Better Make it Count

|| 18+ NSFW || Indie Assassin and Mob AU G!Sans || Goes by the name Haze || Rules ||

[tenderribcage]

040 for violent starters -gastersnas

* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERSSend me a NUMBER for your muse to :

040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.

The harsh slam of the cold, concrete floor came as a wash of reality to the large skeleton, his eyes half lulled open, fuzzy and fading fast. What was happening? Why had he just fallen in the middle of the street? Carefully, he began to try and push his large, lumbering body from the ground. Two hands planted firmly against the ground began to shove and push, but unluckily, the large skeleton instead rolled onto his back, his breathing harsh. Thats when he felt it, a prick to his side- a hand rushing to grab at the tube jabbed into his ecto-skin. As soon as he gripped it, he tore it from his body, growling as he dizzily looked over the poison dart. With a thrust, the dart flew from his hand to the nearby wall, and he rushed to get back to his feet. OF course- Someone trying to assassinate him… Where was his brother in times like these. Dizzily, the skeleton fumbled to grab at the wall, his breathing harsh as cold puffs of air fluttered into the sky from his shuttering lungs. “Ok– Ok big guy- Easy steps.” He hissed out, carefully stumbling along the dirty street corner. Thankfully, due to how large he was, the poison didnt exactly do much to him- other than knock the ex-mafia member out cold only a block down the street. He was free game. 

[gastersnas]

“To be fair, I didn’t know you were knocked up.” Not that it would’ve mattered to him except for asking for a higher pay. But he wasn’t gonna tell Ruben that. 

“Nah I’d buy my own shit.” He watched as the baby excitedly latched on and began to eat. His brow raised minutely, not expecting Ruben to be breast feeding, but it made sense and he got over his mild surprise quickly.

At the question of trust he shrugged his shoulders, keeping his eyes on the kiddo for another moment. “Suppose you can’t guarantee that. But why would I do anything to you or your little family at this point? I got what I needed. Just cause I kill for my job doesn’t mean I’m about to go do it without a damn good reason. Plus, why would I try anything since staying would be what I wanted. If anything I’d protect what benefits me.” 

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Ruben quickly dragged the blanket over his shoulder so he wasnt being eyed, a faint embarrassed blush rising in his cheeks, which he quickly counteracted with a glare to the floor. His little one was hungry- it wasnt like he was made of money and could go and buy a bunch of shit. Besides…who would let a monster waltz into their store and buy anything in this day n age.  “If you WANT to stay, youd best be careful.” He murmured, one hand gracing the back of his babies head, still hidden beneath the blanket to keep him up. “My brother wont recognize ya- and ya dont want to cross swords with a guy like him.”  A weary breath escaped him, finally feeling the bullet that had shot through his back slip out. His own healing magic taking affect, and slowly sealing up the hole there. That was better- all he was worried about now as his stomach aching.  “We’ve got a sofa…it pulls out, somethin fancy someone brought me from another universe.” He chuckled, trying to stand to go and show him, and wince of pain ran up his spine and he was quick to sit back down. 

[gastersnas]

As Ruben blushed and gave the floor a death glare Haze lazily winked, not at all ashamed of teasing the other some more and trying to embarrass him. The only thing he was better at than flirting and sex was killing.

“Don’t worry pops, I’ll stay out of your way. Won’t even know I’m here.” He smirked and rocked forward on his heels a little. “Unless ya want me to make myself known, that is.” He sent Ruben another cheeky wink and chuckled deeply.

He’d keep a look out for Ruben’s Papyrus, that’s for sure. He wouldn’t want to get in another fight so quickly. Something told him Ruben wouldn’t take his side. “Sofa sounds good to me.” He waved Ruben off as he tried and failed to stand. “I think I can figure it out fine on my own. Don’t strain yourself grandpa.”

[tenderribcage]

040 for violent starters -gastersnas

* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERSSend me a NUMBER for your muse to :

040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.

The harsh slam of the cold, concrete floor came as a wash of reality to the large skeleton, his eyes half lulled open, fuzzy and fading fast. What was happening? Why had he just fallen in the middle of the street? Carefully, he began to try and push his large, lumbering body from the ground. Two hands planted firmly against the ground began to shove and push, but unluckily, the large skeleton instead rolled onto his back, his breathing harsh. Thats when he felt it, a prick to his side- a hand rushing to grab at the tube jabbed into his ecto-skin. As soon as he gripped it, he tore it from his body, growling as he dizzily looked over the poison dart. With a thrust, the dart flew from his hand to the nearby wall, and he rushed to get back to his feet. OF course- Someone trying to assassinate him… Where was his brother in times like these. Dizzily, the skeleton fumbled to grab at the wall, his breathing harsh as cold puffs of air fluttered into the sky from his shuttering lungs. “Ok– Ok big guy- Easy steps.” He hissed out, carefully stumbling along the dirty street corner. Thankfully, due to how large he was, the poison didnt exactly do much to him- other than knock the ex-mafia member out cold only a block down the street. He was free game. 

[gastersnas]

“To be fair, I didn’t know you were knocked up.” Not that it would’ve mattered to him except for asking for a higher pay. But he wasn’t gonna tell Ruben that. 

“Nah I’d buy my own shit.” He watched as the baby excitedly latched on and began to eat. His brow raised minutely, not expecting Ruben to be breast feeding, but it made sense and he got over his mild surprise quickly.

At the question of trust he shrugged his shoulders, keeping his eyes on the kiddo for another moment. “Suppose you can’t guarantee that. But why would I do anything to you or your little family at this point? I got what I needed. Just cause I kill for my job doesn’t mean I’m about to go do it without a damn good reason. Plus, why would I try anything since staying would be what I wanted. If anything I’d protect what benefits me.” 

[tenderribcage]

040 for violent starters -gastersnas

* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERSSend me a NUMBER for your muse to :

040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.

