#emarciid

[shrapnelthots]

Heartlines

Yasuki hid behind a small tree only a few short kilometres from the outskirts of the city. In the distance he could see his target--a large wolf. Finally, finally he had found the thing. 

The assassin had been quite stupefied when he had been given his latest assignment. The blond was almost insulted by the request. A highly efficient assassin with years of experience was not the same as a poacher. Still--the creature had proven itself to be harder to find than he had originally bargained for.

Apparently the thing was disturbing his client with it’s loud noises and cries--he wasn’t to return until this wolf problem had been fully dealt with. By now the beginnings of dawn could be seen on the horizon, and Yasuki took another step towards the wolf. He did not want it to notice him stalking it. He had been up all night first of all even finding the thing-- and now he was only just getting in reach of it. He kept one hand on the handle of the sheathed dagger that was sitting on his lower back as he walked. 

When the man was only a few meters from the canine he pulled up short--something was wrong. It was only a second before the creature before him began to change. What the hell was happening here? 

[5bithearts-blog]

>> execute starter: @emarciid​

>> 🔊 ' Excuse me. '

-- Said a loud voice - evidently one trying to catch attention, but in a very hollow and unfeeling way. Hideo hurried after the stranger from the store, one firm fist clenched around something they'd forgotten - if it was lost, it had to be given back, and then the person who lost it would be happy again.

>> 🔊 ' Excuse me, you left something. I came to give it back to you. ' }

[meitantci]

@emarciid.

           “Um, excuse me,” he states in English, “you’re not supposed to smoke here. Ah, if you want to smoke, you’ll have to move a few feet away from this building.” 

[omertaveined-blog]

@emarciid.

        a finely arched eyebrow is raised in question, “That looks difficult.”

[telysionah-blog]

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he had begun to find it ODDLY INTRIGUING the way he would go to her for the most mundane of things , or the most OUTRAGEOUS that he wasn't sure if she even enjoyed having him knock on her door . he would come for sugar ( which was odd , he hated sweet things ) , would come when something important was happening on cable and since he doesn't know how to hook it up he DOES NOT HAVE IT , and that one time he got locked out of his house and figured that just SITTING OUTSIDE HER DOOR UNTIL SHE OPENED IT would be a good idea .

again talbot found himself standing there , holding a paper in his hand . she'd left it taped to his door , asking for an ESCORT TO THE GROCERY STORE . did that mean he was to be turning in for all the things he had her do ? probably .

' man , you're getting yourself into a lot ... , his silent thought to himself , before he raised a gloved hand , FINGERS PURPLE UNDERNEATH , eyes shut as he knock thrice upon her door . " ms . aspen ? " his voice , HARDLY MECHANICAL anymore , sounded from behind the wood . " it's talbot , next door . i got your note , "

[delasieur-archived-blog]

@emarciid was owed a starter! // [ x ]

HOW ODD IT WAS, to be employed for such a purpose. purpose--. . . he had never thought he would be noticed for that set of skills, so how odd it was, indeed. but far from displeasing.

surely, the duration of his employment would depend on how many customers he drew to the establishment and  not on the coffee he could be found brewing in his short  nooks of breaktime. the coffee which originally he was not  supposed to have been brewing in the first place, but had  been permitted to once patrons had started requesting.

a notice which, at being told by his client, had given him  the slightest tinge of smugness--yet it had remained a short-lived stain of egotism which he quickly wiped clean. 

but, he returned to the present--to that sweet aroma of crisp  and high-quality beans and the distinct scent of vanilla being  crushed. and he returned to the hint of burn in his elbow and  deltoid from the stiff position of his arm as he drew it over  the strings of his violin--as he drew more curious customers  into the shop with it’s sounds.

there’s nothing like this, he thought, while the music made its  way from his mind, and materialized into glorious sound.

[snxwcrest-blog]

starter for @emarciid

Darkness was just beginning to fall over the city, day surrendering to night to streak the streets with shadows. The work day had ended for Felix, who now faced the minor horror of three days (in a row!) off. Although he had only just left work, he was already filled with a boredom-laced sense of dread. In no rush to get to the emptiness of his apartment, Felix decided to take a detour along the highway. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting. Perhaps he was hoping that, if he delayed long enough, he would be called back to work for something.

But there was never any phone call. There was only the darkness and the occasional headlight which cut through the night like a blade. As he approached the City, the streetlights grew more frequent, veils of light descending into the cement. The horizon was dotted with orbs from the City, which, at seven, was still alight with life.

As he approached, he spotted a figure along the sidewalk, thumb extended into the road. Cars passed, but none stopped. Felix considered passing as well, but… it was dark now, and the highway was notorious, at least with the police force, for its danger. Reluctant, he breathed a sigh and pulled over not far ahead of the stranger. He climbed out of the vehicle, which, without its headlights on, might have been lost in the night. Facing toward the stranger, he lifted his hand, waving them over.