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sernoudenet‌:

Risk his neck for once in his life? Once? 

The Ward mage couldn’t help but laugh at the man’s ignorance, a gloved hand moving to brush against the single scar decorating his right cheek as he smiled sarcastically. “You really should be grateful that I’m offering my assistance in the first place. As you’ve just stated, I am a terribly, terribly selfish individual who cares far more about his work than anything else. Logically, I should leave you to clean up the mess that you created, but luckily for you, this ziopa is feeling quite generous today.”

As Noudenet spoke, the armful of deepeyes wriggled in his hold, their tiny feet poking and prodding at him insistently to get him to shut his mouth, but he paid them no mind. Certainly, it wasn’t the best idea to continue provoking his totally-not-a-crush’s close friend, and he knew it. Yet, what was the actual harm in doing so after Noudenet’s most recent fuck-up had all but guaranteed that Owhi was most definitely going to hate him for the rest of his life? At this point, he had nothing to lose, so why bother holding his tongue?

“I assure you, the fairy will be found and returned home safely,” Noudenet stated with feigned confidence, drowsy neutrality returning to his scarred features. “Consider yourself lucky that you have easily the most competent mage in Ishgard lending you a hand. Not many would be eager to help out after having to put up with your… Charming personality, my good friend.”

            to say he was upset or nervous would be a severe understatement. owhi was wracked with extreme worry to the point that he felt he couldn’t keep himself from breaking down into a crying heap. fortunately, haurchefant was holding on to him, practically keeping the warrior of light on his feet. the presence of the gladiator soothed owhi’s nerves a bit, but could not completely erase the messy feelings of having lost his precious fairy. his beloved companion who shared a deeper bond with him than anyone else.            granted, lliya was still alive, owhi could feel it in his soul. however, he could tell she was in pain, and distressed. possibly dying. mismatched hues flitted skyward, watching as snow fell from above, blanketing the ground. haurchefant was speaking to him, though he wasn’t really paying much attention, instead trying to focus on lliya’s energy. he could feel the grip of the elezen tighten a bit around his arms, alerting him that the other was expecting some sort of answer to whatever he had said.            shifting his gaze, owhi glanced to the man who had shown up such ridiculous yet endearing, endless support since the moment they met. cathal was always supportive of him of course, but haurchefant was on a different level. a sigh bubbled, owhi forcing a smile to grace his lips, grateful to have such an amazing person by his side. he watched as haurchefant hesitated before returning that smile, grip loosening.                      “cal is taking too long. i’ll go grab him, so wait here for me, okay?”             indeed, his best friend was not here yet, even though he knew the urgency of the situation. was he picking a fight with noudenet again? with a gentle pat to haurchefant’s hand, owhi pulled away and turned, moving back into the building. the longer it took for them to start searching, the sooner it meant lliya might perish… no! she… she’ll be fine. he had to hold on to that hope and faith. they’d been through so much together, and survived much worse so… so he knew it was going to be fine…             rounding a corner, he heard the voices before spotting the one he was looking for, though it didn’t look good. cathal stood with noudenet, looking more pissed than owhi had ever seen him before, and they seemed to be in a heated argument. oh no, he better to break this up before it turned physical… owhi cleared his throat rather loudly, approaching the two, gaze on cathal before switching to noudenet.                “you were taking your time, cal, so i came to get you. is something wrong? ser haurchefant is waiting for us outside, so we shouldn’t keep him waiting.”

          “the only thing i would be grateful for is your death.” he spat, anger bubbling at noudenet’s words. “if you want to talk logic, then you ought to have l-looked for that voidsent yourself, instead of asking owhi. a person who s-sends another into danger in their stead is the furthest from competency. just a heartless, lazy bastard who can’t do anything but w-waste away in a tiny room with no friends or anyone to care about him.”              cathal wanted to hurt this elezen so much. he wanted to cut out his tongue and shove a knife down his throat. to gut him like a fish and choke him with his own intestines. bloodlust was flaring dangerously, but the moment owhi’s voice rang out, it cut through that violent fog with a clean slice, bringing cathal back down fairly quickly. he hadn’t realized he was starting to shake from the hostility he held towards noudenet.             taking a step away before he actually swung a fist at the elezen, the ginger turned towards his friend who had decided to make quite the appropriately timed appearance. as owhi neared, his presence did heaps to calm cathal, aiding in gathering back his aloof demeanor. when the warrior of light turned his gaze to noudenet, irritation licked at cathal, but he dashed it away, instead moving closer to his best friend. he reached out to gently touch owhi’s arm in order to garner his attention back on him.            “you’re right, we shouldn’t keep him any longer. come, and l-leave this elezen to his books and his room. we need t-to find lliya.” @sernoudenet​

