#grislyintentions ―kafka

[requiemofrebellion]

@grislyintentions ― * ― graveyard based sentence starters.

“ the chain was already off the gate, i’d say we’re fine.” -kafka to blade

The night air was a welcome to the tall, silent man. The trees softly rustled in the wind, the moon barely visible due to clouds moving in on it. The iron gates in front of him and Kafka, the chain that Kafka spoke of, indeed not around the iron bars nor anywhere to be seen. As if either someone took it and was already inside or someone forgot to lock up properly. Blade was going to go with the latter and say people were idiots and forgot how to do their job properly. 

“ Hm. ” He replied, eyes looking over to her. “ If anyone is inside, do you wish for me to kill them? ” He questioned, crossing his arms over his chest.

[oficeandwind]

"Your beloved Aunty's just returned home but you keep staring at the contents of your phone instead," Kafka punctuates her words with a dramatic sigh. "Don't you miss me anymore, dear nephew? Who's the one who got your attention? Did you get yourself a little crush?"

hearing kafka's voice has kami initially rolling his eyes, and moving as if to turn away from her, but then logic and actual human emotion kick in, and he's already mentally kicking himself for acting so rude.

he DOES enjoy kafka's company.

"you've been gone forever," kami retorts, sitting up and rubbing at his eyes. he hadn't realized how sleepy he'd felt until now either. LAZINESS really does that. "of course i fucking miss you. when you actually come home, and you're not spending all your time fixing blade."

he pauses when the rest of her words sink in. "i do not have a crush!" he sticks his tongue out in self defense. "i'm not exactly a people person, kafka. who is going to even want me in the first place?"

(it also might be a lie. there is someone he SORT OF had his eye on, but that's not a topic he wants to dive into.)

[trlblzd]

@grislyintentions sent : 👫and i’ll write four headcanons i have about our muse’s relationship / (kafka :3)

001. talking to kafka always brings an ODD sense of sentimental feelings. most of the time, speaking to her makes them think to a time beyond own memory when they were together. of course, this does not mean that speaking to her ALWAYS makes them sad ( ... ) they are just a tad troubled when gazing upon her. but alas, they know that this is not something that she can help with.

002. kafka is almost always a choice in the conscious decisions that they make when INVITING people to be a part of something. whether it be to take a silly photo in the clockie amusement park, to think of someone who could provide wisdom in a situation, or to do something entirely random. she is someone who always manages to RUN rent free in their mind.

003. there is an odd need to keep kafka pleased in their mind. unconsciously, they do not wish to HEAR of anything that constitutes disappointment from her. they do not know why that is or why they vy for such PRAISE all the time. all they know is that kafka is someone that they cannot bear to let down. it would dishearten them too much.

004. in some way, they long for a bond with kafka all over again. while it most CERTAINLY exists between them, a lot of it is built on unbalanced knowledge. what she knows & what they don't always rings forth in their mind. they want her around more than they would ever admit.

[reallyrandomtj]

@grislyintentions said HERE: Kafka is looking

Blade is just staring back like "....?"

[gemkun]

@grislyintentions said : "It's fascinating, isn't it?" Fathomless eyes gazed into the landscape for a brief moment before they settle upon the other. A single coin is balanced on her fingers, dexterously flipped into the air, caught and then repeated once more. "How thin the veneer between dreams and nightmares can be." Kafka drops the coin. The item fell only to suspend into stillness in the air before floating back into her open palm. "How they all seem so keen to pretend nothing is amiss despite it all being close to unraveling. Don't you agree?"

