#maneo:openstarter

[maneoxvalerius]

ωнαт'¢нα ηєє∂, ∂σℓℓ?

No worries, babe, they’ll never find the body. // open to: veritas

Valerius felt the disturbance of energy before she ever saw anyone step foot in the otherwise empty lunch room. She was pretty apt at identifying the members of Veritas by their general energy signatures, or their “vibes” as Jaehyun had once called them, and right away Valeri could tell that something wasn’t quite right with whoever was about to round that corner. She peered over the pages of the novel she wasn’t able to focus on and greeted the newcomer with a nod, and the simplest “Hey, love.” 

Her eyes darted back to the pages in an attempt to mind her own fucking business, but the energy radiating off them in waves was thick. Something wasn’t quite right, and it didn’t exactly take an empath like herself to figure that out. Body language spoke volumes. Not necessarily as loud as vibes, but loud enough that she couldn’t just ignore it. A small sigh passed through her red-painted lips as she set her book down. 

“Babe, I say this with the utmost love in my heart. Really, I do. You look like a fuckin’ mess.” the demon spoke with a tone that left no room for argument as she gestured widely at the general vicinity of her company. “And your energies are all wrong. Out of whack. C’mon, spill. What’s wrong, doll?” 

[maneoxmichelangelo]

ᴅᴏɴ ᴋᴀʀᴍᴀ

It’s an odd feeling, coming home to a place you’ve never seen before... // open starter >> invictus members

He’d been gone for two years. 

His pack had been fighting tooth and nail during his absence, struggling to reclaim all that was lost in the crossfire and flames of the New Year’s massacre. He’d spent nearly 8 months in a coma, had spent so much time in critical condition, it was a miracle he was able to stand here, in the new Lupos base. The Foxhole it had been named. It was cute. Almost as cute as the girl who had helped see this all to fruition.

Leona. Hisoka. His daughter. His second in command had perished in the flames, and with himself in a coma, that left the pack without a leader. And his baby girl had done so well. She did not mean to become the pack alpha, but she’d stepped up to the plate. She took the initiative to protect and defend her family, and honestly, with the help of Chanwoo, Sungmin, and Vic? They’d managed to make Lupos nearly unrecognizable when he returned. 

They’d managed to set up not only a full-fledged bar fueled by good people and honest work. They had refurbished an entire building to create living spaces for the low-income members. They’d built a columbarium with a memorial in The Foxhole for the fallen members. Leona and Chanwoo had taken the time needed to focus on family, not the family business. They had taken care of their own first and foremost, and Vince could cry whenever he thought about how proud he was of those kids. 

Of course, though, it was like he said. 

So much had changed, Lupos was unrecognizable. 

The Foxhole was home to many, but to him, this was his first time in the halls of HQ. He knew the mapping of The Underground like the back of his hand, but The Underground was no more. This... new facility was foreign to him. Leona had left him in his office a while ago, and while yes he had gotten the tour of the place, he was in awe for the majority of it and he hadn’t really been paying attention to where everything was. 

Which is why he now wandered the halls, rather aimlessly in search of the lunchroom he’d heard Leona mention earlier. He was dying to see the cup-noodle vending machine his daughter had mentioned buying for the space, and while he couldn’t condone her spending that much money yet, he had yet to see it with his own eyes. He reached a door at the end of a hall... was this the hall she’d said to go down? He thought to himself as he opened the door—

right into someone’s face. 

“Jesus fuckin’ I am so sorry-” the apologies flowed from his lips. Way to go. Hit someone with a door on your first day back. Good job, boss. 

[maneoxsidus]

𝕆𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕋𝕒𝕟𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕪

Pick your poison, but I’m not the menu // open starter

Weeknights were never what one would call “busy” at Sunrise.

So much so that Hisoka found herself organizing bottles for fun most nights, or polished glasses until she could see her reflection in them. Okay, maybe not that literally, but managing the upkeep of the place was far better than doing nothing all day. The djinn had considered looking into having the bar host those paint and wine nights or something, if only to add a bit of liveliness to the space during her shifts.

That’s not to say that the place was totally empty, to be fair. Sunrise simply looked more like a simple bar with a few regulars rather than the bumping club it usually is on the nights of weekends. Sunrise boasted a modern, but comfortable atmosphere. Not so modern it feels upscale by any means, but it’s more than your dingy drive bar. Maybe that was the reason they even had regulars on weeknights? Did people who came to bars on weeknights do it for the atmosphere? Hisoka honestly had no idea, she just ran the place. Didn’t matter very much which two ways why they were here.

Her back had been turned when she heard someone slide into of the bar-stools near her, and the blonde called out over her shoulder as she struggled to put a bottle of rum back up on the shelf it belonged on, “I’ll be with ya in just a minute!”  With one last stretch on her tippy-toes she managed to push the bottle back in its place with the label facing the front. She gave it a wide, satisfied grin as she nodded in accomplishment, “There we go! Now! What can I getcha?” she asked as she turned around to face the patron at the bar. 

[maneoxsidus]

ℙ𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕆𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕋𝕒𝕟𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕪

Weeknights were never what one would call “busy” at Sunrise. 

So much so that Hisoka found herself organizing bottles for fun most nights, or polished glasses until she could see her reflection in them. Okay, maybe not that literally, but managing the upkeep of the place was far better than doing nothing all day. The djinn had considered looking into having the bar host those paint and wine nights or something, if only to add a bit of liveliness to the space during her shifts. 

That’s not to say that the place was totally empty, to be fair. Sunrise simply looked more like a simple bar with a few regulars rather than the bumping club it usually is on the nights of weekends. Sunrise boasts a modern, but comfortable atmosphere. It’s not so modern it feels upscale by any means, but it’s miles above some dingy drive bar. Maybe that was the reason they even had regulars on weeknights? Did people who came to bars on weeknights do it for the atmosphere? Hisoka honestly had no idea, she just owned the place. Didn’t matter very much which two ways why they were here.

So when someone sat down at the bar, the only question the overly friendly bartender asked with a beaming smile was, “What can I getcha?”