killer looks

This knife isn't for show Thought before you die, you'd want to know Hey, make sure to tell the devil I said hello *゜ﾟ･*☆ [ Room 1Q | corridor one ]

[wrathdriven]

your crude feelings are going to spoil this maiden's fair heart!

[wrathdriven]

     Was he in denial over the situation? Yes, yes he was.

     It was obvious with the two of them linked together, sadly, so of course she could feel the feeling screaming into her veins. It was her worst fear answered, this guy was a complete sissy when it came to accepting shit. Honestly, why was he so upset? He was the lucky one after all, super lucky actually. He, unlike everyone else here, had the opportunity to be in Kagura’s presence without gravelling for it. The Queen of Kabukicho was an important young lady after all, he’d just have to learn to understand that without being such a wimp.

     But no, he was off in a bolt after muttering some incoherent sentences to himself. She had to admit, the guy was quick, and watching him run up the drain pipe with the feeling of disbelief washing over her, (from him, she presumed) she had to sigh. Why would he go up the building when he could just run inside the building, why would he waste that energy? Her new partner was an idiot too. She was going to have to figure out if there was a partner exchange center somewhere, maybe she could get a better functioning one. One that didn’t run away when he was in shock, one that didn’t have such dirty thoughts, that’d be nice.

     Alas, he was still her partner and having him in that mindset would just depress her, so she quickly hopped up the drainpipe in record speed and threw one arm behind her back before pointing her umbrella at him with the other once they were both at the top of the building. Shaking her head, Kagura frowned a little before twirling the umbrella around a little. ❝Afro Man, why would I lie to you? Do you think that lying to random men with afros is something someone like me would like to do, aru? Do you think that I’m so cruel, Afro Man? You’re so mean, I’m just a sweet little girl. I wouldn’t lie, I have the pure soul of a saint, aru.❞

     And with that said, she touched her umbrella to the top of his head and smiled widely, nodding for one moment as if agreeing with a thought she just had. ❝Like I told you before, you thinking all this gross stuff is bad for my health, I could die a young lady and never experience the bustle and action of grown-up life, aru. You’d make my father cry, you know? He wouldn’t be happy if his precious daughter died because of some guy with an afro, aru. That said, if you keep thinking stuff like that, I’m just going to have to hit you until you stop. An excellent plan, huh, I thought so too.❞

     So, with introductory threats out of the way, Kagura smiled again and put her umbrella back down to her side where it belonged and swung on her heels. ❝Now that we’re at an understanding, I’ll tell you who I am and why you’re so lucky. You see, I’m Kagura, the Queen of Kabukicho, aru. It’s an honor only given to the best of the best, the mightest of women. See? Aren’t you lucky— oh right, who are you Afro man? ❞

[jestinghunter-blog]

    He can feel his own feelings of disbelief and denial mingle with foreign emotions of exasperation. Exasperation at the Afro man's pathetic mannerisms.

Nope. No, no, no. He refuses to be paired with a girl with the ego bigger than Bahamut itself with no physical characteristics to show. Maybe if the girl was a little older and a bit easier on the eyes, he could handle the situation, but, no, fate paired him with some weirdo little girl. 

He arrives at the roof of the building without breaking a sweat, and finds that the girl followed him at a similar speed. Now, he knows not only that he has to deal with an annoying and unappealing kid but a strong annoying and unappealing kid. 

The words uttered by the girl is met with an incredulous frown. "For a girl with a pure mind, you sure are violent. Extremely violent. We've been talking for maybe five minutes, and you're threatened me twice. Twice! Usually it takes like 10 minutes for me to get a single threat when I haven't done anything actually wrong," he says with some frustration and crosses his arms. He can tell the girl is being completely serious when she speaks and that makes him feel more frustration. It emphasizes the weirdo in her. 

But, since he's stuck with her apparently, he decides the best way to survive is to accept his situation. He's been in far worse troubles that actually involved life and death; a minor annoyance like this shouldn't affect him too much. Right?

"But, if you say you're the Queen of Kabullshit-- Kabukicho, pardon, then I'll feel absolutely honored. I've never been near royalty except when looting them. I'll be your very, very humble servant." His expression displays a sly smirk, but he knows its no use hiding his bitter sarcasm since they could feel each other's emotions. He takes a bow and speaks, "Favaro Leone at your service." 

The bow lasts only a few seconds before he stands straight again. "Do you want me to call you anything special? Queen Kagura? No, too formal. Kagrrra? Nah, you don't look too vicious. Kangaroo? Now that's a thought. Consider it!"

