#c.oggy

[aseatabandoned]

@oggyfromthebog​

Erin had been wholly fixated on this smuggling job since he got back to the apartment. Alternating between pacing and looking at his routes marked on various papers scattered among his desk. He cursed himself for not thinking this far ahead, of course something like this was bound to happen. Still, he wasn’t prepared and now he had been given a choice he didn’t want to make. An idea had already started to solidify in his head. One that allowed the job to be completed, preserving Nik’s trust in him, and allowed him to warn others of the possible threat. He was still working over logistics when a knock came at the door. Erin hadn’t taken anything to dull his magic and the light flood unfamiliar taste in his mouth surprised him. The only person he really expected this evening was Cat and of course, his magic never worked with her. 

Opening the door revealed a familiar face. A wiry, scarred vasharr. A smile quickly broke onto Erin’s face at the sense of ease his familiar friend brought. “Ogs! Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes.”

[keevathescaledshadow]

Mechanic AU-- From Oggy

@oggyfromthebog

“Aaaand what did you say caused the damage?” Keeva was eyeing the dark Jeep skeptically, clipboard in hand. She was trying to give a repair estimate but the owner was incredibly talkative and she found herself distracted.

“Well it’s like I said. I was running an errand for a friend an’ course I had to cross downtown. Nasty part too.” Oggy lied, stretching what had been a bad run in with some mob thugs into something he thought might be a bit more acceptable. At least in the eyes of lanky mechanic looking over the vehicle. “There must have been a gang fight or somethin’, next thing I know I’m getting shot at. Thank god I heard about you from-ah what’s her name? Real angry broad?”

“Gwen?”

“That’s the one! Yeah, Gwen. She said you do real good body work, specially with this kinda thing. Good at uh- not keeping records of it too?”

Keeva looked at him for a beat before she sighed, setting the clipboard down. Curse my stupid bleeding heart. If Gwen had pointed him in Keeva’s direction she wouldn’t ask questions. Or at least wouldn’t question the integrity of the answers. She circled Jeep before sliding under it to make sure it was just body work that was needed.

“Go wait in the sitting area, I’ll be out with an estimate in a few minutes. Off the books.”

((Based also off of a modern AU that Jess and I talked about where Keeva is just a butch mechanic and Gwen is an assassin that keeps getting her beat up bike fixed by her @thegladerider ))

[dragcnburned]

@oggyfromthebog​

The scars on his cheek were still strange hue of deep red and black, cracks in a volcano rather than scars, dressing the way secrets always dressed: revelling in the fact that they were there. 

Which was fine with Kirian. Or rather, ignored by Kirian. The scars kept most away from him and that was useful. That was the best he could wish for.

He himself had his eyes focused on a large merchant, the kind of man that seemed to dominate in every sense of the word, every word shouted as if still behind his wares. His fingers yellowed by tobacco, the nostrils of his nose red with something far stronger, and his eyes wild with the tell of a sore loser trying to mask his impending anger by confidence. 

Eh. One more. 

From his seat, in the corner of the tavern, another man’s eyes found his, inquisitive. An elf, scruffy black hair framing a face that would probably be handsome when washed. Kirian took a sip from his drink and the man turned back, raising the stakes.

The merchant threw his cards on the table, yelling a truly impressive list of insults in a truly  interesting variation of languages. Still, Kirian couldn’t imagine he was a good merchant.

No good people were present here.

The elf sauntered to the bar with his newfound fortune, all the bearings of a man who was eager to be dirt poor again as soon as the bar maid would allow it. Kirian waited, until everyone had gone back to focusing on themselves, something that didn’t take very long and stood up, grabbing a chair as he nearly lost his balance. 

(Avi always did laugh he couldn’t hold his drink.)

Kirian finished the rest of his beer in a single, long gulp and swaggered back to the bar, slamming it down nearly hard enough to break. “‘nother.”

“Prob’ly good for t’night,” he said sternly, to seemingly no one in particular, although he suspected his -- well, Kirian wouldn’t say friend. Associate. Yes. He was probably the sort of man to have associates now of this kind of moral fibre. -- his associate would have some choice words to say about that.

[thegladerider]

“ can you believe how much blood there was? ”- From Oggy

tw: graphic blood

“Oggy... That’s sort of the point, right? Their hearts removed from their bodies.”