⋆ postman ⋆

━☆ﾟ.*・｡ﾟ. each letter will be delivered to its intended destination! ━☆ﾟ.*・｡ﾟ. victor grantz indie rp

[lovesmail]

━☆ﾟ.*・｡ﾟ  canon verse || starter for @wildinfinitum

“You’re still getting the hang of the matches, ain’tcha?” Tracy had given Victor an encouraging thumbs up before they were scheduled to go out for their scheduled match of the day. “Don’t be so nervous, Vic. We got Naib in our team today, so you can count on him!”

Naib... From process of elimination, Victor came to the conclusion that Tracy had been talking about the survivor known as the “Mercenary.” There wasn’t much that Victor could say from personal experience of his own. Though it was rather difficult to view any of the other survivors in a positive light — his anxiety and defense constantly getting the best of him when it came to his perception of others. He had to admit... it was rather difficult to think of ill of the survivors that didn’t seem to hesitate when it came to risking their life for others.

He supposed, it could be seen as nothing more than just the desperate need to come out victorious during the matches — but Naib...

The cipher underneath Victor’s hands pops in signal of completion and he jumps at the sound, Wick’s worried whimpering grounding him in reminder of where they were currently at.

‘It’s okay,’ Victor gets the message across to Wick through a head pat.

A glance down to the communication and status device handed to all survivors before a match, and a frown of concern crosses his face. Things looked... tense. Tracy had been the first to be found and strapped down to a rocket chair where Naib had sprung into action to immediately save her at the cost of some injuries.

‘C’mon, Wick,’ Victor gestured to his companion with his hands, ‘Let’s go see if we can find Naib to heal him.’

[lovesmail]

fcrtune​:

There was no easy way to still a victim without silencing them first, although there were ways to silence a victim without killing them.  A shadowy figure had no less dug its claws into the neck of an innocent person, pierced the flesh with callous precision and snatched the light from their eyes.  The body went limp, and The Wanderer heedlessly dipped his head, and in that moment became nothing but a predator savoring its prey. 

The foreign presence came to him like the barrel of a gun against his back, the grave and otherworldly voice a siren ringing through his head, and all too quickly Norton Campbell remembered himself.  Frightfully aware and so suddenly at risk, he nearly dropped the person in his arms when he whipped his head around.

The stranger encroaching upon him was cloaked in red, adorned in gold and impossible not to spot as he glided into view.  Another slew of their words came boring through his mind, intruding upon his defenses like they’d peeled and pried their way inside.

“You’re interrupting me.”  The Wanderer seemed stiffer where he stood. 

He had no reason to give a brazen stranger any answers, and, in any case, it was not only he who was responsible–  it couldn’t be.  But it was Norton who had just left another body behind.  He had, in fact, killed the person in his arms before they could fight back.  He had, although he couldn’t quite say why.

“Who I am is none of your concern,”  he suddenly snarled, tightening his grip on the body.  “Get out of here.”

‘You don’t know much about manners, do you?’ Victor tilted his head in curious thought. He’s never encountered this vampire before.

Before him, they snarl and bare their teeth at him, and in response — Victor cannot help but bite back the amused smile that threatens the corner of his lips with a twitch. It truly was fascinating... the twisted hue to his blackened, dead soul ached to inspect this new presence, but those feelings rarely last before the ghost of his past self clawed out of that abyss.

‘Unfortunately, if you are the reason for the constant killings, you have become my concern.’ The action of gliding is simple to Victor after all the years he has roamed this world, so it is fairly easy for him to float closer to the tense vampire in front of him. He had to be careful — one wrong move, and suddenly Victor would find himself in a battle that would feel unfair from his part. ‘You’ve been drawing too much attention to the people of this town.’ Outwardly, he sighs; the sound becoming the first noise to actually slip past his lips in contrary to his telepathically spoken words, ‘It’s been becoming rather unfair to the others that need to feed as well. You see, they can’t exactly roam around as freely as before. And because of that, I’m afraid I’ll need some answers or I’ll have to take care of you myself.’ ‘So...’ Rare are the occasions where Victor sleeps and the persona of the “Embrace” overpowers his mind. Though Victor has come to bare a complicated relationship with the being he is now, he can’t help his fondness for others of his kind. After all, he was what some would consider their leader now. With eyes shining an eerie gold in the darkness of the night, he carries on, ‘I don’t wish to ask again. And you are...?’

