GLORY AND GORE.

❝We are choking on halos that angels buried six feet under realization. the saddest one: we were never made to be holy.❞ Multmuse blog for lawlessfm. Current characters: Seon Haneul, Juliana Leòn, Kit Sharpe, Jade Molina, Link Adair, Liena Chen, Grey Laurier, Eve Nouvel

[gildcdglory]

GILDCDGLORY – a private, multimuse blog for lawlessfm

FEATURING –––

Dion Baldwin- Jazz Singer at The Godfather House/ Associate for Old Mafia House

Haneul Seon- CEO of Stoneage Industries/Underboss of Burning Gods

Yujin Sun- Owner/mechanic at Solar Mechanics/freelance vigilante

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@gildcdglory , yujin s.

He dislikes the smog,     the humidity that seems to dull his perception     —    the smell of must and deception is too strong around him.     Where are his dunes of snow and blood orange skies?         Where are his polyanthus fields and ocean breezes?        The son of the north,     the true north,     now walks towards the darker night.       The eternal death.        He’s surprised,    in all honesty,     that Yujin speaks to him    —      an occasional mechanic,   but a daughter of a dead man would carry weight even beyond the grave.      Finn leans against the front counter,    half-smile cocked,    like a worm pretending to be a caterpillar.    Always wanting to think there might be some transformation right around the corner.     “Are you doing well?    Sorry  [ … ]     I haven’t been checking in as much.    Busy days and all.”      His throat gets hollow,    he clears it as though he is preparing a speech for congress.    She could easily spot a liar’s tongue,   however,    and he angles his head slightly away from her.     Observes the glass window that looks into the garage.     “Can you take a look at my spinner? The ignition is all fucked.” 

[gildcdglory]

Yujin grew up in the walls of Solar Mechanics. The sight of damaged cars and the smell of gasoline reminded her of home, but it also reminded her of all she lost. Images of her father occasionally flashed through her mind as she watched over the store, and she could do nothing but remind herself that everything she did was for him--- taking on his legacy, searching for his killer, it was all done to avenge the man who raised her.

She wondered if her father had a similar impact on FINN FOX. She didn't know if the man knew him personally or if he was just a longstanding customer at their shop, but either way, she found herself curious. Would he judge her if he knew what she did once the shop lights turned off? Or would he help her in her crusade for justice? It was a question that lingered on her mind, but like the other times, she kept it tucked behind clenched teeth.

Instead, her attention shifted to his vehicle. Her head canted as she took a look at the issue, mind not processing his first question until she finished diagnosing the problem, ❝You have a faulty ignition coil. It needs to be replaced, but it shouldn't take too long.❞ She finally pulled her eyes away from the car and onto the man before her, quietly taking in his position. ❝I'm hanging in there.❞ She replied, before shifting the question away from herself. Her lip quirked upwards as she commented, ❝However, you look tired. Late nights at work?❞

[sikarius]

the   west executive boardroom   of   stoneage   industries   ⭑   *   12:00 hours ⸺ @gildcdglory, for haneul.

echoes   of   shouts   and   groans   bounced   from   wall   to   wall,   contrasted   with   the   current   silence   of   the   room.   kiran   grimaced   at   the   idea   that   he   was   actually   quite   excited   to   come   today.   a   meeting   of   only   the   top   of   the   burning   gods   food   chain   happened   often,   yes,   but   they'd   never   been   set   at   stoneage   industries.   

the   subject   of   the   meeting   caused   the   uproar.   as   a   group   they   were   careful,   you   had   to   be   in   white   collar   crime.   and   admittedly,   kiran   hadn't   reached   that   expectation.   he   liked   throwing   his   money   at   things,   sometimes   not   even   bothering   to   check   if   the   money   was   clean.   

they   had   taken   a   hard   stance.   kiran   was   to   stop   messing   around.   under   threat   of   death   was   implied.   so   now,   kiran   sat   silently,   knee   bouncing   up   and   down.   his   eyes   flicked   up   to   the   only   other   person   still   sitting   there.   haneul   seon.   finance.   it   was   only   so   fitting   that   he'd   be   apart   of   the   crusade   to   stop   kiran's   patronage   of   the   arts.

