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“I’m against needless executions.” Jane was a gang leader, sure, but she was human. While many people liked to think of leaders as ruthless tyrants with an insatiable bloodlust, Jaein was anything but. Even if most of the leaders in this city were merciless, she liked to think she was different. She wasn’t born into the life of crime. She wasn’t raised on the streets or hardened into a criminal by severe hardships. Up until she was a teenager, Jaein had been coddled for the most part. Her parents were aging and they cared for her with ever ounce of their being, as if she were their own. She had been raised by humanity and taught to seek the good in people. It was part of the reason that she had come to Korea in the first place. To look for her birth parents, to fill in the blanks of her story and maybe figure out her real purpose in life. Even though she’d been yanked down the rabbit hole into this life she loved how, Jane refused to let it strip her of her humanity.

“You know that.” Her voice was strong and unwavering, but there was a noticeable hint of remorse. It was one of the things that came with this life. The inevitability of death loomed over all humans, but for them it was worse. For them, the clouds were darker and hung much lower. “I know they need to be punished, but I don’t want to go overboard. Killing them won’t teach them anything.” @shihikoxomnia

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“Ugh, you’re like the fucking martyr of all mafia leaders.” He replies back to her, not even putting an effort in covering up the disgust in his voice. Shihiko rested his legs on top of the coffee table of the room, slouched lazily on the couch.They were discussing about a recent traitor, something that nobody was really fond of unless said traitor was working for you. “But, you’re the boss and your word is law. So, my hands are tied.” He admitted anyways whilst raising both hands up in a mock action of surrender.

As much as the blond hated the goody-little-two-shoed personality of Jaein, he had to hand it to her that she knows how to run a gang pretty smoothly. If it wasn’t for her excellent leadership skills, Shihiko would’ve had half the mind to over-throw her already. “For all I know, you just hate executions.” He waved his hand off dismissively.

“But, the problem is still at large. We can’t let him go or else he’ll spill. And I would obviously refuse to pay even a cent to keep his mouth shut.” He sufficed to the other. “What I would suggest is, that not even you would probably disagree is: me roughing him up a bit you know?” He offers the solution to her, a mischievous smile evident on his lips.

“I'll even spare you the beautiful unsavory details. Just give me the go signal, I’ll have a couple of my guys get him and we’re off to a little underground wonderland and bam, he’s out of our hair for good.” Shihiko tells her simply as though he was just planning a boys night out with someone. “And I’ll make sure that little mouth of his will be closed for good.”

#omniaxjaein #[{#It's cool dude I heard the news too #you get all the time you need to feel better ~#}]#[ he's dead; jaein ]

Goods of the Dead || ?? & Shihiko • Open •

“Now, this is just vulgar.” The blond wrinkles his nose, eyeing the body on the floor with much distaste. “You know, I love murder as much as the next guy. But, I really much prefer it fresh and happening like only a minute ago or so.” Shihiko tells the other as a matter of fact as he takes a big step to move over to the other side of the room without so much as disturbing the corpse.

“Not when the body is a week old and looks pretty much ready to leave putrefaction.” He says with a groan, whining much like a child. The body smelled putrid and even when he was already wearing his mask, the smell of a rotting corpse that had been more than, a week old left in their house was really horrible. The flies were everywhere, the black liquid from the man was already seeping through his red carpet floor.

This poor dead man’s carpet, and it looked so nice... If only the owner wasn’t fucking decaying on it.

“Anyways,” Shihiko clasps his hands together and looks to his companion. “We obviously can’t waste around in this shithole. You take his study room while, I take the bedroom?” He suggests, obviously wanting to get back to work and get out of the house as fast as possible.

“The codes are long gone by now, so we’ll have to find out who killed this bitch. But first, let’s dig around for the dough, that probably hasn’t been stolen yet. Give me a heads up if you find an extra laptop or tablet of his though, he might have saved some backups.” He instructs the other before moving onto the direction of the bedroom whilst fishing his phone out of his pants to call for his contacts. “ And oi, don’t be a fucking noob and touching shit without gloves alright?” He adds off with his phone close to his ear, about to continue saying something when his call got picked up. “Hey, it’s me.” He dashes off to the said bedroom whilst talking.

#omniastarter #[Goods of the Dead; Open ]#So like yeah #Shihiko works with anyone\#even if you're not from the same gang #he does transactions and deals with all of them #He's pretty much all around #So if you're an assassin or hacker or whatever #as long as you can stomach some of the shit he does #then you can work with him #tw: body horror #tw: gore

Live Entertainment || Ryeo & Shihiko • Closed •

@omniaxryeo

He had in his hands an unusual amount of liquor that he normally wouldn’t carry on his own. Most of the time, Shihiko had this kind of alcohol at his home or in the confines of his office and casino, since they’re more likely needed when his brain either needed some tickling to think better or it was for a cause of celebration.

Nonetheless, he bought a bottle of brandy and vodka with him. Two of his favourite of course, since today he would visit what he would like to call his ‘Live Entertainment`.

Ryeo is a fine specimen indeed. He’s a topic on interest and subject to be observed in Shihiko’s point of view. He’s what he would call a fool. Maybe even somewhat struggling to climb a little higher and almost reach the word of retard. The blond has taken a special liking to this person, a liking in a sense that he adored watching him get wrecked.

He knocked on the door to Lady’s Lace, coming in at the wee hours of just about closing time. “Knock, knock.” Shihiko copied the sound the door made as eyes scanned over the area to find his entertainment.

“I thought today might be a nice day to catch some drinks?” He says to the other, lifting up the bag of liquor in his hands. He decided why today of all days to drink with the younger? Obviously because he knew, from plain observation that Ryeo had been acting a little off. He was probably thinking about something or actually sad.

Anyways, Shihiko wanted to pry open that amusing brain and see how horrible Ryeo would turn out in the end of the day, he always did love his personal soap opera. “Maybe even a little kicker too if you’d like?” He tells the other with a suggestive tone of voice, obvious that alcohol wasn’t the only thing he bought.

#omniaxryeo #eyyyyy sorry for the delay of this starter #hope it's alright tho ouo #[ Live Entertainment; Ryeo ]#&Trash

What’s up you motherfucking bitches (I’m sorry, my speech pattern kinda changes from varying muses)

But anyways, have this fucker Shihiko, I love him and he’s an asshole. Also, a side note. He’s quite the opposite of Ying Xiu and I have some limits on his relationships. So, first come first serve, Shihiko can only have 2 friends (may or may not include fuck buddies, that is if he kinda likes you, not that your muses would want to fuck with a dude who always wears a mask tho you kinky fuckers lol).

Link for Plots and Connections.

Let the games begin, under this are some facts about him.