"Hi... I'm F. For Ferrum. My real name is Feng, I'm not supposed to give that out though, but there's alot I give out that I'm not supposed to... Don't tell Roger."
Character details:
Letter: F
Code name: Ferrum
True name: Feng Lao(凤劳)
Age: 17
Birthdate: June 3rd
Home country: Taiwan
Orientation: Bisexual, Demi-romantic
Pronouns: He/Him
Likes: Bright neon, star gazing, getting high
Dislikes: Messy spaces, guns, working
Extra:Born into a lower middle class family in South Tiawan F lived a relatively comfortable life until his mother and father were shot and killed in a robbery at age 7. He jumped between foster homes for three years and lost four more sets of parents before being sent to an orphanage. He has a reputation as "F, the good times ruiner" for his generally rule abiding attitude but secretly his good temper and strict adherence to the rules are to remove suspension from his actual crimes: selling drugs booze and other illegal substance to the other kids.
Appearance:
Eye color: Dark brown
Hair: Black, chin length and slightly wavey
Skin tone: Copper
Height: 5'10 (178cm)
Weight: 160-170lbs (72-77kg)
Fashion sense: Comfortable, alternative but generally lowkey. Wears mostly black with occasional bright colored accessories (body harnesses are the most notable.)
Extra: Has several piercings on his face and ears but typically only wears earrings. Faded scars across most parts of his body, most from untraumatic incidents. Often wears color tinted glasses to hide how high he is.
(=rules under cut=)
About mun:
The man behind the muse is @artificial-ascension
That's my main personal blog and everything about me is in the pinned post. If you don't feel like going there:
I'm Michael
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He/They
My other rp blog is @making-a-killing I made a separate blog for my other muse because I like theming my blogs
Activity:
I'm very active on Tumblr and try to be active here.
If I have alot of asks or RPs going on at once it may take a while to get to all of them, but trust me I do see everything.
I may get writers block for some things but I will try to get around to everything.
I'm very open about what I'm working on so if you have questions or concerns feel free to message me. If for whatever reason I will bot be responding to your ask/response I will inform you
I'm in the Eastern U.S. but may be active anywhere from 5am (my time) at the earliest to 3am at th latest. (I have a terrible sleep schedule) However I am mich less likely to be writing or responding super late or super early. I may also be late to things if I'm away from my phone because I do that sometimes
Basic:
F gives out his first name freely, his last name however would only be known to someone with shinigami eyes. Feel free to throw around the name for fun.
I don't mind most things, if you feel like you need permission to do something to F I almost certainly don't care
NSFW is very much allowed but I require you to be 18+ for sexual material. Otherwise go crazy.
Really just try and not speak for F. That's my job, also I may do so on my other rp blog, but most F will go here.
I don't like writing much... you wouldn't be able to tell because I'm quite long winded...
And also don't be a dick. I try to be friendly but I don't fuck with any sort of bigotry in or out of character. And don't be rude to me I'll block you. I came here to have fun.
Trigger warnings for: Drug use, drug trafficing, addiction (alcohol is included as a drug for the record)
Other trigger warnings will be tagged when they come up, however these themes are prevalent throughout the blog
Rules and warnings to be expanded upon as things come up. I'm new here.
"Don't answer if you're screwing C right now, I won't give him the satisfaction of laying my eyes on his dick."
The door opens slightly, "Trust me Backup, if I was banging C you'd know before you could knock. If you have something to say, say it fast or come in. There's a camera pointed at more door, you know."
"It's my birthday," B pouts, pushing his way into F's room. "Did you already forget?"
B pulls F's letter out of his pocket and flings it onto the nearby desk. Maybe C will find it. "I thought it was C trying to get me to walk in on you. He sends me videos of him fucking one of you nearly every single day,"
B walks over to F's bed and sits down. He looks like he's holding back a laugh. "Are you being nice to me just cause?"
F closes the door and moseies ovee to his desk where ue left his joint, "Yeah. I do that. It's my thing at this point."
F picks up the letter, "Mm. Yeah, I signed this as Feng, C always calls me Fang. I'm not sure where C is at the moment."
F watches him sit down on his bed, "I'm being nice because I don't like making enemies," He takes another hit, "You forgot my birthday, you know. I'm just trying to break the cycle."
Looking around the room, what B mostly sees in smoke. He leans back on his hands.
"That's fine... I have no interest in seeing him at the moment."
B cocks an eyebrow at Feng as he takes the joint between his fingers.
"Enemies? We hardly know each other. I had no plans to make an enemy out of you," taking the drag between his lips, a smirk forms behind the smoke he exhales. "Should I?"
