
“Not your business.” Came the gruff reply, refusing to give him the satisfaction of averting his gaze... though, the way his arms folded in defiance may be just enough hint that he was bothered. “A better question is why you are so interested. Do you have a crush? Or are you just nosey?”
Cont. from here @elusivemercenary
“I said…” Antonio wrapped his hair tendrils around the small doll being’s waist, hoisting up the man to meet head-to-head with the rotten smile, his gaze slightly hidden but noticeable to reach within it’s depths of Naib’s eyes. “You’re rather small for a mercenary. I have never seen someone, like you, be so frail as well. Then again, that is what most survivors are, aren’t they?”
“I’ve watched you, little Mercenary. I must say I’m intrigued of your hopeless courage to help others, but it’s not enough.” The violinist’s hair coils let loose of Naib, dropping the man to the ground as the other scoffed at the sight of a pathetic being they so consider themselves as a rescuer. Though to one’s surprise, Antonio liked observing the ones who consider themselves as such. Perhaps the hunter wished to tease and bully, and nothing more. At least out of matches, that is.
The countless times that the Mercenary had been hoisted in the air in such a manner left him with no fear to react with when his feet no longer touched the ground. There was apparently enough frustration, however, to curl his lips into a scowl as he glared at the hunter he was now eye-level with. This was quickly muddied by disgust, bandaged hands recoiling as soon as they touched the appendage holding him to tug it away, only to find it was human hair.
He opened his mouth to say something just to find himself plummeting back to the ground. He managed to land on his feet, stumbling a bit from the hard landing but still managing to stand. That couldn’t be good for the ankles... but what did it matter? He had to prove this hunter would not scare him, no matter how roughly he treated him.
“Some of them do not know how to strategize... this cannot be helped.” He retorted, folding his arms so he could keep himself from doing something he may regret. "That does not mean I will stop. It is not courage. It is duty. Watch more closely next time.”
"For a mercenary, you're incredibly small." [infxrno-sonata]
“Eh? What did you say? I can't hear you, from up there... maybe you are too tall.”
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That’s a FAT yes.
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Send a Symbol : accepting ⛈ - what is the muse like at their worst?
The Gurkha were an intense group, and Naib is no exception.
When he’s at his worst, at his very lowest, Naib is abhorrent. Cold, aggressive, even selfish; He shuts down everything else beyond what matters to him, and if you get in his way then you have proven yourself to be an obstacle he must get past.
While he’s never been much of a talker, nor been the nicest cuddliest guy, he loses any nicety he’s ever shown. At this point, he’s felt like he’s done everything he can, his warnings have proven pointless and now only action can be taken. Words have always been a useless tool for him anyway, so those get cast aside. There is no negotiation with him, no talking him out of it if he needs to get something done.
If it’s destructive, it doesn’t matter. If you get hurt? You shouldn’t have gotten in a Gurkha’s way and it’s your fault. If you try and talk him down? You’re wasting your breath and testing his patience.
It doesn’t even matter if you mean something to him. At his worst, the rest of the world is the enemy and he’ll either find a way to take it down or outrun it.
)(I lowkey updated my description from semi to non-selective. Ssshhh.)(
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send a symbol.
because i felt like making one of these, fuck you.
LEARN SOMETHING ⛈ - what is the muse like at their worst? 📖 - deadly sin that applies to them the most? 🍁 - favorite season? 🏹 - have they ever committed a murder? 💝 - have they ever been in love, and with who? ⚠️ - the worst deed they’ve done/crime they’ve committed? ⛔ - do they believe in revenge? 💫 - do they believe in fate/propecy/destiny? 🥀 - have they ever felt heartbreak? 🌵 - do they consider themselves dangerous? 🍀 - do they believe in luck? 🌙 - do they believe in magic? ☄️ - what is their biggest regret? 🍷 - do they drink? 🍹 - alcohol tolerance? 🍳 - do they know how to cook? ☀ - night or day?
DO SOMETHING 🙈 - muse is blind for [#] asks. 🙉 - muse can’t hear for [#] asks. 🙊 - muse can’t speak for [#] asks. 💥 - muse feels agonizing pain when they raise their voice for [#] asks. 🐔 - muse is uncontrollably afraid/paranoid for [#] asks. ⚡ - muse has unstable emotions for [#] asks. 🍺 - muse acts like they are when they’re drunk for [#] asks. 🍬 - muse is hyper as fuck for [#] asks. 🎭 - muse can only speak in cryptic phrases for [#] asks. 🎬 - any noise becomes deafening to the muse for [#] asks. 🌋 - the muse is unable to control their anger for [#] asks. 🔦 - muse becomes light-sensitive for [#] asks. 👁🗨 - muse feels like they’re being watched for [#] asks. gets worse as it continues. 🚫 - the muse hallucinates their worst fear for [#] asks. gets worse as it continues. ♾️ - the muse is in constant pain for [#] asks. gets worse at it goes along. (bonus if the pain is an old wound/scar.) ⛅ - the muse hides their emotions for [#] asks. emotions come spilling through when m!a ends. ✨ - muse is in a state of hypnosis for [#] asks. go wild.
OTHER ♠️ - the muse’s ‘worse side’ shows for [#] asks. ♥️ - the muse’s ‘better side’ shows for [#] asks. ♦️ - the muse becomes emotionless for [#] asks. ♣️ - the muse feels temporarily free from doubt for [#] asks. ♈ - the muse has an ego boost for [#] asks. ♉ - the muse is unreasonably stubborn/bitter/petty for [#] asks. ♊ - the muse is split into two versions of themself for [#] asks. (emotion/logic, happy/sad, etc.) ♋ - muse becomes overwhelmingly pessimistic for [#] asks. ♌ - muse becomes incredibly fucking arrogant for [#] asks. ♍ - muse is shy as hell for [#] asks. ♎ - muse is obsessed with keeping things ‘stable’ or ‘balanced’ for [#] asks. ♏ - muse is unbearably rude/cruel/violent for [#] asks. ♐ - muse is more ‘pleasant’ than usual for [#] asks. ♑ - muse loses all self-control for [#] asks. ♒ - muse acts incredibly aloof for [#] asks. ♓ - muse is overwhelmed by sadness for [#] asks. ⛎ - wildcard. mun’s zodiac applies to the muse. (ex: i’m a cancer, so if i was sent ophiuchus, muse would get the effects of cancer.)
Excerpt from ”Thank You” by Trista Mateer, in Honeybee
What you did to me wasn’t bad enough. I deserved worse.
Go into the inbox right now and tell my muse exactly what you think of them! Anon or not!