The harsh slam of the cold, concrete floor came as a wash of reality to the large skeleton, his eyes half lulled open, fuzzy and fading fast. What was happening? Why had he just fallen in the middle of the street? Carefully, he began to try and push his large, lumbering body from the ground. Two hands planted firmly against the ground began to shove and push, but unluckily, the large skeleton instead rolled onto his back, his breathing harsh. Thats when he felt it, a prick to his side- a hand rushing to grab at the tube jabbed into his ecto-skin. As soon as he gripped it, he tore it from his body, growling as he dizzily looked over the poison dart. With a thrust, the dart flew from his hand to the nearby wall, and he rushed to get back to his feet. OF course- Someone trying to assassinate him… Where was his brother in times like these. Dizzily, the skeleton fumbled to grab at the wall, his breathing harsh as cold puffs of air fluttered into the sky from his shuttering lungs. “Ok– Ok big guy- Easy steps.” He hissed out, carefully stumbling along the dirty street corner. Thankfully, due to how large he was, the poison didnt exactly do much to him- other than knock the ex-mafia member out cold only a block down the street. He was free game. 

[gastersnas]

Pressing a hand to his chest in mock-offence Haze gave Ruben a shocked expression. “Me? A sleeze bag? Oh Ruben I’m hurt!” He snorted and caught the roll of money as it was tossed to him, quickly counting it mentally before slipping it into his pocket. “Like you’re one to talk. From that fight I can tell your LOVE is off the charts so don’t start getting all preachy on me.” 

He watched passively as Ruben pulled out supplies and began bandaging himself up. “A bum? Nah. I just move around a lot. Can’t exactly have a single home base in this type of work when you’re dealing with clients and sometimes targets that can cross timelines.” 

The squealing from the babybones made Haze chuckle As he watched Ruben lift up the baby and hold him. He made his way closer and tilted his head at the babybones, giving him a lazy wave. “I offered to fix up that shoulder for you, it still stands ya know. I got my money, you’ve got nothing to fear from me anymore.”

[tenderribcage]

040 for violent starters -gastersnas

* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERSSend me a NUMBER for your muse to :

040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.

The harsh slam of the cold, concrete floor came as a wash of reality to the large skeleton, his eyes half lulled open, fuzzy and fading fast. What was happening? Why had he just fallen in the middle of the street? Carefully, he began to try and push his large, lumbering body from the ground. Two hands planted firmly against the ground began to shove and push, but unluckily, the large skeleton instead rolled onto his back, his breathing harsh. Thats when he felt it, a prick to his side- a hand rushing to grab at the tube jabbed into his ecto-skin. As soon as he gripped it, he tore it from his body, growling as he dizzily looked over the poison dart. With a thrust, the dart flew from his hand to the nearby wall, and he rushed to get back to his feet. OF course- Someone trying to assassinate him… Where was his brother in times like these. Dizzily, the skeleton fumbled to grab at the wall, his breathing harsh as cold puffs of air fluttered into the sky from his shuttering lungs. “Ok– Ok big guy- Easy steps.” He hissed out, carefully stumbling along the dirty street corner. Thankfully, due to how large he was, the poison didnt exactly do much to him- other than knock the ex-mafia member out cold only a block down the street. He was free game. 

[tenderribcage]

“I caught that.” He hissed, glaring back at the other, his glare sullen and dark as he tried to pry himself from the wall and stumble half heatedly down towards the sidewalk, each step looking more painful then the last. And in a few moments of hobbling, Ruben had to stop, his hands grasping his stomach, his breathing harsh, his brows knit together in pain as he tried his best not to choke on each one.  “Wait–” he growled out, grasping the other by the sleeve instantly, his eyes narrowing. “You gotta– wait–” He murmured, hanging his head for a second, before they both began to faze- with what was only assumed to be Rubens powers.  Instantly, they popped into the old, wood platted, cramped looking apartment, walls covered in framed photos of a tiny skeleton, vintage images of two little skeletons, one looked to be Ruben as a child, the other, a frail looking papyrus- but dressed as a girl. The next was lines of family photos, groups larger than most lined up and frowning at the camera. As per usual of that day and age.  The large skeleton hobbling his way towards the bedroom, his hands grasping at the walls and trailing blood with him until he got to what looked to be a nursery. A little one, tiny frame, but huge red eyes, peered from behind the crib bars, and instantly he began to babble for his papa. Ruben had to fight himself not to rush to his childs side, and instead, went to the baby’s dresser drawers.  “Hey sweetheart~” He whispered to him, hushing him and trying his best to look away, shielding the blood. 

[gastersnas]

Haze had to admit he was getting some enjoyment out of seeing how Rubens wounds were finally starting to effect him. When Ruben stopped he was about to heckle him some more when he suddenly grabbed his...stomach? He didn’t remember hitting him there...

...No fucking way, was he about to go into labor?

He growled as he felt Ruben grip onto his sleeve and when he felt unfamiliar magic start to encompass him he felt his instincts take over. When they appeared at what he presumed was Ruben’s house Haze had drawn his gun and was pointing it at Ruben again with an icy cold glare. Yanking his sleeve from the others hold he took a few steps away and pocketed his weapon once more. “Don’t ever fucking do that again unless you want to get shot in the skull.”

He followed into the doorway of the nursery, looking towards the tiny skeleton babbling in the crib. “So that’s number one huh? Cute. You really leave him alone all day while you go out? That’s not very good parenting grandpa.” Haze tsked and leaned against the doorframe, his wide smirk returning full force.

“Ya know, if you’re short on money I can always use a place to crash that has some good protection. I’d give ya a cut of my profits, could buy loose lips over here some nice stuff.” He gave Ruben a lazy wink. “Think about it.”

[tenderribcage]

040 for violent starters -gastersnas

* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERSSend me a NUMBER for your muse to :

040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.