Fire settles into his lungs and it threatens to soothe him.
B offers the joint back.
"Oh...is it because I have a reputation for being confrontational? Don't worry. I'm only that way when I want to be, and whether or not I want to be is entirely up to you. This is a good start. I'm nicer when I'm high."
"No, you shouldn't. I just know I haven't been the kindest lately."
When the joint of offered back, he takes it.
"Yes I think I am somewhat afraid of you for that. But again, I'm simply trying to stop whatever relationship we may have from growing into something negative. I figured this was a good way, I am also nicer when I'm high."
F sat down on the floor, not feeling like standing anymore.
"Mm, my birthday is June 3rd. Just a few weeks before yours."
F takes another hit.
"Of course I realize most people don't know my birthday. Most people don't even know my name."
B smiles. He likes it when people are afraid of him.
"I'm not sure what impression I gave you the other day,"
B reaches over and plucks the joint from F's fingers again. This time the end burns for a while before B blows out an impressive billow of smoke. He must do this often.
"C wants something from me, so I wondered if I could use you to mess with him. Unfortunately, he's a nymphomaniac, so I don't think having sex with you will accomplish that. Luckily, I don't think he cares for you enough for hurting you to accomplish that, either. All things considered, we are firmly on neutral ground, F."
B is kind enough to pop the joint directly back into F's mouth. That aura of neurotic energy that made B seem like he is always itching to jump out of his skin and attack melts slowly into something more playful.
"Don't worry, that's how it is for most of you. Everyone under the top ten is invisible. I am apparently hyper-visible. I will remember June 3rd, since you were cute about it.
Although...drugs will definitely make you more popular around here. How does it work? C grows, you deliver? Sometimes I'm in the mood to fuck with him, often I am not, so if I can avoid going to the greenhouse then I might just come here..."
F would normally be upset about having his stuff taken right from his hands, but he was willing to let it go, it was his birthday after all.
"Yeah... Trust me I'm not C's only partner and we really don't hold eachother in high regaurds. We're business partners who get eachother off sometimes. Frankly the most harm that will come from hurting me is to C's income, but it's nice to hear we're neutral. Better than being enemies."
F flinches when B puts the joint in his mouth, but he finds it more cute than creepy and doesn't say anything.
"Oh I am firmly aware of how people at the bottom are treated. That's how I get away with all this," F gestured to his room, illuminated bright lights that shone through the smoke and covered in altered wall paint and carpet, "The staff doesn't care to check in on those of us in the lower ranks. I'm just saying that even among my own I still tend to be over looked."
B called him cute. F felt that strangely oit of character, but then again he didn't know B very well and he just decided to take the compliment.
"C's been helping me for a while now. He grows what we can, that and he helps me with other things too. But I do have more than just plants around here, and those I get from outside sources. I won't elaborate, but I'll that taking on mostly drug cases has its perks."
F takes a long drag.
"I'm not opposed to it. I've had a hard time selling to the upper ranks so having Mr. Number 2 here is quite the honor. I understand how C can be, if you don't want to deal with him I'll be happy to sell to you personally."
B sighs loudly and falls onto his back, lazily following the smoke clouds as they vanish into the ceiling.
"If that's the case...is there someone C does hold in high regard?"
Not Z, not F, it must be X. That conversation in the greenhouse convinced him. C must have blundered and fallen for one of his precious flowers. He is targeting A, after all, at least in part because he knows B only has one weakness.
"I almost never get drug cases anymore. It's all homicides and human trafficking. I wonder if someone told Roger and the old man thinks I have a problem...if I find out, they'll regret it,"
Cannabis somehow manages to make B even more talkative than usual, even if he is mostly talking to himself.
"Well done, Feng. I like you more now then I did just a second ago. I am actually quite easy to get along with, unless you're a difficult person."
This is, of course, B's honest opinion of himself.
"Not sure. There's X, maybe, but I don't like to talk about him." F tries to hide the sadness in his voice.
"Yeah I started volunteering at some point and I got so good with them I'm basically the go to drug guy. I'm ok with it, the nasty stuff really isn't my style and besides, I actually hate detective work. Honestly I'm just here because being in the program gives me special rights and hey, someone has to be on the bottom."
F wonders what a difficult person could be to him, but he figures it won't matter because he tends to be very agreeable regardless, "That’s good to hear. I'd also consider myself easy to get along with, especially when it comes to people like yourself. I've got respect for you, Backup. I can assure I won't be difficult."
He couldn't vouch for the rest of his associates, though F intended to keep good relations with the kid who could easily destroy him.
"Why not? Love triangle? It's unfair to say something like that and not elaborate..."
