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[malefikant]

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Hounds prowled the roads in packs. Swarms of locust descend from the skies and La Llorona cried at the moon. The Colonel had been getting darker in his moods and was only ever elated when it came to exposing their prisoner with displays of power.

Ever since their catch, the Marshal had kept his distance to the Colonel and his men. Even now, resting against his saddle a few feet away from the warm glow of their campfire, silent in his contemplation, while watching the silhouettes of the soldiers either lie in slumber or sit and murmur in conversation. For a man that had talked as much, he barely talked anymore at all. Seeming as if in waiting, for something. Only sometimes he could be seen close to the captive, speaking to him in a shared tongue.

Out of the corner of his eyes he caught the movement of the Colonel returning from another of his bouts and he tried to read in his face whether he had emerged victorious, or if the stubbornness of their captive had won over him again.

[ihmissutta]

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He was leaning against one of the wooden columns of the porch of the Sheriff's Office that was holding up the roofing. Arms crossed before his chest, his dark gaze seemed to slowly wander along the dusty street, back and forth, unconsciously looking for something that was missing and eventually he had come to realize that he would never find. Memories were good. For the most part. There was one though, not so good.

He remembered getting off the stage and knowing instantly something was wrong. His Ma was there and was his Pa. He remembered to this day the grief in his mother's eyes, as they both took him home and explained in terms a young boy could understand that the town of Defiance had changed. He had not understood at first. It had not seemed right and now looking back down the years it still did not. But he understood better now. Life taught harsh lessons. Sometimes the hardest thing in the world was to be the one left behind. He had never gone to the cemetery after, could not bear to see those graves. It would have made it real. It had not mattered to him at the time. Now he knew it would not really make a difference.

Movement caught in the corner of his eye pulled him from his thoughts and he turned his head to properly see two uniformed men walking out of the general store. Pieces of a wild bunch rode into town two days ago under the watchful eyes of a man that was not so different from him. Proper-postured and proud and just as bull-headed. Perhaps even more than he was, if it was enough to make Paukka realize. The Devil himself had walked into his office that day, demanding he give up all his morals and in to his vices.

The man sighed as he watched the other two walk down the street and back to where they had set up camp. Two days, the contract they had both signed, and for some reason his gut told him the men sent out would not come back today either.

[cantuscorvi]

//does Raum enjoy pairing shoes with his suits for clients? Does he give suggestions but leave that to them?

@co1one1jgr

First and foremost Raum is wholly focused on the suit itself, although any accessories such as shoes he would take into consideration when discussing initially what he is to make. Often it's recommended that a client brings the shoes they intend to wear to their suit fittings to help with deciding things like trouser length, break and so on.

He would likely only give advice if it's requested, and at that point he would consider where they intend to wear the suit. Is it more formal or casual? City or country? Business meeting or cocktail party? He would likely recommend a type of shoe but not a particular pair to a client. Men's formal dress as a whole has certain rules and conventions to it and all of those would play a part in anything he suggests.

I do imagine he would have contacts with other craftsmen in various menswear circles, including the shoe sector, that he would gladly refer someone to if they were interested.

[adaminfinitium]

continued from here. / @co1one1jgr

Logan scans the hallway briefly, pursing his lips in response. "Someone gave it to me." Which, obviously, but he wasn't really in the mood for a detailed explanation. The smell of an animal wafted through his nostrils, familiar in a way difficult to describe to those who weren't operating on instinct ninety percent of the time. His appearance matched the grainy photo in the manilla folder he'd received just days prior. A certain bleakness in his eyes, one that was recognizable through the many years fought beside those who had thrown their lives to the wayside. His location doesn't particularly tick off any red flags, or point to it all being obtained in the warped, frankly bias, manner chirped from his temporary supervisor. He was here for one purpose and yet Logan couldn't ascertain a true motive; Jager could be fighting for a noble cause, or simply be an agent in waiting. Through most of his years in service, this grappling before dealing the final blow to take someone's life plagued him greatly. It wasn't until thirty or so years prior, when he'd gained an additional ability (forced on his person, more like) that the voice quieted down for good.

It catches him off guard for a second, staring at the man a little too long. Any preemptive conscious attempting to give the current situation nuance was ripped away the moment the sleek metal of his claws sliced through the only thing separating him and a ride home. He grips the edge of the door, swinging it open enough to fit himself through and steps inside, slamming the heavy wood behind him. His claws are still out, a sharp pain courses throughout his knuckles ultimately going ignored as he focuses his attention to the man. "I'm gonna make this real easy, okay?" Logan depresses the claws in his left hand, stepping slowly, closer and closer toward his target. His eyebrows pinched, dark irises piercing through his eyelashes with a menacing expression to sell the point that resistance is futile in the face of his abilities. Something tells him, as per usual, it won't go as easily as he hopes.

"I won't have to kill ya' if you don't piss me off. Don't fucking care either way. Dealin' with you mafia types is a pain in the ass already, don't wanna quit your snoopin' around." Logan grumbles, rolling his shoulder. The words slice through the air with an undercurrent of annoyance. "Same mug as yours—says he ain't a fan, kid. Now you go grab your shit, and get outta town unless you're dumb enough to take the other option."