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sernoudenet‌:

Anxious fingers tangled through the fur of the deepeyes seated in Noudenet’s lap, a hint of a frown working its way onto the mage’s lips as he realized exactly how responsible he was for his dear… Friend’s current predicament. As much as he wanted to put an end to Cathal’s incessant guilt tripping with a meteor to the head, or at least a slap to the face, Noudenet forced himself to remain civil— He certainly wasn’t in the mood to be on the receiving end of yet another one of Haumeric’s lectures on the importance of manners on top of the utter nonsense he was putting up with right now.

“I had made it explicitly clear that the safety of you and yours came before my research, and the blame does not lie upon me for your refusal to exercise caution,” the conjurer spat, refusing to so much as look at the Miqo’te who was on his way out the door. “I assure you, I have every intent of helping ser Owhi in every possible way my position will allow me, but do not think for a moment that your words had any sway in my decision.”

With a sigh, Noudenet rose from his desk, scooping up his fluffy voidsent companions into his arms and shushing them as they chirped at him in concern. As skilled as he was at concealing his emotions from everyone around him, his deepeyes knew him far too well to be fooled by his endless supply of facades. And, unfortunately for him, they had absolutely no reserves about trying to comfort him, even if it meant exposing his true emotions in the process.

“…I will be accompanying you in your search for his familiar,” he spoke, staring at Cathal with his ever-present deadpan gaze. “And know this. I am explicitly forbidden from meddling in the affairs of anyone but the Archbishop, so I am putting my neck on the line helping you here, and I would very much appreciate it if you would keep your foul attitude to yourself.”

As he began to follow, seafoam eyes flitted back to the tiny vial of essence sitting atop Noudenet’s work desk, and a mixture of anger and regret welled in his chest. What was he thinking, sending the Warrior of Light of all people on a dangerous fetch quest all for some petty little research project of his? And of course, everything had to go wrong, and with the way Cathal spoke to him, it felt like he had completely shattered the bond he shared with his… His friend. Noudenet had put Owhi’s beloved fairy in danger and caused him all sorts of distress, and he knew that it all could have easily been avoided had he not been so selfish.

‘Ziopa? Mmm, you’ve certainly gotten that right.’

                           cathal had done well to tune out most of anything the elezen ever said, especially when it was directed at him in particular. yet when noudenet dared to suggest that the warrior of light and his companion were at fault in their ‘refusal to exercise caution’, it certainly sparkled some anger. pivoting rather quickly, the ginger turned to face the other, uncertain of whether he ought to cut this man down now or not. it would certainly be all too easy for him to do, ending this man with a pathetic excuse for a life. however, doing so might cause owhi to become even more upset than he already was.                 he wasn’t one to avidly try and hurt his friend. “you made it explicitly clear th-that you care more about your stupid research than his life. t-taking advantage of his kindness, just like every other gods forsaken person here, just b-because he’s the warrior of light.” the words were spoken in a heated manner, cutthroat if you will. cathal knew the extent of owhi’s abilities, his strengths and weaknesses. how he tirelessly worked to help whoever needed him, even at the expense of his own comfort. it pissed him off how others just seemed to throw all their issues onto him because he was fated to save their realm. honestly, if their own realm hadn’t been destroyed....               “to actually th-think we did not ‘exercise caution’ is proof of not only your idiocy, but also how v-very little faith you have in owhi. considering we went in blind with little to no information on this voidsent, therefor unable to properly kn-know how to fight or defend ourselves, to accuse him of not exercising caution is quite laughable, and a clear testament to how you t-truly view his capabilities.” okay, calm down. he was starting to become a bit heated, though perhaps it was his own fault for instigating noudenet’s retort in the first place. he truly wished he could just slay this elezen here and now so that owhi wouldn’t have to worry about him ever again.                 cathal jabbed a finger in noudenet’s direction, scowling. “know this, ziopa, i don’t give t-two licks about what you are and are not allowed to do. normally i’d flat out reject your little heroic offer of w-wanting to help find lliya. however, it would be a lot easier if you got your head l-lopped off in the process. so by all means, risk your neck for once in your life, since your selfishness is wh-what put us in this situation in the first place.” his gaze flitted to the creatures the elezen held in his arms for a brief moment, before returning to noudenet, nose scrunching in clear disgust. the next words that came out were spoken with a hidden threat. “you better pray to your god that lliya is safe and that we find her.”

