#effigist

[contropasso]

/ @effigist replied ; lock the fuck in, pookie

ㅤㅤㅤHE CAN'T ! HE CAN'T ! HE CAN'T DO THIS ALONE !! HE'S HORRIFIED !!! HOPELESS !!

ㅤㅤㅤOh look, it's Marcus …

ㅤㅤㅤ70% courage gained, super effective !

[pyfog]

@effigist replied ; Can finsen show this to marcus . He would like it only because of the wheel KXNSKSNSNSN

ㅤㅤTRRRRRR TRRRRRRRR TRRRRRㅤ❝ ―Is it the sound that relaxes you ? The shape ? Perhaps the movement ? I can hasten the pace should it please you. ❞

[never-surrender]

@effigist // Tengen

Tengen hadn't been expecting to run into anybody on a day like today ... if anything he was counting on nobody being around that he knew as he made his way through the streets. With his dangling jewels swaying with each step he took, Tengen's expression was far off as he carried the box along, not recognizing Iguro at first until they were nearly colliding together. Stopping before that could happen, Tengen blinks once, twice, three times before that stupid, brilliant smile of his rises to his features.

"Ah! Iguro, I didn't expect to run into you today," he hesitates, visibly so, before continuing. "What are you doing out this time of day?" usually slayers were asleep this time of day, a fact that has Tengen adjusting the box in his hands

[antisatiric]

@effigist ( jouno ) / starter call.

"Hey, I'll have you know we've changed our ways. I mean, we're probably still a threat hypothetically, but speaking realistically, we're not gonna do shit."

Not that Twain is in any position to be talking about what the other three do with their time, but he's pretty sure it'll be a while before any plans the size of decimating Yokohama get put into action unless things get really desperate. Just because he isn't after the Book anymore doesn't mean that the others aren't, too, but he withholds that information for the sake of appearing a little more harmless.

"I mean, there's like, four of us, what are we gonna do? And even if we were gonna do something I'm not the guy who'd know. I just work here. Sorta. Actually I do a whole lotta nothin' while everyone else does business. I'm not even sure what kinda work we do outside of that, uh, security camera stuff."

He's rambling more than he needs to, overplaying his own fear---the false perception that he might be afraid tends to be his greatest weapon when he's in a pinch, and this Hunting Dog doesn't even seem like he was intending to run into a member of the Guild---really, it was Twain who had approached him in the first place.

[pyfog]

ㅤㅤ❛ I wouldn't say bad. More like .... Uncomfortable. ❜ Ah, full of energy today too, huh? A laugh effortlessly meets the other's struggles as he's shaken in place. Must be yesterday's bountiful dinner― A certain someone has made sure the chicken disappeared from the table pretty quickly; fortunately for everyone around, the manor's owner has been quite generous with their hospitality. ❛ I could fix it, yes― however, I doubt you'd actually want me to. Habits are a hard thing to let go of after all. ❜ His shoulders relax from the sudden grip, and taking advantage of Emil's confusion, he breaks free from his grip with ease just to take a few steps to the side; his hand grasping his own chin as he observes the other's peculiar clothes with more attention.

❛ You almost remind me of restricted areas. ❜ A hand now points at the numerous straps decorating his 'clothes' ❛ You are no hunter, yet it almost looks as if we should be more wary of you than them. Do these hold a meaning here ? ❜ With a single poke to Emil's back, he seems to reconsider his initial statement. ❛ Well, maybe this one might be needed. You are always slouching around my friend. ❜

/ @effigist from: x

[pyfog]

ㅤㅤ❛ ―I'm not done yet, and that's all you can give me? Up, up! Make it worth it! ❜ / @effigist for a small starter !

[pyfog]

🦁 𝓚𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓸𝓷𝓮. 🎱 ✨ 💐 💕

ㅤ❛ It  isn't  mine,  it  isn't― ❜  He  hurriedly  corrects  himself  despite  the  lack  of  an  actual  accusation  being  thrown  his  way.  ❛ ….  You  understand  this,  Marcus..  Mr.  Thorne.  Right? ❜  It's  just  another  ‘slab’,  it's  his  responsibility,  it's  his  end  of  the  deal  to  take  care  of  them  now.  Surely  he  has  told  him  about  his  ‘job’,  hasn't  he?  Burying  his  gaze  back  to  the  small  mountain  of  dirt,  his  grip  tightens  around  the  neck  of  his  shovel,  almost  mimicking  the  unsettling  and  narrowing  sensation  down  his  throat  that  the  exchange  was  making  him  feel.  It  doesn't  take  long  for  the  implications  he  orchestrated  inside  his  head  to  shut  down  his  usual  eagerness  to  interact  with  him,  and  as  a  result,  he  turns  his  back  around,  managing  to  eliminate  the  possibility  of  Marcus  inquiring  anything  further  from  him.  ❛ Now,  if  you'll  please  excuse  me..  God  be  with  you. ❜

[drfeelgreed]

❝ you never stop barking , huh ? what a nuisance you are . make like a good , loyal little mutt &. heel . ❞

/ ayatsuji for victor ! sorry about the dog stuff . ☹️

"Oh? You want me to be quiet? You want me to shut the fuck up? I've got some goddamn news for 'ya, pal. Your little unflappable act doesn't intimidate me one bit." Victor delivers his tirade with a sense of triumph that he doesn't completely deserve to have, and a commendable lack of actual intimidation. "Let me tell you something---I eat guys like you for breakfast. DON'T QUOTE ME ON THAT."

His scowl deepens, if such a thing is even possible. It seems that he's ended up putting himself in a worse mood, but he's going to pin the blame for his unfortunate turn of phrase on Ayatsuji.

"I don't sit back and listen to just anyone who thinks they can tell me what to do. You're a little dangerous, so you think the entire world's gonna sit back and tiptoe around your pathetic little ass every time you make a snide remark? Well buckle the hell up! I've got a job to do here and I'm. Gonna. Do it. Why don't you heel? Why don't you sit your ass right down and listen to the words that are coming out of my fucking mouth? Jesus Christ. 'Heel, little doggie!' Shut the fuck up."

unprompted. / always accepting.