It's unlikely F can see him smiling right now, a blessing considering how inappropriate of a response that is.
'I've got respect for you, Backup.'
Well, that's new.
What is respect when B finds himself in the paradoxical position of someone superior to everyone around him - except for Alternative?
One person. A's existence is enough to permit even the lowliest of them to mock B for not being good enough.
He overhears the others gossip about how he and A probably aren't even especially intelligent; Wammy must select favorites for a different reason. Maybe he's a pervert.
That kind of respect is just resentment; it's flimsy, and inspires attacks. That's why B prefers fear.
"Wow, you're saying all the right things today. Is that why C likes you? If only he had your sense of self-preservation..."
F tilts his head, "Oh, did you not hear about what happened between me and X? It's quite the tale. The short version is that he stole from me, fucked my shit up and then we haven't spoken after I retaliated." That wasn't all the details, but the fewer people who knew the better. After all, F didn't trust B that much quite yet.
"I say all the right things whevever I want if you must know." F took a long drag off his joint.
"And C likes me for the business I rake in. That and one other thing." F grins, slightly mischievous, slightly seductive.
"Personally I try to be nice to everyone I don't know too well. I think C is just like that for kicks, unlike me, who likes staying alive." F smiled vacantly.
"Doesn't sound like much of a tale. The short version, at least. Still...you fell out with X that badly and C is still fucking you..." B's eyes light up. "That must piss X off."
As if he doesn't do whatever possible to sabotage his own intimate relationship on a daily basis.
"Speaking of..."
B sits abruptly and digs out his phone. He opens his messages with C. At this point, it's just a list of videos of C having sex, all ignored. He tosses it into F's lap.
"I won't look through them myself. You have to be in at least one. Recognize anything?"
Yes, he wants F to look through the dozens of videos of C fucking whoever until he finds one with him in it. Reasonable request.
"Trust ms the detailed version is much more interesting. But of course I can't tell you it, not unless you promise to keep the details between the two of us."
F hadn't considered how X would feel. C was their mutual friend and X was the one who pushed F to start messing around with C. It's not like there was ever anything serious, just friends playing around.
The phone lands in F's lap. It's B's texts with C, all of the messages being videos sent by C of himself fucking randoms. F cocks an eyebrow, "Why do you want me to look through these? What's the point?"
Still, F picks up the phine and scrolls. He doesn't watch any of the videos, only looks at the thumbnail and hopes he can recognize the other person.
He rarely let C film him, but he knew he'd let C do it on the occasion, mostly because C was kind enough to send the footage he captured to whoever he was preforming with.
It took some scrolling but he found one. He wasn't sure about some previous messages seeing as there are plenty of of other kids in the house with his same build and similar enough skin tone to look the same in dim light. But this one was definitely him as it was clearly in F's bed being filmed from C's phone propped up on F's night stand and both their faces were clearly visible.
The thumbnail wasn't too dirty, but C had started filming before they even had their pants. Still, they were both shirtless, C was on top of him and they had their hands strung through eachothers hair aggressively making out. F grimaced. He remembered rewatchung the full video better than he did the actual experience.
It was a full 15 minute long sex tape between the two, everything from them stripping to F shakily trying to light a cigarette. He recalled C had gotten fairly agressive, and he really liked it. The idea that B had access to the full encounter made him shudder, that someone he barely know could have seen him so submissive to someone he usually had some semblance of power over... It didn't sit well with him.
"You could probably build a child pornography case against C with all this, you know. You shouldn't though. Because I do in fact have every film of me and C he's ever made."
B watches F's face carefully and that grimace is not at all lost him. He wonders why F isn't having fun at the sight of himself...well, having fun. Embarrassment? Discomfort? Resentment?
"There are several points.
One, I now know I have a video of you.
Two, you now know I have a video of you.
Three, that look on your face.
Four, I can watch it in front of you.
Five, it might be useful later,"
B rises and saunters over to F to snatch his phone back from his hands. Before straightening up, he locks their pinky fingers together.
"I have no incentive to share your story with anyone and so I do not plan to. Promise,"
For now, anyway.
"Besides, something like this is way worse than any story, just as you said...it's tangible."
B smirks and turns his eyes on the screen. He hits play and watches this version of F preform with casual curiosity.
F scowls. Truthfully there are mkre expressive gestures he could do, but he wasn't looking to start anything.
"Oh I see how it is. You want dirt on me?"
F leans away from B when he loops his pinkie around his own. Normally he'd smile at such a simple, almost intimate, gesture but he was upset at the moment.
'No incentive to share my story...' He thought, 'So no promises then.'
