howdy neighbors, kip here again (they/them) with hot girl number two. tragic back story part two because i am a glutton for punishment. she's an assassin for the golden tears but works as a dancer at nexos, she says its an easy cover, i say she likes being gawked at but you know, different point of views. she's the daughter of a now deceased golden tears member and really is trying to live up to her father's name in the organizatoin...in probably all the wrong ways. similarly to kyrie, i've got some off shoot head canons and her information linked below.
[ minatozaki sana, ciswoman, she/her] Look who just landed! NUMBER 0285 'SATSUKI INOSKE', I sure hope you packed all you need. Perhaps you’re not worried as ASSASSIN for the GOLDEN TEARS and DANCER/ESCORT at NEXOS NIGHTCLUB. The city has plenty of spots for a 27 year old CYBORG like you. You’ll be known in the city soon enough as an ASSASSIN, being SEDUCTIVE and BRUTAL.
Full Name: number 0285 satsuki inoske
Nickname: suki, 285, little kenji, inoske
Date of Birth: october 31st, 2378
Gender: cisfemale
Pronouns: she
Sexual Orientation: bisexual
Romantic Orientation: heteromantic
Current Age: 27
Modification: cyborg
Affiliation: the golden tears
Birthplace: new jakarta, mars
Current Neighbourhood: the mawar district
Occupation: assassin for the golden tears & dancer and escort at nexos nightclub
Known Languages: japanese (fluent),bahasa indonesian (intermediate), english (advanced)
golden tears nepo baby, dad was previously an assassin for them.
level expert brat status.
is the type to have multiple partners at once.
is probably around upper middle class but for sure pretends like she lives in sora.
damn good assassin and prefers silenced weapons or close contact ones. will ask for jobs.
began dancing at nexus to get her power back ended up just a little more shallow and now with tips in her gstring.
is no where near as dumb as she can act.
money before men.
is not the girls girl she thinks she is.
desperately trying to find the people or person who unalived her family
art whore, she loves museums, sculpting and painting and tends to collect unique pieces even if she has no where to put them.
Aramonta would have felt more inclined to stay home if the curfew had never been implemented. The people she often employed to withstand her pain transference had an easier time visiting her when the overseers weren’t on such high alert and on a night like this, she needed more of her staff. If only she hadn’t caused a handful of them to pass out so quickly. She let out an exasperated sigh as she stepped over a body. “Walter, see to it that you move them off the floor, and make them comfortable before the chef arrives in the morning. I refuse to sit in another meeting with my mother about pain management and manners.” She grabbed her coat and without waiting for a proper response, she headed out the door.
Unsurprisingly, she moved without ever being detained, only having to use a few promises of wealth to get by ‘unseen’ and untouched. Nexos wasn’t supposed to be open but Aramonta had no doubts that the nightclub and its owner understood what discretion meant. So naturally, after using a private entrance, she found her favourite room and requested a familiar face for some company. “Now, be a good girl, and take a seat.” She gently waved Satsuki over once the younger woman arrived. “You know how I hate to wait," she softened her expression and voice before continuing, "And I needed to see you tonight.”
her head was full of nothing and everything at the same time. it was hard to get up in the morning. the middle classed penthouse became a sanctuary and she was calling out of work. that night with santi was...too much. and that was saying a lot when their times together were usually uneventful. feeling like this brought her all the way back, further than she could ever imagine, and ever wanted to. and she needed a distraction....and now.
there were reasons why she felt like she was favorite of the gods. aramonta contacting her was a heaven sent. she needed to be numb. mindless, a shell of herself so she could reset. she no longer felt like a goddess...merely a human plebian with human problems, she didn't have those. and aramonta knew how to get her back to that point. so much so that as soon as she messaged her she'd slipped out of bed to put something pretty together. instead of opting for her usual negligee, she found a skin fitting long sleeve top and matching boy-shorts, letting her body show in a different kind of way. her little socks slipped into nude pumps and grabbed one of her trenches before heading out the door.
the journey to club was beyond her mind, soon enough she was strutting into the empty building, letting her hair out of her clip and allowing the new blowout fall past her shoulders. heels clicking through the door she wasted no time untying the jacket, letting it slip off her shoulders. combing her fingers through her hair she made her way over and took a seat, a vacant look already threatening her eye.