[lovesmail]

━☆ﾟ.*・｡ﾟ  canon verse || starter for @obscvrae

Rest was of the utmost importance when it came to residing within the manor. Every game, every near death encounter within the grounds that each match took place; they all drained Victor of years he was sure he would never get back within his lifespan. And yet... that did not stop him from seeking little tidbits of peace wherever he could. He supposed, it was a good thing that the Baron which had brought all of them here together had obvious wealth to spare. Upon Victor’s first weeks of arrival in the manor, he had poked and peeked into every accessible room that was possible with Wick by his side. One could never be too careful in the unknown...

In his search, the one room that Victor had come to frequent a lot was the extensive library located within one of the wings of the estate. It was comforting to be surrounded with all those books, they had become his newfound escape from reality. Thus, he would often find himself sneaking some into his satchel to take to his room where he would read through the all before returning them back to their designated shelf.

On this night, that was the usual plan. Skipping the process of peeking up and down the hall he was in, Victor scurried along towards the direction of his assigned room in a hurry to rejoin Wick’s side with his new treasure haul of books. One quick turn around the corner, and suddenly Victor found himself on the ground — books spilling out of his bag as he stared up with wide eyes at the hunter known as the photographer. ‘Forgive me for being so clumsy...!’ His hands shook as he did the proper sign gestures with them towards the hunter, the act on impulse without knowing whether or not Joseph would understand him.

[rescontain]

On the eve of Mike's birthday, Victor had taken it upon himself to make an arrangement of various handwritten notes and small gift bags — all containing a variety of small gifts that reminded him of Mike, which he had accumulated over the course of the previous month. Next, he had sought out to place every note and gift within every location that he would frequent with his friend, and knew his friend would frequent on his own. A scavenger birthday, was the plan! And the initial note was placed within reach for Mike to find the moment he was to wake up. On the note to read, written in Victor's neatest handwriting alongside a small, attempted doodle of Mike himself was: Happy Birthday, Mikey. May today come with as much joy as you fill me and others, and adventure, too. The clue to your first gift is written down below. I'll see you at the finish line! ☆

Well, you didn't have to ask Mike if Victor was something special, he knew it in his heart every day. But this, he'd truly outdone himself on this one!

He'd sprang out of bed to follow the clues on the note, hardly even brushing his teeth and definitely not bothering to get dressed, instead putting all his fantastic detective skills to the test as he followed the notes and clues. Each gift as exciting as the last, but he hardly reacted in the moment.

A small part of him felt so bad that Victor had put so much work into this, and here he was rushing through it! But he couldn't help it, he was never the patient type, and surely Vic would know that going into this!

So he continues his mad rush, keeping everything in his arms until he finds Victor, who will definitely be tackled the moment he's spotted. After all, a certain postman is the best gift Mike could ever receive!

[lovesmail]

( hi’ya!! i have some days off coming up finally so im gonna go ahead and throw this out there for a starter and/or shipping call!! so give this post a quick like so i can know if you’re interested in writing something together and i’ll go ahead and slide into your dms so we can talk + plot stuff out! ♡ )

[lovesmail]

( hi’ya!! i have some days off coming up finally so im gonna go ahead and throw this out there for a starter and/or shipping call!! so give this post a quick like so i can know if you’re interested in writing something together and i’ll go ahead and slide into your dms so we can talk + plot stuff out! ♡ )

[lovesmail]

eximprsnd​:

With the sound of a loud thunk followed by a ‘fuck!’, it was safe to say someone was certainly inside. 

      Very rarely does he yell obscenities, but the lump that was now forming underneath the beanie certainly gave quite a sting. Rolling away from the car currently lifted with a few jacks, he sets aside his wrenches and rags to approach the door. He wonders who it could be. Norton? Demi? With a quick glance of the garage door, he comes face to face with… ah,

You don’t think you formally met with him. 

      Luca has been quite the talk of the town as of late, even with the racers asking where he came from. Unfortunately, with taking a hard blow of some sort… his memories are hazy at best. His only clue is that they had found him in the snowy area and brought him back, treating the ugly shiner that he had the misfortune of having. His name was Luca Balsa, he has some sort of scientific knowledge, and can apparently play with machines with quite a bit of skill. It was only a matter of time before he became one of the big helpers in designing and perfecting the race cars to get them to leave. 

      He offers a smile and a wave to Victor’s way, dusting off any sort of dirt on him while taking off oily gloves from his hands. At least this was the perfect time to take a break.  

“Hi there! Can I help you with something?”