      ⸻       with   attraction   drawn   to   the   land   of   dreams   ,   stirred   by   recent   events   ,   it   was   only   a   matter   of   time   before   the   notorious   stellaron   hunter   would   show   up.   there   is   a   mutual   understanding   between   them   ,   existent   without   explicit   utterances   ,   but   rather   in   the   exchange   of   gazes   across   the   rim   of   glasses   ,   pitched   to   firm   lips.   well   —   known   is   it   ,   that   this   particular   bar   is   home   to   a   plethora   of   stories   ,   and   a   sure   —   fire   spot   that   would   lure   kafka   to   its   awaiting   and   vacant   stools.

  it   just   so   happened   to   be   beside   the   scholar.

  only   by   the   conclusion   of   his   current   sip   ,   does   glass   clink   against   wood   and   his   concentration   reverts   to   clouded   glance.   dual   —   toned   irises   gleam   ,   acknowledging   the   question   proffered   ,   in   no   doubt   an   attempt   to   establish   communication.   for   ,   an   ulterior   motive   ,   is   yet   to   be   inferred.

  ❝   when   grappling   with   adversity   ,   it   is   natural   to   gravitate   towards   wilful   ignorance.   ❞   a   fallacy   of   those   suspended   in   the   fantastical   ,   fixated   on   tethering   to   only   their   paradise   instead   of   the   brutal   truth.   ❝   the   curtain   will   be   pulled   back   ,   and   the   secrets   of   penacony   will   come   to   light.   by   then   ,   perhaps   those   who   slumber   ,   will   finally   wake   up   and   face   reality.   ❞

[celestial-narwhal]

Music fills the air softly accompanied by Kafka’s quiet humming. She seems content at this moment to listen with her eyes closed and pretend she is playing a violin, hands adjusting as they would on an imaginary one.

From a glance, one would presume she would remain that way: back resting against Blade’s arm for support as she immersed herself in a one-woman performance. But Kafka isn’t someone who was that easily content. As shown by the way the stellaron hunter lifts herself off his shoulder, only to promptly rest her head on his abdomen instead.

“Bladie.” A hand is raised, palm resting against his cheek. Wine-coloured eyes, unfathomable in their depths, affixed their gaze upon the swordsman. Quizzical. Curious. Intent.

“You know I care about you, right?”

Was this a test? Was this sincere? Did she really mean it when she posed the question? Only she and she alone could decipher the answer.

Unprompted | Always Accepting! @grislyintentions

The weapon stoically looks on, already all to used to the spider's weaving. He allows for her warmth to rest on his arm, though shot nerves long have been left unable to feel. He allows for her head to slowly migrate to his stomach, the woman fearless as ever in the wake of a murderer with countless lives on his hands.

Though, the blood on his hands was equally hers, as was the blood that stained hers, his. A weapon could only ever follow the stroke of their wielder, after all.

Blood meets wine as his gaze calmly drifts down, meeting her with his usual unfeeling stare. Still, there has always been a sense of attentiveness in his eyes when it came to her voice, a certain importance placed on words that left her lips.

And so, he listens.

"... It doesn't matter whether you do or not. It does not change Destiny's script," Blade answers, his voice rough and scratchy from disuse, "I do not need your care, nor do you need mine. I will heed your call despite the answer."

His hand reaches up to grasp at her wrist, rough and almost bruising, but with no intention of harm. It is simply how his grip has come to be, long gone the days where his fingers could easily adjust the pressure he exerted. Still, despite the outward harshness of the gesture, he leans into the touch, almost affectionately, had affection still lingered in this long dead corpse.

"... I believe you do. Your 'care' simply has a different definition."

[mmriesoftvat]

For kafka's beloved nephew? She gives him the credit account of a nameless politician as pocket money. Have fun, sweetie. :3c

Past experience and dealings with Kafka had told Kaminari NOT to question where she gets anything. Be it information, or tangible items for her to play around with, it's all the same sort of mystery that deserves to remain unsolved.

So when Kafka hands him an entire bank account, Kami knows better than to question the how and why of it. He's just going to be grateful he's getting anything at all. Never let anyone tell him that Kafka is selfish!

"Thanks, you." Kami sits up a little straighter, immediately hopping online to surf for frivolous things to buy. Not that he COULDN'T before, but something about having unlimited money now ensures he's going to immediately spend it.

First item on his list is a long coveted grappling hook, mostly wanted because of all the stupid little gadgets it comes wit (such as a pocket knife, internet access, and a compass). "You really know how to make a guy happy, you know." He grins up at her, before resuming surfing the internet. He might treat her to a really fancy meal later on, too.