Date: Friday, September 13, 2405
Time: 10:06 AM NJT
Location: X Academy Campus, Entrance Promenade (Outdoors)
Related Event(s): UNN Report 1, UNN Report 2
The atmosphere was somber, punctuated with a brisk breeze signaling the coming of autumn. People wanted answers and Santi was here to give them one. On a rather simple stage with just a mic stand, Santi addressed the crowd of reporters and citizens of New Jakarta about their concerns regarding the Nemesis heists. “I, Santi Amarin-Zhao, on behalf of X Academy, remain committed to making New Jakarta bett—” A sharp breeze cut through the air, but he barely registered it. It wasn’t until a scream rang out from the crowd that he noticed something was wrong. His hand drifted to his chest, feeling something wet. He looked down. Red. Blood. His blood. He blinked, finally realizing he'd been targeted.
He hesitated, mind racing. Too late. I'm reacting too late. Forcing himself to crumple to the ground, Santi laid there, staring up at the sky. There was a not unfamiliar building pressure in his chest—blood filling his lungs—making it hard to breathe, but the pain of being mortally wounded wasn’t even registering in his head. Continuing to just stare up at the sky, he debated whether to use his Sighir. Dying here wasn’t part of the plan, but neither was surviving under these circumstances. As the chaos around him swirled, he knew he had to make a decision to make—force himself to continue this charade or let the consequences of his decisions finally catch up to him.
after the other night, being tasked with this endeavor felt like a reward that couldn't be paralleled. it was the key to the city in her eyes, if santi, amarin-zhao had anything to do with her family of four being dwindled to a singular person, clawing and pillaging her way through life, she wanted in on him meeting her family on the other side. granted, her years in the field should have actually told her that she was the last person who should have been given it. her badge of honor was already smeared with blood and gore before she had even received it. conflict of the highest interest that for once, her human emotions had taken reign of.
her stride was slow, her breathing was even, only slightly labored, on purpose. she wanted to seem like she was rushing, give her a reason to be moving through the crowd while everyone had already gathered. she moved her head from side to side, brown strands jostling beneath the cute beret that was perched atop her head. she had to seem like she was looking for someone, finding a good spot, but actively listening as he began speaking. it had to be normal, emotions aside, she had to act normal.
she finally slowed when she gathered she'd had a good space. eyes narrowing as she shed everything she was feeling, tearing it off her flesh like contaminated skin until nothing remained but skill...and bloodlust. she squeezed the small pistol in her grip. the silencer extensive, visibly intricately rigged with tech to keep it quiet. no sound. can't afford sound. quick throw. fast. hard enough to cut through the air. fast enough to get deep enough. one. target hit. two. three. too fast to react. your turn. scream. it shot through her brain, bouncing from wall to wall, making stops faster than even her old country's bullet trains could even handle. her hands moved faster than her thoughts. it had to be muscle memory. even more so as flashes of her family's screams added to the chaos, mayhaps it wasn't just her own that escaped her lungs. hands shaky on her throw
her lungs burned from the scream, but she'd sent everyone into the designated panic, joining with no further inhibitions. her target had been hit, anything after that had nothing to do with her. like clock work a man helped usher her along, the pretty girl had to get out of the wreckage.
Santi settled into the velvet couch of a private booth at Nexos, the relentless bass thumping through the walls providing the perfect cover for his restless thoughts. This place was a sanctuary of sorts, where the noise allowed him the rare luxury of sleep without the fear of being overheard.
