Trigger Happy

Fall and beg and plead, sing "you have the power and control"! {dependent rp blog for circustaliarpg}

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"That break you wanted for Roderich? Well...he certainly got a /couple/."

“You bastard,” Damek stepped forward, hands clenched by his side and eyes ablaze. In contrast to his typical amicable demeanor this was certainly a sight to see; a quite unnerving sight if one were to be honest.

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statocnost:

“You hurt him. How can you laugh about that? That’s sick,” Damek stepped back, eyes still blazing, but the restraint showing that he understood confrontation wasn’t preferable. It was a thin line he walked, and he knew that if he didn’t walk away a physical fight wasn’t unlikely.

“What are you hiding from us? Who hurt you? What– what made you into a monster? Really–“

“Sick? You should have never come here if you never wanted see something you call ‘sick’.” The grin he had was still on his face, though at Damek’s next comment it quickly went away. Replaced by a sneer with gritted teeth. He had been called a monster before, he didn’t care about that, but dredging up his past was a sore spot.

“Why would you even care about that? It’s not something you need to know.”

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Damek laughed quietly to himself, a hollow humorless sound that held no warmth. What was he thinking? Just because Viktor was an asshole didn’t mean he had to play the same way. Someone’s past– especially one that was as sensitive as Viktor’s like was– shouldn’t be forced out.

“I guess I do care. We wonder, you know. It doesn’t change the fact that you’re a bastard, but I guess–” Damek cracks for a moment, lips pulled up in a mirthless grin, “Some of us are still too immature to realize that violence is not the answer, and anger is not the way out. I pity you.”

Oh, he knew it wasn’t wise, but did he care? Not right now. Not really.

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"Wonder all you want, but you're not getting it out of me." He sneered at the other, a rage in his eyes starting to grow. Though he wasn't going to let a man like Damek get to him. At least not yet. "To you it may not be a choice or the way out. If there was no resistance than there would be no need for what I do. But until that changes, things are staying the same."

"Now take your caring elsewhere. If you care so much for Roderich you'd go running back to him to care for the pathetic man."

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"The fuck you looking at?" He growled, as he stormed by the other, seemingly not caring that he was the Ringmaster.

Abel’s growl was met with another from Viktor. “That’s not something you say to the man who’s given you a place to live here.” It hadn’t even been five minutes since they’d walked past each other and it already looked like it would be a fight.

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zwartziel:

“Really, I shouldn’t be surprised,” Abel gave a heartless laugh, the sound chillingly empty, as a anger returned to his gaze fleetingly, “once a heartless bastard, always a heartless bastard.”

Another flare in temper, and Abel hastily added, “you never stop to think about anything other than the work-” clenching his fists, Abel refrained from lashing out physically, the anger causing his palms to itch. Counting down from ten, he attempted to regain control over his rage, huffily snapping towards the other, “anyway. It won’t affect my work for you, /sir/.” Well, at least he tried to be respectful.

“And that’s coming from our dear old demon. It takes one to know one.” His words were laced with a hiss, a sneer across his face.

He rolled his eyes at the other, clenching his own jaw in annoyance. “Here there’s nothing else to think about than work. Having thoughts on anything else is only a good way to dampen a good working team.” 

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Why should I apologize                                for the monster I’ve become…

… when no one has apologized                                              for making me this way?

[statocnost-blog]

"That break you wanted for Roderich? Well...he certainly got a /couple/."

“You bastard,” Damek stepped forward, hands clenched by his side and eyes ablaze. In contrast to his typical amicable demeanor this was certainly a sight to see; a quite unnerving sight if one were to be honest.

[russianfortune-blog]

statocnost:

“You hurt him. How can you laugh about that? That’s sick,” Damek stepped back, eyes still blazing, but the restraint showing that he understood confrontation wasn’t preferable. It was a thin line he walked, and he knew that if he didn’t walk away a physical fight wasn’t unlikely.

“What are you hiding from us? Who hurt you? What– what made you into a monster? Really–“

“Sick? You should have never come here if you never wanted see something you call ‘sick’.” The grin he had was still on his face, though at Damek’s next comment it quickly went away. Replaced by a sneer with gritted teeth. He had been called a monster before, he didn’t care about that, but dredging up his past was a sore spot.

“Why would you even care about that? It’s not something you need to know.”

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                                                    in this line of work                                        the only thing worth falling in love with                                                        is work itself

[russianfortune-blog]

"A word with you, sir."

