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[ruinbuilt]

     ❝ SOMETHING’S COMING. ❞ HE doesn’t need prophetic dreams to see that. Something’s set its teeth in the city that it can’t quite shake loose. The people of New Babylon breathe between hair triggers, a kind of tension barely holding them all together. When Anakin can sleep, he dreams of fire. Flames climbing through his mind && blotting out all sustainable logic. He dreams of dying in ways that don’t end with his body in the ground. ❝ Something bad. ❞

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[nakedmohawk]

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On the streets of a calm city, walked a rather tall man wearing a black-tshirt and cargo pants, his most distinguishing feature was definitely the bright red mohawk and pointy eyebrows. Tsumugu Kinagase, once a man responsible to save humanity, now demoted to a mere bounty hunter. Honestly, the man tried to live a honest life, he’d applied to multiple different jobs and even had his hand on  some of them, but in the end...the man just couldn’t get away from conflict, how could he? The man was born in it, his entire life was just him struggling to survive the next, how could a man like that just...go back to live peacefully? It was impossible, so he decided to stop fighting, and just do what he was born to do.

His target was a man in his forties with a comb-over, wearing a pretty flamboyant suit. According to his client, this man been stealing money from his company under the wraps for over 3 years, but never got any consistent evidence of it. His goal was simple, to retrieve the man and send it back to his client, alive, so that the boss could recover some of the lost wealth.

Once Tsumugu finally got sight of his target, he calmly put on a hat, as to hide his mohawk, and started to tail him at a somewhat safe distance, trying to blend in the crowd. The plan was simple, once he got closer enough to the other, he’d shoot a needle on a nervous point of his target’s neck, paralyzing for long enough as to tie him up and take him to his client. All that he needs in order to achieve his goal was just the right moment.

[scattrd]

She full on tackles her mother hugging her tight, because holy shit.

she   stumbles —–—– yet   her   legs   are   quick   to   steady   as   she   adjusts   her   arms   ‘round   her   daughter’s   frame.   at   first   her   hold   is   stiff —–—   ‘til   her   hands   shift   to   embrace   yang;   one   hand   between   her   shoulder   blades,   the   other   finding   her   mid - back.   she   doesn’t   speak,   instead   resting   her   chin   against   yang’s   shoulder   as   a   smile   tugs   at   the   corners   of   her   lips.