[malefikant]

Don't waste your time trying to cross-examine me

A subtle tilting of the head made way for a huff, an exhale not outright concealing the beginnings of a chuckle but all that would come after. Alexander found amusement in the harsh tone of the man he knew as bitter instead of finding insult. There was no ground for it. Klaus was right. He had caught right onto the perceptive gaze of a man who could not help it. It was only fair to call him out for it.

               „You know I cannot help it“, he cooed, trying to make light of the situation

               „So you do not have someone that you like. That is fine. That is fair. Not like we could afford it.“ The men that they were, the positions they were in. Though, he could not help but wonder how much Klaus and Klaus' life overall would change, if at all, if the answer would have been differend. As he could not help but wonder if it would bring change to his own, or to himself.

               „How is your wound? Are you doing as the doctors are telling you to do?“ Because, for some reason, Alexander well knew but did not dare speak out loud, he was almost certain that Klaus did not. Still, there was no harm in asking and with it, perhaps, somehow, subtly push the other man in at least reconsider advice given by medical professionals.

[malefikant]

//Okay this hit me like a ton of bricks whole driving, but Alexander is in a performance of the Nutcracker and spies Klaus in the crowd, Klaus non the wiser bc of the costume and his intense focus on business, talking to a Bratva man during it. i need to know how Alexander would take this

Alexander danced pre pro. Quit around 20 and took a 13 year break. He is 33 now.

Even with his excessive combat training and continued frequent cardio, it was tough returning to ballet. His body felt sore in the first couple of weeks, things like hot baths were his new best friend. Certain things he used to excel in he was not great at any more. But his turns and balance were better than his pre pro days. He knew he could not ever think about 'getting back' to where he once was. His body was different, and so was he. It would take time to rediscover the dancer he was now.

His turnout would never be the way it used to be. He used to be extremely proficient on pointe, but now the demands of pointe were almost too much on his body. Being able to happily do 16 fouettes en pointe, now he was lucky if he got about 12 on demi. He definitely had improved heaps since he restarted and had regained a lot of technique, but he would never be at the level he had been at 18.

For optimal performance in dance and to prevent injuries, it was essential for dancers of all ages to engage in a targeted warm-up routine before each class or performance. While many dancers include stretching into their pre-class routine, stretching alone is not considered a warm-up and does not effectively prepare a dancer’s body. He would start with getting the body warm, then move on to mobilizing his joints, to dynamic stretching and preparation of the nervous system.

What many did not know (or did not think of) was that warming up was not only about physical readiness, but also about mental preparation. A proper warm-up allowed dancers to transition from a state of rest or inactivity to an active and alert state. Going through a warm-up routine triggered a psychological switch, signaling the brain that it was time to focus and perform. It helped dancers mentally prepare for the demands of their training and could help reduce anxiety before performances. The warm-up phase was also important to increase the mind-body connection. This whole process could improve the concentration by shifting the focus away from external distractions and towards class instruction, alignment, technique and choreography. The mental readiness achieved through warm-ups helped dancers perform their best.

It would be that same mental readiness that would be shattered when he catches Klaus not only between the spectators but when he sees him with a face that he knows. It would be much worse if Alexander noticed the Bratva man first and THEN seeing that the person he is talking to is Klaus. It would hit him like a ton of bricks.

He would do his best to continue performing while his concentration is broken like this, the reason why he has done all of it and invested all of his time and sweat for this performance would have been lost. The ache for the calmness and quietness, the innate excitement of staring out into near blackness while everything but the music was so quiet. The nervousness that made him feel so alive while he was simultaneously trying to stay calm and feel the moves, trying to perform his best extension and cleanest lines. The emotional resonance when dancing, when he was shedding all those dark thoughts and emotions, stepping into the light and dissolving into music. That overall wonderful and magical feeling that he wanted to feel and claim for himself, one more time. Unachieved.

He would feel like a tragedy. The reality is that there is no escaping from how he feels and what life is for him. The past will not take him back and he would start to question if the past held anything for him to begin with, if the present already does not. Where is his place? Somewhere where friendships are much too complicated and where he was without the right to have them. To have any connection outside of work, really. Because none of it is real. He is not real.

Tldr; not good.

Then he wouldfall into work mindset solely.

[ihmissutta]

//😩 not another reason they could be friends through tobacco

They have so much potential to be an phenomenal duo together that Gets Things Done but they chose to stubborn and butt heads instead and prefer making things harder for one another than they need to be.

But yes I am all for them bonding over their guilty pleasures. Small moments of peace they can appreciate and admit that the other does have some taste hhh Both willfully ignoring that said guilty pleasure are quite unhealthy coping mechanisms :')

[kisumitenderly]

there's nothing you can say to convince me otherwise. my mind is made up

Klaus sounded certain.

Kisumi knew better than continuing arguing a moot point. “Then why are you still here then?” He asked aloud as he was stuck staring back at the other. If he wasn’t going to help him, fine. He would need to find others that could help align with him and be the muscle he needed. The politics when dealing with allegations was difficult, he should be able to understand.

But it was still a blow.

He was hoping that putting his neck out there to offer an alliance would be helping matters. If Kisumi could say nothing to alter his position then he needed to say something that might make Klaus’ own mind reel. “If you’re so certain to be gone, leave.”