#ilfateds

[amourem]

( con't. ) // @ilfateds

gaining control of the underground syndicate had been easy enough, but as always, keeping control over jouno was another thing entirely. his mission partner seemingly having far too much fun tormenting both those in charge of the operation, and those forced to conform to rules made by the administration they had demolished. waving around his threats with an ease that made his eye twitch, fingers habitually falling to the hilt of his sword, ready. there would only be so much he could listen to before the threats started to sound like promises. “ jouno, ” tone direct, a warning. tetchou stepped forward and took his place at his side, casting a look of good counsel to him, that he was sure he would perceive by the words that followed, alone. “ stop playing with them, you made your point already. ”

ㅤㅤㅤ𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒅  𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒈  𝒐𝒇  𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓  𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒅𝒊𝒎  space,  thundering  pulses  and  beaded  sweat  a  blight  upon  his  senses.  the  whimpers  of  the  beings  before  him  fills  the  hunting  dog  with  both  jubilation  and  disgust.  the  threads  of  power  wove  tightly  in  his  hand,  a  call  for  pennant  justice  that  he  could  so  easily  begin  to  dish  out  (  fillet  the  skin,  crack  the  bones,  harm  the  mind  )  were  it  not  for  his  obnoxiously  upright  partner  tightening  his  grip  on  his  proverbial  leash.  the  second  his  deep  tenor  permeates  the  air  between  them,  jouno's  shoulders  go  rigid,  the  saber  in  his  hand  twitching  enough  to  nick  the  sensitive  skin  of  the  criminal  on  his  knees  before  him.  the  scent  of  copper  fills  the  air  -  though  it  is  only  a  droplet,  and  jouno  scoffs  his  annoyance.  

ㅤㅤㅤyet,  he  sheaths  his  blade  all  the  same,  removing  the  heel  of  his  boot  from  a  crushed  wrist,  and  tilts  his  head  up  towards  the  taller  man,  delicate  features  narrowed  with  aggravation.  the  smell  of  fear  rises  as  jouno  bares  his  teeth  at  tetchou  in  warning,  but  it  is  quickly  cut  by  warm,  earthen  amber...  sun,  sweat,  the  trees.  their  targets  terror  becomes  forgotten  background  noise  to  the  familiarity  of  tetchou  at  his  side.  god,  jouno  (  was addicted to  )  hated  him.    ❝  i'm  just  extracting  information,  tetchou-san.  you  don't  have  to  baby  sit  me.  go  watch  a  beehive  or  something  mundane.  ❞    he  raises  his  hand,  peeling  a  glove  away  from  long,  slender  fingers.  jouno  truly  must've  been  in  a  foul  mood  to  directly  deny  tetchou's  first  call  of  warning  -  when  he'd  been  quicker  to  backdown  at  his  behest  lately.  not  this  time  though  -  and  that  scent  of  fear  was  back,  thick  as  ever.

[bllakc4tmoved]

THE FELINE FATALE, : ONCE AGAIN ON THE PROWL! the cool evening breeze felt upon 𝐕𝐈𝐗𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒, as she leaps across rooftops, graceful as ever in all the misfortune she brings! ... soon enough, silently, feet land upon the rooftop of her target : luxorious building owned by a man who aimed to use his wealth to deal business with other rats of the city, AIMING TO BRING DESTRUCTION! SO, BAD LUCK WAS WAITING TO BE SERVED, was it not? ( all that wealth better in her paws than theirs. ) ... with careful percision, 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈𝐍, glass of the window cut like paper as she carves a perfect circle, TO ALLOW HER TO SNEAK IN!

