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@kezoire
# // * kezoire. ` ── independent ﹠ mutually exclusive original character, mazaki kezo, exploring thematics of life in the form of contractual obligations, misplaced identity, death, ﹠ survival. explicit and heavy content present. ▍ affiliated w/ @phanritza , @piruzei , @ownlore , @corvoroan , @aknma , @rokshasi
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yeahhhhh kezo is being moved to the multi <3 @leventar
“ aw, you’re not even gonna’ let me give a demonstration? ” the edges of her mouth quirk up into a sort of-smile, it leans sharper, like a smirk. she lets him peel her off, for a while, anyway. “ could getcha’ a list, the head’s always good but most people have somethin’ else to complain about. i’m a biter. ” and she mimes it, a snap of her jaw only a breath away from his face, if there was no flinching. she snatches her own wrists back, decidedly bored, rolling her eyes. just once, she wished he’d fucking surprise her. she didn’t care how. “ fuck, i forget how goddamn boring you are. ” she bounces back across the room, picking at something with her back halfway turned to him. “ do we even have terms? what are the terms, business man? remind me. boring boring kill people boring boring hunting bitches boring boring … ” her little friend reaches for something, out in the dark space that cj can’t see. her own hand wraps around it, a knife. one of ... not hers. from someone's pocket to hers, and then, she holds it in her hand, toying with it, watching how it shimmers in the light. he likes knives, doesn't he? maybe he'll be fun now.
left eye twitched in thought, as if he wanted to give the impression of even considering her offer. “ gonna have to pass on the demonstration, i prefer my dick teeth - mark free. it's kinda my prized possession and all. ” but he couldn't hide the smile itching to show in the corner of his lips, just barely twitching. he was certain she wouldn't catch it, the dead of his eyes heavy over his features. nothing fazed him anymore, not creatures that hid in the dark or the corners waiting to jump out at him, and especially not snapping jaws. he refrained from calling her a snapping turtle. “ if i'm soooooo boring, why do ya keep coming around me, hm ? you could ignore my calls, or just not call me. somethin' tells me you get excited trying to see what you can get out of me. sorry to disappoint, though. ” one hand brushes loose strands back, an attempt to keep them in place. he needed a haircut. or hair - clips. he simply blinked as he watched her brandish a new weapon, jaw tensing momentarily. not out of fear or concern but just a flash of envy — he was still without any form of abilities, and though he could carry on just as well without it, he wanted more. “ you help me, i help you. i guess the terms could include a little something extra, but i'm busy. ” it was just too much work, to many variables to juggle. he took a few steps towards her before stabbing the photograph into the point of the knife. “ just look at the picture and tell me if you'd seen her before. ”
' it’s easier to kill people, when you’re dead yourself. ' from yael
slow blinking, tired eyes, chin lifting as he inspected the expression on his partner's face. the nihilism wasn't new, not from him and especially not from their group. perhaps it was the way they could cope with the gravity of some of the cases thrown their way, or the losses they'd endured, but it never amounted to anything they did. it didn't matter of the reasons for why they did what they did so long as results were provided and it was just another check on the long list of targets. in the name of keeping the public sector safe, they were told. the agency referred to the group as their prized possession, whether or not kezo felt they actually deserved the title lacked importance, it was a tactic of theirs. a way to keep them tethered and under pressure. to continue to outperform and intimidate the others to try and do better than they could. but how much higher could they go ? where else could they go now, except down ?
“ we're all dead. ” he finally replied, brow arching as he he slipped his go - to knife in his waistband, continuing to organize the rest of his arsenal for the target they were meant to go after. yaritza and lasya were already at the reported location, setting up the traps and subtly evacuating bystanders. they had a technique, a routine. after years, he'd gotten used to the cadence of yael's thoughts and his ideals. but there was a knot forming, a hint of uneasiness. still, he swallowed it down and shoved at his shoulder in a friendly manner. this was his brother. someone who'd saved his ass repeatedly. “ hopefully we won't have to kill anyone this time. just a simple exorcising, and then releasing the vessel. we'll be fine. ”
sliiiiiight mini hiatus across all blogs
" our time here is up. they are going to kill us. " we're at the dead end that can be stained with our slaughtered lives if we don't do something about this — i can hear the sharp demands echoing across the alleyways, their determination to eliminate us tears the night through raindrops and electrifying atoms. i huff, glancing up at the walls between us. the roof is where we can take. phobos is excelled at parkour, but knowing it, it will just abandon @kezoire and i can not ever have that despite our lack of closeness. a deep inhale is taken. my energy is placed over to on my left side where the power of water is locked, now slowly beginning to break it apart with veins glowing silver. i won't kill them, but slowing them as we flee is the least i can do. " i'll help you, " i say, quiet, but my resolution burns deeper than everyone's who wants us dead. you know nothing about me, but i need you to see me first that i will never leave a single star behind in the dark, being more than alive. NONE SHALL DIE TONIGHT BUT FATE'S HOPES AND DREAMS.
