despair soldier.

Ikusaba Mukuro Fenrir SHSL soldier Despair zeshea // hiatus

[zetsubousenshi]

[rainfellkeeper]

♕ | If a job's worth doing, it's worth doing well.

[zetsubousenshi]

rainfellkeeper:

Perhaps she ought to leave the dragon to this girl as she seemed rather adamant on fighting it whether Aqua was there or not. However, their intentions didn’t appear to be aligned for she only wanted to capture it, while the other might want it dead. Of course such acts were illegal and she was bound to uphold the law of this world. It was a tricky situation, how could she prevent the dragons death yet fight it? She was a powerful mage but even this was a tall order for her. Perchance she could talk the other out of whatever arrangement she had, though in the midst of battle that was very unlikely. Though the little demonstration performed by the other gave some indication as to what they were dealing with. Bullets appeared ineffective, good news for the Keybearer as she wielded no such weapon.

"Whoever you are please stand back! This dragon is to be captured alive" projecting her voice forth. Surely the other knew the penalty for killing one of these creatures? If she succeeded in doing so Aqua had no choice but to arrest her, or at least attempt to. Then she must quell this creature before the other girl could kill it, there was no other alternative. Seemingly waiting for the beast to charge her before she made her move, it gave the young Master time to strike first. As it charged forward Keyblade was risen to the air, medium sized circles appeared on the ground in front of her feet, a yellow glow emitting from the discs. The creature ignored her entirely, likely angered by the girls previous attack that it all but forgot who it’s original target was. As soon as it’s large front claws were close enough the mine like discs slid across the ground to their intended target, exploding upon impact with the dragon. The force was enough to interrupt it’s charge, stunning it momentarily. Now was the time to follow up, whether she would make it before the other remained to be seen.

[ >> ] - - First thought that comes to mind is who this woman is exactly, or who she thinks she is, but the voice of order has to mean she's got some type of authority to capture the creature, or maybe she's working another job to do so for someone else. This was going to be a problem, clearly. Not that she's ever really been good with negotiations, though it does briefly cross her mind to talk this woman out of capturing said dragon alive. Said dragon was her prey and she has to kill it to accord with her contract. She wasn't in need of much money, but she was certain Junko did. The plot to bring about despair in this world-- it's what her little sister wanted, and that's not something she's willing to sacrifice for some blue-haired stranger giving her orders without merit.

Mukuro gives no response to her words, only making certain to watch the woman from behind the few steps she backed up. Once her weapon - or so Mukuro would presume, oddly tipped blade aside - was raised not long after came the appearance of discs upon the ground. Course she's not certain where that came from. Magic? Impossible, but she has no time to mull it over. The exploding impact gives halt to the dragon's approach; it's unexpected, and from where the woman attempts to move in before Mukuro does she knows she has to do something. Both steel pipes on hand the soldier lifts one, throwing one and the other consecutively aimed at the dragon's neck in hopes to snap its head off once more. Could the gunshot have weakened it? It's difficult to say, though she's doubtful it had now when both steel pipes are shot toward the dragon's neck that only snaps back, head moving down to search for its source following an angered roar.

This was... impossible. How does one even kill something without a heart? Might be better to rely on this woman to 'capture' said dragon; once it's weakened maybe then she'll figure out a way to kill it somehow.

[ignore-what-i-say]

She seemed more interested in his battle prowess than anything, hm not exactly like the kind of girls he used to know. Lady Zhenji, though she was a highly skilled warrior in her own right, wasn’t too interested in it all. Now that he thinks about it Wang Yi might have been the only girl he knew to take such avid interest in something like that, and she may never have if she wasn’t driven by vengeance.

"I do know how to fight" and more importantly how to kill, because in war it mattered more that you knew how to kill, to get results even if you couldn’t kill them.

"I was more than just a soldier, I was General of Wei, I served loyally under my Lord Cao Cao and his son Cao Pi." Not like he expected her to know who he was talking about but still it was better to put it out there.

"Why so interested in my ability to fight?"

[zetsubousenshi]

[ >> ] - - None of those names sounded familiar to her really, but the title of general was nothing if not impressive. It's a high ranking, to be sure. Just that it sounded a little old and she's to presume this guy died from somewhere in the old eras. Probably somewhere in China, by the sound of those names. 

"Then that means... You know how to use swords. Lances?" Two of which she knew to be old enough weapons that were used back then. She's more accustomed to using guns and knives, herself. Mostly guns.

Now that's a good question she isn't certain of a proper answer to, she has to think about it for a few. "Because it's something I'm good at. Fighting." Killing, to be precise. "I was a soldier back then, too."

