BLOODSPLATTER

A SOFT BEAT OF WINGS COUPLED WITH THE HARSH BEAT OF FLESH AGAINST THE CEMENT || ISOLA

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hatredcantsave​:

Kirika simply nods. “…Alright,” she says. Pulling out her gun again, she lowers it to her thighs, hunkering down. She closes her eyes, steadying her breath. That’s when she heard footsteps coming this way. Her gun immediately raised, and fired with her eyes still shut.

A thud of a body could be heard through the fog. Kirika then darts off by herself, without warning, heading for the back entrance. She hoped S wouldn’t take this personally, but when it’s go time, the killing machine she comes with doesn’t have that great brakes. She was pretty sure S could handle himself anyway.

[it felt like a pact had been made - forged in blood, between bodies two. shiroki could appreciate the slapdash feel of it all, really.]

[familiar sound, familiar way. gunshots were common to his ears, though still jarring despite it all. the startle to which he jumped, by wing to flutter an inch or two off the floor as noir made another blind shot. an accurate one at that, if the slick thud of flesh against concrete was any indication.]

[it really was impressive, her ability to pull that off. shiroki would have to comment on that later, when he wasn't so busy.]

[and he supposed he needed to move now, lest he get caught in whatever crossfire noir had sensed before he jumped into the crossfire he was to initiate. there was fire to his movements, equal to noir's machine, speed to the front for the beginning of this rather slapdash plan. slapdash on his part, at least - he supposed there was more planning for noir, if she was the one to plan this operation.]

[the chaos of his breakin punctuated sharp and harsh with the fire of a handgun he'd kept so quietly concealed beneath his jacket, to bodies fallen. he was lucky to be met with less occupation of the room than he initially expected, the nocturnal locale of the whole deal leaving it deserted in the wake save for the unlucky few in the lobby. there was a rush to the stairs, to ascend to noir's target, gun gripped tight in a lower arm while cheshire lay soft and grinning against his shoulder, in wait to crack heads.]

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baddestdangerboy​:

“I got a lumpy mattress, what do you expect,” he snarks right back, rolling his eye and again keeping at the task at hand here. He’s got a genuine lock picking kit here (its bobbi pins and a credit card). It’s real work!!!

“Probably some embezzling, but I have the feeling there’s more…”

might wanna invest in a better one then.

lil sleep goes a long way.

[there was a twinge to his voice, a hint of sarcasm, poking fun at badou in an almost blatant way. he hums quiet at this new revelation, scratching at the side of his face with an idle hand.]

yeah?

makes sense for a place like this, i guess.

what kinda more you thinkin’?

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i’ve..... finally given our boy here a proper refsheet............ Q__Q witness him

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hatredcantsave​:

Thirty years…That must mean that S has been in the business longer than her. Though she was trained from birth to kill, and her namesake she was given was a hard to track moniker — partly because people unbeknownst to its meaning steal it, and partly because Noir was multiple people across generations dating all the way back to the tenth century — she was still just a fragile teenage girl. No matter how many goons she stabs to death with the axle of a toy car, nothing beat cold hard experience. Though, her garish instincts were nothing to scoff at either.

“…Right,” Kirika starts. She doesn’t know if she can trust this person, per se, but it’s a gamble she’ll have to take. “Let’s go.”

[truthfully - shiroki hadn't been here for that long. his career in death began at around age 19, an unfortunate presence, the group murder that singlehandedly pulled his psyche under the waves. it was his father he referred to, the nakahara name hidden just beneath vexcore's light, the haunt of his corporation to wrap the world in gauze and pull tight.]

[it was more dramatic to refer to it that way, he figured. five versus thousands didn’t seem that impressive in the grand scheme of things, though he figured noir was a name likely used by many. hell, shiroki didn't even haunt his own world - just venere's shady streets. supposed he was a little limited, in that regard, despite the wondrous amount of experience that little bubble offered.]

[five years was better than none, he supposed. one would assume he'd been doing this for a century, with how he worked.]

[he nods, eases himself around the corpse noir had claimed, scuffs his boots against the cleaner pavement to swipe off the blood left behind on their soles.]

lead the way.

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baddestdangerboy​:

He’s definitely, absolutely, not taking this seriously!! That irritates Badou for sure, if the scowl and the middle finger he jabs Shiroki’s way is any indication. 

But he has a job to do. So as he glares, he works.

“Yeah, I got a plan: it’s called making a run for it.”

[he had caught badou's bird out of the corner of his eye as he turned, glancing back at him with little more than a smirk and an arched eyebrow as he wandered on.]

wow, you woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

sounds good to me, though.

what kinda shady shit you thinks goin' down in here?

