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Tai recognized the voice for certain, turning his head when he was being addressed. Today he was wearing his uniform and had his Vulpix at his side to help him along, so it showed he did work here. “Uh y-yes I am. H-How can I help ye today?”
While the boy was trying to be kind and polite, it was his guiding eyes Pixel who seemed a bit unnerved about the other, ears pinned back as he gave off a lowly growl. He blinked and heard his Vulpix growling, making him worried. “Pixel, it isn’t polite to growl at visitors..”
" i'm just checking . . . in with the gyms. " his tone is pleasant enough but his grin is too sharp, flashing pointy teeth as he stares at the vulpix, an unspoken threat. don't challenge me, little beast. " just trying to see if there's anything . . . i can do for them, especially our early . . . gyms. after all, they're the backbone of -- " a too long pause. “ -- the league. ”
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PRISON BREAK STARTERS, PT. 1. ( ep. 1 - 11 ) / death, murder, gore.
‘ you’re telling me you’re gonna walk outta here and i’m never gonna see it again? ’ ‘ i don’t have a few years. wish to hell i did. ’ ‘ i didn’t want you to come. go home. i didn’t want you to see this. ’ ‘ you don’t have a violent bone in your body. ’ ‘ he just rolled over. he didn’t put up a fight. ’ ‘ i didn’t kill that man. ’ ‘ i believe in being part of the solution. not the problem. ’ ‘ i’ve got news for you. “trust me” means absolutely zero inside these walls. ’ ‘ you spooked her. ’ ‘ you’ve got too much potential to be screwing up your life like this. ’ ‘ you two have the most dysfunctional idea of love i’ve ever seen. ’ ‘ i will not be cowed into forsaking my beliefs. not by you, not by anybody. ’ ‘ in a month’s time, i’ll be dead. ’ ‘ you’re already dead to me. ’ ‘ you’ve been checking up on me. ’ ‘ i’m an anchor. all i’ll do is drag them down with me. ’ ‘ getting outside these walls is just the beginning. ’ ‘ you’re anticipating every one of my moves three moves in advance. ’ ‘ you’re one hell of a strategist. ’ ‘ he may run this place during the day, but i run it during the night. ’ ‘ you don’t gotta look for trouble. it finds you. ’ ‘ the man’s a five-time felon. he had no credibility. ’ ‘ my whole life has always been crazy and noisy. ’ ‘ if he testifies, a lot of people are going down. including me. ’ ‘ we’ve known each other a long time… it would be a shame if anything happened to your kids. ’ ‘ you want me to fight, i’ll fight. ’ ‘ all i need is a weapon. ’ ‘ i got a good mind to slash you open right now. ’ ‘ your luck just ran out. you chose the wrong side. ’ ‘ i never pulled the trigger. that guy was already dead. ’ ‘ you’re a dead man! do you hear me? you’re a dead man! ’ ‘ they’re gonna kill your boy like they killed mine. ’ ‘ do what you need to do to make this go away. ’ ‘ if i give you that information, i’m a dead man. ’ ‘ do’t make me lie to you. please. ’ ‘ you kill him, you kill our ticket out of here. ’ ‘ if you were a decent man, and you really loved her, you’d let her live her life. ’ ‘ i’m looking to do some damage. i want to do it slow — inflict the maximum amount of pain so a guy wishes he’d die, and get it over with, but just can’t quite get there… ’ ‘ you’re one sick puppy, you know that? ’ ‘ i figured i could play their game and watch him die, or take matters into my own hands. ’ ‘ the world would be better without him. ’ ‘ why would i want anyone to watch me die? ’ ‘ i know you’re scared. i am too. but please put the gun down. ’ ‘ i had to see if you could keep a secret. ’ ‘ you wouldn’t be human if you weren’t scared in a place like this. ’ ‘ we could cut off all his limbs. he still wouldn’t talk. ’ ‘ don’t make this any harder than it needs to be. ’ ‘ you renege now and i’m gonna cut you. so you better take care of your business, or i will take care of you. ’ ‘ has he threatened you? ’ ‘ he deserves punishment as much as the rest of these guys. ’ ‘ you know you’re gonna get killed in here, right? if you’re not careful. ’ ‘ if we’re gonna pull this off, we need to take one of them out. ’ ‘ you’re up against much bigger fish than me. ’ ‘ i’d made my peace, then