“What do you want now?” Viktor was quick to snap at Roderich like he was already up to trouble even though he had just walked up. “Whatever it is, make it quick.”

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chordsandchaos:

Roderich flinched at the sound of crunching glass beneath Viktor’s foot, his eyes widening slightly. “You–” He grit his teeth, trying to contain his anger, hands clenched into trembling fists. “…There’s only one monster in this entire circus, and it’s certainly not me.”

“You can preach that all you want, it won’t change anything.” Viktor snarled before grinding his foot into the glasses, making sure they were basically unfix-able. Once that was done he took a step back and turned around. “You have three days.”

[russianfortune-blog]

"A word with you, sir."

“What do you want now?” Viktor was quick to snap at Roderich like he was already up to trouble even though he had just walked up. “Whatever it is, make it quick.”

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chordsandchaos:

The next strike does knock Roderich to the ground with a pained grunt, his glasses falling off his nose. He struggled to sit up. “I’m… not some creature. I’m human. More so than you, perhaps. And by striking me, you’re only telling me that I have won. You can’t even give me a reason why you aren’t a barbarian. You only hit me like you are one.”

“Here you are just some creature, and it’s creatures like you who need these ways to keep them in control.” He sneered down at the other. “I have a method to my madness, and everyone here just wants to drive that madness further.” He moved closer to Roderich, slamming his foot down on his glasses as a final ‘fuck you’ to him.

[russianfortune-blog]

"A word with you, sir."

“What do you want now?” Viktor was quick to snap at Roderich like he was already up to trouble even though he had just walked up. “Whatever it is, make it quick.”

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chordsandchaos:

Not expecting the sudden punch, Roderich stumbled back, nearly losing his balance as he cried out, jaw erupting in pain and his glasses knocked askew. Gasping, and already feeling the forming bruise, he continued to glare at Viktor. “…I don’t need to call you anything. You’re already proving me right.”

“And this is all coming from the demon creature who can’t even stand up for himself.” Viktor sneered before again raising his hand, striking Roderich in the same spot he had before, aiming to knock him down fully. “You’re picking a fight you can’t win by keep calling me barbaric.”

[russianfortune-blog]

"A word with you, sir."

“What do you want now?” Viktor was quick to snap at Roderich like he was already up to trouble even though he had just walked up. “Whatever it is, make it quick.”

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chordsandchaos:

For a moment Roderich almost backed down for fear of his own safety. But his anger and stubbornness won out, as they tended to do, and he shot Viktor a glare. “Yes, I am calling you barbaric, for it is what you are! You’re just a simple mined barbarian who only knows how to get his way by intimidating people.”

Viktor sneered at Roderich, balling his hand into a fist. “You’re going to regret speaking those words.” With that he suddenly brought his fist up and nailed Roderich right in the cheek bone. “If I hear you call me that again I will do so much worse to you.”

[un-coeurelastique-blog]

"I need to speak to you about your latest performance."

Oh…

Instantly feeling tense, Josephine turned to face the other, feeling rather small against his stature. Swallowing thickly, she asked, “yes, Monsieur? Have I done something wrong?”

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un-coeurelastique:

Oh god-

“It’s truly alright, Viktor,” she tried to reply calmly, gentle smile wavering, “I’ll be extra careful from now on, put in more effort.” However, the simple mention of ‘removal’ of the distraction was enough to cause a chill to run up her spine, hands growing clammy under the pressure she was now feeling on her shoulders.

“Next performance, I promise I won’t be distracted-” her voice grew small, and she hated the fact she couldn’t stand up to him a little more defensively.

“You don’t sound like you can keep up with such a promise.” Viktor gave her a scrutinizing look as he spoke. “If you are distracted again next time consequences will be needed to make sure such doesn’t happen again.”

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"The fuck you looking at?" He growled, as he stormed by the other, seemingly not caring that he was the Ringmaster.

Abel’s growl was met with another from Viktor. “That’s not something you say to the man who’s given you a place to live here.” It hadn’t even been five minutes since they’d walked past each other and it already looked like it would be a fight.

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zwartziel:

Emotions? Yeah…being a demon didn’t mean he was void of them entirely - just the positive ones. Genuine joy, love, happiness. Anger, hatred…sorrow; these were what drove him nowadays.