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.underlying motif

the dog

whether it’s the way you bare your teeth when backed in a corner, your loyalty, or your tendency to act on instinct, your reoccurring theme is the dog. like mitski said “i get mean when im nervous, like a bad dog” or how halsey said “i won’t smile but i’ll show you my teeth” even when migos said “dance with my dogs in the night time” the essence of the dog runs through you. you’re tough and a quick draw on the outside, but if we got down to it we’d see you’re acting the only way you’ve ever known how. it doesn’t make you bad, survival is natural, your loyalty and determination is commendable. i don’t blame you for the way you act when your back is against a wall, but please remember to not bite the hand that feeds.

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[rooftop, fibonacci skies brown and dingy in the nighttime air. there he stands, light on his feet, two pairs of arms folded comfortably on the railing as the wind sways his pale form against the covered moon.]

[if he were elsewhere, this would be a risk. a wingless danger, to tape down, to push off, to plummet. little more than a splat against the pavement, the end result of a turf war pushed too far. but here - here, it was almost peaceful. quiet, serene, solitary. a place to think, and a place to relax.]

[that is, until he hears the familiar clink of the rooftop door handle. the turning of the metal, the creak of the door pushing itself awry.]

[he shifts. tilts his head back to glance at the newcomer, green eye glinted narrowed in the low light.]

...oi.

how'd you get up here, hah?

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baddestdangerboy​:

This guy is really making this tough for Badou, isn’t he. Badou grits his teeth and scowls, he props a hand on his hip and hopes this Look will get this man off his back.

It is not. 

“I’m lookin’ to see if anything shady’s going on. You’re lookin’ to make sure the real security doesn’t jump up my ass like you are.” 

And while he does that Badou’s going to try all these doors, and probably have to pick a lock or two.

[shiroki could only huff, amused, quiet, arching an eyebrow at the almost comical attempt to scare him off. it wasn't like he hadn't faced worse than what badou was offering.]

oooh.

gotcha.

[he shoots a couple finger guns badou's way - suppose he's not taking this too seriously anymore - turning on his heels to stroll almost mindless down the hallway.]

and if the real security shows up?

do you have a plan?

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hatredcantsave​:

“Down the street from here,” Kirika says, pointing at a relatively tall building. The clouds hung low today, so you couldn’t exactly see the the top. The tower was dark, save for one light that faintly shone through the clouds. She kneels down, next to the pools of blood. With her index finger, she started to draw what seemed like a floor plan of the building from memory. “Here,” she circles. On the fourth floor. That’s our target’s office.”

“There’s some emergency stairs that lead straight to that room. I’ll take those, while you break through the front en route to the same room. If I don’t make it in time, you can do the honors. We finish up, and head our separate ways. Try to leave no witnesses,” Kirika says, standing up. “I’m not exactly sure we need to exchange names here, but I’m Noir.” Kirika decides to go with her alias here. They might be in the same business, but professionalism was key here. “My name has haunted my world for thousands of years. Who are you?”

[his eyes fall to the concrete, dark, slick, watching with curious eye as she paints out their route - symbolic almost in its medium, the blood to spill. it was impressive, really, the dedication to her craft. shiroki crouched down to get a better look at the map she provides, narrowing eyes behind lengthy bangs with a quiet nod.]

[she takes the stairs, he takes the front. he's a backup, a diversion, a failsafe. it was a role he wasn't used to taking on, but one he didn't mind - sometimes you need a little change in routine.]

right. sounds good to me.

[he straightens back up to his full height, sways in the wind, regards her introduction with little more than a quiet hum. noir, to haunt the world... it was almost theatrical, in a way. he supposed he haunted his world in his own right.]

[he shifts. rolls his shoulders forward, straightens his swayed posture.]

call me s.

my surname has haunted my world for about thirty.

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baddestdangerboy‌:

“I told you, I’m working!” He’s dedicated to this, he is committed, Badou is not going to give this up. Even though it’s absolutely true, he was scared bad, he is suspicious…but he’s stubborn too. 

“You really have nothing better to do? Then why don’t you go and look into the hallway for me.  That’ll give you some entertainment.”

suuure.

[there's a hint of sarcasm to his voice, a palpable tone of doubt as he gives an almost amused look badou's way, eye narrowed with the crinkle of a grin creasing his face with an air almost to taunt. he could tell the other was just trying to save face - if only the other could tell that he really didn't mean any harm here, despite the reputation he carried.]

[it wasn't like badou knew about that reputation, anyways.]

[at what essentially sounded like a taunt, shiroki shrugged, grin wide and amused as he eases his bottom pair of hands into his pockets.]

yeah? i can do that.

[he starts down the hall past badou, though turns on his heels a couple feet or so away with an almost swaying motion.]

...if you tell me what you're here for. i ain't no snitch.

am i lookin' for somethin' down here?

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hatredcantsave‌:

“I need a diversion,” Kirika says. “Some new way in, with someone else covering for me.” Kirika is a kind and fragile person, so deep inside, she’s open to suggestions, but as long as it works, it works. Job’s a job.

