#lylatruler

[serpentt-a]

❛     my    my ,   seems    someone    has   gained    some    more    admirers   in    my    absence .     ❜

[papetoonvulpine]

❝ you’re about to experience the wrath of a god. ❞

[ Losers ] || ACCEPTING ]

            A sneer, despite everything, broke James’ quiet air of resolution, and wrought the dizzying weight of reality back as those words settled. The light was blistering, threatening to wash out any detail the vulpine might have once discerned--and it was fine. That breath against his temple then was hot, sour, hissing discontent--He wouldn’t give in. He wouldn’t give HIM the satisfaction even as he watched the good doctor unwind the furl of his cruel utensils. Silence. Andross deserved his SILENCE, not a word. Not one-- 

The former scientist drew closer, and (for the first time since their reunion) bore the brunt of his cobalt gaze into Andross’ own.

“Hey.”

Goddammit.

         “She never loved you.

                You murdered her--You’re a murderer.          Nothing you do to me will ever change that.”

[gunslinggd]

@lylat-ruler​

❝     YOUR   𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍    DON’T    SEEM   TO    BE    TAKIN’   TOO     𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙻𝚈    TO   MY    BEIN’    HERE .  .  .   ❞

        𝙰𝙽𝙳    𝙳𝙾𝙽’𝚃    𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴   𝙷𝙸𝚂    𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙳𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶    𝙰𝚂   𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙽, ---------  ;   he’d    never   be    caught    with   a    bleeding    heart   for    another.    though   the    cobra’s    presence    ---   their    distain    ---   was    cause    for   annoyance.    unease   sat    coiled    tight   in    the    gunslinger,    a    sort    of   healthy    paranoia.    it   wouldn’t    be    the   first    time    someone   had    attempted    to   cross    him,    and   he’s    certain    it   wouldn’t    be    the   last.    though    he   keeps    the    venom   from    his    tone   if    only    for   the    moment,    only   his    common    drawl   and    heat    was   present    in    the   old    diamondback’s    rasp   as    he    rattles   on.    fiery    orbs,   like    burning    coals,   embers    from    the   very    pits    of   hell    he    was   sure    he    came   from,    peer    out   the    observation    deck.   down,    down,    looking   upon    the    cobra   with    near    intrigue,   before    drawing    his   sight    back    to   his    boss.    never   minding    how    he’d   interrupted    his    briefing   from    the    ape,   he    was    far   too    busy    prodding   him.    testing   the    waters    so   to    speak.    tip   of    his    had   obscures    his    complexion,    save   for    those    eyes,   like    some    burning   blade    seeking    to   cut    through    him.   sight    never    falters   for    a    moment   as    he    puffs   on    a    cigar,   putting    those    dying   embers    to    shame   as    smoke    plumes   from    his    lips.

[coyoteeugly]

"Leave the pentagram. It makes people question things."

❝   yes   sir.   ❞      although   she   could   respect   the   entire   ‘ wildcard ’   agenda,   she   feared   getting   too   comfortable.   lest   she   has   a   repeat   of   the   incident   with   the   feline   at   the   bar   when   she   first   got   here.

❝   ...okie   dokie,   if   you   don’t   need   anything   else   I’ll   get   out   of   your   way.   ----   oh !   I   also   started   warming   up   the   little   electric   kettle   so   you   could   make   your   noodles.   I   hope   that’s   okay.   ❞

[coyoteeugly]

AND I QUOTE!

* incorrect quotes generator.    /    accepting.

on   hands   and   knees   she   remains,   as   she   finishes   up   the   drawing   on   the   floor.   only   to   be   interrupted   by   the   low   voice   behind   her,   that   seems   to   give   her   quite   a   start.   (   when   had   he   gotten   there,   and   how   did   he   arrive   so   quietly?   )         ❝   Coyote...   why   did   you   draw   a   pentagram   on   the   floor?   ❞         fumbling   for   the   words   she   quickly   manages   a   response,   meekly   bending   under   his   formidable   gaze.

❝   well,   ‘cause   you   said   --   said   to   satanize   the   place   before   you   got   back,   sir.   ❞

a   bout   of   silence   between   them,   her   response   only   seeming   to   exacerbate   his   exhaustion   as   he   gathers   the   energy   to   correct   her.         ❝   I   wrote   sanitize,   Coyote.   ❞

mouth   opens   but   soon   closes,   puffing   her   cheeks   up   as   she   avoids   his   gaze   and   feels   her   face   grow   warm   beneath   the   fur.

❝   ah,   yeah   that...   that   makes   more   sense.   ❞

[coyoteeugly]

"Is there something that you would like to address with me Jamie? You are welcome to speak to me in private, there's clearly something you need to get off your chest."

❝   Oh !  Well --  no  I -- I  was  just -- uh  thinking  about  something  else  actually.  I .  .  . talk  out  loud  to  conversations  I  have  in  my  head  sometimes,  it’s -- it’s  nothing.  Just  a  weird  thing  I  do.   ❞

It  wasn’t  entirely  a  lie.

[lawlessromantic]

Have you ever... fought in the Lylat War? Or were you unaffiliated?

“Ha! I turned down contracts from armchair vigilantes on either side.” 

“Skirmishes between nations are best left to the bureaucrats who start them, no? I refuse to risk my life and conscience for their ambitions.”

[coyoteeugly]

Interestingly, all eyes do not immediately meet his upon entering the room, like he's grown accustomed to. All parties are rather preoccupied, their saucer-sized eyes are glued to a ruckus that was taking place in the center of the bar. Another large ape, with his hand clamped around an alligator's threatening maw, the gator in turn kept a fistful of the ape's fur in one hand, his fist slamming into the monkey's jaw. Andross says nothing as he sits down at the bar and patiently awaits service.

Coyote    stays    behind    the    bar    as    Maggie    instructed ,    but    his    heart    nearly    stops    when    he    sees    the    ape    sit    down    at   the    bar .       How    could    this    get    any    worse .       Looking    up    at    Maggie    for    some    sort    of    reassurance    he    was    frightened    to    see    that    she    looked    fearful    too .

He    watches    her    as    she    moves    forward    and    prepares    his    drink    for    him ,    silently    setting    it    before    him    with    a    napkin ,    and    moving    away    to    shoo    Coyote    back    further    into    the    backroom    and    kitchen    area .