it was an unfair fight, was all kezo could think. it was not long since he last defected, knowing that doing so was putting him on an ever - rising target list. he was careful, working the system precisely as he knew it to avoid giving them a reason for attack, but it was impossible to work a rigged game, avoiding the impact of a trigger - happy hand. it was worse, now that he had another living being to concern himself with and though every fibre of his being demanded that he make use of the opportunity to run on his own, he couldn't. just wouldn't feel right, he'd decided. “ you can run while i hold them off. it's me they want, anyways. ” or it was him, so he thought. he knew little of the person who'd been so unfortunate as to be in his crosshairs, but kezo — potentially regrettably, had a code to follow. it just would have been nice to have his own abilities working. he couldn't even see which of the foolish agents had been dispatched in the near distance. molten discs flicker over towards the stranger, whose name still bounced around in his head but he couldn't quite pull it, “ what are you doing ? ”
i’ve been holding off on saying smth about this for a while but with the running pattern of interest + followers increased across my masculine presenting muses ( esp canons ), and struggling to get interactions or follow backs on my main girlie, it’s always resulted in me becoming resentful of the muse that gets more attention. i’d like to avoid that this time around <3 while i don’t expect everyone to follow me across the 293938383 blogs i make or interact w every single muse i have on my multi, if i follow first from ev and she deliberately gets ignored, i will sb on whatever blog we’re mutuals.
answered, @kezoire : sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone
an explosion in the north - eastern quarter of the city had alerted her to the altercation. with nobody else having been assigned, to the best of her knowledge, ayame could only assume a nonconformist had taken on the job. the organisation may be willing to overlook it in the best of circumstances, but personal curiosity and a deep, unignorable nagging sensation pulled her towards the scene — and rightfully so. clinging to the city's skyline as the dust cleared, she spotted him below — there you are, the thought sent a pulse of warmth through her spine before it was rapidly replaced by a chill, there you are. months had passed since their last encounter, she had spent her days searching for him in every passer - by since, willing the universe for a sign that he would come back, to her, maybe, or to himself. hands stayed firmly planted in her pockets, kezo clearly had this finished on his own — she imagined putting her foot in the ring with him would not end in the satisfactory reunion she craved. “ hey, ” she said from above, wind carrying her voice to what had become the battleground below. unsurprising to her, the demon was the first to break contact with kezo, looking up at her with a bloody fever in its eyes as if begging for help. pretty low of it, if you asked her, but the distraction seemed to work in kezo's favour as he dispatched of the creature with natural ease — eyes meeting hers between the demon's last breath and the thump of its body, insides, whatever was in there, hitting the floor. it made her breath catch briefly, something she was regrettably sure he would have noticed. ayame scoffed to cover it, descending to the ground with flippant effortlessness. “ you're so not that guy, z. ” the downward pull of her lips the tell of her discontent to the name. “ or maybe you are. i wouldn’t know. ”
his body remembered more than he'd like, discomfort deeply embedded in his muscles — he moved like venkari, the techniques still ingrained in him despite the detachment by name and overall affiliation. the demon was putting up more of a fight than the other's despite being severely wounded, he could see the demon growing angrier and fiendish with every failed attempt to thwart his unending attacks. it was almost cruel, really, with the way kezo prolongs the creature's death and for once, he could see the difference in himself now than in the past — it was slowly becoming a twisted game for him. so the blade flicks effortlessly in his hand, a taunt, a silent countdown.
still, he needed to be smart about his final moves, fully aware that the demon still harbored more innate powers than he did. and then he heard her voice, blood running cold, his body tense and rigid as he froze for just a split second. he'd nearly chalked it up to a poor game his own mind had decided to play on him, and then against his better nature, he looked up. dark gaze met hers, jaw tensing, muscle memory instinctually taking over as he skillfully and effortlessly maneuvered his next few steps — a slash across the throat, and a deep plunge into the chest where he twisted with a final thrust. it took every bit of him to break his glare from her to check on his target, the demon's eyes emitted black smoke before fading, and he knew it was over. at least, the job was. when she reappeared in front of him, he kicked the corpse off his blade, inky liquid spurting out from the release. the way she said his moniker made him itch. “ you said it. you wouldn't know. ” a wry laugh escaped him, free hand wiping the blade with the edge of his torn shirt. she looked the same, if not more defiant than before. it made him feel sick, despite the small part of him that felt relief.
