#orderisoutofstyle

[kyuuzuchiha]

~ Starter  for  @orderisoutofstyle​ ~

“Pause.” Naruto groaned, eyes rolling as he turned to face Sasuke on the street. Sasuke went right to checking Naruto’s appearance meticulously—tidying a collar, tightening the tie, tweaking the tie clip, pulling each sleeve to peek out just so from beneath the sleeves of the blazer.

“Wish I could ditch this jacket,” Naruto grumbled.

“Blazer,” Sasuke corrected. “Even though I—”

“Asked me multiple times to get a sport jacket,” Naruto interjected to finish. “Yadda, yadda, what’s the difference?” Thinking better of that question, Naruto quickly added, “Don’t answer that,” for Sasuke would explain, and had already explained, the difference.

Sasuke’s lips quirked into a smirk. “Give it time. At some point, no one will care anymore,” he promised as he tugged each of his own sleeves in turn. “Alright...”

“Alright...” Naruto parroted. Bringing his only friend to an upscale soiree that his father has demanded he attend seemed like the only choice for his sanity, but it was also the choice Sasuke’s father would detest the most, and that made it even more worthwhile. They entered, each with a hand in one pocket—truthfully, Naruto was just mimicking Sasuke to fit in—and appraised the first room. Sasuke was pleased to see a diverse crowd.

“Bar,” the two uttered in near unison, and they headed straight for it.

[foxxsin]

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It was a particularly long shift that night. At least it felt like it was. That's for sure. Ban walked out of the back door of the tavern, pulling his coat on and walking through the alley to the sidewalk. He drew in a deep breath of cold air, digging his hands into his pocket of the coat.

[kxllerchainsxw]

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Giriko put his arms around Klarion and hugged him from behind. "Hey, happy birthday babe." He kissed his cheek.

[polycoria]

Answering a Text

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It had been a bit after their first encounter- their first rather fun encounter with Klarion, but Uta hadn’t felt all that concerned when he didn’t hit them up in their time afterwards. They’d sent him a text afterwards, of course, thanking him for the good time they’d had, and that they hoped to see him again sometime, but had enough comfort to know that people needed space.

However, they were quite glad when they finally did get a text from him- inviting them out to a new location in the area. Oh? They recalled being near there, and some light construction in the area. Perhaps he wanted a friend to hunt with? Not terribly unusual with the kind of circles they kept in.

So, deciding it was a good time for some off-time, they make their way to the address he’d given them, deciding to walk- it was a nice enough day, after all, and the ghoul decided they’d walk about until they found the other.

[kubikiribxcho]

Odd Job

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It was like any other assassination job he took. Though unlike in the past he asked more questions, and he didn’t take as many now. He had his own matters to take care of. His employer had offered a rather hefty priced though for the assassination of the one they called Klarion, but now that he had the small male in his sights, he didn’t look like anything special. His stature was thin and small, but Haku had proven that the size of one did not truly matter; it was the lack of that he sensed.

Zabuza remained crouched on a limb, observing the witch from his perch. Raising his hand to reach back, he gripped the handle of kubikiribocho. There was a want to just get the job done nice and quick, but to also find out further as to why this being was such a threat.

[fangiisms]

Claws&Fangs

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After spending his entire morning in class, Kiba now had to work this afternoon. Working two jobs and being a full-time student was really starting to get to him. Luckily for him working for his sister wasn’t too bad, not that she ever showed him any favoritism or anything. It was just that he had worked as a receptionist as his sisters vet clinic ever since he was sixteen and he had a pretty good grasp on things now. Having just got off the phone, the brunet glanced up to see a man entering with his Maine Coon. Akamaru’s head had perked up from the spot he lay at hearing the door open before returning it to resting on his paws. The guy kind of gave off a little.. stuck up vibe. Maybe it was the designer clothes, or the fancy collar and harness on his feline companion that gave him that feeling. “Good afternoon. Did you have an appointment today with us?” Sometimes it felt like if he kept fake smiling at these jobs his mouth would be stuck that way. Not that he wasn’t a happy guy or anything, but the sheer amount of fake smiling he had to do with working with the public was insane. Animals were better than people.

[exiledprincelotor-blog]

Starter for @orderisoutofstyle

People talked. Whether they were soldiers for the Empire, or those under the Galra’s control, rumours and gossip simply made the world go round-- and that was exactly why Lotor was poised at the hanger of his craft, waiting for the mechanical hiss and clang as it slid open and the walkway extended to allow him out onto the filthy streets Skerth to follow up on some very interesting information he had heard shared between two Galra commanders in a seedy back two weeks previous.

The sky above was like a tarry lung, rolling clouds dark and haemorrhaging, blocking out any of the stars above, while decimated buildings stretched upwards and crumbled like broken teeth. Children with dirty faces and bare feet splashed through the sodden ground, and Lotor’s lips curled in obvious distaste as he shifted down the nearest side street. Piles of rubbish made miniature mountains against walls, and rustled past him, while the homeless say huddled in doorways, watching him with wary, sunken gazes.

Commander Tianus was responsible for this quadrant, and Lotor made a mental note that he would need to have words with him. Of course, the part of the city occupied by the Galra and their families was extravagant, but that made them a target- push the people hard enough (as he clearly was) and there would be a revolt on their hands, and more support for Voltron and the Paladins.

That, however, was not the issue at hand. He was here to find someone, a Galra boy, a runt, the Soldiers had called him. Lotor had taken the time to ask question in less savoury circles, and what he had discovered was interesting, to say the least. A soft sound caught his attention. Was it the creak of rotting support beams in the dilapidated buildings, animals scuttling, or.. “Klarion.” His tone was beckoning, yet firm, “I wish to speak with you-- I think I have an offer you simply cannot refuse.”

[toadlingscentral]

For some warmth

@orderisoutofstyle Mortimer moves quietly along the alley, trying to keep in the shadows. It's been a few days since he had been let out of the basement. He was told to run. So he did. But now he doesn't know where to go. He has just been walking down the streets.

A few people saw him. They gave yelled and made him run again. He took to hiding anywhere he could. He is afraid. As well as cold. The first night had not been too bad. But after that the nights got colder. Now so are the days.

Mortimer stops at the corner and peers out. He's at a main street with lots of stores. He can smell food that makes his stomach growl. He could hear people talking happily which only made him lonely. But what he sees makes him forget the other two. A man is pushing out a clothing rack and on it is a green and black coat. It looks just his size. More importantly it looks warm.

Mortimer wishes he could buy it. But he has no money. There is no way he could have the coat. A cold breeze has him rubbing his arms. He is so cold. He could die from the cold couldn't he? He doesn't want to die. Mortimer doesn't want to steal either. But it's either that or...

Mortimer whimpers at the thought of what he is going to do. He is already sorry. But he is so desperate. So Mortimer slowly leaves the alley and carefully crosses the street. His heart is already pounding as he gets closer to the coat. He touches it for a moment then makes himself look at the other clothes.

After a moment he looks around. No one seems to be watching the weird little green kid. It's more like they are trying not to look at him. Mortimer grabs the coat and pulls it off the hanger. He looks around again. Someone is walking out of the shop. Mortimer turns and is running before the man can yell thief.

Tears are trailing down his face as he runs, his eyes looking towards the ground as they fill with tears. He doesn't see the stranger he runs into. But as soon as he feels his body bump into another, he knows it's over. Now he is going to go to jail all because he is cold. Mortimer flinches when he hears the shop owner shout to hold the little thief. Mortimer only stands there and hugs the warm coat, feeling his hands already begin to warm up.