you give me the one thing a man in my situation shouldn’t have. hope. and now that’s gonna be taken away. ’ ‘ not even a week here and you’re working it like an old con. ’ ‘ i have a little unfinished work to take care of. ’ ‘ i abandoned him a long time ago. ’ ‘ we’re pissing someone off. when people start breaking the law, you know you’re getting warm. ’ ‘ i think it’s time we stopped beating around the bush and go after the damn bush. ’ ‘ the chair isn’t the only way to take a man’s life in prison. ’ ‘ there’s three things for certain in life — death, taxes and count. ’ ‘ you probably heard stories about me. they’re not all true. ’ ‘ i told you not to apologise. it makes you look weak. ’ ‘ i ain’t messing with no diablo. ’ ‘ i got enough enemies already. ’ ‘ i’m not gonna hurt nobody. i’m a part of the team now. ’ ‘ i’m gonna be very clear here, because you and i face an evolutionary gap. you ain’t gonna hurt this man. ’ ‘ just don’t make a scene, okay? he gets very uncomfortable with this thing. ’ ‘ if you’re trying to calm me down, you’re doing a terrible job. ’ ‘ he’s a good guy but he doesn’t understand that you gotta grab the situation by the gonads and take control. ’ ‘ you ask too many questions. ’ ‘ i’m gonna take care of him myself. ’ ‘ you’re not gonna kill him. ’ ‘ just have a little faith. ’ ‘ we’ve gotta get him on board. ’ ‘ how is this okay? someone just tried to kill us! ’ ‘ i hope you don’t feel like you owe me anything. ’ ‘ i didn’t touch the murder weapon. ’ ‘ i am not a stalker. ’ ‘ he doesn’t fit the profile. ’ ‘ if you go out there, they’ll gun you down. ’ ‘ i imagine heads would’ve rolled if he hadn’t been caught. ’ ‘ this is a matter for the police. ’ ‘ i turned my back on him because i didn’t wanna make waves. it was just easier to look the other way. ’ ‘ i used to think he was some kind of conspiracy theory whacko. turns out maybe he was right. ’ ‘ what they’re saying about me — it’s not true. ’ ‘ they killed her. right in front of me. right in front of my eyes. ’ ‘ people have killed for a lot less. ’ ‘ if you think you’re getting up in this, you’ve got another thing coming. ’ ‘ we have to do it in order to keep our sanity. ’ ‘ it’s in my nature to want to help. ’ ‘ you and i may be stuck together in this little dance, but i call the shots. ’ ‘ i’m kinda short on friends in here, in case you haven’t noticed. ’ ‘ i need to get out. right now. while i’ve still got my life. ’ ‘ if i come all the way out there and this turns out to be a waste of my time, i’m gonna castrate you. ’ ‘ you gotta hand the reins over to me now so that i can save your ass. ’ ‘ before you pull the trigger, look that son of a bitch in the eyes and tell him i said goodbye. ’ ‘ i don’t like getting attached to things if i know they won’t last. ’ ‘ i think there’s cynicism and there’s realism. ’ ‘ i tell you all about me and you don’t tell me you’re married? ’ ‘ you know how many pints of blood the human body has? the answer is ten. ten pints. ’ ‘ you decide whose life is more valuable. ’ ‘ that’s prison, yo. ’ ‘ if you try and swing that piece of lumber at me, it’s gonna feel like your arm is ripping out of its socket. ’ ‘ i need you to steal something back that was stolen from me. ’ ‘ you’re telling me i have to wait until she dies before i see her? ’ ‘ you dragged these people into this knowing that you had no clue how to get them out. ’ ‘ their deaths are on your head. you made this mess. nobody else. you. ’ ‘ the questions you have about me… there are answers. ’ ‘ we’ve got too many people. one of them has to go. ’
according to @eternachamp ;
“ how… f͊ͮ̑̍̾ͯảs̈́ćͧͭ͌iͧ͗̎͐nàt͐̓̿̍̎ͣ̚i̓̀̍n̓͒͗̌̇ͩͫgͩ.“ head tilts to the side as he appraises his double. interesting, truly… that there is more than one victor. this one, however, is not like him. for a moment, eyes shine red, and then he turns his head back up, and the light is gone, almost as if it were a trick of the light. no, this one is not like him at all. "how does it feel? to be w̤̫̗e̱̻͇̮͔͎̜a͙̱̘̦͇͙͈͙̦k͚͕. ”
Talk about a real… shocker ; If he could even call it that. He wasn’t shy to the concept of mirror images, what with all the Bedes (and occasional himself) that he came across- but this one- this one.