“If you can bust through the front, I’ll come through the back. We can meet in the center of the building or back here once everyone passes on. I’ve memorized the floor plan.”

[a diversion... didn't seem too hard, really. shiroki could easily pull something off. bust in and cause a scene while she pulls the real strings from behind.]

sounds good to me.

[he cracks his upper pair of knuckles, stretching the bottom hands out in front of him as he links their fingers together.]

where is this place?

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baddestdangerboy‌:

Crap. He’s got him. He’s kinda got him, but Badou doesn’t want to admit it, refuses to let this go because maybe…maybe he can distract him.

“I could be a plainclothes employee as far as you know, looking for shit like this,” he points a finger at him, narrowing his eye right back. 

“Then maybe you should go home? Stop wasting your cash?”

still doesn't change the fact that you looked scared shitless when i called you out.

someone who's doing what they're supposed to be doing doesn't react like that.

..y'know?

[he tilts his head to the side, antennae flopping with the motion, giving badou an almost incredulous look. he was too intrigued now - there was no way he was gonna just let this slip by. sorry badou.]

why would i go home now?

shit finally got interesting.

what are you even doing back here?

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ombraventi‌:

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“Interesting times, aren’t they?” Vaati didn’t think to say hello or offer much of an introduction to his acquaintance, instead just teleporting nearby once he noticed him. Though Vaati couldn’t say he was too fond of the storm in Archimedes, he didn’t mind it terribly- and it wasn’t like he had to worry that much about it.

“It feels as if it’s been a while since things have truly gotten so chaotic. I could almost say I missed it.”

After all- even if he’d gotten more… calm, one could say, he would still always enjoy a good helping of chaos. There was nothing quite like it, after all.

[shiroki couldn’t say that vaati’s sudden presence hadn’t surprised him, but he also couldn’t say he really minded. vaati was a friend, after all - or at least, adjacent to that title. once he calmed down, he shifted against the wall he’d leaned up against, casting the other a slight grin.]

mm, very.

feels like the whole world’s just falling apart.

kinda cool to watch.

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.breach

one would think that he’d side with null, but to be honest, he has nothing to gain from them. shiroki isn’t inherently antagonistic, as much as his actions would bring you to believe otherwise.

but on the other side of it, he isn’t actively working to help the stars either. though he knows assisting them would be the best decision in this regard, why would he care about helping people he doesn’t know? it’s absurd.

so, shiroki is mostly trying to save his own skin, or the skin of people he cares about, which are few.

and who would he be if he didn’t use this chance to stir up a little violence? he doesn’t care enough to make a first move, but if you come at shiroki with negative intentions you’re more likely than not going to get a boot to the face this time around. he’s rather hair trigger right now.

at the moment, shiroki can be found pretty much anywhere; though fibonacci and his home ward of archimedes are more viable, as their disasters pose less of a risk to him personally.

with that being said, lets treat this as a starter call. uncapped, and will likely be short unless i get a solid enough idea to want to plot it out in DMs.

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these might actually be a bit longer cause im realizing i am incapable of writing short and concise starters HAHA but this is still open!

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@sunips​ liked for a starter!

[fibonacci was floating. or at least, for now it was.]

[the shifting of gravity, from low to high to low again, was something shiroki didn’t really feel too bothered by. at low gravities he could keep himself afloat in the air, and at higher ones he just needed to land. the benefits of being winged - he didn’t need to stay inside and avoid all of this admittedly very funny chaos.]

[the gravity got low enough to lift objects off of the ground, hover them in the air, allow shiroki to glide with relative ease through the lighter skies. and while he typically kept higher during all this, touched down on rooftops if the gravity got to be too much to handle, he couldn’t help but lower himself to assess something he’d come across.]

[there’s a stranger clinging to a streetlamp by a very primate-like tail, gravity just low enough to keep him grounded to the lamp but not to the ground itself. and shiroki, in his amusement, lowers himself down to the mans level, hands in his pockets, a curious look towards the other in his plight.]

...

you good, man?

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.breach

one would think that he’d side with null, but to be honest, he has nothing to gain from them. shiroki isn’t inherently antagonistic, as much as his actions would bring you to believe otherwise.

but on the other side of it, he isn’t actively working to help the stars either. though he knows assisting them would be the best decision in this regard, why would he care about helping people he doesn’t know? it’s absurd.

so, shiroki is mostly trying to save his own skin, or the skin of people he cares about, which are few.

and who would he be if he didn’t use this chance to stir up a little violence? he doesn’t care enough to make a first move, but if you come at shiroki with negative intentions you’re more likely than not going to get a boot to the face this time around. he’s rather hair trigger right now.

at the moment, shiroki can be found pretty much anywhere; though fibonacci and his home ward of archimedes are more viable, as their disasters pose less of a risk to him personally.

with that being said, lets treat this as a starter call. uncapped, and will likely be short unless i get a solid enough idea to want to plot it out in DMs.