By the time he's finished speaking, he's scooted to the edge of the building, and he waves a little bit before dropping down backwards off the ledge. In a split second, he takes out his crossbow and fires an arrow with a rope attached to it so that the arrow pierces the side of the building. Using the rope, he swings to the building and crashes through a window on the third floor. He may have somewhat accepted her, but that doesn't mean he wants to actually deal with her too much. 

Property damage aside, though, the little escape looked pretty cool. 

[f-fth-deactivated20141112]

What…what the hell was that just now? The girl’s jaw clenched as a surge of frustrated rage ran through her. And then fear. Fear of being in a position she had been in before: a lab rat. Some sort of test subject for something apparently more valuable than her life.

Emotions that didn’t seem to be her own welled up as she sat in fearful thought, her teeth tugging at her bottom lip. Well…well, if this was a game, she would have to play by the rules. She would have to win. She always won, no matter what. Why should this time be any different? Fear gave way to a calm sense of confidence and she felt herself smile. Time wasn’t on her side; she would die soon. The severe migraines that came and went never stopped reminding her, but that was fine. It only meant that she had nothing to lose except for the people around her, and she wasn’t meant to trust them anyway. Not that she ever cared for bonding. In any case, she thought it prudent to check her surroundings. With her handgun drawn at the ready, she opened the only door in the room and looked around. So she wasn’t alone after all…that wasn’t bad or good news. In either case, their back was facing her, and so Five took the opportunity to press the barrel of the gun against the back of their head.

"Answer my questions or I’ll pull the trigger. Who are you working for?" Her voice was cold and steady. There was not a single twitch of her body that suggested she wouldn’t do as she promised. And that was the absolute truth of the matter.

[jestinghunter-blog]

The facility (as other people in similar situations call the area trapping them) is certainly something Favaro has never seen. Like the room he woke in, the entire area is without a single speck of dust or stain. The lack of notable characteristics of the floors and walls make the place seem even stranger when compounded with the fact strange objects dot the inside of the place.

No one else seems to think these objects are strange, and he begins to wonder what the hell is wrong with everyone. Magic boxes of varying sizes emit both sound and images though the same could be done without those boxes since the sorcerer controlling those boxes seems competent enough.

It's all too strange, so he concludes he's hard time hallucinating. It's not simple dreaming this time because he's accidentally bashed his head on things far too many times to not wake up. 

To make matters worse, someone just points something presumable dangerous to the back of his neck. It's not like his guard was down, but he didn't think the small object in the approaching woman's hand to be dangerous. 

"Er, no one. I work for myself. Y'know, bounty hunter sort of business. Though, I guess Bacchus does give me those bounties," he blathers on. "I-I don't have any bounties with me right now, I swear! Being trapped here doesn't provide many opportunities." He slowly turns around so he could get a better look at his assailant's face and the first thing he thinks is, damn, she's attractive, followed by, what the hell is in her hand? 

"So, er, could you think about not threatening me?"

[gawains-gaze]

He could not believe this—was this laughing male making fun of him for being correct? Now was the part when he vaguely wondered why he bothered with speaking at all, and ever so slightly, his neutral expression curved into a mild scowl. The stranger’s voice was abrasive in a sense he could not put a finger on, but he did not allow his frustration to fester, locking the emotion deep within. And yet when he opened his mouth to speak…

"Of course I can hear myself. I’m surprised that you could, seeing as you seem to love the sound of your own voice without comprehending what words have been said." Arms folded across his chest, dichromatic eyes staring at the other with grim disapproval. 

"Blacksmith? Is this another of your jokes?" Because clearly, Atsuki was far from laughing. 

"Yes, I am talking about the mechanism you undoubtedly pried off of the wall within your room. I don’t know whether to be impressed or disturbed, to be honest." The effort it must have taken to pry the object off of the wall…this male must be quite physically capable if that were indeed the case. 

His eyes are fixed upon the other, observing how his emotions ran though his form as this stranger spoke. It didn’t seem that he was lying to the telepath, which sent a small trail of confusion through the male’s mind. Sorcery? Blacksmiths? 

"Don’t laugh it off just yet, however. If the one behind this is out of their mind, your supposed train of logic has no traction. Guessing the motives of such people is far beyond my capabilities, seeing as I do not know who this supposed captor is."

It was clear this stranger before Atsuki was not infected by silent, so delirium was out of the picture as an explanation.