His eyes flicked to Setsuki as she entered; her presence was a requirement of his. He always insisted she be the one to wait on him—not for the service, but because his paranoia demanded it. Suki was discreet, and discretion was everything to him here. “Thanks for covering me again tonight, Suki,” he said, his voice laced with exhaustion but still polite. He then transferred a large sum of credits from his datapad to hers. “There—that should cover any potential clients you lost because of me, with extra. If you need more, just let Apollo know.” He stifled a yawn. “Sorry. I’m going to crash now. Wake me if something happens.”
Santi sank back into the couch, sleep overtaking him quickly. Within minutes, he was muttering in his sleep, the words slipping out in soft, fractured whispers. “...Kenji was getting too reckless... liability... Father said it had to be done...” The club’s noise almost swallowed the words, but the weight of old sins lingered in the air.
Words kept escaping his lips as his brow furrowed and sweat started form on his forehead. It was like he was having a literal fever dream. The memories of his rise to power surfaced in his subconscious, tangled with guilt and justification. The unconscious confession lingered, unnoticed by him as he drifted deeper into sleep. For Santi, it was supposed to just be another night at Nexos—a fleeting escape from the roles he played, unaware of the storm his sleep-talking might stir.
you'd expect her to prefer nights like these. where she was able to wait on one person, be tucked away in a private room, away from prying eyes. but suki preferred to be performing. and while private clients often wanted a dance or two, this client in particular chose for her wait and sit guard, curtesy of their mutual friend.
and without protest, namely because she rather apollo didn't slit her throat, she strolled through nexus back to the private den. her specialized rooms had three levels, and his was of the v.i.p variety. so he got to sit in a beautifully decorated suite, fit for the enchantress princess she was, melting into the mauve velvet cushions. the floral lingerie set was shamelessly covered by a the sheer robe that draped behind her, flowing elegantly as if she too paid it for it's services tonight.
bending down slightly, she balanced the tray of his signature drinks various ingredients, ready for her to prepare for his viewing pleasure. except, santi never actually viewed anything, and half the time she was simply guarding him as he ruminated in his mind or did just as he seemed to be doing, drifting to sleep. her lips parted softly as her eyes flashed, system alerting her to the deposit of credits to her account. her pupils showed her the new balance remaining before disappearing from her field of vision.
"anything for you." she purred with a sweet smile. "and i don't think those clients are as worth it if they don't pay out as much as you do." satsuki lied, stretching herself along the couches arm.
"mhmm," she agreed, "will do."
lightly, she bounced her heeled foot, letting the minutes tick by as she occasionally looked to the door. she was bouncing between staring at herself in the wall of mirrors, drinking and tapping through her phone. rolling her eyes, annoyed, that she had to also go through insidious sleep talking, satsuki repositioned herself to lay along her stomach on the heart shaped bed, body not dwindled to just a silhouette through the sheer pink curtains.
she was about to tune it out when she heard the familiar name on his lips. her chest tightened, bringing a slew of flash backs to her memory. she relived her torture, her own screams echoing in her brain as faux pain shot over her robotic limbs. the mechanism now connected to her brain stem had began to beep, warning her against rising pressure levels in her blood. aside from referring to her she'd hardly heard her father's name, and to hear it from his lips, made her blood run cold. she had half a mind to wake him, spring bullets of question after question at his chest until he bled all over the floor between them, gasping for air as his heart pulsed streams of red liquid over her negligée and skin. but training overrode her emotions, needing to hear more, hoping he'd spit more secrets at their feet.
Mentari sighed, he'd never had enough patience to deal with people trying to take short cuts on procedures. Not that he could vow for his own secureness, he did make exceptions for those who he was forced to give exceptions too. And he was the last to admit he was 100 percent clean.
They took their handheld out and looked up the name, showing it to the attempted trespasser, who was now close enough that she could see the screen. "I will call him, I am certain that if he's as drunk as you say, he'll gladly supply a car quickly." Their facial expression turned clouded. "I fear none of that will work on me," they warned. "You'll have to come up with something better." they dared her.
she couldn't fight the roll of her eyes this time. this guy surely had a stick up his ass. she didn't have time for this, and frankly the more he stone walled her the more annoyed she became. curfews and city lock downs were so stupid. did any of them know people needed to conduct business.
satsuki didn't even glance at it. only wished she said a name like zakir's who she knew at the very least would play along. now she was banking on the politician to actually be as drunk as he usually was at that time of day and conviently forget that he hadn't ordered her for the night.