It He was uncanny, and not in the sole fact that he looked identical. More like… the fact that down to the exact hair, the exact mannerisms- perhaps they were the same. But something still felt off, and it was clear as day that this Victor was most certainly not him- not even in the quirky, meetcute-esque way that other Victors varied. So if this Victor felt it, Masaru Tsurugi held the same sentiment doubly.
“t’s my nature, I don’t- I don’t feel it,” Victor lisps, not upholding his usual pretense of niceness since this version of himself was so quick to the condescention. “How th’ hell’ve you been keepin’, then?”
this vessel truly was so blessed that he came into it -- otherwise it would still be weak and useless. humans really all were quite pathetic -- refusing to acknowledge this world for what it was, they all thought that there was worth in being good and kind, when all that was was an excuse for their inability to do anything of worth, their inability to do anything requiring real strength.
but this victor before him ? he wasn't so lucky. he wasn't like them.
" of course -- pͤ͐ͪ̋̂ͮr̎ͦ̃̿̉̔̔̇eͫ̈́͒̈́ȳ͂ͧ never does . . . feel weak until the p̅̽́̉̔̄̎̋͆r̆͑̈́̉́e͂̅̌ͫ͐ͮ̾̿dͦ̀͐a̾̇ͤ̉̎̓͋̄t͂̍͒ö͑̓͗̚r̒ͭͣͬ̒̚ṡ̂͛ͪ̆ͬ come for it. " the smile that spreads across his face now was too wide, too toothy, too sharp. " my last form . . . was b̖̖̼͍̲ͅe̩̝̮̳̫͈t̗̹͚͍̼t̫̱̭̳̫̺̪e͔̭̥͖͎͈r͉̝̖̹̝̲̜, but this one's not without . . . its c̩̝͓̱̟̟̟͕̜h͎̤͖̣͙̥͖̦a̟̦͈̪̘̫̲ͅr̜̰͔͎͍ṃ̘̟͓s͕̟. " indeed, there was some security in being the region's champion -- brute power was by far what he preferred to rely on, but for the time being, he could have chosen far worse.
"Can I get a witness?" :)
apologies. / accepting. / @eternachamp
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She glances up from her sketchbook when she feels him approach — what does he want NOW?
" you are going . . . t' entertain me today. " really, she ought to feel honoured that she is receiving such attention from him -- of course, the fact that she won't agree with that is part of what makes this such fun for him. " better make it good. " he smiles wide, that same too toothy smile -- " if you don't . . . y' might regret it. "
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She’d used to confine most of her drawing to her journals, back before she met Victor and Hop. She’d carried it everywhere. But these days so many of her drawings are violent, angry, and she doesn’t want that touching her journal —— and besides. She has no way of knowing what they might take ire at if either of them were to see her with the diary in public and opt to read it. She’s not been flattering to either of them, after all. And worse — there are theories, there, notes on the books she’s read. About the Darkest Day, Eternatus. If they found out how much she knew, or guessed at the extent to which she was still researching…
Either way. The diary has to stay hidden.
He finds her with her sketchbook in the Wealds — sketching the scenery before her. It’s calming, and the only thing that makes her feel like a PERSON and not a collection of fears. Mum told her that when her thoughts were scary to draw what was in front of her, because that would force her to pay more attention to the world than to the frightening things in her head. Yet one of those FRIGHTENING THINGS appears before her, and she, instinctively, pulls the sketchbook to her chest to hide what’s there. There’s no need for it —— she doubts even he could hurt her for something as nonoffensive as a landscape drawing — and yet she feels a furious, instinctive desire to keep SOMETHING for herself. They’ve taken the sun and her sleep and her ability to breathe. They don’t get to see her art.
The display has him smirking, sloping and languid and mocking. “C’mon, Lil - li - an.” She refuses to wince at the sound of her name despite the way her skin crawls. “How about you…show me what you’re drawing?”
Her head shakes.
