#modwild

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Anonymous said to yakuzalounge:H-Hewwo?

“Who let a child in here? Get it out.” 

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Anonymous said to yakuzalounge:you have pretty lower eyelashes sir

“... Thank you.” 

Needless to say, Overhaul wasn’t much of one to receive compliments. He knew even less of what to do with them when they showed up. But, he needed to remain professional and polite, so a simple acknowledgement would have to do. 

He did like the sir part. Maybe this mysterious person would come out from hiding and join the organization at some point. 

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skytheghostgirl said to yakuzalounge: Are you Kai Chisaki?

Overhaul visibly bristled for a moment, before relaxing himself. He cleared his throat, straightening his tie, trying with all his might to hold back the spite and contempt in his voice.

“I abandoned that name. Chisaki Kai is dead.” 

That name was a name fit for a man. However, Overhaul had given that up. He’d veered from the path of humanity, in his search and ambitions to equalize society. He was nothing but a monster, and a monster had no use for a human name. 

“Please,” he sighed, sharp eyes gazing through everything ahead of him, “Call me Overhaul.” 

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helenrenee said to yakuzalounge: Wear a cat ear headband for three asks

“... Why. Why would I do--?”

Before Chisaki could finish, a hair of cat headbands, possessed by a cackling Mimic, were shoved onto his head. 

Overhaul didn’t like cats, not a bit. They often stole what little food he could scavenge on the streets, hissing and clawing at him while he struggled getting in and out of dumpsters. 

He really, really, didn’t like cats.

Groans.

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blogalittlebitofthis said to yakuzalounge:How many masks or looks did you go through until you found this one?

“Looks? Not many. Masks? Plenty.” 

Overhaul thought back to how many masks he used to go through in a day. The surgical masks he wore when he was younger, after the Boss had taken him in, did their job spectacularly, but they had a short shelf life. He’d go through boxes upon boxes of them in months, and they were more expensive than gloves. 

But, the thought of not having a mask in a world filled with filth ... Chisaki visibly shuddered. Everywhere he looked he could see it, threatening to touch him, to infect him. Just the thought made his skin itch and his eyes water. 

“This mask, and the others I have like it, are durable, easy to clean, and fitted with a simple, but effective, filtration system. Clearly, if such a design worked during the age of the Bubonic plague, it could be modernized and put to use.”

Not that say that the look wasn’t part of it, too.  He liked the look. But no one really needed to know that, did they? 

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blogalittlebitofthis said to yakuzalounge: What would the mods do to make Overhaul real?

“I’d rather not think about it.” 

Wait, are you implying I’m not real? I think they’re the fictional ones.

Wild: *glances up from alchemic symbols on the ground, sacrifices splayed everywhere, a pile of medical gloves in the middle, eyes crazed* huh, what, i’m not dOING ANYTHING GET OUT

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To the one giving him a toblerone @skytheghostgirl

Overhaul cautiously took the offered treat, inspecting it with a critical eye. There were no obvious tears or tampering that he could see, but he’d still be testing it out on Rappa before partaking in the candy. 

“Trying time doesn’t quite cover it, I think.”

He turned the triangle-shaped box over in his hand, fingers glossing over the words; chocolate, sugar. Growing up in dingy alleyways, fishing food out of dumpsters ... He’d never experienced a treat so sweet until he was older, and secretly, he cherished the flavor. He set the box down on the table, biting back the touch of potential excitement -- after all, he couldn’t rule out the fact that it was probably chock full of poison as well -- and nodded his head. 

“Thanks.” 

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verystinkylizard said to yakuzalounge: Do you have any romantic interests?

Chisaki visibly raised an annoyed eyebrow, a sigh escaping him into the mask. 

“Right. This is what happens when you let anyone speak to you.”

He brought his gloved hands under his chin, peering at the invasive question with veiled distaste. Overhaul imagined all the couples he’d seen walking down the street in his lifetime – holding hands, trading pecking kisses, sharing a drink. He visibly shuddered at the thought.

“No. I don’t have time for romance, nor do I wish for anyone to touch me. I hear that’s a fairly important aspect of relationships.”