"Of course you should have listened. Information or clues of any sort as to why we were taken here would be critical if we wished to return."

As he pondered this, he soon felt an arm snaking around his neck and froze upon the spot, his whole body stiffening at the contact. What was this, now? He would move to get out of the other’s grip, but to no avail. His struggle ceasing, he was forced to heed the stranger’s words, his skin crawling at the thought of this individual being a ‘partner’. 

He already had a partner in his work, he didn’t need another. And yet, his partner was not here. Could this individual honestly be a substitute? And…he wanted to sell the mechanism? Clearly, this male was a few cards short of a full deck. 

"Take the profit for yourself. I’ve no need for currency at this time." Yet again, he spoke with an aloof, indifferent tone of voice. Inside, however, there was the smallest hints of annoyance beginning to grow. 

Atsuki locked that away as well. He had no use to get emotional over such trivial things, or people for that matter. This man was what again? A bounty hunter? Strange profession, indeed. 

"…Fine, I’ll tell you what I’d heard. Laugh at my words again, however, and this conversation is over." With a pause, he exhaled a sigh. He seemed to be stuck with this individual for the moment, and still it seemed that this was not the one he was ‘connected’ with. 

     Thank goodness for that. 

"…I am Atsuki Saijo. What would your name happen to be?"

[jestinghunter-blog]

What a strange, strange fellow he encountered. Very literal, very killjoyish, and doesn't want money. Now it seems like the kid has either not gone out enough or has gone out and experienced absolutely nothing. It's a sad prospect either way, so he feels a little bit of pity. He remembers when he himself was like that: oh the dark times of days without a single drink or a drop of a little inappropriate fun. 

"Well, Atsuki, I, Favaro Leone, will teach you the joys money can buy. Trust me as we go on some wild adventure... as soon as we get out of this place," he says with a grin growing wider and wider. 

He slips his arm away from Atsuki and steps a little back, throwing the object up and down in one hand again. "Oh, if we are gonna be partners in crime, you're gonna have to fix that attitude. Feel free to tell me all about your deep dark thoughts, and I'll try to listen out of the goodness of my heart." 

A lie but he doesn't expect the kid to believe it in any case. His pity isn't enough to prompt him to actually care about anything personal the other says, but, hey, opening up a little means a better exchange of information, and, boy, did he need some information since he screwed up so hard listening to the magic box before.

"So, tell me all that you know 'bout this place, and we can bust our heads together to get out, hm? Don't try to hold anything back."

He shows no sign of tensing or any change in mannerism, but when he says his last sentence, he's ready for a fight. Though he seems like an idiot, a liar can point out the lies of another liar.The moment he senses something off, he's ready to unsheathe his dagger or his crossbow and use a little force to get what he needs. If that doesn't work, there's always the mystically enchanted deadly fence conveniently located next to them.

A sort of sinister curiosity occupies his mind when he wonders how a human would look getting burnt to a crisp via a fence. He's seen a person scorched by flames, but how different would it be to see a single point of contact completely destroy a person's body.

But, of course, that's just a last resort kind of thing and he isn't quite ready to murder a person first thing after waking up. 

[wrathdriven]

your crude feelings are going to spoil this maiden's fair heart!

     Okay, so operation pursue and destroy the perp weren’t really going to plan and Kagura found herself going in circles. Actually, while outside, she noticed the scenery changed a lot too, which was kind of confusing and a little bit weird. She had a good nose so was alright finding her way back to the main building, but it was odd to find out that one minute a place could be a forest and the next barren of any trees. What a place this was, definitely not the Earth she knew and loved.

     Anyway, violence wasn’t going to answer her problem, that much was clear, so she guessed that her next choice was intense detective work. Sleuthing answers and different information, surely she’d get somewhere in her investigation! This sort of thing helped keep her mind of the stupid burning mark on her wrist too, which she had noted to ignore upon hearing about it. Being tied to a person was one thing, but having them feel what you felt— no thank you. She just didn’t put into account the fact that she’d end up meeting him regardless of what she thought, it was just the nature of the situation.

     ❝Huh, how’d I end up here…?❞ Blinking as she took in her surroundings, Kagura realized she was at the main building again, nowhere near where she had decided to wander. With a feeling of— scratch that, she didn’t know how to put it. It was gross though, made her think of Gin when he was sulking over a week without Jump, a horrible feeling. Looking up, her eyes instantly caught on one guy, anybody else nearby ignored as she groaned. It was him, wasn’t it, the one she was stuck with? Another old man who was going to taint her innocent womanly charm, honestly she had the worst luck, but at least there was one perk. He instantly had something for her to snag on him, nickname wise at least.

