#passimtemere

[sins-of-the-sea]

@passimtemere, Josep, Karnus, no

'Old man?' Normally Josep would be offended at being called old--but.... well. For one, he's centuries old... so he is, in literal fact, old. Secondly, though frozen in his thirties, he's been told his haggard, constantly tired appearance and thinning hair makes him appear older than he really is. So you know what? Sure. He's old. In fact, he may take advantage of this misconception, if it wasn't just an insult.

"You'd be surprised what I can take. The holes on my skull prove what I can go through and live," he says, pointing to three burr holes on the left side of his skull--still visible beneath thinned hair. "And that was done without anesthesia, kid. I've got a lot of pent-up anger that needs release. Bone breaking, blood letting release."

He cracks his knuckles and cricks his neck. "So. You want a go?~ Who first."

[thxndercrestfallen]

@passimtemere replied to your post “Staring you down-”:

Alter: -looking up at-

"........... Is there something you're looking for? Or are you there to stare at me?"

[nihiladditaenihilperdidi]

Continued from here. @passimtemere

That guy was now squatting next to the discontent beast's head. He stared, considering his life's choices, before placing himself on his knees. His spell was warmed, fingers ready to snap.

"Your mouth is too far away with you pouting like this."

[penanceisthecure]

@passimtemere from here

Falcata was kind of in the middle of a job! Their primary function was to keep the peace inside the club, but when they heard the absolute racket outside they handed the job off to somebody else and went out to investigate.

Quickly unsheathed their sword and kicked the dumpster. BANG BANG BANG. "What the FUCK are you doing in there??"

[fashionablyenigmatic]

Ventura Tenebra

Alphonse, cane in hand, was gazing intently at the ceiling, appearing to listen for something, as Stan entered the room.

"What happened?" Stan asked in a gruff tone.

"Hmm? Oh, I'm not sure, but Karnus is back in the vents. I'm trying to pinpoint his location. So, please, quiet," Alphonse replied. He tapped a spot on the ceiling, and a faint skittering and thumping noise followed, resembling a frightened animal trapped inside.

"Hmm, odd. I thought Karnus had outgrown his fear of baths," Stan remarked, overhearing sniffling and a faint rendition of a 'Hadestown' song from a nearby vent.

"It's not that. I think he's been dumped by a girl and isn't handling it well. Although, if he doesn't come out soon, a bath will be inevitable," Alphonse replied, tapping the ceiling once more. This elicited more movement and a muffled protest, "Leave me alone! I'm in mourning!"

"Karnus, she isn't dead, she just broke up with you. There are other fish in the sea," Alphonse attempted to console, though he struggled to recall his own youthful heartaches. "God, was I like this? I never had this issue with Cadmus..."

Stan nodded, keeping to himself that Cadmus often confided in him rather than Alphonse, fearing Alphonse's overbearing nature. "Well, yeah. We are quite old, and perhaps a bit out of touch," he conceded, wrapping his arms around Alphonse from behind.

"True," Alphonse agreed, setting down his cane thoughtfully. "It's only logical for him to seek out somewhere dark and quiet. Poor boy. Karnus, can you hear me?" There was a lengthy silence before a muffled "Yeah" came from the vent.

"I'd appreciate it if you could make your way to your room. I'll ensure no one disturbs you, and I can teleport your dinner to you there, okay? If you feel like talking about it, just let me know. I'll be there in seconds," Alphonse offered, his voice carrying a blend of concern and understanding.

After another prolonged pause, a final, sad "Okay" echoed softly from above, followed by the sound of slow shuffling moving down the hallway.

Later that evening, following dinner, Alphonse's phone emitted a soft 'ding'. A text message appeared on the screen, simply reading, "I miss her." Reading this, Alphonse knew it was time to go and comfort his son.

@violeteyedkiller @passimtemere

[devilofthecresentisle]

@passimtemere from here

She saw movement in the corner of her eye, turning with a smile to go over to the rock pile. Putting her paws up on one of the rocks so she could see the brothers. "There you are! Was wondering where you two disappeared off to." She chuckled

Seeing Banzai still fast asleep, her tail started to sway. Slowly lowering one large paw to playfully bat at his ear. "Banzaaiii c'mon sleepy head"

[nigromante]

@passimtemere

Was it now time for her to question her life choices? Hurt and lost in the fucking backwaters of Honduras. Canine maw parts in heaving breath, pointed ears drawn back in an expression of exasperation, if a dog could make that expression.  The large, spindly pooch hobbled forward , hindered by a pretty sizable wound on a rear leg.  With a final heave of strength the canid finally fell, body coming to rest near a nicely babbling stream.  Well, it was the fucking little things.  

Being grave robber really was a hit or miss job, especially when said graves were filled with booby traps.  No, not traps shaped like boobies, more like shaped like arrows.. and pointy, but not in the fun way.  Liquid amber trails back to pulsing wound, head reaching round to probe the object once again, only to let out a harsh yelp that probably would have been a curse in any other circumstance.  

Fuck!

[bcvndaries-archive-blog]

Numbers hates new guys. Especially smart ass new guys who think they're above the syndicate. Especially informants. Informants are the fucking worst, always thinking they've got something on you even when they don't have jack shit. He'd been sitting across the long wooden table from the other in silence for at least ten minutes now, neither having said a word. A wise man may think he was trying to somehow kill the other with his mind. That same man might be right. Shifting in his seat, hands coming together on top of the table, his eyes never left the other. Hell, you might never even see him blink. "So." Aha, he speaks. "Talk." // @passimtemere