"i   suppose   you're   enjoying   this."   he   said   bitterly.   "and   here   i   thought   we   were   meant   to   support   the   culture   of   the   city   we   live   in."

[gildcdglory]

Haneul knew the irony of his situation. He's a CEO who is a member of a group determined to take down the very businesses he works with daily. The position could've caused some individuals to duck their heads and avoid getting the blood of their companions on their hands, but Haneul had never been the sentimental type. As far as he was concerned, everything that wasn't run by a Burning Gods member could catch fire and he wouldn't blink an eye.

But it appeared not everyone remained as detached from the situation. KIRAN ARATI was practically pouting next to him as they discussed his recent spending and the benefits of enjoying the culture of the city. It almost brought an amused look to Haneul's face--- a rare feat for the coldhearted CEO.

❝I always enjoy seeing you get in trouble.❞ He mused, watching his companion closely. Haneul had never been a fan of sharing, so when it came to sharing the title of underboss, he felt nothing but a desperate need to be better than his counterpart. Call it a reflex from his childhood spent chasing around his brother's sunlight, but he wouldn't make the same mistake twice. ❝If you want to support the arts, go sleep with some out-of-work performers. Don't risk leaving a money trail just because you want to pretend to be sophisticated for an evening.❞

[dramaism]

Stop acting out and stay low unless you want to die on the streets.

MY NAME (2021)

[gildcdglory]

APPLICATION.

*     ◟    :    〔   corteon moore ,      demi man    +   he/they    〕      dion baldwin ,      some say you’re a    twenty-five-year-old lost soul among the neon lights.      known for being both charismatic & dishonest,  one can’t help but think of price of fame by michael jackson  when you walk by.    are you still a jazz singer  at  the godfather house of blues / associate at Old Mafia House,  even with your reputation as the icarus?   i think we’ll be seeing more of you and flashing a charming smile at eager paparazzi, nervous eyes watching the crowd before the music begins, hands shaking at the thought of your secret being revealed, although we can’t help but think of frank sinatra (real life), shy baldwin (marvelous mrs maisel) and paolo valisari (lizzie mcguire movie) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.      (alyx, 25, she/her, est)

FILE.

full name: dion baldwin

age: twenty-five

gender / pronouns: demi man, he/they

orientation: bisexual

affiliation: associate for old mafia house

occupation: jazz singer at the godfather house of blues

family: sean baldwin (father, alive), margaret baldwin (mother, alive), UTP baldwin (brother, alive)

faceclaim: corteon moore

inspiration: frank sinatra (real life), shy baldwin (marvelous mrs. maisel), paolo valisari (lizzie mcguire movie)

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BIOGRAPHY.

Ever since you were a child, you dreamed of being in the spotlight. The youngest child of two, you were always craving the attention of those around you. Your parents found your antics to be endearing, often shifting their attention away from your brother and onto you the moment you asked for it. Your brother didn't seem to mind, for he was often the type to hide in the background and not intentionally draw attention to himself. It became a bit of a dance between you too--- he lured their parents' attention away from you for a split second, and you tried to one-up him in order to get it back. Eventually, he gave up and allowed you to take center stage in your parents' lives.

Though you had the personality and presence built for the stage, you found your voice lacking any musical quality. It frustrated you to no end, but no matter how many voice lessons you took, your voice was nothing more than mediocre. Your brother, on the other hand, had the voice of an angel. You were envious of his talent, longed to take it for yourself and secure your legacy amongst the greatest performers in history, so you crafted a plan to do just that.

Though your brother had all the vocal talent, he had no desire to get on stage and showcase his voice to the world. You stepped in with a plan to please you both. Your brother would record himself singing, and you would act it out on stage and pretend it's your voice. In exchange for his gift, you'd offer him the role of your manager and allow him free reign to control your career, job opportunities, and over half of his paycheck.