Help...? Ah, Victor blinks at his own not so thought out plan for a moment. Yes, maybe he should have plotted better as to why he — a paperboy, would be wandering into the garage that belonged to this race that everyone seemed to be obsessed with. Well, no use in dwelling on his own rare slipups. It helped that in this world, he was given a rather convenient role that helped him easily blend in, with just the perfect excuse to snoop around as well. He gives a smile that perfectly executes innocence with a good mix of bashfulness. Play your part well... His own voice within his head echoes. Though it was too much effort for his particular liking, Victor opened his mouth to speak. An animation that he had no need of were he back in his original home where he could simply invade people’s minds with his voice. “I wanted to interview the mechanic who’s been a buzz in the racetrack lately.” His reasoning slips off his tongue perfectly, “I’m the local paperboy for the newspaper company that covers this race. I was sent here to learn more about you, if that is alright.” Victor mirrors Luca’s smile effortlessly back at him, “Forgive me for not reaching out sooner to see if you had any free time coming up. I hope I’m not intruding on anything you’re currently working on.”

[lovesmail]

━☆ﾟ.*・｡ﾟ  vampire au verse || plotted starter for @fcrtune

He was not a fan of this process.

Despite the years that have gone by, the head of the bloodline known as “Embrace” didn’t think he would ever get used to the ghost feeling of twisting hunger that resided in his gut. No, he did not require a meal to sate the feeling equivalent to a knife twisting in his stomach. He wasn’t even sure why the word hunger was used to describe the feeling in the first place. It wasn’t as if he chewed — at least he was positive piercing into flesh with his sharp fangs was not considered to be that specific action. Intense thirst was definitely a better way to describe it. Nevertheless, he was not a fan of the process... He could sense the fear in his target. The sensation of eyes following their every move making their pulse accelerate in a way that made his mouth water at the thought of warm blood pumping through their veins — how unpleasant... Combined with recent news of deaths being reported at an alarming rate, it was all a perfect mix for a perfect hunt. An added pleasure to the animalistic instincts him, the “Embrace,” Victor... lost track of how many years he had pushed back and fought against to no avail. His muscles coiled in preparation to pounce the moment his target wandered into an empty alley in hopes of shaking off their pursuer, but before he could attack; another figure faster than he’s seen in other vampires blurred past him. The kill was effortless, quick, and silent. The poor victim was given absolutely no time to react before their life was drained in mere seconds. ‘Are you the reason for the recent killings?’ Victor’s voice pierced into the mind of the foreign vampire in front of him currently more focused on feeding. His footsteps held no noise to them against the gravel as Victor approached the new face, it was almost as if he was floating. ‘I hope you realize you are causing this town unnecessary alarm and thus putting others that need to feed at risk. Who are you...?’

[sinitsun]

[lovesmail]

━☆ﾟ.*・｡ﾟ  au verse || plotted starter for @eximprsnd

Haven’t you heard word of the new mechanic helping us out in the race? Apparently, he was real impressive. Maybe with his skills, we’ll finally have a shot at crossing the finish line, no? For days now, Victor’s ears had perked up at buzzing news of a new face roaming around the racetrack. At first, he thought nothing much of it. He held no connections to this world or the people within it, so their trivial interest in the new presence of another human was nothing too exciting in his books. At least, that was his thought process until more whispered words started to buzz around — all curious talk as to how no one has even heard of the new mechanic up until now. The excitement stating: It was as if he dropped right out of the sky and appeared overnight! Could it be...? Victor had to wonder what the chances were of another person being stuck in this current location like him. He had to ponder what the possibility was of this “mechanic” also potentially being like him, anything but... human. And thus, the talk of this new face is how he found himself — with nothing but the appearance of an innocent paperboy, peeking into the garage where this curious mechanic resided in. His knock to the huge, metal door echoed within the room filled with all sorts of machinery he didn’t understand. With bated breath, he waited for any signs of life to peek out and greet him.

[sinitsun]

youve got mail !

[lovesmail]

━☆ﾟ.*・｡ﾟ  breaking the ice prompts || accepting!

" oh, man, i'm sorry! i'm so clumsy... " | from tracy! @oletuslured

Defeat was the outcome of the match, and it was a brutal one. Not a single one of them had survived and though the injuries weren’t intensely life threatening, it was as if the ghost of them still weighed heavily on Victor’s body — his head especially throbbing in a way that gave a slight headache. The pallet had dropped on him out of nowhere. One minute he was focused on kiting the hunter, the next he was suddenly underneath the wooden fixture in shock; pallet above him and a giant metaphorical red target now painted on his back. From what he could make out in his doubled up vision, he could see Tracy’s puppet not too far off as he got dragged to a rocket chair — Tracy some feet away from the scene with guilt written all over her face. “Oh, man, I’m sorry! I’m so clumsy...”