"you're taking your job too fucking seriously, dude." she didn't spit the words but there was venom laced in it, meant to make him feel small for his crime of simply doing as he was told. it bore into her more that she wasn't being seen as someone deserving of an exception. "oh for fucks sake." suki raised her hand in faux defeat before crossing her arms over her chest. "get to it then so i can go about my day and you can continuing being a pain in the ass to the others waiting."
In such a nervous state as he was, Zakir was quick to nod his yes. He knew the checkpoint wouldn't be an issue. The both of them had the right papers, the right clearances, he had his following and the info of the venue. But he could barely ignore that they were technically criminals, with ties to an organisation that was not currently on the agenda of the Overseers, but that was out there, and infamous.
He took a deep breath. "I can call the venue to flag us through the checkpoint, I am sure they have skin in the game to," he said, gently, not disagreeing with Suki handling it, but not wanting to give her the ok-go either. Not because he didn't trust her, but because he wanted her to stick close. If anything went south, it would be much better if she was there.
It might've gone faster if they'd been walking.
At least that line seemed to be moving.
"This is taking way too long," he decided, as he looked out of the window. "Maybe they did find something." Though he already had his phone out.
a little pout sat on her lips as he rejected her offer, but she obeyed, sitting back in her seat, though she hadn't removed her hand, it'd help if they looked like a happy couple just trying to have a night on the town. she was sure zakir had his reasons, so she added nothing to her physical protest, toying with her deep brown strands.
zakir finally being able to ease off the break stopped the insatious tap of her stiletto as they sat there, releasing some of the tension.
"i agree, and frankly it's freaking me out...and i never get freaked out." suki stated eyes clocking as zakir pulled his phone to view. the venue had better do it fast, they couldn't afford to be held up there, and she doubted they'd inch any further by the time he could get them on the line. "tell them i'm with you," she purred, hoping that him having a lady present and waiting would light a fire under their asses for his arrival.
There was minimal opportunity for dissent—Belial's role was not one they could simply cast aside in pursuit of new ventures. Their programming afforded only a narrow margin for autonomy; directives were stringent, protocols demanded exact adherence, and objectives were, without exception, explicit. He maintained a vigilant proximity to Suki, remaining within a precise radius to promptly neutralize any threats that might materialize from the shadows.
"Would it be beyond reason for you to disclose the specifics of this detour so I may accurately recalibrate my current directive?" they articulated, their voice modulating with a carefully engineered inflection that suggested a faint trace of exasperation—an uncommon occurrence for their kind. A subtle grimace seemed to momentarily disrupt the seamless operation of their synthetic musculature, hinting at the artificial nature of their expression. As they processed No0285's demeanor, their interfacing algorithms failed to extract meaningful data or derive actionable insights, rendering their analysis inconclusive.
"I must clarify that a substantial amount of compressed gravitational force would be necessary to dismantle my structural components in such a manner, including bolts. Should such an event transpire, my current mission objective would be rendered unattainable—a contingency I am expressly programmed to prevent."
Belial had also adapted to the newly assigned moniker, "Billy Baby," with a calculated display of indifference, although the gentle curve of a smirk replaces the earlier grimace. "I recognize that an escort may not be required given your demonstrated proficiency in defensive tactics. Nevertheless, I am compelled to ensure your secure arrival at your predetermined destination."