Or maybe it was because the demon wished to be more human? Nonetheless, he scrubbed the tears away, taking a deep breath before allowing the usual scowl to settle on his features, “like I’d spill out my problems to you. I don’t trust you that much.”

“I don’t care if you spill whatever it is that seems to be making you cry; I don’t care.” Viktor waved his hand as he spoke to make his point. Maybe he was curious, but he did have no true care for it. “As long as it doesn’t effect your work for me, then what ever it is isn’t a problem.”

[russianfortune-blog]

"A word with you, sir."

“What do you want now?” Viktor was quick to snap at Roderich like he was already up to trouble even though he had just walked up. “Whatever it is, make it quick.”

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chordsandchaos:

“Well–” Why did he care? Other than the fact that Markell was a friend of sorts. “…He did nothing wrong. There was no reason for you to take your anger out on an innocent who had nothing to do with whatever it was that caused you anger in the first place! Honestly, what sort of message does that send? No matter what we do, we are not safe from your barbaric rampages!”

Viktor narrowed his eyes at Roderich, lips pulling back in a small snarl. “Barbaric? You’re calling me barbaric?” he growled. “You care to retract that? May serve you well to do such, and not call me barbaric again.”

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russianfortune:

“And why do you even care about that?” Viktor sneered as he started walking after Gillian. He was less than thrilled at all this. “Who said that you’d be allowed to roam in the morning? I’ll tie you to a log and leave you out in the sun. And if anyone else tries to help they too will get a beating of their own.”

Gillian continued walking backwards away from Viktor. He was grinning widely, but he put his hands to his cheeks, in feigned shock at Viktor’s words. “Oh, no mr.ringleader, sir, anything but that!” He signed, this his shoulders shook in a laugh. “Is that what you want? For me to beg? Shit, I don’t care. I hope everyone tries to help, and you can scramble around trying to beat them all.” He stopped walking then, letting Vik get closer. “Do it.”

[russianfortune-blog]

"I don't care if you beg. I don't care if anyone begs." Viktor sneered, crossing his arms as he kept towards Gillian. "I don't even need to do anything to you to deal out your punishment. There are much more interesting ways to keep you in line as well." He rolled his eyes at the other's chuckling. "Now just go back to your tent. You are one of the ones who causes the least amount of trouble and I don't want you starting now."

[russianfortune-blog]

"A word with you, sir."

“What do you want now?” Viktor was quick to snap at Roderich like he was already up to trouble even though he had just walked up. “Whatever it is, make it quick.”

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russianfortune:

“You thought you’d advise me to not hit him? Advise me not to?” Viktor repeated, his tone severely mocking Roderich. “You’ve got balls to come to me to try and make me not do something. I’m going to give you this one time to walk away from this and not worry about what I’m doing to anyone.”

“What about the word advise do you not understand?” Roderich continued, his tone equally mocking. “It is merely a suggestion, due to the fact that our doctor is the one who keeps everyone’s injuries well taken care of, yours included. I never said you had to listen to me, I simply thought I’d offer my thoughts on the matter.”

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"And why do you care so much about this?" Viktor gave Roderich a questioning look at that. "What is there to care about him? There's always another chump that can be wrangled into the position and so there's always someone else to fix the shit you end up with."

[un-coeurelastique-blog]

"I need to speak to you about your latest performance."

Oh…

Instantly feeling tense, Josephine turned to face the other, feeling rather small against his stature. Swallowing thickly, she asked, “yes, Monsieur? Have I done something wrong?”

[russianfortune-blog]

“It didn’t feel like you were fully into it. Like you were distracted.” Viktor gave Josephine a look that was more on the curious side for now. “Was there something distracting you?”

[un-coeurelastique-blog]

She shrunk away from the other, eyes wide a little, as she tried to remain wary of him. Her mind was quick to force her mouth to move, and she murmured sharply, “I wasn’t distracted! I was fine…”

There was a slight pause from her, before she swallowed again, eyes flicking away from him, as an uncomfortable feeling drew on her, “I mean…if I appeared distracted, I’m really sorry- I-…um.” She’d been a little out or sorts the entire day, having been day dreaming a little /too/ much about /someone/. Like hell she was admitting that to the Ringmaster.

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Viktor tilted his head slightly at her stuttering, raising an eyebrow as he did. "So you were distracted. Tell me what has been so we can remove this so you can perform better. You are one of the better acts and I don't need you going downhill on me now." Of course when he meant better act it was only because she rarely caused trouble unlike everyone in the circus.