The plan seemed outrageous, but for some reason, it worked like a charm. You went from a desperate kid to a famous singer overnight. One performance at the Old World Casino launched you into a household name, and you found yourself performing at packed concert venues and dodging fans after every show. You built yourself up to be this infallible figure, a creature larger than life itself, but you failed to realize that once you reach the top, there's nowhere to go but down.

You agreed to do a couple of performances at The Godfather, but after your second show, you were stopped by a member of the audience. The individual revealed that they knew your secret, and that in order to keep it hidden, you'd have to join Old Mafia House, perform at The Godfather, and give most of your earnings to them.

You knew you should've ignored their threat, but the fear of losing your spotlight led you to accept their terms. Now, you're bound to The Godfather, where you perform every other night. You feel like someone's puppet, but you're unsure of how to cut your strings and let yourself escape the hand you've been dealt.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

The Old Mafia House member who blackmailed him into joining the mob

His brother/manager who is secretly the voice behind the brand

Journalist who is suspicious about his voice

Fans of his performances

Ex-girlfriends/boyfriends/flings

childhood friends

childhood enemies

Anything and everything!

[gildcdglory]

APPLICATION.

*     ◟    :    〔   lee soo-hyuk  , cis man    +   he/him    〕      haneul seon,  some say you’re a thirty-seven-year-old lost soul among the neon lights. known for being ambitious and cold-hearted,  one can’t help but think of the devil is a gentleman by merci raines when you walk by. are you still an underboss at burning gods and CEO of Stoneage Industries, even with your reputation as the poisoned prince? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and the dried remnants of blood on your otherwise pristine suit, a face half-shrouded in shadows, the feeling of rot slowly destroying you from the inside, although we can’t help but think of vicious from cowboy bebop, light yagami from death note and lex luthor from superman when we see you down these rainy streets.      (  alyx, 25, she/her, est )

FILE.

full name: haneul seon

age: thirty-seven

gender / pronouns: cis man, he/him

orientation: bisexual

affiliation: underboss for the burning gods

occupation: CEO of stoneage industries

family: seon won-shik (father, alive) , seon min-ji (step mother, alive), choi hana (birth mother, presumed deceased), seon hyeon (older half-brother, alive)

faceclaim: lee soo-hyuk

inspiration: vicious (cowboy bebop), light yagami (death note), lex luthor (superman)

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BIOGRAPHY.

NEGLECT TW

You were unwanted from your first breath. Born of an affair between your father and his assistant, your presence was never anything more than a stain on the Seon family’s otherwise pristine legacy. if your mother had gone quietly and accepted the hush money offered to her, maybe you would’ve lived a life without the Seon household, but your mother was never the type to idly by and allow fate to take its course. No, she demanded acknowledgment of her son, and after a drawn-out legal battle, the acknowledgment was what you received. It didn’t matter that your mother was never seen again, or that you never asked for this spotlight. No, you were officially a Seon, so clearly you must be grateful for the luxuries now at your fingertips.

Being the son of a financial services CEO meant you were gifted with the best tutors and education money could buy, but the role of bastard meant you missed out on the love a son was meant to receive from his father. No matter how hard you studied or how many extracurriculars you signed up for, your family never praised or acknowledged your success. All the attention went to your older brother Hyeon, even if he was nothing more than a mediocre version of you. Still, you held onto the delusion that, one day, your success would be recognized by those around you.

The opportunity came a few years after you graduated from university. Your father announced that he was going to select an heir to eventually take over the family company. The competition would be between you and your brother, and for once, you truly began to believe you had a shot at beating your brother. You were always good at finances, and after lurking in the shadows for so many years, you were able to pick up on “trade secrets” that others would’ve missed. You knew you would make a better CEO than your brother, but there was a small part of you that had doubts. After years of being ignored, was your father finally opening up to the possibility of you? Or was this another way to remind you of your true place in the family?