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@sernoudenet

     the frown married to freckled features dipped more as he watched owhi leave the room, guided by the ever astute ser haurchefant, who looked as equally as distraught as the warrior of light. no doubt some kind of ploy, really. cathal didn’t trust the man, but he also trusted the other elezen in the room even less than the knight. jade hues flitted back to noudenet, arms folding across chest as brows knitted with distaste.        why owhi kept bothering himself with this elezen in particular, cathal couldn’t fathom. running around, seeking out dangerous voidsent for him... owhi had enough on his plate as it was, holding the fate of the entire realm on his shoulders, yet he always managed to make time to spend around noudenet. well, whatever. so long as this one didn’t harm owhi in any manner, cathal would let it be.        “you have what you wanted, at th-the potential cost of lliya.” his tone was accusatory towards noudenet, though he hadn’t outright blamed the elezen just yet. “that voidsent caused her to d-disappear before it died, and now owhi is panicking.” arms unfolded as cathal turned, starting to make his way towards the door, as if he had nothing else to say. a man of short words, even more so around those he disliked. and oh, how he royally seethed with hatred when it came to noudenet and the other ward members.     “don’t bother asking him to seek another out f-for you. we’re going with ser haurchefant to find lliya. enjoy y-your essence, ziopa.”

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putting this blog on an official bigger hiatus. i ventured off and made an rp blog for the ffxiv fandom (and general fandomless verses too). so i’ll be spending most of my time over there. not sure when i’ll be back here, tho i’ll prob be on and off in order to do threads with myself. i prob won’t be gone too long, but for now consider this an indefinite hiatus! if you want to unfollow due to that, please feel free to do so! just remember to soft block me on your way out! ciao for now everyone!

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@theboysofyourdreams

      jade hues traveled up the length of the sword until his gaze fell on the man who had managed to capture him despite the odds. he was pretty good at his job, so it seemed. the necronite wasn’t all too worried, as he had found himself in worse situations before. even if this man decided to torture him, he’d be able to withstand it, and even if he was somehow ‘accidentally’ killed in the process, well... he’d simply regenerate a few hours later with this man none the wiser. perks of being what he was.         “hmm...” a thoughtful hum bubbled as he stared back at grey, brow quirking with a bit of amusement. it wasn’t every day he got to play around with a man who was just his type, physically wise. and he had put up quite the fight earlier. “i’m a trained assassin. it’s sort of my job to p-piss off weak-willed men who think they’re hot shots.” cathal allows his gaze to travel down, then back up, giving grey a slow once-over. “you don’t look like the kind of m-man who knows how to have a fun t-time.”

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cathal picks through the disgusting, tiny little candies that looked and tasted like chalk. he hated this time of the year the most. "why are all the candy hearts so sappy? i want one that says, ‘i hate you.’”

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“Well, not everyone means in the same way I do,” he chuckles, shaking his head. “When I say ‘I hate you’, I mean it like I want to bend you over–” Mei’s hand travels across Cathal’s waist, fingers ghosting over the covered body, “–you know the rest. Or… I want you to choke me until I can’t breathe. Fuck, that’s a good one. Hey, hey Cathal.” Mei pokes his shoulder with his free hand. 

“I hate you.”

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jade hues stare at the catalog of confections from his favourite bakery, letting out an irritated sigh. “the only thing i care about is that on the 15th, all the themed macarons will be half-off at the stores.”

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“Sometimes I wish I was a macaron so that you’d stare at me like that…” Mei mindlessly trails off. There’s an idea that springs into his head– maybe there actually is a way to use macarons against Cathal. Hmm... A macaron-covered corpse. Maybe it could be of someone Cathal doesn’t like, other than Mei, of course. It could make a good Valentine’s Day present: Cathal’s two favorite things! “You know what, I’ll be right back.”