[suchabadinfluence]

Craig cursed, though he refused to allow himself to jump. Like hell was he going to come across as a scaredy cat in this place. He kept his face lazily buried into the cushion, one eye glancing in the other’s direction. This must be..

"I guess you’re Mukuro.." The noirette mumbled, pulling himself up into a sitting position. "I’m Craig Tucker," He sat back, arms crossing over his chest. "Your new roomie.~ I apologise in advance, I may have given Kenny the idea of having a three-way."

[zetsubousenshi]

[ >> ] - - It's a surprise to hear her name spoken by this guy, when she had no idea who he was. Craig Tucker. Foreign-sounding. Not surprising. Course maybe she should've expected he'd know Kenny, just not that he was a new roommate. 

And now... this.

She blinks, brows furrowed slightly. Just what the hell was that supposed to mean, now? "You're joking," she says, as if to confirm it. Not that she was...entirely sure what that meant, having only learned certain things she wouldn't normally be interested in because of Junko. She'd already told Kenny if he tried going into her room she'd kill him. If he tried anything funny she'd kill him, too. But that went without saying, right? It'd probably be even more convenient if this guy knew that without saying, too.

[zetsubousenshi]

"Are you an interior decorator? Because when I saw you, the entire room became beautiful."

[ >> ] - - His words are met with silence. For a few seconds, really. Probably wouldn't have expected anything else from herself, at that. The first thought that comes to mind is something she intends to question him about, if only because it confuses her. 

It's not like this ever happened before. 

"Are you hitting on me?" Probably some kind of joke, considering this guy's nature. A pick-up line. She can't tell if it's bad or not, but it's easy to presume it is. The slight confusion upon her features is quickly replaced with a glare. Maybe that's enough of a warning that tells him if he tried anything else, she'd kill him. So she just walks away from the boy, comes into her room and shuts the door closed. Better to just store the next weapon she acquired than think about what that was, right?

[aismoved-deactivated20170706]

by 톤・トン

[ignore-what-i-say]

Fun…. What did he used to do for fun? It felt like such a long time since he indulged himself in anything he counted remotely fun. Though if he could count the one’s he remembered he had a few interesting hobbies. 

"I… think I used to play some game with the Guo Jia and I drank with Xiahou Yuan often. Oh I used to spar with Yue Jin when we had the free time." Sparring, drinking, games….. he didn’t do much besides fight did he…? Well considering his land had been in the long continuous cycle of battles and fighting, he guessed it wasn’t so bad, and well his guess were usually right.

[zetsubousenshi]

[ >> ] - - She's not one for much games, really. Maybe if Junko wanted her to play a game now she would, but being a mercenary left her otherwise occupied, not exactly given the chance to try it out back then. 'Course it's true that did spark a bit of her curiosity but even more so is placed when he talks about sparring.

"You know how to fight," spoken as if to confirm that though it does seem likely the guy's some type of soldier-- or perhaps a warrior, given his outfit. 

"Were you a soldier?"

[ignore-what-i-say]

Was it okay to be this lonely here? 

"I’m kind of bored too….."

[zetsubousenshi]

[ >> ] - - Thinking about it, she guesses it's kind of sad she's been around here still not knowing any good areas to keep herself entertained, if not simply occupied. Normally she wouldn't have much of a comment for that, but because she's been addressed and does share the same sentiment...

"...What do you do for fun?"

[suchabadinfluence]

With a half-hearted huff, Craig lay across his new apartment couch. This wasn’t like the one back at home, but at least he could take up all the room without Ruby moaning. He smushed his face into a cushion, letting out a soft sigh in the process.

"This isn’t so bad.. I guess."

[zetsubousenshi]

[ >> ] - - Maybe the most she could deal with was one. Even then she'd felt relatively... displeased at the fact that there had been another person who's been placed to live with her when she was sure the guy couldn't be trusted. Guy's name was Kenny, as to her memory. Just the type you'd wanna avoid--Mukuro was certain of that. 

Now that there's another unknown face lying oh-so-comfortably on the couch she stands over him with furrowed brows, 

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

[zetsubousenshi]

[ ooc; ] I'll get to the other stuff here soon when I get back into the ~zone~ of writing long replies (and faster too...weeps as if I would ever be)

Threads page has been updated and here's who I know I owe?

Crow (vafernix)

Lucina (disownedtime)

Fetch (neonsource)

Helen (tajujinkaku)

If I missed anyone please let me know! I haven't been on Mukuro as of late and the activity page isn't exactly 100% reliable sooo yeah. Also lemme know if anyone wants to thread and stuff. Just gotta bear with me and my slowness tho

[rainfellkeeper]

♕ | If a job's worth doing, it's worth doing well.

