#♥ ♦ put your ray gun to my head. ( ODYSSEY ) ♠ ♣

[fatings]

@umbane   contacted   the   Wildcard.   (   odyssey   starter!   )

      𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓   𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆   he   anticipated   today   was   this,   actually.   he'd   stared   at   the   incoming   communication   for   a   solid   few   seconds   before   he   gathered   his   thoughts   to   answer   it,   agreeing   with   smooth   tone   to   permit   boarding.   the   Wildcard   was   docked,   the   rest   of   the   crew   busying   themselves   with   the   market   they'd   come   to.   of   course   when   he   was   alone   he   would   get   into   this   kind   of   shit.

            he   really   needs   a   drink.   he   hopes   he   lives   long   enough   to   get   it.

      ❝   Well,   I'll   be.   ❞   he'd   gone   to   greet   his   'visitor',   friendly   disposition   primed   and   ready   to   go   despite   how   uneasy   he   felt.   Twisted   Fate   wasn't   an   idiot   ;   anyone   who   had   an   OUNCE   of   brains   knew   who   Ordinal   Kayn   was.   The   real   smart   ones   knew   not   to   mess   with   the   guy.   He   tries   to   think   back,   and   as   far   as   he   knows   he   hasn't   particularly   intervened   with   this   man's   affairs.   He   thinks   very,   VERY   briefly   about   Yasuo   before   the   thought   is   swiftly   kicked   out   of   mind.

         ❝   An   honor   indeed   t'   welcome   you   aboard   th'   Wildcard,   sir.   ❞   he   opts   to   both   tip   his   hat   &&   bow,   before   stepping   back   some   to   better   welcome   him.   Please   don't   kill   me.   ❝   Now,   to   what   do   I   owe   the   honor   an'   pleasure?   ❞

[fatings]

@celestieu   says   ; “I   was   talking   about,   like,   a   pretty   necklace.   Or   a   nice   hat.“

      ❝   𝐎𝐇.   ❞   Twisted   Fate's   thoughts   promptly   crash   —   because   he   was   most   certainly   thinking   about   things   more   in   line   with   PRICELESS   ARTEFACT   ;   all   of   which   if   he   didn't   have,   he   could   certainly   find   it.   he   deflates   somewhat,   rolling   his   shoulders   &&   adjusting   his   hat,   trying   to   not   look   particularly   disappointed.

                        ❝   I   mean,   I's   got   plenty   o'   those,   I'm   sure...      ❞

[fatings]

@wolvensden   contacted   the   Wildcard.   (   odyssey   starter!   )

      𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓   𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄   he   had   an   overarching   mission   didn't   mean   he   couldn't   pick   up   others   along   the   way,   right?   right.   his   current   crew   surely   wouldn't   mind   too   much.   he   was   the   captain,   anyway.   

               so   long   as   they   didn't   kill   him   over   it,   it   was   fine.

   this   place   could   be   worse,   he   supposed.   better   than   landing   on   some   shit   hole   of   a   planet,   or   worse   —   a   too   massive   complex   of   a   ship   that   clearly   was   barely   taken   care   of.   he   could   always   have   such   meetings   like   this   on   his   own   ship,   but   that   felt   a   little   too   risky   for   his   tastes.   his   ship   had   both   important   things   on   it   &&   was   something   he   didn't   feel   too   keen   on   it   getting   busted   by   meeting   with   the   wrong   person.   while   his   compatriots   went   off   to   do   their   own   things,   he   was   doing   his   —   ending   up   in   the   presence   of   Sett   ;   a   stranger   far   exceeding   his   height   and   with   a   disposition   that   told   him   he   needed   to   play   nice.   good   thing   he   was   great   at   that.