You wished you were surprised when you discovered your father had never truly considered making anyone other than Hyeon the CEO, but the rejection still stung The realization that all of your hard work was pointless began to eat away at you, but luckily, you found a mentor in Damon Stone. The man saw the potential that your father ignored, and he took you under his wing and built you into someone worthy of the title of CEO. When it came time for him to retire and pass on his legacy, he overlooked his own children and awarded you the title instead--- an honor that you're sure pissed off your father, even if it had been his own failures that led you to someone else's company.

Your work with Stoneage Industries, both before your promotion to CEO and afterward, had caught the attention of the Burning Gods. You never intended to go down the path of corruption, but once the Burning Gods approached you with an offer to join their team, you couldn’t resist fading into the shadows of the underworld. As you worked your way up the ranks, your ambition not only came back— it grew more twisted. You became more invested in white-collar crimes and found yourself on a mission to destroy your family’s corporation and similar entities. Why should they continue to thrive after all the neglect they offered you? It was only right that they suffered the same pain you felt all those years. Only time will tell if you complete your quest for justice, or if you end up becoming even more corrupt than the entities you decided to target.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

Children of Damon Stone who are pissed Haneul got the CEO position

Ex-fiance

Assassins sent to murder Haneul

Disgruntled ex-Stoneage employee who wants to get revenge on Haneul (could also work for a defective host w/ a grudge against Stoneage)

Potential recruits for Burning Gods

Childhood enemies

Childhood friend

Rival mobs looking to poach Haneul or team up w/ Burning Gods

Anything and everything!

[gildcdglory]

APPLICATION.

*     ◟    :    〔   im jinah ,      cis woman    +   she/her    〕      yujin sun ,      some say you’re a    thirty-two-year-old lost soul among the neon lights.      known for being both determined & vengeful,  one can’t help but think of castle by halsey  when you walk by.    are you still an owner/mechanic at solar mechanics,     even with your reputation as the wraith?     i think we’ll be seeing more of you and scraped knees and bleeding knuckles, the scent of gasoline embedded into your skin, a venus flytrap closing around its prey,  although we can’t help but think of linh cinder (the lunar chronicles), mikasa ackerman (attack on titan), yoon jiwoo (my name)  whenever we see you down these rainy streets.      (alyx, 25, she/her, est)

FILE.

full name: yujin sun

age: thirty-two

gender / pronouns: cis woman

orientation: bisexual

occupation: freelance vigilante and owner/mechanic of solar mechanics

family: chi-won sun (father, deceased), so-yi sun (mother, deceased)

faceclaim: im jinah

inspiration: linh cinder (lunar chronicles), yoon jiwoo (my name), mikasa ackerman (attack on titan),

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BIOGRAPHY.

DEATH TW, MURDER TW

You came into the world like a wildfire— unsuspecting, quick and deadly. The moment you took your first breath, your mother took her last. This instance, though tragic, led you to form a deep bond with your father. It became you and him against the world in a single moment, and that mentality grew as you became older.

You were five when you and your father moved to New York. Your father had wanted to get a fresh start, to abandon the home that contained your mother’s memories and lingering essence, and you trailed after him like always. He wasn’t rich by any means, but he saved enough money to open up SOLAR MECHANICS, a family-owned mechanics shop that would later double as a temporary repair shop/safe haven for defective replicants.

You spent your childhood running around the shop and observing the way your father repaired all sorts of vehicles and replicants. Your father often told you that you’d inherit the shop once he was gone, and that knowledge helped enhance your natural curiosity. When you became old enough, you began working as an apprentice under your father’s tutelage. You picked up the tricks of the trade through his steady teaching, and you found yourself in love with the art of repairing items. You thought you’d be content with this life, that your father and your family’s shop was everything you needed, but then tragedy struck four years ago and it shifted your life trajectory forever.