She had found him after the match exiting Doctor Dyer’s office, the apologetic look on her face somehow doubled in concern and guilt. It was... touching, but he held no ill intentions towards the girl. He gave his head a small shake at her rambled apology, hand digging into the bag by his side to look for his usual inanimate companions — a pencil and he’s usual, obviously used notebook. ‘You still managed to rescue me with your puppet,’ He wrote down onto the paper for her to read, ‘We might have lost, but I appreciate you not leaving me behind.’ With what he hoped could be the best reassuring smile he could muster, he beamed at her. It sure was a bit difficult to get his unbothered feelings across without Wick’s comforting barks. His companion always knew how to bring a smile onto people’s faces and ease their tense forms.

[lovesmail]

━☆ﾟ.*・｡ﾟ  breaking the ice prompts || accepting!

" is this your dog? " @valdeniisms

Wick was Victor's most trusted companion. No matter the distance taken between them, be it in a match or Victor allowing Wick to stroll around the manor gardens for some fresh air; at the end of it all, his companion always came back to his side.

To encounter an instance where for the first time in his life, that did not seem to be the case was both frightening as it was anxiety inducing. He knew there was no way any potential harm could come to Wick within the manor's walls... right?

Hands sweating, heart racing, and stomach twisting in uncomfortable knots — Victor speed walked through every hall the place had to offer. Please be okay... please be okay.

"Is this your dog?"

The sudden question brought his near sprint to a sudden halt, his head turning so quickly and suddenly that a brief pain shot up to his head at the sensation. There, in front of him, stood the talented painter he'd occasionally team up with in matches. And at his feet, Wick stood right beside him with as much of an unbothered smile a dog could have.

Thank you! Victor frantically made the sign of gratitude with his hands, cutting himself short when he figured Edgar probably wouldn't understand him. Intaking a brief moment to compose himself, he wrote onto his notebook, 'Yes, that is my dog. Thank you for bringing him to me.'

[lovesmail]

━☆ﾟ.*・｡ﾟ  breaking the ice prompts || accepting!

" oh, man, i'm sorry! i'm so clumsy... " @eximprsnd

Luca’s innovative mind was no surprise to anyone within the manor. From the moment he had stepped foot into the game and introduced his special ability which threw a new spin to the way decoding would be done, it was not hard to arrive to the conclusion that a new genius mind had joined the fray. The fact merely carried onwards outside of the game. It carried on within Luca’s passionate talks of inventions Victor would overhear about and understand little of. And it carried on through the door of Luca’s room — where when peeked into through the crack as he exited and entered his living quarters, scattered blueprints and notes could be seen surrounding the walls at times. Victor should have been more careful... Caught up in going over all the letters prepared and sealed neatly in his hands for his next match to come, he failed to notice the moment a door suddenly flew open and knocked him off his feet in surprise. Through the shock of the impact, he could hear a muffled voice and Wick’s barking; letters scattering up in the air before falling all around him on the floor. “Oh, man, I’m sorry! I’m so clumsy...” Luca’s voice enters his head once it clears up, and he can see concern in the inventors face. In a haste, Victor raises his hands up and waves them side to side — a gestured ‘It’s fine!’ and he hopes the motion is understood. With a flustered rush, he rummages around the bag always strapped to him to seek out his battered and used up notebook. ‘I should have watched where I was going...’ He writes onto the first clean sheet of paper, ‘Are you alright?’

[lovesmail]

━☆ﾟ.*・｡ﾟ  modern verse || misc ask

"Psst, Vic. Hey Vic." Mike's whispering, but it's a painful stage whisper, complete with his hand raised to the side of his mouth, which is turned into a wide grin. "You wanna go on an adventure? I promise I'll have ya back before curfew!" @wildinfinitum

Focusing on studying was meant to be the plan. Not that he ever doubted Mike’s mental capability nor his own, but it was always nice to have the company of another to keep each other in check. Emphasis on the ‘meant to be the plan’ part. At Mike’s sudden whisper cutting into the comfortable silence between the two, Victor perks up in unison to Wick’s own head rising from the ground; his brief slumber cut and greeted with a pat.

‘You’re kidnapping me?’ Victor scribbled onto the corner of an empty sheet of paper in front of Mike, ‘What would my nonexistent father say?’

Even his mock seriousness doesn’t last long before a wide smile is stretching across his face, ‘I don’t see any harm in going on a little adventure... but if we’re out too late, you’re buying us dinner.’

[ashstfu]

life would be so different if i was a bookshop owner in a small village near some forest, who has a secret affair with the local poet

[ashstfu]

i seek peace and salvation at the used bookstore downtown