#unsettlingvisages

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@unsettlingvisages​ ASKED:  “You seem rather calm for being in your position.”

The smile he offers is like HONEY, lazy and smooth. His position lax despite the predicament and he offers an equally lax SHRUG. “What can I say? This position is just another weeknight for me.” and as basic as the cuffs were, he’d have them picked in five. 

[sunkiisscd]

@unsettlingvisages​: “Don’t look at me like that. I don’t want your pity.” // from inquisitor ligeia @ cal kestis :) //

Was that really how he looked at her? But then... how could he not feel a sense of sadness in her company? How the inquisitors were created... to go through such awful treatment... the mere thought of the possibility that he could have been one of them had life taken him down a different path made his stomach twist. While he couldn’t force it on her, the least he could do was offer his help.

❝ No, pity does nothing to help. But I can offer you a way out of a terrible situation. ❞

[fatherbeforeme]

@unsettlingvisages​ said: “I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”

HIS LIPS QUIRKED INTO SOMETHING RESEMBLING AMUSEMENT, EVEN IF IT WAS DULLER THAN USUAL. the battle had come and gone quickly enough, but not before a rigged explosion managed to be triggered—with him in the crossfire. as the smoke cleared, he had brought the ungloved hand up to to the side of his neck...cringing at the feeling of warm liquid coursing between his fingers. kriff. his footing became unsteady and he stumbled against his companion. as the jedi attempted to shift against a wall, blue eyes traveled to the the other. ears RINGING, he could only hope he had heard the words correctly. “ well, i wouldn’t want to mess up your outfit, now would i? ” he joked halfheartedly, visibly unsteady on his feet. 

[altumsedere]

❛ not everything that isn’t true is a lie. ❜

(     *     BLACK MIRROR PROMPTS   !    //   accepting !

There's a very long pause where Klaus says absolutely nothing, staring blankly at Koruz as he tries to deconstruct what the hell that even means, looking for some sort of clue on the other's face. Klaus can almost hear Five saying the same thing, seeming to already know the punchline of the joke before anyone else can even voice the set up. He either needs more caffeine or more alcohol to argue otherwise, or to figure out what he's even arguing against -- what the hell else would it be? 

Finally, he shrugs, giving a little huff of defeat and motioning towards Koruz expectantly. He’s willing to suspend his disbelief to hear him out, at the very least. 

" Okay, fine. Sure.   Like what ? "

[worstrper]

@unsettlingvisages​ sent: “Do you want my scarf? You look cold.” > obligatory meme tag link

“You’re not askin’ just so you can yoink it when I put it on, are you?”

In front of him, Dev the golden retriever sniffs at a flower and sneezes. Takeshi is sniffling too, but this is less because of pollen and more because it’s a balls bustin’ chilly kinda day.

Maybe he really should have taken the time to grab a jacket, but his schedules are tight for a reason. Dev takes walks at six in the morning, no exceptions, and this is Takeshi’s fault for waking up later than he should have for it.

He rubs at the side of his neck with his free hand, scowling. “...’s not so bad.”

[worstrper]

@unsettlingvisages​ sent: “I hit my head.” > idk what this is from meme tag here

“Oh, yeah?” Takeshi asks, as if the cut on Koruz’ forehead isn’t painfully obvious. The blood coming down isn’t a good look, needless to say.

“I didn’t notice.”

But he gestures for him to come closer to the front desk with one hand, the other reaching into his pocket to pull a patterned handkerchief out (the more old man stereotypes he fulfills, the more his blood pressure rises).

“Clean it up. You’re gonna scare the rest of my customers with all that.”

As if there’s anyone else in the lobby at half-past 2 in the morning. But Takeshi’s face is resolute.

“...I got a first-aid kit in my office.”

[sunkiisscd]

@unsettlingvisages​: “Looking for something?” // @ din

Freezing in place, a glance was thrown back to them, hand reaching for his blaster out of instinct; it was to be determined if they were a threat or not. He hadn’t been expecting another person here, and it didn’t sit right with him that there was another here. ❝ I could ask the same of you. ❞ Vague, but he didn’t trust them enough to confirm nor deny why he was here.

[nofive]

The apocalypse had been handled. They could do something if they actually worked together. None of them were handling everything perfectly, but to ask perfection of the Hargreeve’s siblings was laughable. Even as children who were paraded in front of the press they were hardly as perfect as their father wished they were. There was only so much, he Allison, and Klaus could do back then when trying to make sure conversations didn’t veer sideways, or hints at their upbringing remained positive because they didn’t know better.

Now was a time to relax, and Five was honestly a bit antsy about it. He felt like it wasn’t over. Not with him averting the apocalypse. Every other day he checked where he landed in the apocalypse to make sure he didn’t pop up from the past. He was being cautious, that part of the timeline wasn’t fucked, but he also didn’t know just how far ahead of April first he landed. He could figure it out, it had been pointed out to him, but he needed to physically go out and do something. He had to.

With the stop of the Apocalypse, came something else that happened because of their father’s death. There was an uptick in press. Which meant people were interested in the siblings again. That did not help Five’s paranoia. It was easy for a Commission Agent to hide within the press, he would know. He had done it. And they bugged him, especially as their was a focus on him since he had returned. It brought up a whole slew of issues. Allison said they had to address it soon before it got too far out of hand. And in recent years she had the most experience with press. He trusted her judgement. Until then though, he was ignoring them.

But as stated not all who were with the press, and who stood with them, were actually press. He was checking his the spot he appeared in the Apocalypse in, when he felt the pair of eyes on him. He rolled his eyes, and Blinked across the street to the stranger, “There a reason you find that spot so interesting?” he said playing it coy as he Blinked behind the person, having no qualms about using his powers in public. He decided to not outwardly accuse them because he could be wrong, it wasn’t often, but it was a possibility.

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