“You’ll — hurt my feelings, Lil…”
She shakes her head again, expression going pleading and then lowering to her lap. PLEASE Let her have this. Let her have one thing they haven’t taken or corrupted. It’s the only thing that still feels good — still feels like hers, like HER ———
His voice is flat when he speaks again — less teasing. “Give me your hand.”
Her eyes snap up. He crouches before her, holding his hand out expectantly. Her eyes dart between him and his palm, uncomprehending.
He says, again, “give me your…hand, Lil.” The smile is back. His head tilts, eyes flashing red, and she —————
Knows a threat when she sees one. She hears the OR ELSE he doesn’t need to verbalize and — nods. Hates it. Helpless. Stupid. Hates that he is going to hurt her and she HAS TO SAY YES. Her hand extends and rests in his and when it snaps to grasp her wrist, grip too tight, she wonders if he intends to break her fingers. Her eyes squeeze shut, expecting ——
It’s not breaking she feels. It’s heat against the center of her palm. Her eyes snap open — he’s holding a lighter beneath her palm. She understand. The heat goes from uncomfortable to painful too quick. He didn’t intend to break her hand, he wants to ——
It hurts.
She gasps, attempts to yank her hand back, but his grip is too tight and her struggling only makes his smirk grow wider. Her other hand buries in the dirt path beside her, desperate for sensation that doesn’t hurt. His grip tightens, close to breaking the wrist now. “Stay still,” he says, and she almost misses it past the sound of her own whimpers and half - screams. She’s never been burned like this before. It hurts! IT HURTS — !! She blinks and then commits to it, eyes closing, brows furrowing, and even that isn’t enough to stop the pained tears flowing down her cheeks.
When he finally releases her hand, she’s sobbing in earnest, and it snaps back to her chest. Her other covers it, protective, while she curls in on herself. He looks at her like a vaguely interesting thing — head tilted.
“Such a shame, Lil…now you can’t…draw.”
It’s all she can do not to spit at him in response. The pain is too much —— she glances at her hand and knows it’s second - degree and thanks the stars, at least, that it’s not WORSE. She’ll have to hide it from Mum, or spill a lie — she’ll have to be careful with it, she’ll ——-
Thoughts short circuit when she sees him stand — her eyes snap up, body curling further into itself. Her knees pull to her chest, legs protecting both her ribs and the sketchbook — but it seems that for now the game is over, for he only murmurs a CRUEL GOODBYE and turns on his heel. She sobs, miserable and only half there, over her palm. It hurts ———— it hurts too much ————-
But. He’s gone, and despite herself she feels a smirk curling her lips, even as the tears track down her face beside it. NOW SHE CAN’T DRAW?
Can’t go home until she stops crying. Until the pain abates or goes to numbness. She is still here — she might as well… Her unburned hand leaves the burned one; it curls instead around her pencil and then flips the page in her sketchbook. It settles against the paper — she sketches, quick, easy, experienced. Her smirk grows. Tears hit the page. She draws Victor’s eyes. Victor’s lips and mouth and jaw. Victor’s neck.
Thinks he took drawing from her. So did Noah, once, when she was twelve. But she learned to draw with both hands to spite him, and that means ——
He didn’t get to see the sketch book. And he didn’t take drawing from her. That means this time, she wins.
Her burned hand sits on the ground beside her. It hurts so bad. The tears won’t stop.
She draws a pair of small, dark hands around Victor’s throat.
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"it's... sad, isn't it?" he smiles, eyes glowing in the dim light of the setting sun. "knowing that no one cares --" he laughs, a cold, cruel sound that does not belong in what was once such a gentle vessel, and runs a hand down her face, cupping her cheek in a mockery of a far kinder touch. "no one will ever... care, nor come to save you. you are completely... utterly... a͖̫͈͓̘̟̳̳̲l̫o̯͇̻̤n̟ͅe̗͚̜͚̰. why -- you could say... i might even be... the closest thing to a friend you have."
@eternachamp / rule number 1…
He speaks and her face stays blank, careful, faraway and almost gentle. He speaks and she doesn’t flinch when he reminds her that NO ONE CARES. It shouldn’t hurt — she’s known for a long, long time. She has her father to thank for laying the framework and the bullies to thank for building upon it. NO ONE CARES ABOUT LILLIAN. She is a bother at best and a convenient plaything to break at worst. She knows and she’s always known and yet hearing it from him makes her want to scream. She doesn’t. That’s against the rules of the game, isn’t it?