            ❝   So,   I   reckon   you're   the   feller   lookin'   for   my   expertise?   ❞   he   greets   with   a   tip   of   his   hat,   smile   charming   as   ever.   ❝   Lucky   you,   I   got   room   in   my   schedule.   Just   what   can   I   do   fer   ya?   I   suppose   you's   already   know   my   name,   but   as   a   courtesy,   y'can   call   me   Twisted   Fate—   or   just   Fate's   fine.   ❞   

[fatings]

@bilgequeen   says   ; “I   will   tear   him   apart   slowly…   piece   by   piece,   until   he   knows   some   semblance   of   the   profound   and   unceasing   pain   I   knew   every   single   day.“   from   gun   goddess   sarah   :)

      𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐑   stares   at   his   alcohol   like   it's   the   damnedest   thing   he's   ever   see,   brows   raised   as   he   tries   to   compute   what   the   hell   he   ought   to   say   to   that.   he   should   be   ACCUSTOMED   to   this   by   now,   given   his   company   of   late,   but   he   still   feels   as   bewildered   as   ever.   

            ❝   Shit.   ❞   He   says,   swirling   the   drink   before   downing   it.   ❝   what'd   I   say   t'get   it   this   dark?   gods.   ❞   he   isn't   drunk   enough,   he   thinks.   ❝   who's   this   again?   who   are   we   talkin'   about?   i   'unno   the   people   i   rob   'side   from   a   location   &&   visuals,   y'know?   iffin   he's   some   sorta   big   killer   than   ...   sure,   shit,   tear   'em   up.   ❞

[fatings]

@hasakii   says; “I   don’t   know   why   they’re   after   us.   What   a   mystery   this   is.“

      𝐈𝐓'𝐒   𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘   𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍   they   tuck   themselves   in   a   slim   alley   that   Twisted   Fate   can   afford   him   a   somewhat   withering   glance,   golden   eyes   narrowed   as   he   taps   his   visor   to   deactivate   it   EXCLUSIVELY   to   look   at   him   proper.

            ❝   yeah,   I   wonder.   ❞   he   scoffs,   readjusting   his   hat   with   some   annoyance   as   he   leans   to   peek   around   the   wall.   ❝   i   swear,   sometimes   I's   wonder   if   you   even   got   the   good   sense   th'   gods   gave   a   goose.   ❞   he   shakes   his   head   at   that,   retreating   from   his   glance   around   to   squint   at   Yasuo   again.   ❝   I   was   hopin'   to   stay   here   a   while   longer   ...   but   seems   we   gotta   get   th'   hell   outta   here.   ❞

[fatings]

@hasakii   says   (slurs); ‘   a   handsome   face   in   this   whole   place   that   isn’t   me   …   finally.   ‘   captain   laughs   over   his   glass,   smile   wide   and   crooked;   the   look   of   a   man   who’s   had   a   little   too   much   to   drink.   yasuo   slides   into   the   seat   next   to   him   with   practiced   easy,   leaning   on   the   bar   with   his   elbow   as   he   scrutinizes   the   gambler   aside   him.   ‘   fancy   seeing   you   here.   having   a   drink   before   your   next   job,   fate   ??   ‘

         𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐓𝐎   𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊   usually   met   with   some   sort   of   reunion.   now,   usually,   it   was   a   BAD   one   —   he   really   did   have   the   knack   for   running   into   people   who   wanted   to   kill   him.   seems   he   and   his   various   antagonists   happened   to   like   to   drink   at   the   same   places.   now   if   only   they   could   bond   over   that   ...

               but   luck   would   have   it,   tonight   he's   got   it   easy.   well,   easier   than   usual   ;   given   he   didn't   bother   to   get   wasted   in   public   unless   he   needed   some   form   of   relief.   lucky   him,   the   man   who   settled   beside   him   was   familiar   &&   thus   warmly   welcomed   as   a   more   genuine   grin   is   quick   to   spread   across   his   features.   ❝   well   I'll   be   damned,   ❞   he   turns   himself   proper,   golden   eyes   flickering   over   the   other   man.

            ❝   somethin'   like   that.   ❞   he   agrees   vaguely,   waving   his   free   hand   before   taking   a   drink.   ❝   th'   hell   are   you   doin'   around,   Yasuo?   not   that   i'd   ever   complain   o'   your   company—   don't   think   there's   any   other   I'd   wanna   see.   ❞