You were helping your father close up one night when the two of you heard a crashing sound from outside the shop. Your father told you to hide while he checked it out, and though you protested the order, you found yourself ducking behind one of the cars you were set to repair. You had hoped that the noise was just a stray animal looking for food, but when a gunshot echoed across the empty shop, you realized it was more serious than you imagined. You raced out of your hiding spot, but it was too late. Your father was dying before you, and all you saw was a glimpse of the intruder as they ran away into the night.

The shop felt empty without your dad— like the soul and life of the place disappeared the moment he drew his last breath. The night replayed in your mind for months as you settled into your role as owner, but even as time went on and business continued to grow, the desire for answers and revenge settled in your heart. This need for vengeance led you to become a vigilante in an attempt to find the person who murdered your father.

During your time as a vigilante, you became more informed about the various underground organizations that occupied New York. One organization, THE WHITE WRAITHS, stood out to you the most. You didn’t know why, but you felt like they were connected to your father’s death. You paid extra attention to any news related to the organization, sabotaged any firearm shipments you caught wind of, and worked to identify the different members in the hopes of uncovering your father’s killer. You became known as the masked vigilante WRAITH— a shadow who looms over The White Wraith's operations and puts a stop to their deeds. Though you’ve hindered the mob, your attempt to find your father’s murderer hasn’t worked so far, but you refuse to give up. You’ll find your father’s killer and avenge your family name, or you’ll die trying.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

The person who killed Yujin's father

Members of The White Wraiths whom Yujin is investigating

People who suspect that Yujin is Wraith/ people who have been helped by Wraith in the past and are determined to uncover their masked hero

Government officials who are investigating Wraith/want to recruit her to their side

Mobs (other than The White Wraiths) who want to recruit Yujin to their side

People who knew Yujin’s father back in the day

Defective replicants who frequent Solar Mechanics

Other customers who frequent Solar Mechanics

Childhood friends

Exes/old flings

Anything and everything truly

[taiturner]

Corteon Moore as ELLIS STEVENS in FROM, 1x01 "Long Day's Journey Into Night"

[lovemyself]

nana x studio nicholson for 'eyes magazine' (2024)

[xiaolanhua]

LEE SOO HYUK as PARK JOONG-GIL Tomorrow (2022) – Ep. 11

[anhedcnias]

・   ✦   ・𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐂𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐒 /   *    (  open starter  for lawlessevent003 )

@ 𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒

Shattered shards of what used to be a secure lock and a now-busted garage door greeted Bit upon his return to the motorcycle haven that bore his mark. The visceral sight of a formidable wall of customized motorcycles, meticulously crafted to suit the preferences of their original owners, was an affirmation of the choices made in the dark embrace of the Purge. These gleaming machines, pristine and polished by his own hands were now in pieces, if not yet completely ripped from their spots. The concept of a street race outside the confines of The Burnout was an anomaly in the city's usual order, but the Purge, had rewritten the rules.

Bit, donned in a black bandana still damp with water—a makeshift shield against the noxious fumes—found himself enveloped in the lingering scent of gasoline and smoke. The aftermath of his handiwork, unfolded before him. Flames had been his brush, and chaos his canvas, but the aftermath left him reeling. He dismounted from his motorcycle, helmet tossed in fury, the metallic clatter punctuating the night. As Bit surveyed the destruction he had wrought, his emotions boiled beneath the surface, masked by the bandana that clung to his face. His mocha-hued eyes flickered with a blend of satisfaction and frustration. The rage of a man who witnessed the upheaval of his meticulously crafted domain surged within him.

"What the—" the exclamation muffled by the lingering fabric as Bit pulled the bandana from his mouth. His eyes widened, fueled by anger and disbelief as stolen bikes, now purring defiantly, paraded beneath the celestial tapestry. The tableau before him was an affront to his craftsmanship, an invasion of his sanctuary by opportunistic marauders. His jaw clenched, a potent mix of accusations and fury building within him.

