Gin&Whiskey

If you're curious about my world, you'll have to step beyond the border between light and shadow

[jinandwhiskey]

Onychinus ' Bar

Tucked into a quiet corner of the N109-Zone lies a small refuge for weary travelers who find themselves wandering its path. Warm lights line the space, casting a gentle glow over smoothed darken walls. The door creaks open, revealing a man within, nursing a glass filled with nothing short of a blazing shot — gin and whiskey. The sparks of the alcoholic burn alone could keep him company during the evening that has just started. # rules post

I. ACCOUNT INFORMATION 𓅨

When hunters accept a rescue mission, do they always tend to the wounded?

• SYLUS. My Sylus is a lot softer than one would expect him to be. There is a harsh edge to him, but nothing that is far too intimidating. I tend to write him in what I call "soft font."

• CONTENT. Will involve in short-stories, writings, edits, and open-roleplay. Contents are both SFW + NSFW. You must be 18+ to interact with my account.

• INTERACTIONS. Are open to all, and anyone. Please keep in mind to stay respectful, everything will only be strictly in character unless otherwise stated in the following brackets: "||."

II. RULES 𓅨

You don't need to see this. I'd rather not give you nightmares about me.

• PERSONAL INFORMATION. None of my personal information will be told outside of this singular post. Please do not dig for my information, or believe in any hearsay.

• RESPECT. I do not tolerate drama, rude comments, or bullying. If there is an issue, please bring it to me directly.

• PRIVATE MESSAGES. My private messages will not be opened unless it is to resolve private matters, or there are questions for me as the admin.

III. MUN 𓅨

Your tender loving care is going to last the whole night, huh.

• JIN. Hello, you can refer to me as Jin. I go by he/him. My age is 21+. I'm a rather private person, but this is something that I wished to do for fun. As a person who is new to Tumblr, I implore that you treat me with some patience as I learn to navigate this application. — 𝓙𝓲𝓷

With a light warning that rules may be subjected to change should I see fit.

[jinandwhiskey]

Knock knock? 👀

He tapped the side of his forehead with a single finger. "Knock, knock?" The corner of his lips curled into a faint smirk as he tilted his head ever so slightly.

"Who's there, sweetie?" His gaze lingered, amused. "This one of your traps again?"

[hauntingrevelrie]

Ignoring the rest of his questions in favor of the one she'd actually been waiting for, she opened the door just enough to reveal half of her face.

"Icy," the door opened a little more as she leaned her weight on it, a small hint of her impatience. Nevaeh tried hard to contain her smile, school her expression into something more neutral, unrevealing of the anticipation she felt but her poker face had never been the best.

[jinandwhiskey]

"Hm."

A quiet huff escaped through his nose as his gaze settled on the rather interesting, yet startlingly adorable, expression she wore. The corners of his eyes crinkled with light amusement. How fun. The way she carefully schools every feature into normalcy. It was a face he could read with effortless ease. Even so, he never grew tired of watching her try so hard to appear unfazed. That's what makes this fun.

He leaned down, his taller frame effortlessly closing the space between them. "You never change."

The words came as a tease, carried by the low rumble of his voice. Crimson eyes held hers without wavering, leaving only a few inches between their faces.

"So, did you call me here for another one of your little pranks?" He paused for a second. "Or is there something you desire?"

[jinandwhiskey]

Knock knock? 👀

He tapped the side of his forehead with a single finger. "Knock, knock?" The corner of his lips curled into a faint smirk as he tilted his head ever so slightly.

"Who's there, sweetie?" His gaze lingered, amused. "This one of your traps again?"