Her hands curl to fists at her side and she barely flinches when his hand raises to her face. Her mind screams, repeating, don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me. DON’T TOUCH ME. Her skin feels too tight and she is so tired, so angry, afraid and furious and she knows the rules. She wants to pull away and she wants to hurt him and she remains still, instead. No one cares about Lillian, and that is why he can say this and do this to her. That is why they can hurt her. Her eyes stay lowered, lined with dark circles — skirting sleep, nightmares, always of them — and her fists curl tighter until she feels her nails digging into her palms. She is so tired. She is so ——
Alone. He’s right. Her teeth grind behind her lips. No one will ever care. No one will save her. She is utterly alone ——
Except, of course, for them. Except, of course, for him. He calls himself her friend and her eyes squeeze shut —— DAMMIT. SHE WON’T CRY. SHE WON’T GIVE HIM THE SATISFACTION OF HER TEARS. But she is SO TIRED and she is SO ALONE and she wants to rest — she wants the game to stop — she would do almost ANYTHING to make the game stop. It’s cruel and it hurts and her hands tremble. She spent so long begging for a friend, for anyone to WANT HER, and now they do and it just hurts. They just hurt her. She bares her teeth and digs her nails harder into her palms and hears him laugh, low and cruel and sharp, at her pathetic display. BUT IT’S NOT TEARS. HE DOESN’T GET HER TEARS.
Don’t touch me, she wants to say. Leave me alone, she wants to stay. Stop, she wants to beg.
But that’s against the rules of the game, isn’t it? And Lillian knows the rules.
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it is DIFFICULT to be one half when you are alone, and yet easy to rejoice as soon as you are complete once more. were it up to hop, he would not leave victor’s side, not for anything. as soon as victor comes even the tiniest bit closer to him, hop finds himself COMPELLED to move to meet him, as though pushed there by a invisible force. ( perhaps that was, indeed, the case - they were not WHOLE unless they were together, after all. )
“i missed y’ more! let’s not spend too much time apart again, ‘kay?” the second they touch has hop letting out a tiny SQUEAK of surprise. it’s… nice? he usually would not seek out human comforts - what need has he, an immortal being - for hugs? but this is DIFFERENT, a warmth that floods into his very BONES, sends him spinning into a contented mindset where, for once, everything is CALM. they are together, together, together !! “… why don’t y’ come and stay over at mine t’night?” he hopes victor will. its draining to be alone.
ah! in his hurry to re-connect, he has neglected an important detail! “y’know, i’ve found somethin’ ya might want t’ s̢͇̺e̢͉̪e̘̫.” for a moment, the boy pauses, though his grip on victor only TIGHTENS a fraction, chin resting on victor’s shoulder. “sonia keeps bringin’ wishing stars into the lab for her research. which means that i have almost unmonitored access t’ them. c̠͚͚o̫̺̘n̡͖͍v̠̝e̢͇̪n̢̝̪i̢͔̫e͖͕͜n̻͇̘t̟̫̠, don’t ya think?”
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" you couldn't get rid of me . . . tonight if y' tried, or even the night after. you're just stuck with me, i'm afraid. " he tucks his head into the crook of his other half's shoulder, revelling in the feeling of finally, finally feeling complete. hop was his other half, his, and victor would not be letting go anytime soon -- the ache in his chest, in his bones, is gone, washed away with hop’s touch and he only feels warm.
it's strange, this desire to be close to another -- he is ancient, inhuman, and this seems such a human want -- no, a need, for he is unsure how he could go on denying himself this warmth now that he has felt it. well -- it hardly matters, as victor has no intention of denying himself of anything that pleases him so.
“ oh, don’t you know just what to say to imͫ̅́͋ͫpͪ̄͑̊r̋͐͋͗ͮe͗̄̿̋̑̾s̀̾ͨ̅sͣ̽ͣ ? ” what a delightful turn of events -- one of them the champion, the other in the professor’s lab -- why, it was almost too easy. “ you’ve managed to get the best position possible, ḥ̥a̮̬̺̱̪͓ͅv̘͍̠̜͉e̘̭̤n͚̫͓̗̦'t̞̦̜̝̤̹ ̬̬̮̺ ͈̤̫̪͍͇yo̟͓ͅu̳͎͚̗̯̻̣ ? ”
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PRISON BREAK STARTERS, PT. 1. ( ep. 1 - 11 ) / death, murder, gore.