“ so, what now ? you here on business ? ” head tilted to the side as he inspected her, strand of hair falling over his forehead. “ or were you stalking, ayame ? ”
( ⋆ . ° ) - #tokageh , private & independent interpretation of megumi fushiguro from akutami's manga & animated series jujutsu kaisen.
and it’s queso
kezo is just a loser trapped in a hot body
his hand scratches idly, chasing some superficial itching of the skin at the sharp ridge of his cheekbone. for several moments he merely looks at kezo in silence, as though the bite of his eyes could almost tear through skin and flesh and muscle to gnaw apart the motivations and impulses behind.
a squatter then. (one of his own, whether they realize it or not. compassion, empathy, stirs deep and instinctual in the ragged pit of his heart.) most anything's better than sleeping outside, even if it is staying warm throughout the night now. it's never just the weather one has to worry about. and there'd be room enough, he imagines, that they wouldn't be right on top of each other. distance could be kept.
the seam of mutt's shoulders folds in a narrow shrug. "okay." belatedly, said as an afterthought: "thanks." the second offer is met with a blink, a small, imperceptible facial twitch. it seems odd that these would be made in such rapid succession, lodging and food. he looks at the sign. froyo. "never had it."
he's not certain he knows what makes it unique from other frozen desserts. he doesn't like admitting an ignorance, even for something as inconsequential as this. only thing left to do is ask. "is it much different from ice cream?"
kezo saw part of himself in him. sure, he was projecting more than anything. or maybe he'd changed enough as a person to freely reveal his place of residence — more unpacking to be done in this labyrinth of his consciousness. more logistically speaking, he knew there was a new group of demons traveling through the city, and while he figured the kid could fend for himself well enough, it was just better not to risk it. he blinked at mutt in return, hand waving off his response — the formalities of gratitude weren't needed. he never was the best at expressing nor accepting it in the first place. “ not really, aside from some texture and essence ... ? it's a different type of dairy. it tastes lighter to me, could be tangy depending on which one. it's just yogurt but frozen. ” kezo wouldn't admit it, but he didn't actually know the answer. he was just hoping it made enough sense.
head nodded in the direction of the place, reaching for the door. “ y'remember that night a few weeks back ? when those people started fighting in the streets ? ” he finally asked, tone nonchalant. kezo wasn't stupid, he knew mutt had to have witnessed to quite a few events in the city, more or less venkari incidences. some including kezo's adjacent involvement. “ i have an inkling something like that will happen again within the next few weeks, just don't know when. ” tongue clicked at the roof of his mouth, brow raising as he inspected him. “ curious if you saw anything out of the ordinary lately. ”
anyways sunday things? kezo is
big on making sure his partner feels Good before anything else, ensuring they finish first ( multiple times at least is always his goal ), so much so that . tbh he be forgetting about himself but honestly seeing his partners get off gets him off so. win-win
no i don't have religious guilt i have rpc guilt
" that's not a very funny joke. " " yeah, you're right, it's not. " i cover my mouth, my amusement behind a brilliant grin concealed at what i just recently shared to you — ( " what does the moon say to the saturn ? ... give me a ring ! " ) giggles escape me the longer i dwell over it, the soups that i've made for us growing cold. 〔 micah, your lunch ... 〕 a firm voice reaches to my headspace. i can sense something heavy is taking some room of my body and find it's phoebus. i still can't stop giggling in the end, my shaky hands rested on my lap and i look at @kezoire, my light not once faltering. just one more now ... " what font does alphabet soup use? " 〚 oh no — 〛 " times new ramen. " i laugh louder this time even at the face of disapproval and everything shines more.
“ so, stop. ” kezo was begging at this point. and still, it would be hard to miss the way his lips curved upwards at the ends, twitching with determination to remain unseen. his gaze remained on the soup, spoon gathering a small amount as he attempted to maintain whatever semblance of control. he could not pretend he didn't have a sense of humor, but the puns were ridiculous and he hated that he couldn't see them coming before they landed. the lunch meetings reminded him of breaks in the organization cafeteria, pretending to enjoy the poor excuse of emails, cracking jokes at absolutely nothing, delirium guiding his humor. and this, was bearing a close resemblance to it. he didn't like it, feeling somewhat exposed. and still, he released a sigh as xe opened with another, spoon brought to his lips to take a small sip before the punchline was delivered and he was nearly spitting the soup out, spoon clattering over the edge of the bowl. fingers balled into a fist as he coughed into it, clearing his throat, “ is this your way of trying to cushion the blow of bad news ? how extensive is this arsenal of yours ? ”
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