"Well this story isn't so useful for putting me at odds with other students, unlike that video. It's much better for getting me in trouble with the staff, which said video would be terrible for."
F readjusted himsekf uncomfortably where he sat as he watched B play the video.
"But I don't imagine you're giving me much of a choice so I may as well tell you."
F took a deep breath and sighed, "So, if you aren't in the know me and X used to be roommates and because we were roommates I had him help me with my uh, business here." F gestured to his entire room.
"And he was ok, but he was honestly more of a nepotism hire, if you could apply that to friends at least. But anyways after awhile he started stealing from me and it started to piss me off so I may have... intentionally sabotaged a mission we were on. I won't say which but I did almost get him killed." F cleared his throat awkwardly. Come to tgink of it he hadn't told anyone other than C the full story.
"Obviously X lived and I didn't get blamed for the screw up considering the staff called it a 'unfortunate technical glitch' and chalked it up to bad luck and for a bit X was pissed at me and thought I was trying to kill him and I mean- I was but he didn't have proof and I got him to belive it was his fault he almost died and..." F trailed off for a moment, recollecting on what happened next.
He took a deep sigh, "And then X went and tried to deal with a gang I'd been negotiating with because he has to probe himself or some shit but he fucked everything up like the idiot he is and ended up loosing me valuable contacts then had the gall to keep taking from my cut as of we weren't already low on stock from his fuck up."
F took a long drag off his joint to calm himself down, both the story ans the quiet ambiance of the amateur porno of him and C B had put on in the background, "So after that I went and laced my own drugs so when X took them he got a pretty nasty poisoning. He probably would have died if K wasn't there to give some first aid."
F's face stayed completely flat, he had alot of complex emotions about the situation, non of which he cared to examine at the moment.
"So I need you not to tell anyone right? The only person who knows the full version is C and I think you can imagine why the staff can't know I almost killed X twice."
"You tried to kill your friend over drugs? Those are replaceable! Well, so are people, but you'll never get the same one twice," B points out with bizarre enthusiasm. "Money is a common and boring motive for murder. Still, I didn't take you for a killer, even a boring one..."
B takes a thumbnail between his molars as he mumbles his thoughts aloud.
"So you're not helpless, just accommodating…to a point. And there must be far more at stake here than just the proceeds of dealing pills and weed to orphans. You're right, this version is much more interesting...consequently, so are you,"
Backup turns his probing gaze back to the phone, apparently with renewed interest.
"I wonder what it would take for you to stab C in the back like that. He's definitely a bigger bastard than X, and he'd fuck you over in a heartbeat if there was something in it for him. Really, it's only a matter of time..."
After a few more moments of watching C and F fondle each other, B pauses the video and flashes a sardonic smile at the boy on the floor. Aw, he's gone and withdrawn into himself.
"...Hey, what's wrong? I liked the faces you were making earlier. Do you feel guilty or something?"
With an easy sigh, B sits cross-legged directly in front of Ferrum and studies his expression closely. Then, he takes his joint again.
"What's guilt feel like?" he inquires, dragging away on F's only source of comfort in this confrontation.
"I won't tell anyone. They might get rid of you, and I like you now."
"I wouldn't say it was just money." F awkwardly retorted as if somehow being called a boring killer hurt his feelings, "Pride plays a part too. Pride and sending a message. If I don't punish one theif I could end up with more..."
The comment about C caught him off gaurd. He hadn't really considered a betrayal from any of his colleagues, not with how lucrative the Wammys drug market was.
"I just-" F paused, he had been vulnerable enough tonight, "You like getting under people's skin don't you?"
He lets Backup take the joint from him, he doesn't really care about it now.
"I don't feel much in the way of guilt. It's... unfortunate that X had to fuck up lioe that. I can't let certain actions go unpunished even if they are my friends."
Feng had friends, yes. Fang did not.
"Thanks for keeping the secret, though. I can't imagine what they'd to do me for two counts of attempted murder."
There were certainly more attempts under his belt, but none he felt like bringing up. Backup already knew enough.
(=I am considering adding K to my roster seeing as my only muse is F and I talk about her often (also I am slowly becoming the L Change The World guy) and I was wondering if I should, if I was to add her:
1. make a separate blog for her as this one is very Feng themed
2. Make a second intro post linked in my pinned describing her
3. Add her under Fengs description and not make anything new
(=Currently it's looking like adding a new intro post for her, but it's two to one and I still am not opposed to making a K themed blog... I may do that, just because I like making these so much.=)
(=I am considering adding K to my roster seeing as my only muse is F and I talk about her often (also I am slowly becoming the L Change The World guy) and I was wondering if I should, if I was to add her:
1. make a separate blog for her as this one is very Feng themed
2. Make a second intro post linked in my pinned describing her
3. Add her under Fengs description and not make anything new
(=Currently it's looking like adding a new intro post for her, but it's two to one and I still am not opposed to making a K themed blog... I may do that, just because I like making these so much.=)
(=I am considering adding K to my roster seeing as my only muse is F and I talk about her often (also I am slowly becoming the L Change The World guy) and I was wondering if I should, if I was to add her:
1. make a separate blog for her as this one is very Feng themed
2. Make a second intro post linked in my pinned describing her
3. Add her under Fengs description and not make anything new
[ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ] ― sender wraps a soft blanket around receiver’s shoulders
Someone needs to be nice to her.