‘ you’re telling me you’re gonna walk outta here and i’m never gonna see it again? ’ ‘ i don’t have a few years. wish to hell i did. ’ ‘ i didn’t want you to come. go home. i didn’t want you to see this. ’ ‘ you don’t have a violent bone in your body. ’ ‘ he just rolled over. he didn’t put up a fight. ’ ‘ i didn’t kill that man. ’ ‘ i believe in being part of the solution. not the problem. ’ ‘ i’ve got news for you. “trust me” means absolutely zero inside these walls. ’ ‘ you spooked her. ’ ‘ you’ve got too much potential to be screwing up your life like this. ’ ‘ you two have the most dysfunctional idea of love i’ve ever seen. ’ ‘ i will not be cowed into forsaking my beliefs. not by you, not by anybody. ’ ‘ in a month’s time, i’ll be dead. ’ ‘ you’re already dead to me. ’ ‘ you’ve been checking up on me. ’ ‘ i’m an anchor. all i’ll do is drag them down with me. ’ ‘ getting outside these walls is just the beginning. ’ ‘ you’re anticipating every one of my moves three moves in advance. ’ ‘ you’re one hell of a strategist. ’ ‘ he may run this place during the day, but i run it during the night. ’ ‘ you don’t gotta look for trouble. it finds you. ’ ‘ the man’s a five-time felon. he had no credibility. ’ ‘ my whole life has always been crazy and noisy. ’ ‘ if he testifies, a lot of people are going down. including me. ’ ‘ we’ve known each other a long time… it would be a shame if anything happened to your kids. ’ ‘ you want me to fight, i’ll fight. ’ ‘ all i need is a weapon. ’ ‘ i got a good mind to slash you open right now. ’ ‘ your luck just ran out. you chose the wrong side. ’ ‘ i never pulled the trigger. that guy was already dead. ’ ‘ you’re a dead man! do you hear me? you’re a dead man! ’ ‘ they’re gonna kill your boy like they killed mine. ’ ‘ do what you need to do to make this go away. ’ ‘ if i give you that information, i’m a dead man. ’ ‘ do’t make me lie to you. please. ’ ‘ you kill him, you kill our ticket out of here. ’ ‘ if you were a decent man, and you really loved her, you’d let her live her life. ’ ‘ i’m looking to do some damage. i want to do it slow — inflict the maximum amount of pain so a guy wishes he’d die, and get it over with, but just can’t quite get there… ’ ‘ you’re one sick puppy, you know that? ’ ‘ i figured i could play their game and watch him die, or take matters into my own hands. ’ ‘ the world would be better without him. ’ ‘ why would i want anyone to watch me die? ’ ‘ i know you’re scared. i am too. but please put the gun down. ’ ‘ i had to see if you could keep a secret. ’ ‘ you wouldn’t be human if you weren’t scared in a place like this. ’ ‘ we could cut off all his limbs. he still wouldn’t talk. ’ ‘ don’t make this any harder than it needs to be. ’ ‘ you renege now and i’m gonna cut you. so you better take care of your business, or i will take care of you. ’ ‘ has he threatened you? ’ ‘ he deserves punishment as much as the rest of these guys. ’ ‘ you know you’re gonna get killed in here, right? if you’re not careful. ’ ‘ if we’re gonna pull this off, we need to take one of them out. ’ ‘ you’re up against much bigger fish than me. ’ ‘ i’d made my peace, then you give me the one thing a man in my situation shouldn’t have. hope. and now that’s gonna be taken away. ’ ‘ not even a week here and you’re working it like an old con. ’ ‘ i have a little unfinished work to take care of. ’ ‘ i abandoned him a long time ago. ’ ‘ we’re pissing someone off. when people start breaking the law, you know you’re getting warm. ’ ‘ i think it’s time we stopped beating around the bush and go after the damn bush. ’ ‘ the chair isn’t the only way to take a man’s life in prison. ’ ‘ there’s three things for certain in life — death, taxes and count. ’ ‘ you probably heard stories about me. they’re not all true. ’ ‘ i told you not to apologise. it makes you look weak. ’ ‘ i ain’t messing with no diablo. ’ ‘ i got enough enemies already. ’ ‘ i’m not gonna hurt nobody. i’m a part of the team now. ’ ‘ i’m gonna be very clear here, because you and i face an evolutionary gap. you ain’t gonna hurt this man. ’ ‘ just don’t make a scene, okay? he gets very uncomfortable