She finds it necessary to remind them, "Your livelihood is paramount."
sometimes it was cute when belail was all 0s and 1s, computer generated numbers with pre-recognized answers and preprogrammed information. other times it was overbearing, like having a mechanical bodyguard with no bounds. suki liked leashes, but ones like these had her wanting to bolt for the door. the idea that billy meant well was the only reason why she didn't toy with them too much or send their circuits buzzing with information they couldn't compute.
setsuki pointed her brown orbs towards the sky before smacking her lips, reluctantly. "i suppose." she said simply. looking at their surroundings for a moment, she went to find the words. engrained in her assassin nature, all the information, but none at all. though she spoke in japanese so that the average onlooker couldn't completely grasp their conversation. "i was asked to gather a bit of information on some stuff that's gone down. it'll be quick, simple conversation, you'll be there for cover, in and out and then we...go to work. understand?" she spoke as if she was giving stern orders rather than simply letting belail in on the plan.
she couldn't keep her laugh to herself as the android sputtered on about their actual bolts rather than a simple idiom. "oh jeez, you're so literally baby, it's a saying, i just....modified it to fit who you were." her arm looped into the bot's without consent pulling them closely.
"you're sweet to me, baby, really. but it'll be fine. just a smaaaaaaaall, teeeeeeeny, tiiiiiiiiiiny mission change. just for me okay?"
Mentari frowned, not impressed. As a detective he saw escorts all the time, mostly in bad situations. He didn't mind seeing them when they were just going for work. He was more worried that making an exception would look like he would easily make one for anyone else as well. He took a deep breath as he went through his options.
"Who is your client? I'll make sure they arrange a private driver for you, because anyone out on the street in five by themselves is going to deal with a lot of trouble. The BOARD has its camera's on," they warned her.
suki fought the urge to roll her eyes when his expression didn't change. something about male presenting people not bowing to her prowess agitated her. she was far too pretty to have to deal with such set-backs. they were taking their job much too seriously.
she had to search through her mental rolodex for an upper echelon client's name. politian's usually did the trick and when she landed on the golden ticket, a pretty smile pushed her lips, "abdulal vachkti," suki rolled out in a sickly sweet tone. "but honestly, calling him while he's in his drunken state is just going to lead you to frustration and letting me in anyways. why not cut past all the yellow tape. or..." she paused stepping closer into his space, "maybe i can help you with something? i can handle trouble."
Zakir chuckled. "They hope one of the thieves maybe needs to go grocery shopping." He tucked his lips and licked them as his heart beat speeded up a bit. He wasn't a brave man, if anything, he had proved to be the opposite. His movement into this world was purely because he loved the art. He'd always been a fast talker, a poet, someone who loved to combine languages, meanings, expressions.
To him, language was the most complicated form of art.
Violence on the other hand, was a very simple one.
And one he stayed far away from if he could. Luckily Suki was there to act as his shield.
"I do hope we will be there on time, the streets look so much busier when nobody is taking the metro."
she could feel the underlying change in zakir's demeanor. the cool, chilled laid back relaxation he usually had when driving his luxury vehicle through new jakarta's streets had now grown tense. she zeroed in on him, hearing his words but droning them out to take note of him. rapid heartbeat, intense grip on the steering wheel, the close accumulation of sweat on his palms. it made her sit up straighter, her need to protect him, payment or not, beginning to bubble in her own veins.
sure he was poised with a slick speech, but it was satsuki who was the blood and gore of their pairing. where he was diplomatic, she was his rabid guard dog, chain wrapped tightly around his hand until he needed to release her. even now she could feel the imaginary collar, tight against her raising pressure but loose in his grip.
"if it has anything to do with this checkpoint darling, we might have to go ahead and give the venue a call. you handle that and i handle the checkpoint? deal?" her tone was sensual, as if she was trying to seduce him into having her way. even the delicate touch of her fingers graced his arm, trailing a long, pointed nail across his umber skin.
levi was very familiar with the nightlife in new jakarta, it was one of her only escapes. when she went out for the night she could forget about her job, her brother, her issues in life. alcohol didn't have the same affect on her that it did to humans, but it still provided her with a fun time. plus, if she went out to a club she could meet people that didn't immediately associate her with being an overseer. she could leave everything behind, just for a little while.
in her experience at the nightclubs, she had flirted with a number of people, regardless of whether they were human, android, or cyborg. that part didn't matter to her, she was only interested in what they could offer her. she was looking for someone that could give her a good time and more often than not, she got what she was looking for. part of her programming was seduction, making people more inclined to like her. it was almost like second nature when she was out at the club.
after dancing for a little while and having a couple drinks, levi decides to look around and see who she's going to set her sights on for the night. there's good attendance at nexos tonight, the club being more packed than usual. but, she quickly notices that someone she's flirted with before is here. she casually makes her way over to where suki is.
