#thevoraciousfreelancer

[bohemianepicene]

♥, telephone (I'm on mobile)

Name one thing about the way their emotions work that they despise.

The truth is Narciso can’t bear to be disliked. He’s learned to laugh off scandal, to wink and say the only worse thing than being talked about is not being talked about. But surely, if the mobs got to know him before banding together to drive him to the tomb-colonies, surely they’d become the best of friends? Over cards, and a case of Morelways, perhaps.

So sometimes he catches himself obsessing over the approval of the people who like him the least. Sometimes he doesn’t catch himself at it, and obsesses harder. Most of the time he obsesses harder.

[caseybanning]

Boss fight, and Boss Fight Reversed. Signed, thevoraciousfreelancer.

“Each other time was like child’s play,” the Irrepressible Bruiser’s voice calls out through the Flit, but they’re nowhere to be seen. “When we’d fight? Like quarreling children. This time it’s different, and you know it.” A thud. They must’ve just jumped down from a landing.

“I know why you’re here,” They say, walking into view. They’re several metres away, already prepared for the fight. Their hands go up in front of them. “Let’s do it, then.”

--

It might all be worth it when you see the look on the Bruiser’s face: shock at first, and then an immediate laugh. Nothing about the situation is particularly funny, and you may even be annoyed by the loss of the element of surprise.

“Of course it’s you,” They say. “I had a feeling, and I rather wished it wouldn’t come to this, but there’s no looking back now.”

(Eerie, almost your exact thought.)

“Alexis,” The Irrepressible Bruiser says, almost in a quiet voice. There’s an intensity to their gaze though--friend or foe, it doesn’t matter now. They’re even one in the same. “Ready when you are.”

[theinsatiableacademic]

thevoraciousfreelancer replied to your post “On the subject of the soul trade, I’m sure that Var wouldn’t only...”

[Alexis used to be an active spirifer but now only participates in the 'trade' part of it, instead of the stealing-souls bit 0v0]

I am right this very moment trying to work out whether or not, if Var knew, they would still consider Alexis as eligible for one (1) remorse-free permanent murder.

...I’m leaning towards a “yes”.

[cunninglingua]

Reverse 2, sentence coming from Sereno? (thevoraciousfreelancer)

The Flit was rarely quiet or coherent, especially after racing laughing, whooping urchins.  But the sound of their name reaching the Freelancer's ears was both, however the bloody hell that could be.  Still, stalking across a walkway was a small, vaguely familiar figure, his palms pressed against the walls he was between, a clever way to keep his weight away from the sodden wood.  Once he stepped onto the tiles of the roof, he reached Alexis, his nostrils flaring.

"You nearly knocked me off the Flit!"

Perhaps if he wasn’t a good three inches shorter than Alexis, the Cunning Linguist would be more intimidating.  But for now, he looked more like a very rattled pup.

[asofterneath]

no i don’t want to hear about your dream

[riigormortis]

thevoraciousfreelancer

There’s nothin’ wrong with bein’ a hedonist.

In the same way that there's nothing wrong with a bit of scandal here and there, I assume. So long as you're not caught, hm?

[asofterneath]

Well.  Worry might not be the right word.

art 1 is Luca Hollestelle, art 2

[thenightmarishkeeper]

thevoraciousfreelancer replied to your post: “More honey for my aching. time to double the dosage!”:

The honey is debatably safe, y'know.

There is no debate to be had with honey, even in large doses it swirls the mind into a puddle of calming warmth, more so then a soft bed does.