#bloombled

[hackxr]

@bloombled liked for a starter >> Jordi Chin

The job had been straightforward. After some research, she made quick call to security posing as a panicked new hire who forgot their car keys in the office and couldn’t remember the afterhours door code. After some negotiation on details Sen7inel was in — roaming through the empty floor, hood up, phone out — hunting down a specific target: a VP who had been supposedly trading insider secrets with a competitor.

B o r i n g . She would have much rather been working on setting up her own operation — but that needed cash, and cash was in short supply.

The Coyote found the door, the VPs name on a plaque: Richard Coleman, VP of Strategy. Gray eyes rolled. For a strategy guy, his strategy was shit. Testing the door, the handle didn’t budge — locked.

In a single smooth motion, Sen7inel pulled her pack around to her front, fishing a set of well used lockpicks out of a side pocket and got to work. In the dead quiet of the office, the faint scraping of picks against pins could be heard. That and...

— Wait was that a footstep?

The hacker paused, not daring to move a muscle. Fuck, the next security rotation wasn't supposed to be for another hour. Or had she lost track?

After a moment of deliberation, she tucked the picks away quickly. The situation could only be made worse if she was caught red-handed.

"Hello?" Sen7inel called out into the quiet, eyes peering around the desks, looking for movement.

[vonbirden]

“ How much longer do you plan on staying? ” A question without GAZE, eyes flickering to the side with posed disinterest. Hiei's own time in the Human World was sparse. Not that he couldn't travel freely between if he chose too, rather he didn't necessarily want to. His purpose remained within Makai, and he never did like humans very much; save the rare few. He had reasons to cross the border, still keeping his distance from the one person he'd long sworn to watch over ... not that he'd ever allow her to see him.

Outside of Yukina, he refuses to comment on recent visits, doesn't bother to argue his presence here that shifts upon his own self interests. Point in question was only a few feet away.

“ I wouldn't count on the peace we have lasting long. By the time you return, you might not recognise it. I wonder then just how your strength would compare. ” Hiei snorts.

@bloombled sc. *ೃ༄

[jigento]

his day starts out as any: pulling himself out of bed like a zombie rising from the undead and shuffling to the bathroom to freshen up, splash some cold water in his face to wake up, and make his way to the kitchen for breakfast. the one thing he wasn't expecting was to see kurama seated at his kitchen table with a cup of tea in hand. the yankee froze in the doorway, desperately trying to think of how to address the situation. he had barely taken the time to change out of his pajama pants, and his typically coiffed hair had been unceremoniously pushed back. ❝ uh... good-morning ? the hell are you doing in my apartment ? ❞

starter for: @bloombled

[deathblossomed-archive]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒

@bloombled : "It's not sustainable, not permanently, at the very least." Kurama's confession comes quiet, a little delicately. His expression remains blank, carefully devoid of any features, but something about his eyes - "There's going to be a time when I can no longer pass as someone who ages well, and a decision will have to be made." A pause, during which his eyes drift from hers to some place far off into the distance. "It's funny, I once carefully and patiently plotted to abandon her, I couldn't wait to be free... But now, the thought of leaving... It's a kind of grief I cannot say I'm familiar with."

Botan is well aware of the differences in life spans between humans, spirits and demons. By comparison, humans live such painfully short lives, barely spanning a century if they're lucky. It's never been a personal concern, just a workplace observation. But now she has friends spread across the three realms, and she may well witness the end of their lives, one by one.

Kurama's predicament is a unique one, a demon born to a human mother, one he loves very much. Botan tips her head to the side, blinking curiously. Finally, she smiles, soft and warm. "You have a kind heart," she affirms. She beams, full of optimism. "Well, you're still young right now, it's not as if anyone's expecting you to break out in wrinkles any day now. That means there's still time to find a better solution. Maybe there exists some kind of old man spell. Or a disguise, maybe?" Surely there's some way to prolong their separation. "Too bad you can't borrow Yoko's hair. N-Not that Yoko looks old but, well, humans go gray when they get older."

[infernicanit]

@bloombled came to visit the infirmary !!

“So how was France? Didn’t get into too much trouble, I hope?” the doctor inquired, an easy smile gracing her visage. “If you get too damaged, never be afraid to swing by here. I am always ready to help my fellow Servants rekover quickly.”

[vonbirden]

fox vc: bites hiei bites hiei bites hiei

He isn't here to be DEVOURED !! ━━ such arrogance, Kurama. Just wait. Hiei's bites won't be so frail. A well deserved act of vengeance.

[synthiiac]

if Clara looks concerned? it's because she is. slowly stooping down to first stare ( ... ) taking the time to first confirm her suspicions before carefully pinching the crumpled up, magazine-issued, cologne sample between pointer and thumb. handling the sample with the caution of a bio-hazard clean up as she turns to face @bloombled —- .

"I understand exploring your options, but this is a little excessive." turning it over to catch the label's name. "not to mention, I don't think you strike me as a . . . Spicebomb kind of guy." Laughter felled from her lips like a fine wine.

[filmichor]

HIS ATTENTION DRAWN ELSEWHERE ( ... ) TO THE SOUND OF none other than Frank stalking through the decrepit, old household after him —- . He'd be impressed ... if not for the fact that Birdie had been the one to do all the heavy lifting. Carrying the young killer on petite wings.

All too little, too late if only Danny wanted it to be.

Yet, Birdie was quick on the draw as always. Maw latching onto his forearm with enough force to tear through the first layer of cloth, but not enough to rend through the leather beneath. Too accustomed to playing with killers that were still green. Ghoulish visage slowly returning to his FINAL GIRL ( a bid to distract him from Frank ). Considering punching her for the trouble ... but, deciding that he'd rather not ruin that pretty face of hers. Wrenching his arm back by sheer force instead; palm folding over-top her mouth and nose. Curling in over her and enveloping her in the dark of his cloak with a quiet, voice-modified shush.

Rest assured: he could feel her fingers slowly curling around the extra blade he carried at his hip. Instead? He indulged himself with the thought that the little librarian looked good like this. Dressed in someone else's blood and bright, green eyes refusing to look at him like the MONSTER — as the news clippings she'd once collected for him had claimed — the Ghost Face had come to be known as. No. Inside that gaze held something far more dangerous than hate that he couldn't quite name. Is that why you like her, Frankie? That human little itch to be WANTED? Danny almost laughed at the thought.

"I know you're enjoying this little game as much as I am, Birdie." Playfully coy as he afforded her the opportunity to breathe again. "You can keep it as a souvenir." As a promise to return.

「 Danny caught Birdie on camera . . . 」 @bloombled [ Birdie + bite or Wrenchie + deck???? ]