#dyn :: siphvnr / kai : 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀.

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continuing from my last reblog;

@siphvnr ———— I’m CACKLING

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@siphvnr if this is not the damn diner scene we had written about a month ago, I don't want it.

god id wish youd shut the fuck up

wish denied

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❛ what, you like to watch? you goddamn sicko. ❜

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝑾𝑯𝒀 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐒. To her horror, she found herself completely engrossed with the task and realized if her destiny was set up any differently, she'd have made one hell of a detective. When the deep yet animated voice of her accomplice seized her ear, the darkened nuances of his voice almost rasping there, she couldn't help but to simper slightly. Her noir, sculpted eyebrows hiked up playfully, and Nausicaä swiftly turned her head to glance at him with the violet eyes of a shark circling.

❛ Are you saying that you don't like to watch? We know you are probably the world's biggest voyeur, especially with you being entrapped in the hell of your own making for so long. ❜ She grinned, rolling her eyes playfully. ❛ You get off on such things, and you damn well know it. ❜

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❛ i won’t let them kill you. i won’t let them even touch you. (a friendly prompt from kai? in this economy? damn)

𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒, sleeves of note-filled scrawl that could probably fill up a mid-sized printer, her eyes roam over the lid of her Macbook Pro toward the usually mischievous Malachai Parker. Surprise couldn't quite mask the emotions from his brief exchange of words, which lay bare for all to see. It almost sounded protective, almost. But she knew him, ever the opportunist that he was. There was something going on beneath the surface of him to paint such words into fruition. Her eyebrows arched, further displaying her surprise, an epiphany marking her next discourse.

[ . . . ] ❛ What makes you think they could get within a mere foot of me, let alone through the front doors of the mansion? Do you know I have a hellhound at each entryway, just waiting for the pounce? ❜ She simpered, and stood to stretch, turning toward him fully, giving him her undivided attention. ❛ I know you won't. You have more in common with Niccolo Machiavelli than you do with Saint Peter. And that's why you are my right hand, Kai. ❜

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❛ this was not how it was supposed to go! ❜

The pursing of her lips after she had just applied the designer gloss made a smacking resonance, and with a dramatic twitch, she placed her hands on her lips and crossed one ankle over the other as she watched what happened— or rather, what should have happened. ❛ Cristo en una galleta, ❜ she blasphemed, and internally, she wryly bit down on her invisible lip.

Sometimes, she’d have flareups, but it would be to the point of burning down a whole village and not something this gory and aimed. But in natural Malachai Parker fashion, he had lived up to the true potential of his shady name, even IF it was part of the manmade la Biblia. That alone meant that it couldn’t be entirely trusted, nor anyone with the name Malachai. Which made her trust him implicitly. And yet, she did not have any idea why.

❛ Oh, come on. Remember that time you took out an entire wedding? Just be happy that your abilities weren’t taken away— by the way, you really know how to get your whole head involved in the matter. ❜ She laughed, knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist her punning at him. ❛ Kai, relax. Breathe. At least your powers aren’t on the fritz, and you might be able to take out the whole human race. It just needs a wider… aim. ❜ 

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[ THEY’RE A 10 BUT … ] nausi would rip kai to shreds if he said something negative, which makes her a 12.

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that’s an urban legend. calm down.

❛ How do you know what is or isn't an urban legend? Unless you somehow fabricated the information to be passed through various sources. Isn't that hard to do from hell? ❜ She eyed him mechanically, unable to help herself as she floated to the back of her seat, resting against the cushion against the blades of her shoulder. Oh, this should be rich. Any story coming out of his mouth is always a recipe for unequivocal respite.

❛ Besides, the Bunny Man well [ . . . ] existed around the time of your greatest hits! Fancy that, maybe you ARE the Bunny Man. ❜ Swallowing into a half-cocked wry smile, she couldn't help but to continue. ❛ Virginia? You were there at one point. So check. Axe? Check again. Urban legend my ass. ❜

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what can i say? i like playing with my food.