[jinandwhiskey]

No Way Out - OPEN RP

One day after a mission ended, I suddenly received a distress signal from a civilian. Upon reaching the indicated coordinates, I was astonished to discover that the person in need was actually Sylus... TW. BLOOD

The indicator light on the Hunter's Watch suddenly starts blinking. "A citizen nearby is under attack. Please head to the following coordinates." The coordinates are 300 meters away. Following the directions given by the navigation system in the distance there is a familiar figure sitting by the fountain in broad daylight. The brooding tall figure slightly hunched over fiddling with a silver coin between his fingers. As he opens his hand and smiles, as the footsteps laid in the path of his sight he spoke without taking his attention away from the coin. "I encountered a Wanderer and," a brief hiccup of a pause. "Needed some help." A short, and curt reply to finish. Not that it gave much of a truth, that much was obvious. Said wanderer, however, was no where in sight. Therefore, there was no real danger within Linkon at the moment. The brief paused of lingering curiosity made him add onto the "missing context" of the situation. He quickly answered. "I made it run away." He suddenly stands up, drapes an arm around the hunter's neck and pulls them close. It was only then that the wound came into view, his shirt being soaked in blood. "Shh." He lowers his voice. "Let's go. If we don't, we'll be stuck here."

[gkdnwn]

Caleb was about to head back to his apartment when his comms crackled to life: “A civilian nearby is under attack. Please head to the following coordinates.”

It came through the Hunter Association channel, which should’ve had nothing to do with him. Still, Caleb kept one of their devices on him ever since Emcee started working as a Hunter. He told himself that it was as a safety precaution, a quiet little thread tied around her, just in case she ever needed him and decided she was too stubborn to call.

He pulled out his phone first and saw that her location blinked on the screen, safely inside her apartment. Caleb stared at it for a second longer than necessary, then exhaled through his nose. Good. He almost ignored the alert after that.. But instead, he checked the coordinates.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ Three hundred meters away.

His brows drew together and for a moment, he stood there in silence, thumb hovering over the screen as if he were weighing two equally irritating choices. A civilian distress call or none, this could easily be a trap, he thought. Linkon had too many hidden teeth lately, and Caleb learned that anything that looked simple usually had blood waiting underneath it.

... And three hundred meters was close enough to be annoying.

With a low grunt, he turned and headed toward the location.

By the time he reached the fountain, the area was calm, too calm, and too clean. He couldn't hear a sound; no screams, no broken pavement. And not a single trace of a Wanderer tearing through the street, except a silver haired male—

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀Sylus.

The man sat there in broad daylight, broad shoulders slightly hunched, a silver coin rolling between his fingers as if he had all the time in the world.

Caleb came to a brief stop, drawing in a slow breath before letting it out through his nose, of course. The distress call had dragged him out here after hours, and the person waiting at the coordinates was none other than the N109 Zone's leader, of all people. His irritation sharpened, though it only showed in the slight twitch of his brow. Then his gaze dropped, noticed the blood had soaked through the silver haired male's shirt. Caleb's face was expressionless, the annoyance slipping behind something colder and far more focused. Before Caleb could say anything, Sylus started talking, offering some half-hearted explanation that sounded less convincing with every word.

Caleb’s expression went flat. “Is that supposed to convince me?” Sylus opened his hand, letting the coin rest against his palm. “I made it run away.”

He didn't respond, instead Caleb stepped closer, eyes cutting across the empty plaza. No civilians nearby. and no distortion left in the air. Whatever happened here, Sylus had cleaned it up before sending the signal.

Or the damn alert was a bait from the start—

His jaw tightened, "Then you're fine." and turned on his heel, already done with the conversation. He had better things to do than to stand in broad daylight listening to this nonsense and have him bleed all over a public fountain and lie badly about it.

He made it two steps,

Then an arm hooked around his neck from behind and dragged him back.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"?!"

Caleb's hand shot up on instinct, gripping Sylus' wrist hard enough to make the warning clear. His other hand caught Sylus at the side before the man's weight could pull them both off balance. The scent of blood hit him at once, and Caleb froze for half a second. The fabric beneath his palm was soaked through, his face changed, barely, a tightening at the jaw and colder flicker behind his eyes.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀"Ask one of your damn minions to pick you up, ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀because I'm not one of them."

[jinandwhiskey]

A deeply amused chuckle rumbled from his chest, like the start of an engine's roar. His crimson eyes lingered on the slightly shorter man. If there was one thing Sylus loved more, it was this feisty puppy standing beside him. Caleb's reactions brought him endless entertainment after every cruel remark, but it was also one of the reasons Sylus liked him. The man spat hostility and honesty all in one sentence, with no fear of who he was.