"WHO DID THIS?" Bit bellowed, the words resonating with an intensity matching the roar of revving engines.

[gildcdglory]

Though Kit was fond of dreaming up unheard-of scenarios, the journalist never would've predicted a night of unpreceded chaos would erupt beneath her feet. The Purge felt like a journalist's dream, a never-ending story unfolding right before her eyes, but she remained focused on her initial goal: taking down the city's mobs. If she could use this chaos to get some intel on one of her targets, she'd be able to consider the night a success.

Of course, her snooping always came at a cost. She had meant to wander into the motorcycle shop for a few minutes, but the sight of an angry BIT MORI caused her to stay tucked in her corner. She told herself to stay out of sight and he'd eventually leave the area, but Kit had never been great at sneaking around. The moment she shifted a bit in an attempt to get more comfortable, she managed to knock over a motorcycle rim. The loud noise echoed across the shop, and Kit winced as she realized she had been caught.

She popped up from her corner, hands held up as she stared at the owner. She could play it two ways--- she could admit that she wandered into the shop to investigate the store's contents, or she could lie. She had a feeling the stranger wouldn't be too happy about her snooping, so she settled for the second option. ❝There were a bunch of guys who stormed in and stole your bikes. I wanted to stop them, but they outnumbered me.❞ She pouted a bit, trying to sell her story. ❝I was waiting until they were gone.❞   

[pro-royalty]

Ryan Destiny

[rhapsodiq]

when: 𝖠𝖬𝖨𝖣𝖲𝖳 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖮𝖲 | 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾 from: SIWOO, the fool to: EVE, the man-made god — ( @gildcdglory )

the facts: something shifted between them, and eve's ignoring him. at least, that's what siwoo has ended up with after many rounds of observations. he's so sure that if it was a science experiment, he would consider it a final result. at first, the scientist had thought it was just him finding gaps in places where there aren't, perhaps even taking things personally when there was absolutely no reason to do so. then, one thing came after another: they were no longer having lunches together at the office, and whenever siwoo texted them, there was either no reply or a very curt one. visiting their office room also yielded no results, since whenever he tried, they seemed to be in a meeting, or in the middle of a very important task. while gathering the information and analyzing it is a simple, clear-cut ordeal, the result leave him at odds with what to do. did he do something wrong ? did he miss an important date or mess up something so vital at work that it changed their perception of him ? either way, the thought squeezes something in his chest, and when he finally spots them at the investor event, he doesn't waste time before making his way to them. "hello, eve — how have you been?" not wanting to give them yet another opportunity to avoid him, he quickly adds. "can we talk? please?"

[gildcdglory]

When Eve was first created, they found themself drawn to human emotions. Maybe it was because they were programmed to replicate the way humans lived and worked, or maybe it was just fascination at the life that thrummed beneath their veins and how it was a stark contrast to their wires and mesh. No matter the reason, that fascination drew them to SIWOO KIM. They found themself hovering around the scientist, curious eyes examining his every move. They might've even considered him their first friend, but one day, something seemed to shift.

They couldn't place it at first, but something about the employee just felt... off. The emotions were still there, as were the conversations, but there was a certain spark that Eve lost. It felt like talking to a mirror, not a creature they wished to study. The feeling made them pull away, but they knew they couldn't hide from him forever.

They examined him as he approached them at the event. Their eyes shifted from him to the door, but a slight hesitation caused them to miss their window. Accepting that they couldn't sneak away, they settled for a sigh instead. ❝Fine, but you have five minutes.❞

[gildcdglory]

WHO: Jade Molina & Soraia Teixeira (@catchfir3z) WHERE: The Burnout

Jade was pissed. The one time they venture over to The Burnout ended up becoming an overnight stay. They didn't sign up for a camping trip, especially with the ragtag group they found themself in, but they knew they had no choice but to go along with the changed circumstances. After all, it's not like they could swim back to the city.