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there's a scowl on freckled features as cathal stares at all the horrid valentine's decorations. his gaze lands on a hideous statue of a cupid. “i swear, if cupid dares come near me, i'm going to stab the little fucker in the face.” he pauses for a moment. "that also includes /you/ dressing up as cupid, you ugly oaf."

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“There go my Valentine’s plans…” Mei sarcastically says, barely being able to hide the grin threatening to spread across his features. “I can’t be cupid but– Wait. I can be a demonic cupid.” He suddenly perks up as if he’s had the greatest idea ever. “And I’ll use my magical arrows to make you fall in love with me! Perfect.” If he gets stabbed in the process, all the better for him. 

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peachyuus‌:

“The girls were busy.” She said with a shrug. Normally, she travelled in a pack of other ladies, all members of her guild, but today she had opted to play solo. Most of the girls were asleep or busy, with their locations scattered all over the globe. And while she didn’t mind waiting for people, Seven would much rather go off on her own. Plus, with integer0’s help, they’d managed to do something amazing. 

“There’s a good shop in town that has deals on potions and salves. The girl working there and I used to run dungeons together when she was low level. It’s right next to the tavern. We could restock on pots and then I’ll buy us some grub before we tackle the next fight. I hear they have the best food in the region. You down for that?”

        jade hues glance over when seven mentions a friend running a shop. he could definitely use some more pots and salves, but first he needed to fix the durability of his gear, which had taken quite the hit. he knew an armorer in the main city, so it was best to visit them first. “yeah, that sounds like a good plan. i n-need to stop by a different place first so repair my gear.” he steps a little to the side to allow seven to go through the portal first. once she does, he follows after.           when the wisps of the portal disappear and he’s met with the polluted streets of the city, integer0 pivots to take a gander at where they’re at in the market. it’s familiar, but nevertheless, he pulls up a map to seek out the armory of his friend. since the next dungeon started soon, they were on a bit of a time crunch. “we can meet at the tavern in three minutes. it won’t take me long to get my th-things repaired.”           a red notification popped up in his view, prompting him to tap it. “hmm, it looks like the raid we r-registered for is delayed for an extra ten minutes, so we’ve got twenty to kill until it s-starts.”

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The death of his eldest son hit him hard, but more so his wife. She had cried for days, didn’t eat, didn’t sleep, she wouldn’t let him comfort her. The stress of it all built up into a ball of steel and rage. This boy was not helping alleviate the symptoms of grief - his grief. “I don’t need a replacement, boy,” Dimitri growls and abruptly stands from his chair. “Who sent you and why should I care?” The looming figure circles from his desk, one hand on the manilla folder and one hand reaching for his pistol. “What makes you think you can handle it?” Poison drips with every word and the mafia boss is more than willing to sink his fangs into the unsuspecting creature.

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                            i don’t need a replacement            well, no, he didn’t. but his son did, which was the whole reason he was here. however, judging by the man’s sudden movements, cathal sensed something was quite amiss. his first instinct was to move around in order to disarm the older man, per the training instilled, should someone draw a weapon on him. however, he stilled himself instead, watching dimitri go for his firearm. then, his gaze flits up to meet the eyes of the extremely intimidating mafia boss.             cathal squared his shoulders and tipped his chin up, to show that he wasn’t fazed by the aggression of the other. he was concerned about getting blood on his nice suit, but that was about it. when you’re a thing that death has seemingly forgotten, no kind of threat was worrying. “your son sent in a paid order, w-with specific instructions to arrive today, at this hour, to mmmeet with him. however, it seems that he won’t be showing face. j-judging by your hostility, he has already passed.” it wasn’t really a question, more along the lines of a statement for himself. he falls silent for a moment, weighing his options with concern.            “if you shoot me, p-please do so in the head, so that blood does not get on my clothes. you can th-throw me in a ditch anywhere, it doesn’t matter.”