"hey gorgeous, come here often?" she drawls, tossing one of her arms over the other's shoulders. "i feel like i haven't seen you in forever, baby. where have you been?"
her shifts at nexos had become a way to free herself. there were hardly any rules, she could sit inside her little bubble, listening to the music and moving her body in ways that even hypnotized herself. she made more money waitressing in her oppinion, big tips were better than a few measly credits transfered to her account just for the show.
tonight mirrored the ladder. setsuki swayed her body to the chopped r&b mix, smoke hazing through space as she danced under alternating blue light. the men closest to her section hooped and hollered, whistling and cat-calling at her even as they threw their arms around other servers and dancers. she arched her back, falling gracefully backward to the floor before the rest of her body followed, the flowing wine red fabric that hung from her outfit floated around her. for a moment she just disappeared into her mind, rolling over to her stomach and pushing her backside into the air.
the set ended soon after, allowing suki to slip from her little stage, walking barefoot around the club in her custom piece, allowing the patrons that hadn't caught her show to gawk just as well, power surging through her from their gazes. not the one to drink on the job, she requested a sparkling water from the tender, pulled from her wandering thoughts by the warmth of skin over her bare shoulders.
the low raspy yet feminine tone was easily recognizable, levi's drawl smooth and hot in her ear beneath the music like a thick whiskey. "often enough for them to pay me," she replied, a smile playing at her lips. "seems to me that you've stopped coming to visit me." suki quipped back teasingly.
being summoned at any point in the golden tears could mean anything. be it a hit, or a date or intel it didn't matter, it always gave her an uneasy feeling in her tummy. still she always walked in with her head high, even spending extra time getting ready since apollo was the one who'd asked her to come. he didn't bat for her team but it was still fun to toy with him as it was any man.
still she dressed up for the occasion in the event they were sending her out at this right moment. the perfect full laced, cat-suit hugged ever curve of her slender body, private spaces only cover with a leather zipper mini skirt and matching bra-like top. stilettos clicked along the flooring and without knocking the pressed open the door with a sweet smile.
"you wanted to see me baby?" suki asked sweetly, welcoming herself to sit. with everything going on, it could be anything now, and that worried her. even if she was fearless.
CLOSED STARTER from the perspective of MENTARI AG ( detective - - associated with The Overseers ) for Number 285 ( @no0285 )
While a good number of Overseers were on the hunt for the thieves, another chunk was overseeing the chaos at the races, and yet another was informing the public of the curfew and the work around for the metro, Mentari was running intel. They had little to show for, and plenty of possibilities exhausted. The Skeleton Crew ran a tight ship on this one.
It made sense, their alliance wasn’t with any of the other organisations, they would deal with their own networks rather than attempt to complicate things for themselves.
“Sora closes in five,” he told the citizens eager to enter the city. “I suggest you book a hotel in Mawar or dial a private driver.”
clientele in sora always made her uneasy. sure she paraded around like she was apart of their demographic. but when you were actually in sora you realized how much of a divide there were between those in that city and other people.
the skimpy outfit she'd worn for their meet up would fair as the day kept on, but as the sun set she was on the verge of being a little chilly. and as she checked her phone, late as well.
in true, satsuki, fashion, she threw on a sensual smile, stepping forward as she titled her head at the enforcer. "can you just let me though? i have an important....client, waiting on me." her tone was salacious as if she was trying to seduce the man right there.