The harsh slam of the cold, concrete floor came as a wash of reality to the large skeleton, his eyes half lulled open, fuzzy and fading fast. What was happening? Why had he just fallen in the middle of the street? Carefully, he began to try and push his large, lumbering body from the ground. Two hands planted firmly against the ground began to shove and push, but unluckily, the large skeleton instead rolled onto his back, his breathing harsh. Thats when he felt it, a prick to his side- a hand rushing to grab at the tube jabbed into his ecto-skin. As soon as he gripped it, he tore it from his body, growling as he dizzily looked over the poison dart. With a thrust, the dart flew from his hand to the nearby wall, and he rushed to get back to his feet. OF course- Someone trying to assassinate him… Where was his brother in times like these. Dizzily, the skeleton fumbled to grab at the wall, his breathing harsh as cold puffs of air fluttered into the sky from his shuttering lungs. “Ok– Ok big guy- Easy steps.” He hissed out, carefully stumbling along the dirty street corner. Thankfully, due to how large he was, the poison didnt exactly do much to him- other than knock the ex-mafia member out cold only a block down the street. He was free game. 

[tenderribcage]

Ruben huffed, his eyes dilating only a moment, hand pulling back a moment to see the blood oozing from him, drizzling down his hand, which he quickly clasped back over his shoulder. His sockets narrow, harsh breaths ripping from him. He had to think- the mixture of poison and movement starting to take its tole on the pregnant monster. He was fearing going into the labor- and he wasnt going to allow that. Not here.  “T–” He hissed. “Take me back– to my apartment..” He murmured through clenched teeth, his breathing harsh. “And I’ll get you yer money.”  He started to walk, though each step seemed to be heavier and heavier, dragging his leather bound loafers against the dirty, and now bloody ground, his shoulders sunk, his breathing harsh. “And d-dont…” He stumbled, grasping the wall a moment as he took labored breaths.  “Dont call me grandpa.” 

[gastersnas]

Ruben starting looking even worse than before and Haze was more tempted than ever to fulfill his original intent, but if Ruben could somehow prove useful down the line...

“...Fine. Lead the way,” he gave the other a not so friendly smirk, “...grandpa.”

He followed after Ruben, turning around and walking backwards once he passed him. He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and glanced around, not caring about the others pain or discomfort. “I don’t exactly know where I’m going gramps. You’re gonna have to take me there~”

[tenderribcage]

040 for violent starters -gastersnas

* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERSSend me a NUMBER for your muse to :

040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.

The harsh slam of the cold, concrete floor came as a wash of reality to the large skeleton, his eyes half lulled open, fuzzy and fading fast. What was happening? Why had he just fallen in the middle of the street? Carefully, he began to try and push his large, lumbering body from the ground. Two hands planted firmly against the ground began to shove and push, but unluckily, the large skeleton instead rolled onto his back, his breathing harsh. Thats when he felt it, a prick to his side- a hand rushing to grab at the tube jabbed into his ecto-skin. As soon as he gripped it, he tore it from his body, growling as he dizzily looked over the poison dart. With a thrust, the dart flew from his hand to the nearby wall, and he rushed to get back to his feet. OF course- Someone trying to assassinate him… Where was his brother in times like these. Dizzily, the skeleton fumbled to grab at the wall, his breathing harsh as cold puffs of air fluttered into the sky from his shuttering lungs. “Ok– Ok big guy- Easy steps.” He hissed out, carefully stumbling along the dirty street corner. Thankfully, due to how large he was, the poison didnt exactly do much to him- other than knock the ex-mafia member out cold only a block down the street. He was free game. 

[tenderribcage]

He grunts as he finally stands to his full height, hand grasping the bullet riddled shoulder, blood just barely oozing through his thick fingers. He watched the other land, and scowled right on back at him. “I’m persistent, but taking a few bullets is better than being dead. Ya cant save a baby once Im down.” He clenched his fists, his eye lights boring through the other, not daring to give up his rough stance. He wasnt one to stop a fight, especially if he couldnt trust the one wanting to- but something about how Haze had spoken resounded with Ruben, and his guard lowered a tad, hand still clasping his bloody shoulder.  “Y–yeah? What sorta deal?” he grunts out, trying hard not to show just how much pain he was in due to the bullets he had taken.  He swore he could feel his stomach clench only for a moment. 

[gastersnas]

He saw the blood start to seep from Ruben’s shoulder and could tell he was in pain. As much as he wanted to seize the opportunity to take the other out there was no guarantee that would work and then they’d be back to fighting it out. “’Taking a few bullets’ is what makes you dead, dumbass.” 

Haze was slightly surprised Ruben was even considering the deal. He must have come to the same conclusion he had: that this wasn’t worth the risk. “The kind of deal that lets us both walk out of here alive and in relatively one piece.” 

Glancing around at the shambles of the warehouse he couldn’t help but smirk ever so slightly. They really fucked up the place, didn’t they? “You’re a good fighter, grandpa. It’s been a long time since I’d fought such an evenly matched opponent. How about this: pay me what my employer would’ve given me for your head and you’ll never have to see me again. I’ll throw in a bit of healing magic for that shoulder of yours too if you want. Though I wont be offended if you don’t want my magic near ya.” 

[tenderribcage]

040 for violent starters -gastersnas

* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERSSend me a NUMBER for your muse to :

040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.

The harsh slam of the cold, concrete floor came as a wash of reality to the large skeleton, his eyes half lulled open, fuzzy and fading fast. What was happening? Why had he just fallen in the middle of the street? Carefully, he began to try and push his large, lumbering body from the ground. Two hands planted firmly against the ground began to shove and push, but unluckily, the large skeleton instead rolled onto his back, his breathing harsh. Thats when he felt it, a prick to his side- a hand rushing to grab at the tube jabbed into his ecto-skin. As soon as he gripped it, he tore it from his body, growling as he dizzily looked over the poison dart. With a thrust, the dart flew from his hand to the nearby wall, and he rushed to get back to his feet. OF course- Someone trying to assassinate him… Where was his brother in times like these. Dizzily, the skeleton fumbled to grab at the wall, his breathing harsh as cold puffs of air fluttered into the sky from his shuttering lungs. “Ok– Ok big guy- Easy steps.” He hissed out, carefully stumbling along the dirty street corner. Thankfully, due to how large he was, the poison didnt exactly do much to him- other than knock the ex-mafia member out cold only a block down the street. He was free game. 

