#demonic-chaotic

[dcfygraviity]

He peeks outside...

...and goes right back inside.

[errantscriptor]

@demonic-chaotic​ cont.

              “My name is Sigma. I used to manage the Grand Casino in the Sky.” It seemed so long ago now. “Now? Now I’m not much of anything. Though, I’m sorry, I can’t say I’ve ever heard of your Port Mafia. It seems peculiar to call yourself a dog for them though...”

[contueor]

@demonic-chaotic​ replied

‘So...that hasn’t been you stealing food?’

A rumbled huff, he doesn’t wish to answer that question. After all it’s always hard to tell from the young man’s tone just what his thoughts are in regards to his words. Was Rashomon in trouble? Or was he just inquiring?

Instead he just nods, sure it was him. But he was really hungry!

[cxnarius]

‘Blood’ sentence starters // Accepting

@demonic-chaotic​ said:  “Where did this blood come from?” - to any muse!

Michizo looks up from cleaning his gun, greeting his superior with a nonchalant salute and a roll of his eyes. 

“Few of the boys got into it about something. I put a stop to it before it got too bad, but one of ‘em got a good punch in before I got here. Don’t think it was anything serious though.”

[alternxs]

@demonic-chaotic​ asked “ isn’t it a bit early for you ? ” to Gin

Blair Witch Meme || Status: Accepting

She wanted to say ‘I need more coffee before I have this discussion with you’ as she dragged her feet. At least he hasn’t nagged her (and deservingly so) for not dropping off her gear and clothes or at the very least changed before coming home. Let alone change out of her clothes before she went to bed.

“It is 2 the afternoon.” She pointed out, which for a normal person would probably sound odd to any normal person but she didn’t have the energy to care after being upon until 10 in the morning.

“I’m making coffee.” She said, not really meaning it as anything more than a proclamation of a statement. “Talk to me after that.”

[kxramczov]

@demonic-chaotic​ asked “ killing is always the solution. ”

Blair Witch Meme || Status: Accepting

He didn’t roll his eyes. Nor did he allow it to show on his face but the annoyance was still there. Such a simple man, but it was fitting to what he had heard from ‘borrowed’ information from the police and the occasional source that has managed to see the beast in action and lived to be paid by him to describe it.

What happened after to those informants, of course being unimportant.

“Quite a way to look at things,” you stupid slow witted attack dog, “but what exactly happens when you need to keep someone alive?”

Not that he would honestly be surprised if the Port Mafia was smart enough to keep their little attack dog away from delicate procedures and activities.

[errantscriptor]

‘Me’ ;;

Send ‘Me’ if you want/wanted to interact but were too shy or had no idea how to approach me

*sticks my leggy out at you* Come.... love me.... love my muses as I love you and yours!!!!

[contueor]

'And just what trouble have you been up to?'

A slight whined growl. He’s been a good bork he swears.