with this thing. ’ ‘ if you’re trying to calm me down, you’re doing a terrible job. ’ ‘ he’s a good guy but he doesn’t understand that you gotta grab the situation by the gonads and take control. ’ ‘ you ask too many questions. ’ ‘ i’m gonna take care of him myself. ’ ‘ you’re not gonna kill him. ’ ‘ just have a little faith. ’ ‘ we’ve gotta get him on board. ’ ‘ how is this okay? someone just tried to kill us! ’ ‘ i hope you don’t feel like you owe me anything. ’ ‘ i didn’t touch the murder weapon. ’ ‘ i am not a stalker. ’ ‘ he doesn’t fit the profile. ’ ‘ if you go out there, they’ll gun you down. ’ ‘ i imagine heads would’ve rolled if he hadn’t been caught. ’ ‘ this is a matter for the police. ’ ‘ i turned my back on him because i didn’t wanna make waves. it was just easier to look the other way. ’ ‘ i used to think he was some kind of conspiracy theory whacko. turns out maybe he was right. ’ ‘ what they’re saying about me — it’s not true. ’ ‘ they killed her. right in front of me. right in front of my eyes. ’ ‘ people have killed for a lot less. ’ ‘ if you think you’re getting up in this, you’ve got another thing coming. ’ ‘ we have to do it in order to keep our sanity. ’ ‘ it’s in my nature to want to help. ’ ‘ you and i may be stuck together in this little dance, but i call the shots. ’ ‘ i’m kinda short on friends in here, in case you haven’t noticed. ’ ‘ i need to get out. right now. while i’ve still got my life. ’ ‘ if i come all the way out there and this turns out to be a waste of my time, i’m gonna castrate you. ’ ‘ you gotta hand the reins over to me now so that i can save your ass. ’ ‘ before you pull the trigger, look that son of a bitch in the eyes and tell him i said goodbye. ’ ‘ i don’t like getting attached to things if i know they won’t last. ’ ‘ i think there’s cynicism and there’s realism. ’ ‘ i tell you all about me and you don’t tell me you’re married? ’ ‘ you know how many pints of blood the human body has? the answer is ten. ten pints. ’ ‘ you decide whose life is more valuable. ’ ‘ that’s prison, yo. ’ ‘ if you try and swing that piece of lumber at me, it’s gonna feel like your arm is ripping out of its socket. ’ ‘ i need you to steal something back that was stolen from me. ’ ‘ you’re telling me i have to wait until she dies before i see her? ’ ‘ you dragged these people into this knowing that you had no clue how to get them out. ’ ‘ their deaths are on your head. you made this mess. nobody else. you. ’ ‘ the questions you have about me… there are answers. ’ ‘ we’ve got too many people. one of them has to go. ’
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Gloria stared at her brother, feeling emotions she never would have thought to have with her twin: fear and absence. She’s always at least felt like she was on the same page as Victor, that nothing could in between them. Yet, whatever was going on with him…put her on the absolute edge. Not even his smile reached his eyes, which it almost always did.
“It’s…It’s okay, Vic.” She tries to keep her voice level, not wanting it to waver while she spoke with him. “I know you’re jus’ busy. Been gettin’ a lot of trainin’ in myself with the Rangers. So we’ve both been a little neglectful.”
" well . . . now's as good a mo' as any . . . to spend time together, yeah ? " eyes flicker red momentarily, as he slowly drags his arm up to throw over her shoulders. “ we’ve gotta a lot of missed time to make up. ”
one would expect him to sound delighted at the prospect of spending time with his twin, but there is no joy in his voice, no emotion at all, even -- really, pretending to care about people got a little tiring, but it wouldn’t do for the champion to suddenly neglect and abandon his sister. and having the bonus of being close to a ranger -- well, it didn’t hurt.
“ when’s the last time we had a proper . . . adventure ? ”
i’m not passive aggressive, i’m *active* aggressive
@eternahop replied to your post:
he’s going to pout until victor shares them.
passes him the other half. anything for you, of course.
@rarestones replied to your post
next time you’re getting limestone.
sounds like a tasty snack. 🤔