[tenderribcage]

Ruben flung himself about, fazing in and out and back in, all the while flying his hands up into the air to block attack after attack, though he noticed the others sudden halt only a moment. So this douche bag had feelings, ey? Good to know. Ruben skid back in the dirt, his clothes tattered and dirty from the barrage of attacks the other sicked on him.  He shot a look up to the rafters where the attacker lurked, his hands opening as two colossal sized blasters lurked behind him.  “I was BRED into this world! I was trained to kill since I was 10! AND I CHANGED!!” he belted, flinging his hands forward- the blasters rushing to obey. One loomed around the one Haze rode, sneering and charging as if ready for the attack, while the other did the same from behind.  “I saw that look on your face– you had someone too! I have someone at home– he’s nothin more than a baby– and I got one in me still! You gonna take his papa and brother away from him!? You have room to struggle!!” 

[gastersnas]

He growled as the blasters materialized around him, yellow magic pouring from his eye like a thick fog. As Ruben shouted at him he barked back just as fiercely, “I CHANGED TOO! And it wasn’t for the better! Because I had no other CHOICE!” The blaster he was on fired a shot towards Ruben before flying towards the ground and letting Haze jump off it to land out of line of his opponents blasters. 

He was letting this asshole get to him, he needed to end this. He wouldn’t let someone like Ruben be the one to break down his walls he’d spent so long making. This job was quickly becoming not worth the effort. “You’re pregnant huh? But you’re still taking bullets and gettin in this fight with me. You’ve got quite a bit to lose old man.” He stood up straighter and scowled at the other, not feeling at all empathetic but knowing that this fight was not worth the measly payoff promised by his employer.

“You’ve got quite a bit to lose and I already told ya that I’m not the one who wants ya killed so it’s not like I have a personal investment in seeing that happen. My employer didn’t offer me enough for this fight to be worth the risk. So how about we make a deal?” 

[tenderribcage]

040 for violent starters -gastersnas

* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERSSend me a NUMBER for your muse to :

040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.

The harsh slam of the cold, concrete floor came as a wash of reality to the large skeleton, his eyes half lulled open, fuzzy and fading fast. What was happening? Why had he just fallen in the middle of the street? Carefully, he began to try and push his large, lumbering body from the ground. Two hands planted firmly against the ground began to shove and push, but unluckily, the large skeleton instead rolled onto his back, his breathing harsh. Thats when he felt it, a prick to his side- a hand rushing to grab at the tube jabbed into his ecto-skin. As soon as he gripped it, he tore it from his body, growling as he dizzily looked over the poison dart. With a thrust, the dart flew from his hand to the nearby wall, and he rushed to get back to his feet. OF course- Someone trying to assassinate him… Where was his brother in times like these. Dizzily, the skeleton fumbled to grab at the wall, his breathing harsh as cold puffs of air fluttered into the sky from his shuttering lungs. “Ok– Ok big guy- Easy steps.” He hissed out, carefully stumbling along the dirty street corner. Thankfully, due to how large he was, the poison didnt exactly do much to him- other than knock the ex-mafia member out cold only a block down the street. He was free game. 

[tenderribcage]

Ruben twisted and slammed his hand down on the ground, a row of spiked bones striking up from the ground so harshly and with such strength that it made the whole floor rumble, his movement didnt stop, and as soon as the knife was subdued, the bullet struck him in the shoulder. That care and softness that had once been there, that age and slow methodical thinking- it was gone. He was going into his training mode.  Bullets wouldnt stop him.  He went silent, as that eye blazed on, hands flying up and causing more bones the rip from the ground, tearing to try and cage the other in, the one blaster rearing about and opening its maw to blast at the others, a low, almost silent rumble shaking the ground as Ruben flung himself around, row of bones after row after row ripping from the floor, sweat slipping down his skull, and what looked to be steam rising from his nostril socket and mouth like clouds of smoke.  “I got a baby to feed- you think I got time for a fucker like YOU?!”  He slammed his foot into the floor, and this time, a huge row shot from behind his attacker, his hands slamming together and those bones quickly dragging along the ground, as if he’d crush the other in that instant.  “MY BABY MATTERS- MORE THAN MY FUCKING LIFE!!” 

[gastersnas]

One of Haze’s blasters swooped down and he managed to hop on top of it to get out of the way of the sudden onslaught of bones, only to have the skull get caught between the two bone walls getting crushed together. He leaped off as the blaster was crushed to dust and rolled as he hit the ground to lessen the impact. He made sure to keep moving, wary of staying in one place for too long in case he got cornered. 

“You don’t I get that?! You’re not the only one who has people they care about more than themselves!” 

Flashes of his adopted younger brother momentarily distracted him and a bone hit him in the side, knocking the wind out of him for a moment. He launched his own set of attacks, keeping the pattern random to try and catch Ruben off guard. He kept firing his gun, noticing the one that hit didn’t seem to hinder him but knew that enough bullets could take down even the most resilient fighters. 

Hopping up on a second blaster he rose up towards the rafters and snarled, trying to shake lingering memories of Dew from his mind. “None of us got this easy pal! No one in our line of work started because they wanted to!”

[tenderribcage]

040 for violent starters -gastersnas

* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERSSend me a NUMBER for your muse to :

040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.