[zetsubousenshi]

rainfellkeeper:

Oddly the job never really required much out of her, or perhaps she’d become so accustomed to doing something every minute of the day that the down time made her a little restless. However, a job was a job and she never did anything half heartedly. Plus it gave her a chance to scope out the entirety of the city, any clues or signs to suggest an escape would be welcome. During her short time as an officer in the Hellhounds she’d only had to deal with minor disputes, though she’d been informed of Sh’tori’s more violent and dangerous citizens. It just never occurred to her that she’d cross paths with one. Skeletal Dragons were as quoted to be avoided and to ‘stay out of their way at any cost’, well perhaps that was sensible but she wasn’t willing to risk the life of another, that was a cost she refused to pay.

Whomever the rogue dragon had decided to pick on soon made their leave once she had their attention. Perhaps there was an opportunity to solve this peacefully, one could hope. "Aren’t you supposed to work in the hospital healing the wounded?" Projecting her voice forth as the crunching and creaking of bones were heard as it’s attentions became fully focused upon her visage. The singular dragons response was to roar directly at her, taking no notice of her plea.

The earth beneath her feet shook and it took all her strength to stay balanced, arms instinctively covered her face and upper body. It appeared the peaceful approach wasn’t going to work here. Of course things were never cut and dry, there were always complications. The appearance of another, one who had not ran when faced with such an overwhelming force. "What’re you doing? You need to leave!" Never to admit that backup would be greatly appreciated. 

[ >> ] - - Skeletal dragons wandering around the suburbs. She'd been told of many of these oppressors. Truth is it's difficult to figure out which of these giants she'd needed to kill. In life she'd grown accustomed to being told physical descriptions of people she'd needed to kill, and often they'd come in groups. Dragons on the other hand were a different matter. Probably would've been easier if these things had skins and faces to distinguish one from another, but whatever the case may be this'll have to do. Kill that skeletal dragon, the man had said, and she'd get paid a ton once the job's done. Only thing is she wasn't exactly given a proper description of which dragon he'd meant. Not even when she'd asked. Just that it was bigger than most others. So to accord with Mukuro's logic she'd just have to kill all the skeletal dragons she can find. This one did seem bigger than the others she'd found, anyway. And so in contrast to the blue-haired stranger's voice of an order--at least from what it sounded like, Mukuro remains still where she stands. Eyes a bright shade of cerulean only glancing in the woman's direction for a brief second, indifferent. Still left unfazed even more so when the creature halts its roar and approaches, instead only preparing herself for battle with sights fully focused upon her target.

Breathe.

Pulling out the shotgun attached to her back to fire at the creature's neck--somehow hoping the force would blow off its head and see if it would keep moving from there. Mukuro jumps back instinctively to create space between her and the creature. Too bad it's all for naught when the shot only momentarily causes its head to snap back, bringing the creature's approaching movement to an abrupt halt only to have its head move downwards again, facing her now with an angered roar. Now Mukuro thinks perhaps she should've planned this out more carefully, tactics weren't exactly her expertise but of the several grenades, two pistols, a knife, and katana behind her back she'd just have to rely on her instincts to kill this thing now. From her position she spots several long steel pipes, likely there for construction purposes before they'd evacuated--whoever they were, probably because of these dragons as she suspects. Taking one in each hand to defend herself when it comes, maybe hit the creature several more times to see if it would fall. Thick as the objects were the weight on each hand wasn't an issue due to the strength others had found unusual for her stature. Head turning to face the blue-haired stranger to examine what she's doing before focusing her sights upon the dragon. Another roar comes before she's certain--all that's left is to wait for it to charge in her direction now.

[zetsubousenshi]

justapoorkid:

   ☠     ;; “Mukuro Ikusaba.” Wow, that really rolled off the tongue. He was not even sure if he had pronounced it correctly. Was it even English? Well, probably not. Then again, it only made the girl all the more interesting. The blond had never lived with a pretty girl before, well, a girl that wasn’t his sister. As beautiful as he thought Karen was, it was not the same thing. “Hm, is there a nickname or somethin’ I can call you by? That name is a fucking mouthful.”

   Wait… what did she just say? A bead of sweat formed and slowly made its way down in cheek, followed by a small chuckle. Wow, this chick must have been territorial or something. Or maybe she has something to hide? Nonetheless, the message was clear. He would not go into females bedroom, at least not for the reasons she would think of. “Yeah, yeah. Got’cha. No going into your room.” Though he had to wonder, If she killed him, would be stay dead? They seemed to be in hell after all.

[ >> ] - - A nickname? Guy's a little too quick to push through with familiarity, isn't he? Then again she doesn't care, as long as he respects that boundary she wouldn't mind too much about what he calls her. Not that she's really thought about nicknames all that much. She'd grown accustomed to people just calling her by surname, mercenaries and fellow students in the academy included. Though there was Junko, some others did try to call her... "Mukuro." Three syllables, short and hopefully uncomplicated enough for the blond stranger. Eyes of cerulean blue intensely falling upon the other's, almost a touch of curiosity upon features usually inscrutable. Definitely from overseas back home, so in accordance to their customs she would just call him Kenny. 

A growling noise resounds from her stomach in the following seconds of pause; Mukuro simply looks down, furrowed brows appearing slightly annoyed and she looks up at Kenny. "You have food with you?" Not that he needed showing around in this place, it's all just straightforward. Food was more important; it really is too bad she didn't have the time to shop till now. 

[twistedxideals-blog]

   ☠     ;; Oh? So was this the girl. A flirtatious grin almost instantly appeared over his features. Wow, she was definitely not bad looking. Well, the girls he had been chasing over the years had just been from that small mountain town of his, well that and looking through certain magazines.

   “Kenny McCormick, and who might you be?”

[zetsubousenshi]

[ >> ] - - She has to admit he doesn't look that bad. Could be called cute in some standards, but that flirtatious grin sets her to think broadly of his intentions. Could be the ladies man type of guy, or a pimp, or all of that plus an idiot and she's gotta be careful. Except it is kinda weird she's being smiled at like this as herself--it was always Junko who had these types of guys chasing after her. Now she isn't certain what to think.

   "Mukuro Ikusaba," she says, eyeing him carefully. Should she just say it straight out? Just like she'd warned Naegi, but that was her being Junko.

   "...Don't ever come into my room. I'll kill you if you do." And she has weapons in there, gotta keep his hands off of those.

[twistedxideals-blog]

   ☠     ;; “Sweet. Looks like I am going to be rooming with a chick~”

[zetsubousenshi]

[ >> ] - - " ..."

She just stands there and stares at him. With suspicion. Now could this possibly be the new roommate she's been told about? Certainly hopes that isn't the case, but then she does have her ways if the guy turns out to be an idiot. 

[disownedtime-deactivated2014072]

[☆] ｅｄｇｅ  ｏｆ  ｔｈｅ  ｅａｒｔｈ

[zetsubousenshi]

disownedtime:

Hearing the confirmation that the other is safe, Lucina places priority on her surroundings. Ah— This is when she wishes she was blessed with the ability to see in the darkness, or rather, use fire to illuminate surroundings. Unfortunately, that trait was enthroned upon the other twin. Lacie always had been the better one when it came to utility.

Pushing unrelevant thoughts aside, she takes a hesitant step forward, keeping a hand placed against the wall. It would only take the act of getting knocked over to leave her vulnerable. Breathing. She could hear it. A tremulous, raspy breath. One that made the hair on the back of her neck stand. Adrenaline surges through veins, one half of her mind screaming to fall back, and the other wanting to push forward.

Though, she’s always been one for the thrill.

It would seem her wish would be granted soon enough.

A thunderous roar, and the creature lurches through the darkness. She plans to meet it but, as always there would be a complication. Twinned movement comes from the other side, and both collide on each other with much force. 

The sound of shattering. Ice, being the source.

With such a quick strike, her only option had been to defend. And thus, Lucina encased herself in ice, bracing for the impact. As she would fall, the outer layer would fissure, and her hand breaks through, grabbing an unspecified appendage belonging to the perpetrator, locking it’s movement. 

“Now—!” She calls, signalling to the girl.

[ >> ] - - Shock.

The collision was unexpected, senses taking in the other's presence a fraction of a second too late till movement is halted by the force of impact. Cold. She feels it for a moment till she's pushed back, catching herself just in time to stop the fall. The shattering sound that reaches her ears draws impossible conclusions. Darkness only adds to the complication, but she sees no need to think on it for the moment. Nor can she really, in this instance.

Her head twists to the source of the voice, instincts rising to control her actions. In response, focus is placed upon surroundings, following the source of its heavy breathing the hand that grips the handle of the dagger shifts in turn toward the creature's location. Blade pierces through flesh as she dives forward; she does not flinch by its angered roar overpowering the room, only pulling out the weapon and inwards again to replicate the action. At this point the roar shifts strangely into a shrill cry. She feels its form shaking... bubbling? The presumed neck of the creature held onto, and soon its full form... dissipates. Turned into liquid as Mukuro falls to the floor with a splash of water pooling over the ground.

She breathes, hand still gripping the weapon whilst shifting her sights toward the location of the girl just mere seconds from where she'd spoken. Was this the end of it? She would certainly hope so.

"...You okay?"

[vafernix-blog]

Headlock [Crow and Mukuro]

[zetsubousenshi]

vafernix:

Flashing lights, cheers from all around and that smell of success—Wicked Medusa Casino, what a place to be in. Already sauntering inside, green eyes had begun to take in the surrounding, Crow finding the entire facility to be very distinct. The slot machines and table games, everything made quite the unique sight; different but interesting, and that was not all. The buckets lying besides clients, filled in with trikhids and play coins; the mischievous smirk that he wore couldn’t be helped.

Swiftness and patience was key here, the male mildly skilled in both. Going around the casino scooping up money from the unsuspecting was like taking candy from a baby, far too easy. That however didn’t mean his streak would go on forever.

He had been repeatedly swiping away gambled money from a table of poker, those whom played questioned each other about the missing cash, going as far as getting into arguments. But soon enough his luck had ended, the very participants noticing and beginning to cursing at his action, finding it quite the brightest idea to encircle around him. It had seemed someone else had been unfortunate enough to be caught in the ring of burly bodies—but that mattered little to them. 

So you’re the one who’s been takin’ the dough, do  you have a death wish?! Yeah, I’ll go and twist your little neck as a lesson for touching what’s not yours. Lemme at 'im, Lemme at 'im!!

Crow never had fear of being in dangerous situations, this one was just like the others; his response the same as usual, a chuckle from amusement. “You guys are pretty funny” he stated, cocking his head to side with a sneer “I’ve taken your stuff about five times now. Haven’t you heard? When a thief steals from you, the first is enough, second is by chance and third means you’re dumb.” 

He paused for a bit to let those words sink in, the frothing anger on their faces proved it was working. Tipping his hand upwards he continued “I’ve stolen from you guys about seven times, man you’re preeetty stupid.”

That's it, I'm wiping that smug look from his face. It was right then that an individual had stepped out of the circle and delivered a punch to the android. Naturally, he felt no pain but the impact did knock him back a few steps and into the other whom was there. It was to set of a chain of events, the men wasting no time in following along and approach them both. 

[ >> ] - - If it weren't for her job, she wouldn't have known what she was doing in here. Probably wouldn't have been here in the first place, except maybe for reasons to sate her curiosity after having been told what Junko had said to her previously. She wouldn't doubt Junko's brilliance, of course. Not really one to think too hard about something either, the next thing she surmised about her methods to double Mukuro's earnings was to resort to... gambling? That's right, gambling methods--maybe. In either case, that's not exactly why she's here. She could just ask Junko about that, anyway.

The reason why she's here is to kill. Do her job to hunt down the next target, given by her latest client. Guns had suited her tastes far better, though she'd resorted to other methods given its necessities. Walking further inward comes a sight unexpected, but nothing she isn`t all too familiar with. Eyes would cut past the sight, searching the environment calmly just until she feels the impact of another against her arm. It`s an impact much harder than she thought to feel from the guy`s stature--almost as if he was made of steel. Was that even possible? A sideward glance is given, but given the air of hostility she assumes a defensive stance, turning in full immediately to face her new adversaries.

It's an annoyance, first and foremost. She'd rather get the job done than have to deal with the consequences of this guy's actions. Thievery can be a necessity to survive, but to steal from them seven times? He's just asking for this. Still, such thoughts were not spoken, perhaps only evident in her expression, cold eyes only shifting from the boy to her enemies now coming at her. Following her inclinations she pulls out a knife, driving it straight into the man's chest that came charging towards her. Several kicks and punches were thrown from attackers left to right, others thrown into the ground, a larger knife taken from a burly man's hand that she uses to stab two more--

Are you fucking kidding me?! Who is this bitch--

Eyes immediately shifting toward the speaker, except the man pulls out a gun from his belt, pointing it toward the boy's head. You keep at this an' I'm warning ya, I'm gonna shoot this kid!

[zetsubousenshi]

[ ooc; ] WOW OKAY I just edited that reply to Fenris after re-reading it like the third time several minutes past posting and realized I totally just wrote the opposite of what I'd meant because of my wording ;~; I suppose this goes to show I should sleep; apologies I couldn't get to more of these super late replies, hopefully next time I'm on I'll be able to clear these drafts;;