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@soulcrux

      jade hues stare ( rather quite intently ) at mei’s hair, an irresistible urge to reach out and just ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ it burned his fingers with need. he was always drawn to nice, seemingly well-kept hair, and it was an added bonus that mei’s was as dark as the night that cathal so loved. black hair is, without a doubt, his favourite.                                                 ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ ᶦᵗ                                        ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ ᶦᵗ         would it be weird if he did? he wouldn’t get punched, would he? probably, if he did it without asking first. to be honest, it might be worth it for just a quick feel. cathal didn’t fancy himself the type to touch without permission in most cases. but when it came to such lovely hair, it was hard to resist.                                                            ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ ᶦᵗ          yes... just a teeny... tiny... quick little...

       removing the glove from one hand, he reached out and skimmed the pads of his fingers against the top of mei’s head. it was like silk against his scarred skin, feeling quite heavenly. the ginger was glad the other man was sitting, otherwise he would have had to reach up. ever so daring, cathal brushed his fingers along mei’s hair again, very gently, cautiously even. ahh, it felt so nice~

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musaconsenza‌:

So, she’d fought with her parents again.

It had been a largely one-sided fight, as mom and dad had refused to acknowledge her signing, and Kazuko had absolutely refused to use her hearing aid to listen to them, but the bad feelings were there nonetheless. She was pretty sure she knew what they had said to her, anyway– something about how she should get a job, go back to school, get a life, stop being worthless. Same old, same old.

She had stormed out at the climax of the argument–again, she wasn’t totally sure what mom had said, but it was probably something about sending her away, or kicking her out of the house, or forcing her to enroll in college? It was usually one of those three. Daigaku–she’d specifically seen mom say that, so it must have been about college.

As if she’d ever go there. Elementary, middle school, high school, that had all been enough learning for her. After being bullied from kindergarten on, she had zero intention of returning to continue her education. It wasn’t like her grades had been good anyway. The schools she’d grown up in hadn’t really been built for someone like her.

Kazuko slowed to a stop when she reached the main thoroughfare, watching the occasional car light zip by. The city lay dead before her, half-lit, almost no people up at this hour. It must have been almost four, five in the morning at this point, though she’d left around midnight. She was tired, her feet hurt from walking around all night, and it was cold and damp out. Kazuko tugged her pullover sweater tighter around herself, shivering, head down as she continued down the street. A car sped by, hitting a puddle and spraying her with dirty water, and Kazuko froze, face pinched and lips pressed tight together to keep the water out. What an awful night. There was absolutely no way it could get any worse.

    everything was black and white, even the scraps of trash that really did nothing to garner his attention. growing up, he had believed he was simply colour blind and would never come to know what colours were. eventually, when he was old enough, his grandparents told him the truth: everyone was born with the inability to see colours. only when they met their destined ‘soulmate’ would things change for them. they gushed about how lovely it was when the time came.        quite frankly, cathal thought it was a load of horse shit. soulmates? really? that was one of the dumbest things he’d ever heard, and he’d definitely heard a lot. had it not been for the rest of society saying the same thing with ads and billboards everywhere claiming such and such agency can help people find their destined one, cathal would have continued to think he was simply colour blind.         though there was much for young ones to look forward to, the ginger couldn’t care either way. besides, he had been born to a couple who were not soulmates. what happened for the children who were in the same situation? did they have a fated one, or were they not given one because they were conceived from two non-soulmates? well, no matter. he didn’t want a relationship now, or ever. he was too busy focusing on school and work to care about such trivial things like love and what have you.         jade hues flitted up from the rain-slicked path as he finally made it to the main urban streets. only a few cars were out and about, though he knew that it would pick up soon enough with everyone heading to their office jobs. he checked the watch strapped to his wrist, noting the time. six am. a twinge of excitement filled him as he turned and stepped onto the sidewalk, bypassing a stray couple.           the glowing on their chests did not go unnoticed, and that only made the male uncomfortable. another aspect to the whole soulmate thing. when you eventually come across the one you’re meant to be with, the heart would start to glow a deep and vibrant red, and it was supposed to be oh-so-beautiful. to know that there was a chance of his own heart to glimmer really irritated him. the radiance wouldn’t disappear until both members of the fated pair accepted one another.           and cathal.... he would never, ever, come to love someone romantically. thus, he would have to be forever stuck with a glowing heart. every day, when he went out, he kept his fingers crossed in hopes that he doesn’t bump into his soulmate. and thus far, the ginger had been really lucky. earth was a huge place, and if lady luck blessed him, his soulmate would be on the other side of the world.            the sweet aroma of pastries filled his senses, drawing him to the quaint little bakery shop squeezed between a bookshop and a clothing store. without fail, every time he left work, cathal would make his way to this bakery and get a pastry. today was going to be no different. as he neared the familiar place, he watched as the store owner set up a street sign before they turned to greet him.             freckled lips dipped into a smile as he followed the owner into the shop, relishing in the cozy aura.