The harsh slam of the cold, concrete floor came as a wash of reality to the large skeleton, his eyes half lulled open, fuzzy and fading fast. What was happening? Why had he just fallen in the middle of the street? Carefully, he began to try and push his large, lumbering body from the ground. Two hands planted firmly against the ground began to shove and push, but unluckily, the large skeleton instead rolled onto his back, his breathing harsh. Thats when he felt it, a prick to his side- a hand rushing to grab at the tube jabbed into his ecto-skin. As soon as he gripped it, he tore it from his body, growling as he dizzily looked over the poison dart. With a thrust, the dart flew from his hand to the nearby wall, and he rushed to get back to his feet. OF course- Someone trying to assassinate him… Where was his brother in times like these. Dizzily, the skeleton fumbled to grab at the wall, his breathing harsh as cold puffs of air fluttered into the sky from his shuttering lungs. “Ok– Ok big guy- Easy steps.” He hissed out, carefully stumbling along the dirty street corner. Thankfully, due to how large he was, the poison didnt exactly do much to him- other than knock the ex-mafia member out cold only a block down the street. He was free game. 

[tenderribcage]

Ruben laughed, that baritone voice booming the in the empty room, and those once red light filled eyes a dark, eery black. “Youre pathetic.” He barked, fazing out past a few bullets, but one barely grazed his cheek, and his hand went to meet it, gasping. “Look what youve done! Pa’s gonna be bitter bout any blood I get on m’self~” He chortled.  The large man was fast– eerily fast- his movements sudden and sharp as he slashed his knife at the other, and as he finally stopped, as if he were to take a breath, his shoulders slacked, and that grin turned deathly wide.  “You messed with the wrong family~”  The whole room seemed to crash around them, air thick and hot as Ruben’s left eye shot a violent red, twisting with yellow and a tinge of blue. He was active– fully- as if the drug had little to no affect on him anymore. He was getting payback. NO one messed with him. Within a flash of a second, a looming, enormous shadow rose above him, and there hovered a wild eyed gaster blaster, maw sneered and teeth jagged. 

[gastersnas]

Shit. Not only was this guy more powerful than he’d thought, he was also fucking insane. Great. Just his luck.

“Pathetic, huh? If I recall you were in the mafia once. We’re not that different.” He managed to dodge and weave out of the way of the knife by maintaining his distance and fired his gun at Ruben until the clip was empty. Of course it was. “Just trying to make ends meet, pop. I’m not the one who wants ya killed so badly.” 

His gaze flicked up when he saw something appear and quickly summoned three of his own blasters. Ruben wanted to go all out? Fine, he’d happily oblige. He tossed his empty gun to the side and pulled out a second firearm from a side holster. He fired one of his blasters and Ruben’s to try and distract him while he slipped a thin throwing knife from his sleeve into his hand and threw it with incredible accuracy. 

[tenderribcage]

040 for violent starters -gastersnas

* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERSSend me a NUMBER for your muse to :

040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.

The harsh slam of the cold, concrete floor came as a wash of reality to the large skeleton, his eyes half lulled open, fuzzy and fading fast. What was happening? Why had he just fallen in the middle of the street? Carefully, he began to try and push his large, lumbering body from the ground. Two hands planted firmly against the ground began to shove and push, but unluckily, the large skeleton instead rolled onto his back, his breathing harsh. Thats when he felt it, a prick to his side- a hand rushing to grab at the tube jabbed into his ecto-skin. As soon as he gripped it, he tore it from his body, growling as he dizzily looked over the poison dart. With a thrust, the dart flew from his hand to the nearby wall, and he rushed to get back to his feet. OF course- Someone trying to assassinate him… Where was his brother in times like these. Dizzily, the skeleton fumbled to grab at the wall, his breathing harsh as cold puffs of air fluttered into the sky from his shuttering lungs. “Ok– Ok big guy- Easy steps.” He hissed out, carefully stumbling along the dirty street corner. Thankfully, due to how large he was, the poison didnt exactly do much to him- other than knock the ex-mafia member out cold only a block down the street. He was free game. 

[tenderribcage]

Ruben grinned, sockets shutting another moment. “Ey, it was a good guess.” he chuckled, shrugging his shoulders, watching the others feet as he peered towards the half ajar back door, the cold, rainy outside aching and promising the production of rain. He knew he couldnt go out there and last, so instead, he worked on his plan.  As the gun was pointed in his direction, the big fellow leaned back, leaning his head to one side and letting his expression fall only a moment. “I’m an old guy, remember? We aint fast on our feet.” His hands gripped at his own ankle, and from beneath his sock, he produced a switch blade. He didnt move much- not obvious as to what he was about to do- the better to catch the other off guard.  But in that instant, his form fazed, and instead of his position there on the floor, bound and ready for the slaughter, he appeared behind the assassin, his ropes cut, and in his hand he flashed the flip blade. “Oh wait…maybe were faster than I thought~!”  His sockets went black, and with one hand, he flipped the blade about fancily until he grasped the handle tightly, and lurched to attack. 

[gastersnas]

As Ruben leaned away from his weapon and tilted his head he got a gut feeling that something was wrong. He didn’t have time to ponder it, however, before Ruben vanished and appeared behind him. He cursed and spun around, just in time to see the large monster lunge towards him with a knife in hand. He spun to the side, the blade grazing his upper forearm in the process, and raised his weapon. 

“Couldn’t make this easy on me, could you?” He growled and aimed, firing a few shots at the other. “What are you trying to accomplish here, huh? You brought a knife to a gun fight pal.” 

He wasn’t sure if the drug had worn off enough yet that Ruben would be able to use his magic at full force, but he wasn’t keen to find out. He leapt back a few steps to try and get out of arm’s reach and fired again. At least if he didn’t hit the other it’d force him to be on the defensive. 

[tenderribcage]

040 for violent starters -gastersnas

* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERSSend me a NUMBER for your muse to :

040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.