     ❝Oy, Afro man, you better be planning on taking responsibility for having such gross and black feelings, you’re ruining a sweet young girl with them, aru. If you don’t repent, I’m going to have to punch you into next week and that won’t be fun. Your afro will come flying off, you know? I’ll keep it as a memento of victory, aru.❞ Excellent. 

[jestinghunter-blog]

    There had to be some sort of sick and twisted demon at work in this place; though, he had to wonder, what demon isn't sick and twisted? 

The outside of the main build has some sort of hallucinogenic magic surrounding it or maybe some hallucinogenic herbs in combination with some magic. If he knew what kind of plant or magic it was, he would be able to counteract it with his own little database of survival knowledge, but, alas, there's absolutely nothing to go off from but a soft whirring, almost below a human's threshold of hearing, that could be heard each time the terrain changed. What it means? He hasn't the slightest clue. 

As much as Favaro loves to wonder aimlessly through a demon's trap, he decides to cease his efforts before he loses his mind and return to the main building. The feat is easy considering the trees in the forest provided a nice, tall perch to spy the large building. When he arrives at the entrance, he doesn't enter, and instead remained around next to it. He begins to daydream, half alert, so that he wouldn't lose his mind in this unbelievable situation. 

And what an amazing daydream it is until it's interrupted with "Oy, Afro man." And the moment he hears those words, he realizes exactly who this girl in front of him is. The longing sensation that he pushed aside before is finally satiated and he wants to scream because he's paired with a little girl worth nothing to look at who also has a big and obnoxious mouth.

Are you serious? Really serious? And she isn't kidding about the afro thing, I know, holy shit, I know! 

"Ha, no. No, no, no," he speaks to himself in disbelief before turning to the girl. "You're the one who needs a punch for lying, y'know. Lying is a very bad things for little girls to do. Now go think about what you've done while I'll go over here." 

He uses a drainage pipe mounted on the building to abscond upwards at an incredible speed of denial. 

[gawains-gaze]

     Pathetic.

Atsuki did not say a word as he stood by a fence, having to carelessly used a tie upon the fence to test if it was merely a prop, or something to keep himself and a bunch of other individuals quarantined. 

There was nothing remaining of the tie that he’d used, and now he would never get it back, unless by some miracle existed an item that could turn ash back into what it was. 

     Ridiculous. Absolutely and utterly ridiculous.

So much for climbing over, but to be honest, what point was there in climbing over?

He didn’t know his location, could not get in contact with Nola, Liu, or anyone in particular. So if he were indeed able to escape, where would he go to? The area looked deserted—not much in the ways of shinen about, residual or otherwise. And so this was meant as something new, then. 

So what did that make him again? A test subject? A lab rat?

This either meant they would perish in a first trial, or they would be kept here for a certain amount of time before scheduled release. If that was the case, he saw nothing wrong with things—as long as he was properly fed, given facilities, and was not poked and prodded for being a telepath, he would be quite alright. 

However, his attention, listless as it was, was drawn to another approaching the fence. He thought about halting the other’s advance, but decided against it. If the other got burned alive, it honestly wasn’t his problem. 

They had all been told that there was no escape. While he tested it out of curiosity, this male seemed to be rather shaken. 

But then Atsuki’s eyes were fixated upon what the male had dropped to the ground. 

     You can’t be serious…

The other’s ignorance was clearly trying on Atsuki’s patience, but he shrugged that off as he finally spoke to the other. If the other knew he was there to begin with or not, he couldn’t care less about that. 

"Obviously, we are in an enclosure." The other’s shinen was that of surprise mingled with apprehension, so he took a deep breath and begun once more. 

"I highly doubt we were brought here simply because some people were ‘kidding’. Grab a hold of your own senses and take everything you see in. From now on, we will be living here, like it or not." 

"Now would be the best time to calm yourself and look at things from another perspective. If those who brought us here wished us dead, we would be already. Instead, we find ourselves branded and turned loose within an enclosure."

"…We’re an experiment of some sort. We shall be treated well as long as we are of some use to them, so I suggest you refrain from stepping out of line."

At this, his quiet voice died down a bit, gazing upon the other and their red hair with cold indifference. 

"…Did you hear the broadcast?"

[jestinghunter-blog]

    His keen senses alert him to the other presence, but he doesn't actually turn to face the other until they begin speaking. 