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@musaconsenza w/ a soulmate starter!

         all was relatively quiet in the changing room, though that was to be expected as it was close to being five-thirty in the morning. most of the couples that came to this particular old-timey love hotel tended to arrive in the earlier hours. and those were mostly of the elder variety, as hotel shizuka was not hip and modern for the younger generations. it was simple, quiet, serene for the most part. also very, very old. since starting work here several years ago, cathal had come to appreciate the work put in to ensure customers had a nice time.            as the ginger carefully hung his work apron on the hanger in his locker, humming to himself, two fellow workers popped in, giggling to one another. another unique aspect to working here was the fact that all of his co-workers (both maids and front desk workers) were all elderly women who loved to gossip. was it weird he was the only male worker, and a maid at that? he didn’t think so. he much preferred keeping busy while listening to music, and cleaning rooms was perfect. except for all the nasty things he’s found ranging from used condoms missing the trash can to discarded toys.             still... it could be a lot worse, right? cathal nodded to the two older ladies as they greeted him, no doubt their shifts close to being done as well. once he was changed into his street clothes, the ginger closed the locker and made his way towards the back exit of the building, bidding farewell to the lady sitting at the front desk. he worked at three different love hotels, and shizuka was his favourite one by far. gloved hands plucked a dark blue umbrella from the rack as he exited into the back alleyway.            stepping out to a slim street, cathal passed by some stray cats and a homeless man sleeping beneath some cardboard. the walk back to the the main street area where the major business were took only roughly fifteen minutes, and his small journey was often quiet, as hardly anyone came down this way so early in the morning. with earbuds nestled in his ear, the ginger switched from humming to singing along to the music that filled his senses.              just because he left ireland doesn’t mean he couldn’t relish his heritage, right? besides, he still hadn’t become accustomed to japanese music just yet and always found himself still listening to the irish melodies of his home country. cathal tugged at his scarf to rearrange it so that it was more comfortable as he continued to make his way towards the main street area.

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peachyuus‌:

“Oh well.” She shrugged, not caring one way or the other about the scenario. Sure, the lady at the desk had been nice to Seiko, despite her peculiarities, but the woman was still human. Human lives were fragile and unpredictable. The only thing certain in human lives was their death. That she knew much about. Death loomed over mortals’ heads like a dark cloud, but for her it was nothing. Sometimes it saddened her to see the pain such death inflicted on others, but the feeling usually passed as quickly as it came.

Sucking off the last remnants of the lollipop, Seiko tossed the stick into the air where it evaporated into dust before it could hit the ground. She sniffed and took one last look at the crumbling remains of the building and leaped to her feet. “On to the next.”

     he had seen her flick the stick to discard it, and for a moment there, cathal thought he caught a litterbug red handed. those who discarded their trash on the ground with no further thoughts truly angered him. however, when the stick promptly dusted before it could hit the gravel, the ginger was caught off guard. that prompted him to turn swiftly, jade hues landing on the woman in question.         there was something unique about her that cathal couldn’t quite pin point. she was not like the rest of the humans, nor was she similar to any of the designated reapers he had formerly been introduced to. it was like... she was something in-between. something that he wasn’t sure what to call. before the woman had a chance to begin walking away, the ginger was quick to approach her.              “miss... uh...” okay. that was a great start to get her attention. not. cathal fumbled with his thoughts and words before blurting out-- “what are you?”

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peachyuus‌:

Jane had sent her out to patrol the area while an important meeting took place within the halls of the headquarters. She was in no place to say no to her boss, but it didn’t mean Sammie took the role eagerly. She hated being outside at night. If this were back in Wicklow, she’d have relished in it. She would often opt to sleep on the porch under the stars as a kid, but adulthood had hardened her. Her years in Korea and with The Spades had taught her that relaxation was a luxury to work towards. She cared about her gang members and looked at them like family, but it didn’t change the fact that she was just a little country girl at heart. The city had thickened her skin, but her soul belonged in the sunset.