OPEN STARTER from the perspective of ZAKIR SETHUPATHI ( rapper / interpreter / informant - - associated with The Golden Tears )
LIMITED 0 / 5
Not having heard a mention of the Golden Tears in the UNN news item, Zakir figured it would be safe enough for him to move from his home in the Mawar District to his next show. Safe most certainly, but definitely not easy. He wasn't some award winning rapper with a crew at his disposal, with a car that he could simply hop into that would take him to his destination.
He was reliant on the Mawar Underground. And so far, aside from the usual delays, he hadn't yet experienced any big disruptions.
But now everything was checked continuously by the Overseers, and even a few blocks seemed to be a minefield. He sighed as he hit the next road block, cursing in Hindi as he sought a way through. "As if the thieves wouldn't already be safely hauled up somewhere," he commented, crossing his arms. He was going to be late.
she supposed that they had a little bit of an opening here. all eyes were on the other groups in the underground because of the unn's insistent nose digging. and of course if zakir had a show there was a chance she had to be in attendance. it was easier this way, beauty and expertise. she could slip on the skimpiest outfit, riddled with hidden weapons, keep her nose in the air and be gawked at while staying on guard for the rapper's safety.
but the addition of a nation wide news outlet causing some simmering panic which led to the overflow of overseers, and suki's growing anxiety. the drive was seemingly uneventful until they were graced with another blockade of lights and uniforms.
leaning back in her seat she crossed slender leg over the other, her own sigh mirroring her faux date as she let her arms rest over her chest. the all black outfit was practically painted on her body, the ruffles around the breast area accentuated the corset that was zipped up her front. one of her black platforms bounced in anticipation, hoping they'd run through this smoothly.
"they obviously don't know how things actually go," she rolled her pretty eyes, "annoying."
There were individuals within Sora who perceived themselves as transcending the constraints of regulations, rules, and laws—individuals whose considerable power enabled them to flout conventions while still finding solace within their exclusive circles and networks. Belial, however, was not among this privileged echelon. Instead of choosing their path, they were duty-bound, or rather, willed to fulfill their obligations. Regardless of how trivial or ostentatious the "let them eat cake" propaganda of their existence might seem, Belial remained steadfast in their role as protector.
Even if an intrinsic component of their synthetic nature prompted them to question their authorities, they would not act upon it. Such inquiries were not within their programming. Instead, they adhered to their directives with unwavering compliance, enduring any associated grievances with a stoic demeanor. Their responsibilities for the day encompassed the protection of a nightclub employee—a dancer identified as Little Kenji, according to their orders.
"We are proceeding directly to the club, are we not?" Belial inquired with a mechanical precision, their tone betraying a subtle undercurrent of formality. Deviating from the prescribed course would entail more complications than they had anticipated. "I must also remind you that certain individuals are adhering to the curfew regulations. We should try to remain elusive."
the golden compact in her hand was cool to the electric receptors in her palm. the peachy, pink blush that was pressed inside of it glittered and glistened in the fleeting sunlight and street lamps. the tip of a crimson thumbnail etched excess lip gloss from the corners of her lips and around the swell of the bottom tier, cleaning up the job she'd done.
in truth while they would be heading for suki's shift in just a little bit, she had other more pertinent business to handle...seeing a little man about a horse, before she could click her way into nexus on designer heels.
when things like this happened, even if it wasn't often, the golden tears often had a lot riding on their most skilled. it was time to get dirty, fuck the nitty and the gritty it was full on grime and she had information she needed to gather. over her shoulder went tawny strands, the shine to them moving as her hair did, showing off it's health before she finally gave the android her undivided attention, no longer captivated by her own beauty.
"we are," satsuki told belial simply, her accent thick over her words. "but just not right now....need you for a little detour." her head tilted to the side almost as if a dog was begging to understand their command, "don't get your bolts in a twist, billy-baby, we'll go straight there after."
there was a sickly sweetness to the way she coaxed out their name, the smile on her gleaming red lips was sinister and alluring, meant to be guiltless and bewitching at the same time