And, boy, Favaro really knows how to meet the perfect type of people. The words spoken to him reminds him of a certain stick in the ass childhood friend turned vengeful stalker, but he knew a softy like him could never muster up the kind of coldly pissed off tone like this guy. He tries to listen to the stranger's speech, actually listen, because it seems that brute force isn't going to let him through that enchanted fence. 

The word experiment brings a wide grin onto his face, and he tries with the greatest amount of effort not to laugh at the prospect of someone like him (no matter how dazzling) being of some sort of experimental interest. What are these experimenty guys going to do with him? Check the type of cologne he uses?

When the stranger finishes with their question, Favaro bursts out in laughter, holding his stomach and slapping his knee from the sheer strength of his outburst. "Do you hear yourself?" he says between hard laughs, out of breath. "Experiment? Enclosure? Refrain from stepping out of line?" Slowly, he calms down, before speaking again. "Like hell some strange guy's gonna keep me locked up in this place.

"I also don't know what "broadcast" you're talking about; I don't see any blacksmiths casting any sort of broadswords around. Unless, well, you're talking about the projection that came out of this thing." His foot slides under the object on the ground and he kicks it up. The object lands on one hand and then rolls to the other hand from his back before ceasing its little journey. "I did hear it, but didn't really listen. Don't need some sorcerer telling me shit I don't need to know. In retrospect... might've been better to listen."

A sly smirk widens across his lips, and he latches an arm around the other guy's neck, all buddy, buddy. "But I got a good samaritan here willing to help, right? We can even split the profit off this thing when we learn to get out," he says, pointing out the metal object shining in his hand. "In bounty hunter land, this is considered a partnership.

"Try to be loving with your new partner that I don't know the name of just yet, buy I'm sure it's lovely." 

[jestinghunter-blog]

    It's a bad day when you wake up to pain and panic in some unfamiliar place.

Favaro grips his right wrist, searing with pain as if it was set aflame, before casting his gaze to the room around him. The first thing that comes to mind is, how drunk did I get last night? followed by a normal reaction, where the hell am I? 

The room is unnaturally sterile, way too clean to be the houses that lined the streets of any town or city he's been through. Hell, even castles have their characteristic dust. Who would invite a drunk into a place like this unless they wanted someone to wreck the place. He's use to waking up in unfamiliar places, so he just assumes this is a similar situation. 

Naturally, he directs his attention to only object that stands out (besides himself, of course) is a strange contraption in the corner of the room. He releases his burning wrist and stands up to examine the strange thing, maybe do a little looting because, damn, did that thing look mystically expensive. Before he could snatch it off the wall, a voice is emitted from the box. 

Favaro falls back and scoot away from the object that suddenly erupted with life. Some sort of magic projects some stranger's voice through the box and he just thinks what kind of sorcerer would choose to enchant something so clunky. Though, he is still thankful to that weird sorcerer for creating something so nice looking.

The voice cuts off, and he's listened to absolutely nothing it said, shrugging it off as something radically unimportant. Of course, he goes back to his previous mission and breaks the object completely away from the wall (with some effort). He tosses it into the air a few times to check its weight, and he's duly satisfied with his plunder. 

Then he simply walks out the door with it by his side, ignoring the continual burning of his wrist and the deep longing sensation in his chest. And he just walks out, completely ignoring every other strange objects around him. 

He arrives at a fence and thinks this is too easy. That sudden thought probably saves him from a burning death because he tests it and finds that there is something definitely enchanting this metal. 

"You're kidding me, right?" He says in awe as he watched a blade of grass he threw burn. The object in his hand drop to the ground next to him. "Like, you're big time kidding me, right? And this isn't some singular side fence; this is an entire rectangle around. I mean, otherwise there would be no point to it. A-and I'm inside of this damn rectangle." 

[jestinghunter-blog]

Introduction?

Heyo, I'm Jade and I'm kind of new to this whole mfrp experience, but I've done enough observing to know what's going on for the most part. As you might tell, I share a name with the lovable Jade Curtiss who is probably gonna be my mun fc since apparently that's a thing from what I've seen.

Anyway, I've been roleplaying on other mediums and junk for a while, and it seems I roleplay a lot of assholes. Sorry in advance!

I have a twitter that's open for following in which I have 0 followers. Use to have a personal tumblr but eh. 

Let's be friends! 

[electromaste-r]

[nachtfaust]

[jestinghunter-blog]

WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

"All the cash in the world."

[jestinghunter-blog]

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