( I felt like this could ALSO be attached to the diner scene, soooo same setting, different passage! )

She shifted in her seat, deeming to not raise her partially shrouded eyes to catch his irony-bled movements, the dark timbre of libretti befalling his lips holding her bemusedly off-guard. Would they ever leave this shitty little diner? Linda was probably a goner, just like the rest of the crowd that drifted along the lengthwise perimeter of the restaurant, sitting endlessly upon the ripped leather barstools worn with time and lack of reconditioning.

❛ Oh yeah? It's either you shove the rest of that burger into your mouth, or I am going to cram it down there, ❜ her eyes drifted upward, but she remained to look at him from the tops of her eyes, about having enough with his puerile antics. She sat there, bristling, entirely on edge, and it was obvious that this was had been his goal all along.

❛ Are you satisfied? You got the side of me you were hoping to have. Consider it a parting gift. ❜ Standing up, she threw a crisp Benjamin Franklin on the table, and wiped her mouth with the thick napkin before placing it on her plate.

❛ Okay Parker, where to? ❜

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are you lying to me?

Hands splay the table, stretching out each slender digit in front of her before she gripped the edge of the oak table, stretching like a languorous house cat. It had been a long day, and being in the car with him for several states had begun taking a toll on her, especially when she had offered for them to fly out with the Thorn jet. Somehow she had been convinced to go the long route; and here they were, in her tiny Porsche. Her compact legs, albeit on the curtailed side, were definitely feeling the urgency of a good basking in the resident hot tub at the shithole hotel they wound up in. She almost forgot she hadn't been alone when his voice cut through the peaceful night, booming with avid lucidity.

❛ Now, why would you think I'm lying to you? ❜ She was perplexed of the fact that she could get a word in, as usually he occupied enough dialogue to speak for her and anyone in the vicinity. But just now she could feel those eyes on her. What might make another person feel alarmed didn't have that same withstanding effect on her, and something gave way to his mannerism that detailed he might have been a little disappointed. It could have been a figment of her imagination, but she wasn't to keen on playing games tonight.

❛ I told you we were going to stop at a shithole and we have definitely stopped at a shithole. We have to keep a low profile because I am pretty sure that waitress at the diner recognized you. ❜ Rummaging through her bag for extra clothes, she eyed him mechanically. She had an inkling that he knew that she knew he wasn't referring to the crummy hotel or that waitress.

❛ Lying is a fine art, and I think you've done your fair share today. If I happen to keep up with you, you should be rather smug that your questionable behavior is rubbing off on me. ❜

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the grimoire we're looking for isn't here. somebody must've took it . . .

Nausicaä honestly wondered if he thought she had been born yesterday. Sure things must have been simpler in a time like 1994, but she knew who he was, what he was about, and he was akin to the god of mischief with how he always seemed to be knifed to the hilt with that kind of thing.

❛ By somebody, do you mean you, or are we still acting like we have no idea what is going on. ❜ She knew Kai was up to his bullshit, it gave off a thick redolence of perversity, and the wood paneled room they stood in offered no more clues than a haystack would give up its secret compartment for the needle.

❛ I swear to the unholy legions that if you are messing with me right now, I might take second flight with that whole spontaneous combustion idea. ❜ She definitely hadn't fallen off of any turnip trucks, and she would throttle him if he was ushering her into a trap, just as he was known to do.

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tag dump iv. -- please ignore.

━━𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒━━

v       :       𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬       ‚       arc i.

v       :       𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧       ‚       arc ii.

v       :       𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬       ‚       arc iii.

v       :       𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴       ‚       arc iv.

━━𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒━━

dyn :: bloodwr4th / kol : 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗾𝘂𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻. dyn :: mccklynaive/ val barnes : 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗹. dyn :: renownedagent / marcus hughes : 𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱. dyn :: maxmoffs / wanda maximoff : 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺𝘀 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘁. dyn :: the-v0iid / lupin delmont : 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲. dyn :: deucalion black : 𝘀𝗰𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗴. dyn :: demetria thorn-black : 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝘄𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲. ━━𝐍𝐏𝐂𝐬━━

dyn :: francesca : 𝗶'𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗲. dyn :: damon / damnatore : 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀. dyn :: siphvnr / kai : 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀. dyn :: narcissa : 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗴𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆. dyn :: nikolai black : 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱.