Fucky Thot Enforcer

  This world is mine for the taking, and I do not plan to share it. (part of sokoviarising-rp)

[harperarcher]

Here is a copy of my goodbye in case anyone missed it!!! plus the screenshots they are referencing. Rest easy that you bullied a college student into quitting♥️♥️♥️

[warukuzuri]

hellishheroics​:

Karen scoffed a little but dipped her head. She did want what was best for the city, that much was true. She wasn’t sure she could confidently say she still had any sort of spark. Maybe one borne of flint and eager to muscle her way through things like this with a steel arm but certainly no sort of shine like he seemed to think. Still, she would take it for now. “I appreciate you saying so.” The thanks managed to sound like a thinly-veiled insult thrown back at him.

“Oh? What makes you think that?” Karen asked curiously, one light brow quirked in interest as she shifted to catch his gaze.

“Mhmm, I’ve heard it all before,” she responded dryly, even as she reached forward to take the business card from him, tucking it away in her blazer pocket. “You’ll hear from me.”

“I haven’t visited in a while. Thought I’d stop by. Collect what is mine. Going to see a man about a thing.” Daken said vaguely. He’s been on too-good of terms with the good guys as of late, and it was about time something hit the fan. After his little talk with Oliver, it was only a matter of time before something else happened.  

“I look forward to it. We’re not too different, you and I. We’re both-” Daken thought for a moment as he pursed his lips, trying to think of the right way to phrase this. “-truth-seekers. Maybe in different ways.” Maybe that Daken was more willing to go illegal routes to get what he wanted, while Karen firmly stayed on the side of the law.

“I think this is going to be the start of a beautiful friendship. Mutually good. And if you need a way in, I have many ways in.”

[warukuzuri]

thatstheangle​:

Angelo looked over at the other man when he spoke, not having been paying attention. He gave him a once-over, and, seeing no reason to pay him any particular regard, shrugged. “In the eye of the beholder and such, I suppose,” he replied simply, content to leave the conversation at that. 

Daken glared at the other man, not seeing anything worth discussing. He had a general air of creepiness about him, something with Daken’s years of training under Romulus could help key him into. Or maybe it was so obvious that you didn’t need years of training under one of the best assassins in the world to figure out. 

“Are you the beholder in this case? Have you considered glasses?”

[warukuzuri]

prjectx10​:

xx

He rolled his eyes, as expected, Daken was going to put up a fight and refuse to go with him. When he sidestepped, Logan just stepped with him. “Yes, I do think so. A little birdy told me something and we need to bring you in. You wont come peacefully, that much I know so this is the next best thing.” 

“Whatever gave you the impression that I don’t like you? You’re the one who doesn’t like me despite trying to- you know? That doesn’t matter, you have to come with me, Daken.” He shrugged. “Yeah, well, this is important.”

“So, just based off some guy saying something? That’s the evidence you have?” Daken scoffed. “I know you want to paint me as some big bad villain in your mind, but I’ve been on good behavior recently. Scout’s honor.” Which was true, Daken hadn’t been doing anything, besides his brief conversations with Karen. But no stabbing people in the street, no fun missions from the ISA that involved stabbing.

“Oh, literally everything you do. Arresting me right now isn’t making you look too hot.” Daken said using his slight height advantage to glare downwards at Logan. “I don’t have to do shit, actually. I have important things to do as well.”

[prjectx10]

@warukuzuri

So, how do you capture the son of Wolverine who has everything he did? Well, first of all, you perch on a rooftop down wind of said son and wait till he starts to pass through the alley, out of the way of any prying eyes and…

Thud. Logan landed a foot or two away from Daken and straightened up, the bones in his feet and legs had already healed after jumping from that roof. “You’re coming with me.” He had a sack in one hand (because he’s not stupid enough to reveal the location of the Mousehole to an ISA agent) and his claws out on another, expecting a fight on his hands. “We can either do this the hard way or the easy way.” He lifted the sack then the claws to make his point.

[warukuzuri]

“No. I don’t think so.” Daken held up a hand, as he went to sidestep Logan. He was in no mood to engage in whatever bullshit idea Logan got into his head bout how to make Daken a good guy. Apparently, drowning didn’t work, so the next logical step was kidnapping. What a shock he didn’t immediately switch sides.

“What did I do exactly? Forget to pay child support? Filicide? Oh wait-” Daken stopped himself. “Honestly. What concrete evidence do you have against me, besides the fact that you personally do not like me? I would love to see concrete proof.” Daken crossed his arms, leaning against the wall as if didn’t care a single bit about this whole deal. Because he didn’t. “And I thought you agreed to leave me alone? Not doing great on that so far, chichiue.”

[thatstheangle]

OPEN!

“Hm.” 

And—ah. There it was, for all to see. A beautiful interpretation, really—the wave of her hair and the motion of her body. Angelo didn’t bother to hide his interest as he stood a few paces from the side of the building, just far enough to have a good view. Of the town square, the shining sun, the wandering civilians.

And Troia, as beautiful as ever, before him. Larger than life and immortalized in, what he presumed was, spray-paint.  

Now he just had to figure out why it was there, and why the webpage the google alert for Troia had sent him to had disappeared without a trace not fifteen minutes after the initial ping. “Quite a good likeness,” he murmured idly, taking a sip from his paper coffee-cup. 

[warukuzuri]

Daken scrunched his nose. That guy was creepy as fuck. There was a fine line between appreciating art, and whatever this guy was doing. Which felt illegal. These paintings have been popping up all after, and while Daken could appreciate some art once in a while, too many coincidences usually meant something was going on. And he didn’t really care that much about art like this. Too intricate to be some kind of calling card. 

“She’s alright. I mean, I’ve seen better.” Daken said, loudly enough for the other man to hear. “Art’s kinda shit.”

[secondwintersoldier]

@warukuzuri

“Can we get food first or something?“ To be clear, RJ wasn’t used to being paired up with just about anyone. This wasn’t a formal mission by any means, more reconnaissance than anything else, but he still wasn’t fond of having to play nice for the day. Sure, he was bad at this part of the job (RJ was the soldier, the muscle, not the leg work), but he didn’t even know this guy or if he was even any better at it. Yet here he found himself, stumbling through Payak with a partner. Or a tail. Or, worse yet, a babysitter? It was a little unclear. “I’m starving.”

[warukuzuri]

“Why didn’t you eat before we left?” Daken said, shooting this kid a look. This generation knew nothing about what it meant to go on missions and be good at them. Daken had been up for hours, getting ready to go do reconnaissance. Studying the landscape, figuring out any possible escape routes. and at the last second, was told he was bringing this kid on. He wasn’t a fucking babysitter. He didn’t like kids at all. Kids were tools to be molded into something better. Was Daken supposed to do that? He sent a look to the kid. “I don’t care. Starve then. You should have been ready.”

[warukuzuri]

hellishheroics​:

She lifted her eyebrows slightly at the story being spun to her. Corruption and lies and crime, none of that was new. But a creature without a soul? A demon haunting the woods and hurting others? Karen was almost certain this was out of her pay grade. Yet Karen did specialise in getting involved with stuff that she definitely wasn’t paid enough to handle.

“So you figured I’d be easy to manipulate into doing your bidding?” She asked, although there was very little accusation in her voice, her gaze cast downward to scan over the folder again. It would be a big story if what he was telling her was true. It would also be a grievous mistake if this creature wasn’t doing anything.

“Leave it with me. I can’t publish this on the say of one source. I’ll look into it, I can promise that much,” she said evenly, weighing up her options mentally. She could try to get to the bottom of it at the least.

“Never. I figured that we both want what’s best for this city. Some reporters get jaded after a while. You still have that spark.” Daken snapped his fingers on the word ‘spark’. Well, until the bureaucracy of having to bend to the will of the people actually running the newspaper weighed her down. Until then, she still had something to prove. Both to herself, and everyone around her. Same reasoning cults went after people who had recently moved somewhere. No one to tell them it was a bad idea.

“It’s really no rush. I have a feeling that I might be visiting soon.” Daken was at the very best, curious about what went on in there. Might as well sneak in. What were they going to do, tell him he couldn’t? 

“You’re my favorite. Don’t let me tell you any different.” Daken said after a pause, sliding his business card across the table with a two-fingered push. “If you need to find me, you know how.”

[warukuzuri]

oliverquino​:

“It’s sure as hell not gonna be a rematch here.” Ollie glanced around at the hallway they were in, the residential building, the chance of civilians coming upon them. “And it’s pretty fucking rich calling that an assault when you attacked my daughter and me in our goddamn home, you little no-account prick.”

Ollie stepped back, although he didn’t take his eyes off of Daken. “I’m not fighting you here,” he said. “But if you’re in Sokovia right now, then the next time we run across each other, kid?” The archer thinned his eyes. “There’s gonna be a reckoning. So you better prepare for it.”

Daken wasn’t going to attack him; if he’d meant to, he would’ve taken the opportunity when Ollie punched him in the throat. And from the looks of it he was already fine, so Ollie simply turned heel and left, briskly. 

Something to tell Logan, then.

“That wasn’t assault. It was a hit I was payed very handsomely for.” Daken said, standing up slowly. His haling factor has already healed whatever mark it was going to leave, but it couldn’t do much about him being winded. “Aww boo hoo. How awful. Maybe you should lock your windows next time. Don’t want anymore bad guys getting in.”

Daken rolled his eyes. “I’m terrified. Quaking in my boots.” Daken said sarcastically, before getting closer to Ollie. “The only reason I don’t gut you like a fish right right now is because there’s witnesses. If you want to see a reckoning, pretty boy, I can bring it to you whenever you want.”

“Tell Logan I said ‘Hello’. I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other soon, darling.”

[warukuzuri]

hellishheroics​:

“Take a seat,” Karen said, partially sarcastically as he sank down into it anyway. Still, she would hear him out in this endeavour. So when the folder came across the table to her, Karen glanced down to consider the intel she was being offered. It was something big, if it was true. She somehow doubted it - she trusted Daken about as far as she could throw him.

“Anonymity is standard practice for sources in my field of work unless I ask otherwise,” she said distractedly, tugging the folder open briefly to glance at the photos. She did recognise the figure in there.

“Interesting. And you want this leaked to the press? Or dealt with?” Karen asked evenly, closing the folder over and leaning on it. No sense in waving the photos about in public if she didn’t have to. In truth, she knew these photos wouldn’t see the press any time soon. Certainly not until they had been taken back to the Mousehole.

“I want accountability, above all else.” Daken said, as earnestly as possible. “They are obviously protecting this creature for some reason, and I don’t know why they don’t deal with it, especially considering how much it’s terrorizing everyone.” Daken shook his head. “They’re gonna protect it no matter what. Even bringing it right to their noses; they’re going to lie. That thing has no soul, whatsoever.”

“I think you love a story. And, since you’re so new here, you have to make a splash. I’m not gonna tell anyone else about this, so you can do what you want with the information. I’m just saying, if you crack the legend of that Monster in the woods wide open, people are going to appreciate it.”

Daken leaned back in his chair, letting the envelope sit heavy on the table. “I trust you completely. I’ve done all the heavy lifting here, all I need it your voice. And I’ll know you’ll do the right thing in the end.”

[warukuzuri]

risingreddeath​:

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“Oh, death is a mercy. It is nothing to be scared of.” She wasn’t. In fact, she felt some sort of familiarity with it. Not exactly a friend but a shadow that she felt walk alongside her. Perhaps because she was used to being surrounded by it. Comfortable in its weight. “There are worse fates than dying.” She then looked over to him. “And what is it that you do? They report no results in Sokovia. If you are wanting a free vacation, I would suggest going somewhere warmer to hunt them down so I don’t have to drink this horrid rye.”

“Jealous. If only I could have a manicure like that.” It was similar to Logan’s though she wasn’t going to bring that up. “That isn’t going to work for me.” She said simply as he offered her a promise. “That and let us not make promises neither of us may keep. This is work. Your teammate can be your target tomorrow. Even you. Even me. So, perhaps a truce for a moment.”

“I’ve been dead a few times. Not my best moments, but hey, at least I wasn’t there for them.” Daken shrugged. Elektra was making a cute effort at making her try and sound all world-weary and all-knowing, but Daken had spent most of his 70-something years on Earth training under the world’s greatest killer in the Icey depths of Northern Canada. Sure Hell’s Kitchen must have been really rough. “I do many things, people, and other nouns.” Daken said vaguely. “Nothing I don’t trust you to blab to other people. And you can leave whenever, unless, the ISA has something on you.”

“Armistice. No weapons drawn, for now.” Daken said, raising his hands as if surrendering, and re-sheathing his claws. “I was fully intending to keep my promise. I don’t break my word.”

[warukuzuri]

prjectx10​:

xxx

“I know, trust me I know the feeling of not being able to turn back because if I could, I wouldn’t choose the Weapon X programme.” He shook his head then his features softened at Daken’s other words. “He won’t, because if he does, he has me to deal with.” 

“No one is going to stumble upon them at all.” Logan let out a groan of his own now, watching him begin to pace. “Okay, that’s fair. I’m not going to push something on you that you clearly don’t want.”

“Yeah, and you’ve done a great job dealing with him in the past, seeing how he’s still alive and all.” Daken said. And he knew better than anyone else that Romulus was an unstoppable force. It was never a question of if, but rather when. 

“Clearly. I mean, you never cared before. Why now? Afraid you’re gonna go to a bad nursing home?” Daken asked. Couldn’t blame him for being suspicious when Logan randomly changed his tune.

[warukuzuri]

flameontm​:

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“Guess that’s a good thing. Lowers the rate of kidnappings and murders, right?” Johnny shot back. He tensed, eyes following the nod Daken made towards his room. Yeah, he kind of wanted it, the feel of a different kind of fire taking him over. It had always felt good before, like, out-of-this-world lose-your-mind kind of good, and what he wouldn’t give to go back to that time, let Daken do what he wanted to him, take everything Johnny wanted in return. Forget the rest. The next second Johnny felt sick with himself. After everything, what kind of person was he that he’d even consider-…  overcompensating with what might have been a bit too much disgust, he said forcefully, “Ha. Believe me, getting into bed with you again is the last thing I’m ever gonna do.” 

He frowned, mulling it over carefully. “They do do that sometimes.” It wasn’t a completely unbelievable scenario. Johnny himself had been beat up by the Hulk plenty of times. He still felt vaguely suspicious, not wanting to get suckered in again. Then again, it wasn’t as if Daken was playing up his injuries, going for the pity angle - which probably would have worked, given the way Johnny was having to hold back a fussy kind of concern building up in his chest. “Yeah, I know you do. You should still be more careful.” He winced inwardly at himself and added a layer of insulting, “You know, try pissing people off less, if that’s possible for you.”  

There was something close to hilarious about Johnny telling someone else to be more careful. He wondered, not for the first time, why he even still cared, why he was trudging down this hallway holding up someone who hated him. He was trying to touch Daken as little as possible, not even look at him if he could help it, but he could still hear his ragged breathing and the weight of his body resting against Johnny’s. He’d always responded to that, from the beginning, wanted to be the one giving Daken what he needed. Well, Johnny had never been very good at breaking habits. He could indulge himself a little longer, the door shutting behind him, all too conscious this was a bad idea and all too conscious that he didn’t really care.  

“No way, man. You’re the one always saying you’re nothing like him. I hate it when you talk like there’s some doomed family curse hanging over your head,” he said, shaking his head, still hovering even if now Daken was lying down safe, he really didn’t have an excuse anymore. Johnny watched him struggle to find a comfortable position, hating that the urge to try and help was warring with him. He rose his hands up defensively, “Ix-nay on the addy-day issues. Got it.  Sorry I brought him up. Forget it.” Come on, he’s not gonna keel over now, get out of here, he told himself. But he was still hesitating now that Daken was actually talking to him, maybe even letting his guard down. It reminded him so much of the old connection, the pull towards him, the way it had just felt right between them. If even part of it had been real, he wanted to know, didn’t he? This wasn’t just Johnny being drawn to the nearest disaster and waiting to go up in flames, self-destruct again, was it? 

He didn’t know if he was relieved or disappointed that Daken hadn’t read anything more into what he’d said, laughing softly under his breath. “Yeah, you got it. All just another day in the life for me.” Figured that most of the world thought Johnny was only in it for himself in and the one person he actually wanted to believe that he had selfish reasons for something was the only person who didn’t believe it. But it was probably better if Daken thought Johnny meant he’d do that sort of thing for anyone. It was just seeing him injured, the way he was lying back, looking close to weakened and frail, that was messing with Johnny’s head anyway. Making him feel a tenderness again that he’d thought he was well past. “Woah, hold up,” he said, half sarcastically, and half seriously not putting it past Daken to try for a kingdom and really not liking the idea. “Okay, you’d hate it down there. It’s cold, it’s dark … it smells like fish. Namor? Fish breath. Sue told me. A kingdom’s so not worth it.” 

He barely even registered his words, streaming out of his mouth as he worked on Daken’s wounds. He only realised how hot he was burning too late, but Daken hadn’t pulled away. He’d half expected to be shoved away but instead Daken had interlocked their fingers, holding on. Johnny didn’t know what to think about that and it was more important that he focus on cooling his temperature down anyway, but part of him got stuck on it, their hands together, the first sign Daken had showed of actually wanting Johnny there. That … meant something. It felt like it meant something. “Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to do that. Did that hurt? I’m sorry.” His voice caught on the apology, thinking not of this moment, but of attacking Daken years ago - or thinking it had been him - and the smell of burning flesh. He stared down at their hands, still linked together. It was all so fucked up, a mess, the only thing he knew was he didn’t want to let go. If anything he wanted to be closer, but only brought his eyes back up to Daken,  painful mix of regret and longing inside them. “Sounds fair to me. He’s a bastard. You know, when you came back … you could have called me. I would have liked to know. And … to be there. I mean, I know what it’s like, coming back to life.” 

Johnny flinched from Daken’s sudden aggressive movement but refused to pull backwards, holding himself in place as his eyes narrowed, “I’m not afraid of you. Don’t take orders from you, either. Sorry. I’m not just gonna shut up and go away.” He lowered his voice again, trying to sound less angry. “Look, I’m not good with words. I’m more of a show up and set things on fire kind of guy. But come on, you know I’m not exactly a mastermind. You really think I was pulling something over on you? I just liked you,” he said simply, feeling stupid about it all over again, but it was the truth and he didn’t have the energy or the heart to try hiding it right now. “That’s all I can say.” He brought the hand not still in Daken’s up to the side of his face, taking over wiping away the tears. His hand trembled where he touched Daken’s face. All Johnny could think of was him killing himself with that bomb. God, if it happened again…  Johnny bent his forehead closer, not quite resting against Daken’s, but there was barely any space left between them. “Hey, shhh. Shhhh. Don’t talk like that,” he said quietly, a whisper. “I don’t want that version back. It’s you that I …” He couldn’t say it, still struggling to find the right words. He was so much better at action. “I… don’t want you to die. Not again. Please, can you just … look, it’s okay. I promise, it’s okay.”

He waited with unspeakable anxiety, eyes shadowing Daken’s movements, afraid for this horribly vulnerable version of him. When Daken responded with something close to his usual snarl, Johnny didn’t even mind the insult, finally taking a breath again. “It’s alright. I’m not gonna use it against you. This is a ceasefire.” He was starting to smile as he said it - if Daken was making threats, he was at least a little back to himself. He should probably be more concerned, but all that was happening was Johnny’s grin growing brighter, unable to feel anything but relief. “Right now I think I could take you. But later, sure, you got it, when you’re all healed up, I’ll let you give it your best shot. It’s a date. Now stay still, you’ll hurt yourse-.” He got cut off by a pillow to the face and recoiled dramatically, still feeling light. “Hey, ceasefire, remember? What the hell, man?” 

“Keeping the general population safe by keeping it in my pants. Logan got rid of most of the female population by himself. For the good of the people and all.” Daken responded, only mostly sarcastic. He had no desire to follow in Logan’s footsteps, with a trail of bodies being in his wake. Daken knew he was an asshole, but the few people on his conscience already weighed heavily. He had no idea how Logan did it. Daken had only outlived a few past lovers of his, and it was agony. And perhaps, pushing Johnny away was the best choice. Then again, if Johnny wanted to, who was Daken to turn him down. “Come on, i’m sure there’s a way to change your mind.”

“I try, I try so hard. People just seem to have it out for me sometimes.” Daken said. He did piss off Red She-Hulk, and did do it on purpose, and would do it again. Getting in a fight with a Hulk was one hell of a story. Even though he barely made it out, it was still an achievement. Measuring his own fighting ability in opponents was the easiest way to do it. There was a ranking of pure strength, and Daken needed to be at the top. “I’m gonna get beat up. It’s the quickest way to learn.” Romulus’ words echoing in his mind. Which Daken knew meant he was really fucked up. Going to the basics of his training meant he could barely think. No even enough for a witty retort.

“There is a curse. Whole thing is cursed.” Daken muttered, not really able to stop of stream of words coming out of his mouth. He felt drunk, and as if he needed Johnny to know all this information. Like it was imperative that someone heard all of this as soon as possible. Daken had realized his life mirrored Logan pretty early one, with both of their parents dying in bloody ways, somewhat due to their own hand. The only difference was, Daken was never given a second chance. A group of people that believed in him, and believe he could be better. Instead he got locked in a frozen wasteland with a immortal murderer who had apparently installed in Daken a severe dose of lies and paranoia. Something he was just starting to unlearn.

Who knows what he would be like if the X-Men ever found him. He mulled over his question he had asked to Jean yesterday, about why he never came up as someone to save. Did Cerebro just instinctively skip over people that couldn’t be easily manipulated? Did Romulus have sort of mental cloaking that made them unable to be found? Or did Xavier just know he wasn’t worth the trouble. They already had one fixer-upper Wolverine on their hands, wouldn’t make sense to have two. In Daken’s darkest, more quiet moments, he liked to imagine that world. Fighting alongside the X-Men. Making a good name for himself. Being a hero he could be proud of. But, there was always some shadow looming over him. Romulus had told him, from the day he was born, he was fated to end up in Romulus’ hands. There was nothing Daken, or Logan, or even Itsu for that matter could have done. If Romulus wanted something, he was going to get it.

“I don’t give a shit. I don’t have to like him in order to share a bed.” Daken said, breaking out of his daze. “Most of his spouses end up dead. Cancels out. We’ll be fine. I’ll rub his gross feet wings, and he’ll say your sister’s name in bed and i’ll ignore it. Wonderful.” His head fell back on the bed. Of course he was half-joking, two big egos like Daken and Namor would kill each other in an instant. But, baring your neck could get you places. It got Daken and Johnny here. “What, are you gonna get me a kingdom? I would look lovely in a crown.” Daken said, his eyes closing as he tried to stay awake, his blood pumping quicker in his veins as it rushed to the different, injured parts of his body in order to heal him. At least something was working the way he wanted it to.

Daken looked down at their clasped hands, only now realizing that his palm was burning. Great. He still kept their hands together, knowing he could take a little pain for Johnny’s sake. He’d take all the pain the the world for Johnny. That thought made his heart stop for a few seconds, and his throat tightened up. How had Johnny Storm of all people, managed to fill the gap only one other person ever had. Or, Daken thought they had. “It’s fine. I’m fine.” Daken said, moving his other hand to wrap around Johnny’s. He always liked the heat. Not just in Johnny’s actual flame, but the warmth he brought to Daken’s life. Everything seemed brighter. Seemed safe, and warm, and loving. And when Daken went to L.A. it was monochrome. All drab shades of gray, and the only thing that brought back that light was Heat. “I- I should have.” He had no idea how that phonecall would even go. ‘hey sorry I tried to kill your entire family for a gag but wanna get a pizza?’. No way. “Was a little busy. Figuring out how I came back and all. Then dying again. Busy schedule.”

Daken glared into Johnny’s eyes, knowing it was a losing battle. When did he lose his edge over Johnny? Daken tightened his grip, tying to at least, physically, keep Johnny where he wanted him to be. “Fine. Whatever. I can’t control you.” He let out a sigh. It would be easier if he could. None of this would be happening. None of these tears spilling onto Daken’s face; he couldn’t even remember the last time he cried. Maybe New York. “Not a lot of people stick around for the personality,” because it was shit. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you wanted. I wish I could have been.” Daken said softly, now that they were even closer than ever. There was no way for Daken to have gotten out of Romulus’ grasp, and run away with Johnny. Not without endanger Johnny’s life. But there were a few times were Daken let himself get swept away into the fantasy. Joked about wedding venues and houses to move into. Johnny’s words seemed to open the final floodgates, and Daken moved his head quickly to the side of Johnny’s neck, as if hiding his face could allow for a smidgen of privacy. After all Daken had done, Johnny still liked him? At least tolerated him somewhat.

Daken finally leaned back once he got his emotions under control, knowing a total loss would cause his pheromone powers to flare up. He unclasped their hands to wipe at the tears on his face with his wrists, shaking his head as he tried not to think about how awful he probably looked. “No I’d beat you up. Easy.” Daken said, breathing easier, as he looked at Johnny’s face. “A date? Mr. Storm, i’m a married man. To the King of the Ocean or the sea or whatever.” Daken said, bringing a hand up to his chest as if scandalized by the mere thought. “Gotta keep you on your toes. You let your guard down.”

[warukuzuri]

hellishheroics​:

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When he glanced back at her, Karen canted her head a little, recognising the man who had been sent to orient her on her first day at the UN. She had to admit, she was surprised he had chosen to even engage with her again - he hadn’t exactly seemed all that enthused about showing her around, although she could hardly blame him for that.

Mhm,“ she said dryly, raising one eyebrow throughout his ramble and occasionally flicking her gaze back to the building whenever he gestured or mentioned it. At his last question, she snorted a little and shook her head. "Oh so there is an agenda,” she said lightly, sitting back in her chair to look him up and down. “Depends. What are you leaking to the press?”

It wasn’t surprising that she had gained that reputation so quickly but so be it.

“There’s always an agenda.” Daken said, sliding into the chair. He crossed his fingers, resting his chin on top.  He didn’t interact much with the other side of the building, so he needed to use up the one contact he had. Even if they had only met once, and it maybe wasn’t one of Daken’s finer moments, it was still a contact.

“I mean, completely anonymously and all.” Daken waved his hand back and forth. “But you’ve heard of that so-called monster in the woods? I know exactly what it is.” Daken slid a manila folder across the table with one finger. 

“A demon known as a Neyaphem. The Nomads know about it.” Inside the folder were a serious of pictures and accounts of both the monster that lived in the woods, and press pictures of Kurt Wagner. “They’re covering it up, since they believe it’s their friend, but ever since it died and came back, it’s been all fucked up.”

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oliverquino​:

Ollie watched the kid’s face as he talked, and unlike Daken, he listened to every word. Every tilt in cadence, every syllable hit, every choice of phrasing. Nobody would ever describe him – either in costume or out of it – as a humble man, but what Ollie was? Was pragmatic enough to know when you should ignore pride, pay attention, instead of dismissing the other person out of hand. Daken was assuming a whole lot.

And, well. Everyone knew the old saying about what happens when you assume.

“You’re wrong there, kiddo,” Ollie murmured, mostly through his teeth, staying just as close as he’d gotten even as Daken boldly looked down at his mouth, trying to provoke. Trying to be provocative. “I’m to everyone’s taste.”

He breathed in, and out, the exhalation bringing them almost close enough to brush against each other, and then said, “–if you were anywhere near as smart as you think you are, you would’ve realized I was talking about myself, not you. I don’t know who you are, Daken. And just like everyone else in your life, I don’t fucking care.”

Ollie swung his forearm up, slamming it against the boy’s throat. Daken was Logan’s son, same long life, same pattern of resurrection; so Ollie didn’t hold back, throwing all of his considerable strength into the blow.

“Well the thing is, I don’t care about you enough to take notice?” Daken said, tilting his head to one side as he observed the other man. His time in researching the man and his family didn’t lead to many personal conclusions. He figured that Oliver was hotheaded, and would defend his family and city over anything else. He also noticed the tightening of the other man’s throat, and the subtle shift back in his step, which gave Daken just a split second to brace himself before getting hit in the throat. Cheap shot.

He staggered back, clutching his chest as he tried to get air back in. Having his throat blocked in any way was the quickest way to freak him out, so either Oliver had done his research as well, or was just a dirty fighter. Daken straightened back u, fixing his gaze back on Oliver. “Now, that wasn’t very nice.” Daken said, fixing a sad look on his face.

That wasn’t true. Oliver’s rang a bit late in his head. That was something deeply personal- that Daken was terrified of dying without a person caring. It was only a few nights ago that he confessed that to Johnny, under the soft spell of a perceived safety in his room. Had Johnny said something? Was that all some sort of ruse to figure out Daken’s weak points. 

“I would fight back, but the thing is, I already won once. You’re not worth the rematch.” Daken said, his now mostly-fixed healing factor kicking back in to make him feel better. Truth was, fighting Oliver would be just what he wanted. A physical piece of proof that he was right about Daken. He would go back to whatever secret lair the good guys have and show off whatever mark was left, and they’d and coo over him and nod in rapt understanding that Daken was a monster. Perhaps he was. “Now, if you’re done assaulting me, I have other things to do.”

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prjectx10​:

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Logan took a slight step back. “I know how that feels, being told one thing through your life only to discover that it’s not who you are.” Meaning that Logan had felt like a weapon for a long time until he met the X-Men, even then he still felt that way but at least there were days when he could not think about it.

“That’s a good thing though, no one knows where it is, what I did with it. There’s no need to be paranoid.” He rolled his eyes as well but kept his eye on Daken’s body language. “Whatever you need to do.” Logan commented on that. 

“So you should know, this isn’t just some thing I can just... turn back.” Daken let out something that sounded like a sigh. He ran his hands over his face. “Fuck. Fuck this sucks.” Daken said, covering his face as if it would make this entire situation disappear. “I feel like if I think bad thoughts about...him, he’s gonna show up.”

“That makes me extra paranoid! Some idiot is going to stumble on it! At least with me you knew where it was.” Daken said, pacing in place as he turned around. “Look, I promised someone I was going to try and be better. This is me trying so hard not to punch you in the face as hard as I physically can. I don’t- I don’t even know.” Daken let his sentence stop, knowing there wasn’t much more he could say.

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risingreddeath​:

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Elektra tutted playfully as he said he wasn’t aligned to any side. “I’d watch who you say that to. If this is going to be a game, your going to have to play it better than say such reckless thing.” She mused as she looked over at him. She supposed he was right but how could she have a life outside of this? She didn’t even know who or what she was from what she was told by the ISA. “I draw the line at hair braiding and friendship bracelets.”

“I don’t do friends, Daken.” She replied simply. “I often find people are unreliable. Fleeting.” She told him as she inspect her drink as she spoke. “I often find weapons are ineffective if bound by something like that.”

“What are they going to do, fire me? Kill me? I can’t even kill me.” Daken sneered. “Oh no, one guy said he doesn’t really like us. Bullshit. I don’t think they care at all.” Daken said, waving his hand around. “I’ve doublecrossed teams in full view of each other. They just care that I do my job at the end of the day. No one else is willing to do their dirty work.”

“Ooooh, weapons. Deep cut.” Daken said, snikting out one claw. “Literally.” He said with a smile. It was probably a stupid idea to reveal this much to Elektra, but she wasn’t going to do anything. “How about this, I promise not to stab you, if you do the same. Deal?”