#twobitheroics

[keyscrash]

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

"Ohh, Jack. I’m sorry—I should have realized this might be a side effect, but straight-up inebriation just seemed too unlikely to need to warn you about… Look, the drugs should wear off in about an hour, but until then, just lie down, alright? We can proceed as normal."

[hmmhmmmhmm]

beta, gamma, theta

 Does your character live in Kairos or Palaria? Is there a reason for you choosing the place that you have? 

Kairos! Cityscape is pretty …natural for Akagi and it’s given that casinos, parlours, etc. are there so… 

Then again you never really know where Akagi might be. He does sometimes spend long period of times in Paralia too since he’s never really at home anywhere anyway.

In terms of regaining memories, what’s the one thing you can’t wait for your character to get back?

*VIBRATES* MEMORIES OF HIS DEATH BECAUSE wow actually slightly itty-bitty vulnerable Akagi but then again not really. I just need to figure out how to handle it all sigh

Also it’ll be fun to swap to old!Akagi in general since his personality is…well, not really completely different, there’s lots of younger him still there still haha. 20!Akagi is …not probably that different, his interest on things has dulled a bit tho… 

 What does your character’s normal day go like? 

No “normal days” with Akagi, really.

He doesn’t have routines, he does things whenever he feels like doing things - if he’s hungry he eats, if hes thirsty he drinks, if he feels like taking part in death gambles he goes looking around or waits them to come to him. He just lives and does whatever he wants haha…. It’s pretty passive, I’d say.

I mean he might stay up night or two gambling and then sleep for the following days. Or have a part time job and not gamble for weeks, even a month. It depends on what he is doing atm i guess.

[kanzenkuri-ge]

The first rule is --- | Closed to Jack

How long had something like this been going on, without detection? While she wasn't sure if it was illegal, the fact that it was A: underground and B: pretty damn secretive meant that she had her doubts. Oh well, all in the name of good fun, right?

It was slightly ironic that she'd found out about it, actually - the first rule, naturally, was not to talk about it. But people in bars couldn't help themselves, usually, and nobody would ever ever suspect the ditzy girl with the pink drink to be eavesdropping, would they? It'd sure been helpful at parties, and occasionally for tests; now it seemed that her oh-so-innocent persona meant she'd get to do something that almost reminded her of home

The don't-tell-people, fighting in a kind of ring sort of thing more than the fighting. Momma was just too scary for the family to fight each other.

"Jeez, you'd almost thing you're not wanting people to come in here." Almost disappointingly, there wasn't some collective gasp or shock; she'd swear they almost seemed to expect people to just turn up. It didn't take too long for them to tell her the rules; you don't talk about it, you don't talk about it, a couple of less important ones, and if it's your first night...

... you've gotta fight.

Seeing as Makoto was - for whatever reason - apparently the only girl to turn up, they'd let her almost ignore the sixth rule. No zips, buttons, or anything other than cloth, but that was fine - she wouldn't have been that bothered if she'd had to follow it, but apparently it could be uncomfortable for the others. She would have expected grown men beating each other to a pulp to be less conservative, but it didn't really matter. Probably only because it was her first night, right?

Not that she was entirely unfamiliar with the concept; she was sure she'd seen a movie on this, and that her father had told tales of his days in one. Whether exaggerated - as her mother claimed - or real as his muscles suggested, she'd never known, but it had always sparked some form of interest. It was good learning how to fight, and how to actually deal with people fighting back, especially if you had to walk home at night.

It seemed to take an excessively long time - then again most waiting was unbearable - for it to finally be her turn to fight. Maybe she was in a little over her head - the people telling her it was too late to back out seemed to think so. Not that it was going to stop her; she'd just make up an excuse at school, if it looked really bad.

"Hey, you ready?" Her opponent seemed a little older than her; probably still one of the younger men here, but she wasn't entirely sure. Still probably not what most people would think looked like a fair fight; a twenty-something year old man against someone who was still a schoolgirl? But she'd always been strong - besides, she'd totally convinced them with her lie about her age. Maybe.

"Don't hold back, now! I'd hate for you to think you can't hit me 'cause I'm a girl."

[enragier1]

We're coming empty handed. ❮Jack❯

Fingers tapped an offbeat tune on the wooden table, an idiotic idea to keep himself entertaining while waiting for his drink to arrive. Sometimes a time alone was needed but it was a constant he intended to drown in mundane activities. Whatever, alcohol could always soothe away any stupid thought. Plus, this was not an exactly popular bar and he could be left in silence - not counting the casual chitchat of the few customers or the music playing from the bartender's radio -- that alone was somehow taken for granted.

While many individuals arrived and left, he rarely paid attention to them and could disregard whoever passed by with an amazing ease. Whatever made him interested were the sound of steps irrupting the scene, a familiar voice that only rung in a distant memory now felt closer than ever --

A turn of head availed to confirm his suspicions, although emotions were not to be easily told apart, a ting of surprise mixed a peculiar nostalgia that rarely surged in his daily life. He had courage to act, voice his inner ideas out of impulse but now of all times -- it failed him, his limbs remaining lazily at his sides and words refusing to leave his mouth.

[bolshyarbles]

YOU, YOU GET THE NADSAT RIGHT, I LOVE YOU

[hmmhmmmhmm]

✖✻♬

im laughing i never reblogged this but ok lets do it anyways heh

 for a tattoo headcanon (One they have or one they want)

I dont think he has any really but I bet he would just take some mahjong symbol at the best haha. Small one nothing big.

 for if they are a night or day person

Depends on his mood - if he wants quiet, he prefers day. The 'ordinary' life. But when his mood strikes to gambles it's probably night. In the end it just might be more about whether he wants to see the moon or sun.

for a song that fits them

............*sweats* i literally cant think of anythingdksls