#0nyxfeathers

[memovia]

【 ❅. 】 ― Despite the unexpected visitor, he does not break his poise. Forest eyes remain on the visor of the other's helmet as Zayne tilts his head. How curious, for him to appear before the Grand General of all people. The cold exterior persists when he takes a slow step forward, while he approaches with caution— he does not turn him away entirely.

❝ Speak. What matters have you with me, Ruler of Khaosi? ❞

starter for @0nyxfeathers. 🩶

[re-toji]

In which Toji 'tripped' and fell into @0nyxfeathers's chest.

"Ugh—"

A loud, muffled groan rumbled against the Onychinus leader's chest, which was all the more accentuated with increased loudness when the other decided to rest his hand on top of Toji's head.

"—so much useless shit in here."

With experienced footwork, Toji quickly regained his composure with a clearly exasperated look on his face. He huffed out a breath of irritation, his expression twisting into an almost child-like grimace.

"Uh, sorry, bossman. Been a rough night."

It was not known whether Toji was miffed due to tripping on a bunch of expensive furnishings or because he had to part from Sylus's pair of fine pecs.

[re-toji]

A day later after completing the mission @0nyxfeathers had assigned him.

He could never get used to this. Standing inside an elaborately decorated mansion in the middle of nowhere. The juxtaposition of wealth and luxury compared to the rest of the N109 Zone rendered this 'base' to completely stand out like a sore thumb. But it did help, Toji supposed, that this mansion was discreetly hidden in coordinates unknown to the majority of mankind. It did not help, however, that it was rather a pain in the ass to get here by foot.

As he strolled down the empty carpeted hallways of the mansion, Toji could feel a myriad of eyes upon him. Oh, he knew he was being watched. From every nook and cranny and unknown corners at all times. It was as if they were daring him to commit an act of treason. A betrayal to sing home about for crossing the notorious leader of Onychinus.

Toji was no fool, of course. Why should he become a dog that bites the hand of his owner?

Toji was well fed. Oh, he was being fed very well. The mysterious Onychinus figure had always showered him with more than he could ask for. It was as if he was being spoiled to an extent. Toji did not seem to mind. He and Sylus shared a working relationship after all.

"Sorry for being late, bossman," said Toji as his large frame entered through the door of a vault that took forever to find. Although he was previously given a specific set of instructions to follow, he eventually wound up being lost. This was not his first time, of course. Luke and Kieran usually would have helped him out, but they were nowhere to be found, possibly being dispatched to collect the remnants of whatever bloodshed that unfolded at 10-something P.M. last night. Toji may or may not be responsible for that.

[re-toji]

[TEXT]: There's a job. Coordinates and details will be sent within 2 minutes. Delete within 5. Half your usual fee has already been transfered, the rest and bonus after.

[TEXT]: Make sure they know who sent you.

Quick and concise. Just how he likes it.

[Text:] Consider it done.

[abyssaldesire-archive]

Cont. from ( x )

He had been leaning against the door frame watching him as he had made his comment, but now as the man's hand extended in invitation, Rayafel pushed off the frame and moved towards him, a small hum leaving him. "My sleeping habits rubbing off on you is one thing...hooooowever, you avoided my question. Didn't think that side of me would rub off on you, too. " He pointed out with a raised brow as he clasped his hand and gave it a light squeeze and tug.

"Work? Or something else?" He persisted with a slight cock of his head and another tug, as if to coax him away from his desk and to somewhere at least more comfortable. "If I was to be your keeper, wellll you know I'd nag you endlessly, right?"

@0nyxfeathers

[astrxthesiai]

@0nyxfeathers 's Sylus :: continued from here

🌟✶⇢ Amaha had been worried about the blood that ran down Sylus’ stomach.  It seemed the man was used to working with severe wounds and through immense pain.  And among those complications, there was quite a mob of people trying to cut the Onychinus leader down.  She sighed as she followed him, firing as many rounds as she could and trying to cut through the mob for their escape.  Amaha was not used to the concept of having to choose between herself and another person’s life.  So, she hoped that injuring these scoundrels and letting Sylus finish them off was the better option.  Defeats the purpose, but what other choice does Amaha have when running with Sylus of all people?

She could keep up with him as they ran towards a temporary space of shelter from the barrage of bullets and the mob.  Amaha glanced at Sylus’ injury and the amount of blood, as she put a new magazine into her gun.  It was purchased for her when she first offered to help Sylus in exchange for her return to Linkon City.

“It was sincere,” Amaha pouted and grumbled softly.  “Then, at least, let me bandage it!”  She growled in a harsh whisper, at least aware her voice would echo off the warehouse’s walls.  She fumbled around in one of her belt pouches for gauze and a knife, and shook off her jacket.  The gauze was not enough to staunch the bleeding, so she cut strips from her jacket.  It would be hastily wrapped, considering the situation they were in and the lack of time.  Nevertheless, it was better than nothing to protect Sylus’ wound.  Besides, his blood could potentially be used to track them here.

“We don’t have much time for debating; they could track your blood here,” she attempted to reason.  Or its scent if their enemies had dogs… ★

[prudenze]

" no, of course not. i am not backing out ! " her voice stern as she looked up to meet two red eyes obviously amused by her words. of course they had to follow suit. well she had too.

as if another coincidence just so happened, their missions overlapped. accidentally. she was here to receive an illegal shipment of protocores that were secretly dealt with causing low class wanderers to mutate into high class ones. several had appeared in linkon and further south which was quite odd. wanderers were always present but they would not just spawn out of nowhere in the middle of linkon.

it took a week to find out but here she was on a special mission. and of course a certain someone just had to appear. the voice from the in ear device brought her back from her inner dialouge of slight annoyance and turned that into a trying not to laugh scenario. while biting down on her lip. the twins surely knew how to keep sylus on his feet.

checking her own guns once more, locked and loaded, ready to disturb whatever party was going on. she was just here to quietly grab the box, if that means sylus came in handy, she might as well make use of them while securing the goods and head out. the red head wanted this to be over with.

" of course... papa crow. " a grin before she walked away, the hunter would let him have his entrance while she walked towards the back entrance. " i will meet you inside. "

more of a demand than a question.

continued @0nyxfeathers

[caleb-in-the-cockpit]

“When was the last time you ate?” 

((Hello there!))

((Hello hello!!))

Hurt Meme The question startles Caleb from his thoughts as he looks up from his tablet, only to glance at it once again to check the time.

"I had breakfast this morning," he answered, intentionally omitting the fact that he tends to have early mornings due to his schedule, "I'll get something to eat once I finish with these reviews."

Is he being intentionally vague with times and goals, because he knows honesty will likely earn him a scolding and a forced break? Yes, yes he is.

Is he aware that he's probably doing an absolutely miserable job at hiding the fact? Also yes.

Is he going to be honest right off the bat? Nnnnope!