Well this is fun. "What use would it be to call someone from Onychinus in the bright skies of Linkon City?"

His gaze drifted away for just a moment to attend to the silver coin he held earlier tucking it into the pocket of his dress pant in thought. It wasn't like Sylus was unaware of the power Caleb held as well. Onychinus would rather not interfere any more than necessary. He had no reason to provoke a colonel much, at least not at the moment.

Besides, he was injured. He could heal quickly, but not quickly enough from this kind of wound, with glass shards digging into his abdomen every time the fabric of his shirt shifted.

His attention naturally returned to the current situation, meeting Caleb's unnerving glare with a rather blank expression. He certainly wanted to be intimidating, but in Sylus' eyes, he looked more like... an angered puppy kicked to the side of the road. Perhaps it was the height difference that gave him that impression. Or maybe Sylus simply wasn't the kind of person who was easily shaken.

"I didn't know your precious Miss Hunter taught you to treat civilians with such..." He paused, letting the silence linger as if in mockery. "Uncare. Especially when one is injured like me."

His voice dropped another inch, unintentionally slipping into a more provoking tone than necessary. They both knew he was no ordinary civilian. That's what made it far more irritating when Sylus was purposefully.. playing stupid. Unfazed by the grip Caleb still had on him, he leaned in and lowered his voice just enough to make it sound like a secret between them. So what if no one else was around? It would still give the impression that he was being pursued.

"And you don't want to cause your Miss Hunter any trouble, do you? If you don't want to... oh, I don't know." He vaguely gestured toward his wounds. "Get out of here and find a safer place to stay. I can always call a real Hunter here. I'm sure they can get the job done."

He leaned back as soon as the words left his lips, presenting Caleb with a simple deal.

Give a helping hand to the man of Onychinus, or let his beloved Miss Hunter come and finish the job for him.

Though Sylus wasn't entirely stupid. He didn't exactly need the help, but he had to admit the situation was far too amusing not to indulge in it, if only to see the Colonel of the Farspace Fleet's personal reactions. Opportunities like this were rare. Better yet, it gave Sylus the perfect chance to gather information firsthand.

A lucky deal, resting neatly in the palm of his hands.

[mephisto-qin]

CAWWWW CAW CAWWWW CAWWWW CAWW

[jinandwhiskey]

A flower for, miss hunter? The way you two exchange gifts have become.. unique. One gives stickers, the other gives flowers.

I didn't know you two were getting along.

[jinandwhiskey]

No Way Out - OPEN RP

One day after a mission ended, I suddenly received a distress signal from a civilian. Upon reaching the indicated coordinates, I was astonished to discover that the person in need was actually Sylus... TW. BLOOD

The indicator light on the Hunter's Watch suddenly starts blinking. "A citizen nearby is under attack. Please head to the following coordinates." The coordinates are 300 meters away. Following the directions given by the navigation system in the distance there is a familiar figure sitting by the fountain in broad daylight. The brooding tall figure slightly hunched over fiddling with a silver coin between his fingers. As he opens his hand and smiles, as the footsteps laid in the path of his sight he spoke without taking his attention away from the coin. "I encountered a Wanderer and," a brief hiccup of a pause. "Needed some help." A short, and curt reply to finish. Not that it gave much of a truth, that much was obvious. Said wanderer, however, was no where in sight. Therefore, there was no real danger within Linkon at the moment. The brief paused of lingering curiosity made him add onto the "missing context" of the situation. He quickly answered. "I made it run away." He suddenly stands up, drapes an arm around the hunter's neck and pulls them close. It was only then that the wound came into view, his shirt being soaked in blood. "Shh." He lowers his voice. "Let's go. If we don't, we'll be stuck here."

[jinandwhiskey]

can I be your favorite little kitten?

"Mm." A small grunt left his lips, a slight amusement lingered beyond the horizon of the ruby hues.

"Are these the kind of thoughts on your mind, my precious hunter?" He lifts his hand gently flicking their forehead. "You should know very well that I adore you. You have always been my favorite."