#unphantasmal

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toronto wasn't as bleak as her outlook towards it was, but she despised the city. she had been employed for a private security firm for a few month, a steady pay check was nice, but it wasn't the same. these people had laws to follow, taxes to pay, and she just couldn't trick herself into being grateful. even though she had a roof over her head, and absolutely no right to feel like she was deserving of more risky jobs. her reputation had shattered when she had left phobos, and evaporated with the ghost she had tied herself to. she wasn't even kimura hanako now, that name had too high a price on its head. and lucy choi was still up and coming, still new to the industry, still stuck taking a spoilt teenage boy to a damn bookstore. still having to have a partner for such a menial task. the store itself was vast, and as she slipped in behind her partner, she did a quick scan. there was little visibility between the high shelves and complicated, pseudo-roman columns. both of them sighed in unison.

“ I'll do a sweep. ”  she muttered, and he nodded, turning back to the teenager as she drifted away. it was a standard perimeter check, and once the ground floor was clear she darted upstairs to do the same. no one suspicious, no security holes, fire escape door on the outside west wall... she froze. at first she thought she was hallucinating, seeing patterns that weren't really there. his posture was altered, his clothes not quite the same. she couldn't see his face, but that didn't stop the chill from building inside of her. she took a step forwards, but he shifted, and a horribly familiar profile came into view, and she froze once more.

anger, relief, hurt, fear, confusion - all of them tumbled through her system at dizzying speed, and she couldn't help the sharp breath that she drew in. she knew she should be going back downstairs, returning to her position, ignoring him, perhaps even taking her charge out of his vicinity. but she couldn't move. months of searching, months of hoping, they all crumbled around her, and suddenly she wasn't lucy anymore, hanako was back in full force. and as angry she was, the overwhelming emotion was that he was alive, that he was okay, it was relief.

" Casper? " she breathed, ever so tentatively, half hoping he would turn and be a completely different person, at least that way she wouldn't have to stop herself from crying.

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It is a rare thing to see Kit Harris stressed. They’re always so confident, so sure of themself, but this...this whole thing with this Ghost bastard sabotaging them at every turn is really starting to get to them. They sit there, their leg bouncing at a rapid rate as they look through all of their plans, their resources, everything, wondering where they could’ve went wrong. This last heist should’ve been seamless.

Should’ve. Until they realized that the manuscripts they had were forgeries. Very well done forgeries, but forgeries all the same.

They let out a frustrated yell, shoving everything off of their desk, monitors, papers, whatever. It doesn’t matter. They could pull their hair out, and it still wouldn’t change anything. When they hear the door open, they whirl around in their chair, eyes wide, disheveled, but then their shoulders relax when they realize it’s just Alex.

“...Bad time,” they mumble, pushing their hands through their hair. Their roots are starting to show but they just really don’t care. “What is it?”

[bornbreathless-temp]

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Fingernails tap rapidly against the table surface, the only noise breaking the silence of the room as she waits.

It isn’t the room itself that makes her anxious - although nothing good has ever come from sitting in an interrogation room - but where she should be instead. Caper is lying unconscious in a hospital bed and she should be there, with him, and instead she’s been dragged down here by-

The door opens and Char’s hand stills, expression carefully blank as she watches Agent Bishop take the seat across from her. “Not that I don’t love these little chats, but I have more important things to do than rehash old ground with you. I don’t see why we couldn’t have done this at the hospital.”

But that approach has never really worked with him, has it? He just doesn’t get riled up and tied in knots out of frustration, it’s so much easier to just...get it over with. Char lets out a tired, defeated breath and sits straighter in her chair, hands folded on the table, the very picture of cooperation. “What can I do for you, Agent Bishop?”

[cartelheir]

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❝    i have a question;   do you do any  original  art,   as well?    ❞

[dottiesxdreams]

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“I don’t think you’re allowed in there...”

[scaryjr]

     ❛           i    don’t    know      what      you    want    from    me.           ❜

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[warriours]

@unphantasmal​ come out and play

He groaned slightly as he sat, head foggy from just having woke up in a strange place. Still half-asleep he attempted to tug at his clothes, brows furrowed when he tried to pull at his shirt. “Hey- hey,” He said gently putting his hand on Caspar’s? Cas’s? shoulder. “Hey man your sleeping on my clothes.”

[hishedonism]

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⠀ ⠀❛     if you think you can do this without me all of a sudden, then by all means. just give me my cut of the money and i'll get outta your hair.     ❜