The harsh slam of the cold, concrete floor came as a wash of reality to the large skeleton, his eyes half lulled open, fuzzy and fading fast. What was happening? Why had he just fallen in the middle of the street? Carefully, he began to try and push his large, lumbering body from the ground. Two hands planted firmly against the ground began to shove and push, but unluckily, the large skeleton instead rolled onto his back, his breathing harsh. Thats when he felt it, a prick to his side- a hand rushing to grab at the tube jabbed into his ecto-skin. As soon as he gripped it, he tore it from his body, growling as he dizzily looked over the poison dart. With a thrust, the dart flew from his hand to the nearby wall, and he rushed to get back to his feet. OF course- Someone trying to assassinate him… Where was his brother in times like these. Dizzily, the skeleton fumbled to grab at the wall, his breathing harsh as cold puffs of air fluttered into the sky from his shuttering lungs. “Ok– Ok big guy- Easy steps.” He hissed out, carefully stumbling along the dirty street corner. Thankfully, due to how large he was, the poison didnt exactly do much to him- other than knock the ex-mafia member out cold only a block down the street. He was free game. 

[tenderribcage]

Ruben rolled his eyes, waiting until the other was done tying his wrists to finally sit back on his feet, kneeling where he was. He didnt move, just watched the other walk about looking up to the rafters, but in those deep red eyes, there was a plot brewing. “Yeah? Funny, wasnt one to let someone kick one out. Be pretty cool to get a nice gold piece.”  He hummed, his sockets shutting as he smirked, one just barely keeping open as he watched the other make his way away. Hands began to twist behind him, just barely so that the other wouldnt notice him working on his escape.  “you from some weird ass timeline? Never seen a fucker like you before.” He swore, just a moment, a tongue peering from his teeth to lap at the drool that had formed from the medication he was placed under. “Let me gueeesss…Swap– nah not cute enough.” He murmured.  In an instant, he felt the metal of some object he had hidden, and smirked, quickly moving his hands away from his ankles in an instant.  It was so well hidden, he had it in the bag now. 

[gastersnas]

“Didn’t peg you as someone who’d be careless enough to let someone else kick it out. Though maybe you’d knock it out yourself from tha way you face planted earlier.” He continued to make light conversation while he looked around a little more. He noticed that out the back there was a good sized river a few meters away. Perfect. 

When asked about his timeline he merely shrugged and made his way back to Ruben. “Yeah there’s not many of me around I’ve noticed. Makes it interesting to watch you guys try an’ guess what I am.” He’d get the big oaf up and walk him over to the river, that way any remains would get washed away without a trace and it’ll just look like Ruben walked out. “But no, not swap. Nice try though.”

He beckoned for Ruben to get up with the barrel of his gun. “Stand on up big boy. We’re moving.”

[tenderribcage]

040 for violent starters -gastersnas

* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERSSend me a NUMBER for your muse to :

040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.

The harsh slam of the cold, concrete floor came as a wash of reality to the large skeleton, his eyes half lulled open, fuzzy and fading fast. What was happening? Why had he just fallen in the middle of the street? Carefully, he began to try and push his large, lumbering body from the ground. Two hands planted firmly against the ground began to shove and push, but unluckily, the large skeleton instead rolled onto his back, his breathing harsh. Thats when he felt it, a prick to his side- a hand rushing to grab at the tube jabbed into his ecto-skin. As soon as he gripped it, he tore it from his body, growling as he dizzily looked over the poison dart. With a thrust, the dart flew from his hand to the nearby wall, and he rushed to get back to his feet. OF course- Someone trying to assassinate him… Where was his brother in times like these. Dizzily, the skeleton fumbled to grab at the wall, his breathing harsh as cold puffs of air fluttered into the sky from his shuttering lungs. “Ok– Ok big guy- Easy steps.” He hissed out, carefully stumbling along the dirty street corner. Thankfully, due to how large he was, the poison didnt exactly do much to him- other than knock the ex-mafia member out cold only a block down the street. He was free game. 

[tenderribcage]

Ruben doesnt move a moment, trying his hardest to recuperate from the sudden drop to the harsh concrete, his eyes shut tight and teeth grit only a moment. They flashed open, and he glared up at the other. He wasnt in the position to be able to fight right now- his body trying desperately to squeeze the poison rushing through his veins  So, slowly- carefully, the large skeleton started to shift.  “Aight- I’m goin ya dumb ass.” he growls through his teeth, as if the whole ordeal was some chore the elder would be done with soon enough. “Make sure ya dont put em on too tight, I got arthritis.” He snickered.  Finally, the big skeleton got to his knees, and pulled his hands behind his back, not yet looking behind him. He was acting complacent, but something was brewing in his skull, plans- schemes. He knew he could take that scrawny fucker out, he just had to figure out how.  “What are ya waitin for? The tooth fairy?” 

[gastersnas]

He let out a deep chuckle at Ruben’s retort, moving around the back of his captive to start tying his wrists together. “Don’t think I’m gonna get all lax on ya here just cause you’re an old timer. Wouldn’t be a very good assassin that way.”

He kept his gun close by him as he took out the rope and began wrapping it around his wrists, tying a few intricate series of knots to keep it tight. He wasn’t about to underestimate Ruben just cause he was bigger and older than him, he knew the other was a former member of the mafia. He’d be damned if he met his end by underestimating someone by how they appeared.

“Heh, tha tooth fairy huh? Nah. Though don’t you fell types usually one of them? No tacky gold tooth for you huh?” He finished the knots and got up, walking back around to Ruben’s front and started to examine the rafters, trying to think of a way to make the death look accidental.

[tenderribcage]

040 for violent starters -gastersnas

* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERSSend me a NUMBER for your muse to :

040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.