LUCK MANIPULATED, : WORKING TO HER ADVANTAGE, every possible alarm turning off by itself, ( what a shame! ) ... ❝ you'd think they'd get better security, ❞ 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅, confident, knowing it is not like she gets caught. &. even should she be spotted, just let his security test their luck against hers. ... THOUGH CONFIDENT, &. LUCKY, it is not only felicia's ability that has gotten her this far. it is skill practiced &. perfected, something that runs in the family. ... she had her eyes on this target, searching everything up, kept eye on his movements, taken a note of his levels of security, &. it seemed he spared no expense on security guards. so, she was prepared to scratch tonight. ... 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐓, she sneaks the hallways, needless to say those few unfortunate security guards that cross the path of this black cat are sent upon a quick cat - nap. &. soon enough, she reaches the bedroom of her target, the two large doors swung open with a kick of her heel, ( if only for the dramatics. ) GET PROOF, MAKE SURE HE GETS CAUGHT BY THE AUTHORITIES &. BREAK INTO HIS VAULT. this was her goal ... but jade hues settle upon a different sight than she expected upon entering. ❝ what the ... ❞ BROWS FURROW UNDERNEATH HER MASK, as she sees another figure, @ilfateds + houyi , already having her target into a chair. ❝ sorry darling, but i already had a date arranged here. ❞

[rottedfigs]

how foolish she feels, as the rain starts to fall in lone drops from the sky to make dark marks across the grey pavement beneath her feet. when her life revolves around her devices -- pc, phone, switch, you name it -- every single one of those has some form of a weather app, and somehow she missed the fact that it was supposed to rain before she made out on her adventure to the convenience store for a snack-filled lunch. thankfully, the rain wasn't getting heavy yet, and the comfort of her favourite hoodie is now bringing the shelter needed as she pulls it up over her head. plastic bag swinging at her side, hana does her best to not let the rain sway her mood. incredible day of streaming behind her, a nutritious lunch about to be devoured as she streams the latest episode of her favourite k-drama, a little taste of home.

umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella. @ilfateds

imagine her surprise when she is waiting for the lights to change and the traffic to stop, there is suddenly no gentle pats of water from the sky. eyes widen with concern, worried that her gentle stroll is about to be interrupted by chaotic curse activity, and she spins around to see what has blocked her. oh! an umbrella! OH! hana's face splits into a tender smile --- half-relief, half-kindness for a familiar face. ‟ seiko! my saviour! ”

hana has always been a lover, to everyone in her life, and has no problem showing such. it is this attitude that comes out of her as she presses her cheek against their shoulder in a half-attempt at a hug, despite her hands being full. ‟ what on earth are the chances you would come along and make my day. what are you doing here? ”

[rottedfigs]

sharpened little teeth are snapping together, clattering with happiness as she steps through the carnal mess left behind from their latest mission. visceral chunks of the devil strewn across the pavement, and best of all! there is so much blood! it is on her clothes, across her skin, everywhere! she skips as though she's a child in autumn, playing among the fallen leaves on the ground. and to her, it brings the same amount of joy as those core memory moments would. she is quickly snapped back to reality when she feels a hand on her shoulder.

blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver. @ilfateds

‟ ahh, what! ” it is less a question and more of a huff of defiance as she turns around to face aki. lazy hands on her hips and power stands there, a feverish caricature of an annoyed teenager, blood splattered across her face without much of a care. thankfully, the nosy crowd has not yet started to gather, and there is not many other people in the street other than the police officers who had been called to the scene. there is no-one to bare witness to her blatant disregard of his position as her manager. her handler. whatever they wanted to call him. she could still tear him apart limb from limb if she wanted to! she is so certain of it! when he reaches out a hand toward her, her instinct is to flinch away. touch has never been a strong suit for her. too personal when it doesn't involve pain. but she stands strong, she refuses to show complete weakness. it is even more uncomfortable when his fingers brush gently across her cheek. chunks of innards that had semi-dried to her skin comes away with them. ‟ hey! i was saving that for later. ” out goes her hand, palm open and ready to receive. ‟ give it back! ”

[ak4rin-moved]

finger pushes sunglasses further over bridge of her nose as she gets out of the car, studying her surroundings before thanking the manager for taking them to the site. what they know so far is that there are at least two cursed spirits inside, different grades - she'll take the lower as an unwritten rule nitta finds ridiculous but is not too keen on bringing up in any conversation with gakuganji. "let's do some reckon first? then split up accordingly?" she doesn't want to boss around albeit it comes quite easy, the obvious modus operandi they have going on worked for most of their assignments so far. "i can lower the veil, let's not bother our manager further."