They figured they could at least work on scavenging for food, drinks, and valuables left behind by former visitors. It wasn't necessarily an altruist quest--- they had planned on keeping most of their findings for themself. It wasn't until they spotted SORAIA TEIXEIRA, one of their bosses, that they reluctantly decided they could share their future stash with someone else.

❝Looks like we're stuck together, Teixeira. It's your lucky day.❞ They called, making their way over to the underboss. Jade should've known she'd be here. After all, there's a reason this place hadn't gone to shambles within the first few minutes. ❝You want to search for some drinks? I bet you some of these street racers have flasks hidden around here.❞ 

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closed event starter for @gildcdglory , stoneage industries / ft. kaziya + eve.

the woman could feel her social battery draining as every second ticked on into the evening. she wouldnt be much for entertainment too much longer. sometimes she wished she too was hardwired to be more than herself. to keep going on and on. but, alas, she was just a human. and the more she spoke with the elites of stoneage the more she felt like a shell of herself. she needed a break. walking across the room to the bar cart she poured herself something strong to hopefully give herself the kick she needed. that's when she eyed eve, "i'm glad you're here." kaziya spoke honestly to the replicant. "i don't think i have it in me much longer to talk to these assholes." she said taking a long swig of her drink.

[gildcdglory]

Though Eve was programmed to impress investors and convince them to invest money into Stoneage's cause, they still felt their tolerance draining as the night went on. There were only so many times they could answer the same questions about replicants, or let them touch their hair or some other body part just to confirm replicants are truly humanity's lookalikes before they found themself wanting to leave. Still, they knew they had to stay put until their creators filed out of the room.

KAZIYA OKONKWO's sentiments caused their lip to quirk upward. They felt the same way as the CFO, but they knew better than to admit it out loud. Instead, they took a sip of their own drink before replying, ❝I'm impressed you managed to last this long. I feel like I've heard half of these men mansplaining what replicants are, and even then, they're almost always wrong.❞ They watched a group of investors, eyes staring straight ahead as they added, ❝Humans like that are so interesting. They act like they're the most important person alive, but in the end, they're all just flesh and bones.❞ Their eyes shifted to their companion, ❝strange, isn't it?❞   

[gildcdglory]

WHO: Link Adair & Lux Hernandez (@burninqhill) WHERE: The Godfather

When Link saw a big crowd forming outside, his immediate thought was that people were lining up to try his cocktail creations. He had thought he was getting better at making drinks (he hadn't mixed up tea and Long Island Iced Tea since the Halloween incident), and that the crowd was due to the hard work he put in. It wasn't until he spotted LUX HERNANDEZ with a bat that he began to wonder if the mob outside wasn't solely here for the drinks and ambiance provided by The Godfather.

Still, he hovered by the entrance just in case. He could hear pounding on the other side of the doors, and his eyes kept flicking between the entry and his boss. He was told he asked too many questions and that most of his inquiries should be placed in a box outside of Lux's door, but he figured there was no use in wandering upstairs when his boss was right in front of him. He paused a bit before asking, ❝Are you sure we can't let them in? They might be hungry or need to use the bathroom or something.❞ 

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WHO: Jade Molina & Nate Jackson (@wrvtchedhearts) WHERE: Ralph's Boxing Gym

Though Jade found comfort in fighting, they knew that wasn't always the case. They were once targeted for being weak, but where others may have learned to accept their fate, Jade fought against that viewpoint. They fought themself how to be better, they learned how to throw a punch and when to back away, and they told themself they'd become their own protector.

Perhaps Jade chose to tutor NATE JACKSON because they recognized their younger self in him. Perhaps they did it because they didn't like the thought of a white crocodiles member who didn't know how to beat someone up. Either way, they reluctantly accepted their new role.

❝Hope you prepared yourself, kid. I don't want to see you bail out after the first five minute. Fucking embarrass me.❞ Jade didn't know if the man was younger than them, but they chose to stick with the nickname. ❝Why don't you start with some laps around the gym. Get your heart racing and shit.❞