The harsh slam of the cold, concrete floor came as a wash of reality to the large skeleton, his eyes half lulled open, fuzzy and fading fast. What was happening? Why had he just fallen in the middle of the street? Carefully, he began to try and push his large, lumbering body from the ground. Two hands planted firmly against the ground began to shove and push, but unluckily, the large skeleton instead rolled onto his back, his breathing harsh. Thats when he felt it, a prick to his side- a hand rushing to grab at the tube jabbed into his ecto-skin. As soon as he gripped it, he tore it from his body, growling as he dizzily looked over the poison dart. With a thrust, the dart flew from his hand to the nearby wall, and he rushed to get back to his feet. OF course- Someone trying to assassinate him… Where was his brother in times like these. Dizzily, the skeleton fumbled to grab at the wall, his breathing harsh as cold puffs of air fluttered into the sky from his shuttering lungs. “Ok– Ok big guy- Easy steps.” He hissed out, carefully stumbling along the dirty street corner. Thankfully, due to how large he was, the poison didnt exactly do much to him- other than knock the ex-mafia member out cold only a block down the street. He was free game. 

[gastersnas]

Haze grinned to himself as he watched Ruben fall to the ground through a pair of binoculars. Bullseye. Only…the large skeleton was getting back up again. “Shit. Dosage must not have been enough. Fucking fat bastard.” He needed to think on his feet, his employer wouldn’t be pleased if he failed this mission.

He tried to keep an eye on his target as he climbed down the fire escape of the apartment building he’d been perched on and seamlessly blended into the small crowd of people on the streets. He kept his head low and hid his face with a ‘borrowed’ hat from a passerby as he followed his stumbling mark nearly a block.

Finally, Ruben passed out and he crossed the street quickly to make his way to the other. This was gonna be tricky. His employer didn’t want it to be an obvious or messy kill so shooting him directly was out, that’s why he’d opted for poison initially. He couldn’t very well do anything here in the open where there were so many witnesses. So instead he needed to take Ruben somewhere secluded and possibly stage a death that looked accidental. Nodding to himself as he decided on his plan he used his magic to help pick the oaf up and started taking back alleys to an empty warehouse he knew about a few blocks from here. Thankfully he always brought some steady rope with him so he could tie the other up in case he did wake up before the job was done.

[tenderribcage]

The whole world seemed to be spinning as soon as he slammed into the ground once again, his breathing harsh as he listened to the steps coming closer. He couldnt stay here- he had to move. Fast. But as soon as he felt the magic gripping his soul, his vision faded, and he fell utterly limp. Not many were paying much attention, their business becoming more of an issue then the fallen victim of the looming gastersans.  Monsters didnt concern anyone but monsters. Ruben began to regain his sight once again, as they entered the warehouse, he began to place his thoughts back in order. He needed to come up with a plan- something to stop this idiot dragging him along and ruining his suit. He needed to get back home to his babies- he wasnt prepared to go down without a fight…rather, not right away. A groan slipped from him as he was being dragged a bit further into the dirty, empty warehouse, waking far before the other could harm him.  “Fuck— b-…bhh– bastard cant even fill a dart right–” He hissed in an insult to the other. 

[gastersnas]

Haze glared down at Ruben as he spoke, giving him a mirthless smirk. “Oh I can certainly fill a dart, there’s just been a change in plans is all. Not sure if you really wanna go down the path of challenging what I can do.”

He got to the middle of the wharehouse and dropped Ruben to the concrete floor, taking out a pistol from inside his coat to aim between his hostages eyes. “So here’s the deal old man. You cooperate, and everyone leaves happy. Simple as that. Now put your hands behind your back so I can tie them up.”

Of course if everything went smoothly Ruben wouldn’t be leaving at all, but Haze wasn’t about to tell him that. If Ruben would cooperate though this would all go much quicker and he could get back home at a decent time.

[forgivemeimmafloof]

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[tenderribcage]

040 for violent starters -gastersnas

* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERSSend me a NUMBER for your muse to :

040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.

The harsh slam of the cold, concrete floor came as a wash of reality to the large skeleton, his eyes half lulled open, fuzzy and fading fast. What was happening? Why had he just fallen in the middle of the street? Carefully, he began to try and push his large, lumbering body from the ground. Two hands planted firmly against the ground began to shove and push, but unluckily, the large skeleton instead rolled onto his back, his breathing harsh. Thats when he felt it, a prick to his side- a hand rushing to grab at the tube jabbed into his ecto-skin. As soon as he gripped it, he tore it from his body, growling as he dizzily looked over the poison dart. With a thrust, the dart flew from his hand to the nearby wall, and he rushed to get back to his feet. OF course- Someone trying to assassinate him… Where was his brother in times like these. Dizzily, the skeleton fumbled to grab at the wall, his breathing harsh as cold puffs of air fluttered into the sky from his shuttering lungs. “Ok– Ok big guy- Easy steps.” He hissed out, carefully stumbling along the dirty street corner. Thankfully, due to how large he was, the poison didnt exactly do much to him- other than knock the ex-mafia member out cold only a block down the street. He was free game. 

[gastersnas]

Haze grinned to himself as he watched Ruben fall to the ground through a pair of binoculars. Bullseye. Only...the large skeleton was getting back up again. “Shit. Dosage must not have been enough. Fucking fat bastard.” He needed to think on his feet, his employer wouldn’t be pleased if he failed this mission.

He tried to keep an eye on his target as he climbed down the fire escape of the apartment building he’d been perched on and seamlessly blended into the small crowd of people on the streets. He kept his head low and hid his face with a ‘borrowed’ hat from a passerby as he followed his stumbling mark nearly a block.

Finally, Ruben passed out and he crossed the street quickly to make his way to the other. This was gonna be tricky. His employer didn’t want it to be an obvious or messy kill so shooting him directly was out, that’s why he’d opted for poison initially. He couldn’t very well do anything here in the open where there were so many witnesses. So instead he needed to take Ruben somewhere secluded and possibly stage a death that looked accidental. Nodding to himself as he decided on his plan he used his magic to help pick the oaf up and started taking back alleys to an empty warehouse he knew about a few blocks from here. Thankfully he always brought some steady rope with him so he could tie the other up in case he did wake up before the job was done.