-F, (Fairweather-Fangs)
It has been almost a week since the incident with Z. She does not talk about it, keeps her mouth firmly shut as they demanded, but it is impossible to deny the shift in her demeanour. Always looking over her shoulder, tense and barely speaking. Returning to that wild dog anxiety of before Wammy's House.
It does not help that they have left the East Wing an open scar. They were still digging people out, and it was more corpses than the living. Yoriko did not look, and knew that most who had been in the East Wing that day were not part of the L Project. Easy to dispose of. Unnecessarily taking up space.
She had to start over again. Her room was destroyed. Yoriko had lingered on the edges of the shared room of A and B, but hesitated to stay longer. It took everything not to say anything, to scream 'see what they do to us', to throw things and cry like a petulant child. Yoriko hated to depend on others; a lifetime where they were the only one in their world they could trust. In times of crisis, Yoriko always returned to themselves.
So when a blanket wrapped around their shoulders, they stiffened. Part of them wanted to wonder if it was a sign of her execution day. Like a shroud. She glanced down at it. It was soft and faded blue in colour. There was nothing particularly noteworthy of her execution shroud; how they saw her. Nothing noteworthy, just another inconvenience down the line.
When she looked up, it was with acceptance in her eyes and it took a long time to register that, if this was her death, they picked a cruel betrayal in F. She kept staring, waiting, before looking away. She hardly had the energy to complain, and if F were not there to put the bullet in her then she never said any of it out loud.
"I'm... tired. I don't remember when I last slept."
There is a sharp, sudden laugh from her at the comment. Not like that neutral 'ha ha' that she lets slip out from time-to-time to show that she is being friendly and engaging and does understand the situation. She does not even know if she found the comment funny or if it was the stress starting to pile on top of her, but it happened anyway.
It almost, almost pushes her into full awareness, but there are still clothes clinging to her bloody back, and perhaps it is a good thing she is not fully aware because the pain would destroy her.
There is enough, though, to realise that they best wash before that pain comes in full brutality.
"I think I will actually need help with my back." They admit as they start to peel the blouse off. It moves with slow stretches followed by sharp movements, the fabric having burrowed itself into the deeper parts of an uglier wound that came from the sharp edges of shrapnel. Better her back than the front.
The blouse is stiff like a waterproof jacket and there is no hesitation in abandoning it. Shoes, socks, trousers, underwear, it is all tossed aside with little to no thought before the shower is turned on.
It stutters into action, icy water spilling out. She moves her hair away from the most prominent injury of her back, golden tendrils covers her chest. It is, indeed, a silent request. She does not openly admit to the pain in her shoulders although it is obvious it should be there; blood spills all the way up to the nape of her neck.
Feng had previously wanted to avoid showering with Yoriko, simply not trusting himself to not make it akward, though now seeing her back he was wrought with a sense of dread and worry.
"Yoriko-" He didn't have anything to actually say, only speaking with a vague sense that something should be said.
Looking at the damage she had sustained he was at a loss for words. Several emotions swirled within him. Concern, sadness, anger, fear. He swallowed hard and quickly stripped down, "Y-yeah. I can help with your back."
Retrieving his soap and a wash cloth he stepped into the cold water. He understood not waiting for it to warm, there was hardly a point in that seeing as the 'warm' water was barely that at all. He lathered soap on the rag and pressed it against the bloody cuts, hoping it didn't hurt too much. Staring down the length of their body he watched as blood poured down her skin and into the drain. He felt sick.
"Sorry if it hurts. I- can't really see a way to make it not."
"Well, after failing to kill Roger by Halloween, we must make another attempt tomorrow on bonfire night, and my this is the biggest bonfire yet. If they fail to kill the man, they may well burn down the house, or at least take off the lead roof."
"I mean, I feel like killing him opens up a new opportunity to hire worse people to run this palce. The old man sucks balls but at least he has a limit before he gives up. Burning the place down doesn't sound too bad though, given I can grab my shit before it goes up."