STARTER , @ilfateds

[adamanteine-a]

hazy morning sunshine licks at the branches of the apricot tree behind her, illuminating the contours of her face, the shine of her eyes. a blue smudge on a canvas painted white and gray. the air smells of pine cones and something quite smokey. it courses through her burning lungs when she inhales, exhales, a breath of vapor that scatters up into the sky. it was weather she wasn't quite used to. had this been her own home, she'd never even imagine a day where she'd see snow, unless she was on the mountains, but it was a pretty sight, she'll admit. her head tilts as she hears @ilfateds' footsteps, already knowing who it is. shams always finds the different councils overlapping at times, especially when their species where involved (and gods know the reera are always involved). she already knows what kind of world they both live in, how unforgiving it can be, towards both humans and their respective species. how many people die every day, every second. and she takes careful measures, day by day, to keep everyone away from any trouble it may cause, but even she can only do so much. she finally turns, soft smile on her lips. ``     altair.    `` a pause. ``     it is lovely to see you again. i was hoping under better circumstances, though.    `` she comes closer, eyebrow raising so that they may go inside to discuss the matter.

[adamanteine-a]

@ilfateds: do you think me a magician?

a familiar voice tickles her ear amongst the silence even now and she flips the page of the book in her hands. she can feel alder's gaze on her, trailing over her expression— searching, analyzing. she lets him, as she's quite used to it from everyone else. she glances up from her book. she's seated at one of the tables of the repository and for a minute, the breeze pushes through the open windows so that she may feel them herself. ``     would you like to be? i believe you'd make a lovely magician, alder.    `` shams asks in response to his question. she keeps her amused smile on her face as she places her book on the table, though her thumb and pointer finger keep her page in place. ``     there are plenty of books that you may find in the actual library, but i thought that wasn't the reason you came here.    `` she chuckles, before lifting a calloused hand up to finger the tie that holds her hair in a bun. she glances back at him, before a mischievous smile settles on her face. she gives the tie one sharp tug and the bun falls away. brown hair drops, resting on her shoulders.

``     my brother told me quite a few things about you, you know. i don't think he ever mentioned you being a magician.    `` a pause as her head tilts. ``     or did he simply forget?    `` she stands up as she begins to walk towards him so the two of them are in front of the same shelf. it's quite an interesting collection, really. she tilts her head once again. ``     you won't find it here. if anything, you ought to look into the history of why they were discarded.    `` she lets out a breath. ``     there are quite a few documents on the rites in general, but less so about the person you're wanting to learn about.    `` she stops in her tracks, moving to a different section. ``     although, there is this one about early records of solaceon.    `` she holds it firm in her hands. ``     would that be of any help?    ``

[memuntos]

001.   the seaside ,  as the sun is setting . \ seiko + noemi 👁️

a small wave lapped up against the shore and kissed the tip of her bare feet. noemi had never been fond of the water, its great depths scared her. an unknown beast that could swallow her whole. but even she wasn’t one to deny the bliss that came from the sun beating down on her warmed cheeks while her hands and feet were gently caressed by the salty water. her head was tilted skywards as if the girl was so parched that she desperately needed to drink the last rays of sunlight she could. the scuttling of a small crab across her fingers caused her to open one eye and swiftly lift her hand with the creature now frantically racing around her palm. she shoved her arm out to seiko with a bright smile. “ hey, it looks like you ! ” the crab looked nothing like the latter but it had become an inside joke between the two to point at nondescript items and proclaim its likeliness to each other.

she snorted in amusement and lowered her hand so to let the critter scurry off and bury itself back into the safety of the sand. she then turned to seiko and jutted a thumb over her shoulder to the horizon. “ so how’d you even find this place ? ” it must have been a secret considering the winding path they had taken and the fences they had jumped to get there. the journey had definitely been worth the trek. her attention turned back to the expansive sea in front of her and she pulled her knees to her chest. “ crazy isn’t it, ” her voice sounded faraway as if noemi was no longer there. her body was but a shell as her soul flittered about without a tether. “ one day you’re fighting for your life and the next it’s like that was nothing but a strange dream. ”

she rested her chin atop her knees and looked over at her friend with a small smile. “ don’t get me wrong, i love what we do but it’s crazy to think that in another life this is all we’d have to worry about; whether or not we’ll catch the sunset. ”