“I see.” She says with a nod. He looks harmless from what she can see, but that’s the problem. The night air is cold and the darkness is deafening. Her senses are muted and it’s impossible to tell if he’s a threat or not in this lighting. Should something happen, she knows how to defend herself, bunt she’d rather avoid conflict if possible.

“Are you lost? This way leads nowhere.” Gesturing the to alleyway behind her, Sammie smiles. Her dimples appear and she hopes the man doesn’t suspect any fowl play. She’s harmless unless provoked, and even more so without her gang nearby. “This path only goes to the casino’s back doors.”

       he’s on high alert, watching her every move kin to some sort of defensive predator. when she smiles and mentions the casino, cathal decides to act like a semi-drunk tourist. so he readied his best american accent that had been utilized in many occasions before. so long as she believed he was some rando posing no real threat to her being, he would be able to get away. instead of moving closer to her, the assassin remained where he was so that he was still decently cloaked in darkness. the last thing he needed was for her to remember his face.             “actually-- yeaah. ‘m lost.” the words came out in a buzzed slur, coated heavily with a southern american tone. “i jus’ came from the casino, ‘n i lost muh phone. i jus’ wanna git back tuh the nearest hotel, miss.”            cathal took a slight step to the side, though purposefully made it appear as though he stumbled. then he moved to place one hand against the brick wall, hunching to make himself appear more authentically drunk.  “if ya could jus’ point me in tha’ direction of whuteva hotel... ah’d real appreciate it.”

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A sigh of relief slipped past her lips as she took in the moment. She’d beaten this map before, but never like this. Only once had she attempted to solo it and it had ended with her dying like a fool. With a full team, it was easy, but to whittle the boss away to nothing with just minimal damage dealing was nearly impossible. But they’d managed it. 

Opening up her inventory, she spotted the singular red potion resting in the bottom corner of her bag slots. She clicked on it and chugged it down before saying anything. 

“It doesn’t help that I do no damage.” She admitted as she fought to catch her breath. The whole ordeal had taken the wind out of her, but she wasn’t a quitter. “Yeah, I’m down for another one. We should stop by the city first though. I gotta repair and restock. Maybe we can grab something to eat on the way, too.”

     “hmm.... good idea.” since they were already in a party together, cathal tapped on the ideal dungeon, bringing up the details and a bigger picture. it seemed easy enough, at least easier than this one, and it had a matchmaking system implemented, which meant they would be paired up with four other players once the dungeon started. he tapped the register button, throwing their party on the list.          “i’m surprised you d-didn’t do this dungeon with your guildmates. you usually run a lot of th-these higher ones together, right?” everyone in this game knew about seven and the rest of her guild, the diamond might. it was no secret that a lot of players vied for a chance to party up with any of the ladies from that guild, and it was very rare for a spot to be open, so cathal counted himself incredibly lucky with his chance encounter. “i take it none of them are online right now.”        if that were the case, that gave him just a little while longer to play with seven. since he, himself, was not in a guild, it was rather hard to find dungeon parties that weren’t already full. swiping down on the holographic screen, cathal searched through until he found the image of the main city, tapping to bring up a travel portal. as it formed, dark purple whisps slithering out, he stepped to the side and motioned for seven to go through first. “ladies first.”

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Dimitri is not at all amused by his new company - a grimace placed over his lips and a poorer attempt to not glare. Tattooed digits tap impatiently against the arms of the chair in a second attempt to keep his composure. Finally, he relents a heavy sigh. His veins beg for nicotine to soothe his nerves, his knuckles crack with minimal pressure. “What is it that I can do for you?” His Russian accent is thick and heavy. It practically dims the room further than it already is.

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       the air is suffocating, causing uneasiness to pebble along the back of cathal’s neck and arms. dealing with the formalities of a replacement job was not his favourite, and usually a desk agent was with him so they could discuss the details with the client. not this time-- he was flying solo it seemed per the request of the higher ups. gloved hands dropped a manila folder onto the coffee table with a single sheet of paper nestled inside. in case it had gotten into the wrong hands.          “after a visit with a w-watershed corporation oracle, the early death of your eldest son was, mmmore or less, prophesied. subsequently, a request was delivered for a r-replacement agent to shadow him until the moment of death has p-passed. i have been sent to be the aforementioned replacement agent for your son... sir.”