[azraeltree]

Haze is next to Broker in a second, wrapping his arms around his waist and kissed the crook of his neck hungrily. "Hey sweetheart. Its been too long. Far too long." -gastersnas

Broker tensed for a moment at the abrupt feeling of arms wrapping around them, before they quickly recognised just who said arms belonged to. They chuckled and leaned into their lover, their fiancé (and wasn’t that a thought), making a faint approving sound at the kiss to their neck. 

“Hello, Haze…Mmh…I agree with you there.” It really had been too long…Their body seemed all too ready to simply melt against Haze. 

@gastersnas

[azraeltreerp]

gastersnas:

He smirked and let his hands roam down to Brokers hips, holding them tight against him as he hummed into the kiss. “Mmmmm. I think it’s about damn time I spend quite a few days and nights with my fiancé. You’re not getting away from me again so quickly.”

He moved his kisses down to their neck and clavicle, chuckling at their comment. “No you gave me one, but apparently it had been a number that you threw out weeks before you gave it to me. And you wonder why I thought you might’ve been getting cold feet.”

The touches over their hips combined with the kisses earned a shiver. They’d noticed that they tended to react more to Haze’s touch than to other peoples’, despite how familiar the two of them were with each other. As soppy as it sounded, they liked to believe it was because this contact actually mattered to them, rather than being for the simple purpose of a little pleasure, or to close a deal. 

“Gettin’ away from you is the last thing that I want, believe me.” They grinned as they slipped their hands under Haze’s clothes, simply resting against his lower spine and the curve of his pelvis. “I’ll give you the number to my personal phone; it’s one that I don’t throw out, so you’ll be able to contact me any time you like.” They’d honestly meant to give it to him a while back, but…they just forgot. As excellent as their memory was, the amount of information passing through their mind at any given time did lend to some mistakes. 

[gastersnas]

Broker slipping their hands under his shirt to touch his spine and hips earned them a soft, deep moan. Fuck he'd missed their touches. He nibbled at the exposed part of their neck and gently rolled his hips forward teasingly.

"Your personal phone? You have one of those?!" He pulled back just slightly with an offended gasp, trying and failing to look upset at Broker. "We're literally engaged and you still haven't given me your number?! Oh that's just mean." He smirked and slipped his hands into the back pockets of Broker's pants to fondle their pelvis a little through the fabric. "You're lucky I like the bad boys~"

[azraeltree]

Haze is next to Broker in a second, wrapping his arms around his waist and kissed the crook of his neck hungrily. "Hey sweetheart. Its been too long. Far too long." -gastersnas

Broker tensed for a moment at the abrupt feeling of arms wrapping around them, before they quickly recognised just who said arms belonged to. They chuckled and leaned into their lover, their fiancé (and wasn’t that a thought), making a faint approving sound at the kiss to their neck. 

“Hello, Haze…Mmh…I agree with you there.” It really had been too long…Their body seemed all too ready to simply melt against Haze. 

@gastersnas

[azraeltreerp]

gastersnas:

“Mmmm. Hectic huh? Why didn’t you call me and let me know? I would’ve come to help. You know I’m a good stress reliever too~” He purred as they turned around to hold him in return which he greatly appreciated. He pressed a sweet kiss to their teeth, savoring the moment and caressing their cheek.

He really had missed them. A lot more than he was willing to admit to anyone in fear of it being seen as a weakness. Honestly, it was more of a strength if you asked him. Broker could take care of themself better than he could, and by going after one of them you’re going after both.

His expression turned a bit softer and more sincere, a side that only Broker had seen in a very long time. “…Thought you might be getting cold feet about the whole marriage thing. Can’t blame a guy for getting a little paranoid.”

They couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, eye sockets closing for a moment to enjoy the contact. It was only a simple press of their teeth, but…it was Haze. And they really had missed the other skeleton’s company, even if they’d often been too caught up in their workload to pause to think about much else. 

Broker snorted softly and looked back up at him. “The best stress reliever.” 

At his softening expression and insecure words, they reached up to cup his cheek in return, thumb brushing softly over the bone. “There’s been no cold feet on my part, I promise. I suppose I’m just…still not used to being in a relationship, to having someone so important to me…and being important to him, too.” They gave an apologetic smile. “I’ll be sure to call you in the future. And, you know that you’re always welcome at my side - I’d never turn you away.” 

[gastersnas]

He scoffs lightly, leaning into the touch to his face. “Not used to it huh? How long have we been together?” He teased. “But it’s a bit hard to come to your side when I never know where you are.” His voice was a bit more serious now and he sighed. “I know it’s better that I don’t always know where you are for safety but it does make it hard to meet up.”

He pulled them back in for another kiss, deepening it and savoring it for as long as he could. “I love you Broker. Fuck I love you too much.”

[azraeltreerp]

They gladly leaned into the kiss, enjoying every second of it and taking a moment to once again familiarise himself with the feeling. Hmm…The two of them would have to do a little more familiarising after being separated for so long…Not that they needed an excuse. 

Broker smiled up at him. “I love you too…I’ll be stayin’ at the main house for the foreseeable future, so you can visit me - or stay with me, if you prefer - whenever you feel like it.” Their smile turned a little wry. “Did I forget to give you a phone number?” Quite the oversight on their part…Then again, they had gone through a couple of different phones since they met Haze. 

[gastersnas]

He smirked and let his hands roam down to Brokers hips, holding them tight against him as he hummed into the kiss. "Mmmmm. I think it's about damn time I spend quite a few days and nights with my fiancé. You're not getting away from me again so quickly."

He moved his kisses down to their neck and clavicle, chuckling at their comment. "No you gave me one, but apparently it had been a number that you threw out weeks before you gave it to me. And you wonder why I thought you might've been getting cold feet."