[the-solar-panel]

@grislyintentions | possessive (feat. blade & kafka)

Blade slides up silently behind Kafka and slips his right arm around her waist in order to hold her against himself while glaring straight ahead. ❝  get lost.  ❞

[rosavulpes]

“ Be careful with it , you break it ? I break you “ 

Tossing over a few credits on the table as payment , he’d soon move away to a darker corner of the area . Some where he could find a bit of quiet , as ironic as it would be considering he was currently waiting for his scouter to get “ fixed “ inside of a night club . 

An odd place to get technical support for his scouter yes , but here ? No one questioned why the credits he was using had droplets of scarlet on them were they ? Regardless of the planet , money was money . 

He’d initially considered crushing his scouter , or leaving it turned on somewhere on the planet he’d come from as a decoy to lure in the frieza force soldiers that were certainly looking for him now that he’d finally made his break away from Frieza’s rule .  However , he couldn’t deny the fact that having it around was still pretty useful . Being able to scan the ambient power levels of those around him would help him steer clear of anyone that might give him trouble . 

Unfurling the length of his tail from his waistline , letting it sway from side to side as it pleased there was no one around here he needed to worry about for now . In fact , there was most likely no in this Universe he would need to worry about ... probably . 

He’d already killed his former “ teammates “ during their most recent assignment , knowing full well that they’d turn on him the moment he’d decided to break off from them . A shame he couldn’t have salvaged their scouters for spare parts but ... it had felt all too satisfying to pummel them into the broken earth until his gauntlets were stained with their colors . With how many times they’d berated him for being a Saiyan , or mocked his ancestry ? They had it coming and then some . 

The memory of it still bringing a grin to his face as he folded his arms over his chest to keep those stains hidden from view .  

Then again ? Turles would have probably killed them anyway . Loose lips sink ships and odds are they would’ve gone running to Frieza to report his desertion the moment he’d decided to slip away . 

Who was Frieza ? A galactic tyrant with a level of power that was rumored to be higher than what any scouter , a device that was meant to be worn on the ears that could detect , and then quantify levels of power into numbers that could be measured , could detect . He’d been enslaved to the Frieza force for years now , conquering different planets for them in his Universe of origin ever since he was a kid and not one person he’d every come across could say with certainly just how strong Frieza was . Direct defiance against Frieza’s empire was a sure way to die . 

As a rather large plate of food , and jug of water was brought to his table the Saiyan began to help himself heartily . His appetite something fierce since he’d first awoken . 

As Frieza ruled his universe of origin , and had the ability to detect ambient levels of power thanks to use of scouters like the one Turles himself possessed , the only way for him to escape had been to enter a state of near death . Lowering his heart rate , and feigning a state of death while traversing through the stars inside of his ship to make it seem like he was dead . With his level of power brought down to near nothing , any scouter that had picked him up ? Probably just thought he was an asteroid soaring on thanks to the pod like structure of his small ship . 

Now that he was free ? Part of him was tempted to go out and find a planet of his own to conquer , not for Frieza , not for anyone else but himself but ... there was also a part of him that couldn’t help but wonder if he’d traveled far enough away from his Universe or origin that he couldn’t be detected , no matter how high he raised his own power level . To that end , maybe it was time to get some serious training in , a safeguard to ensure that if someone did find him that knew him ? They’d never make it back alive to snitch on him . 

Fangs gleaming as they bit through the bone of the meat he as downing with ease . Maybe there were some fight clubs around here that he could warm himself up with , he could use some more money ... 

“ That’s it , get up ... you want to put on a good show for all these people don’t you ? “ 

Smirking as his bloodied opponent slowly managed to stand , the man had been on his last legs for sometime now , with Turles enjoying the fights he’d gone through thus far . He’d yet to find a proper challenge to satiate his saiyan craving for battle but this still had the makings of warm up , even if it wasn’t a decent one . Stomping his foot over the broken remains of a combat machine whose’ s head he’d ripped off earlier on , he’d flatten the machine completely under his boot . His opponent was the last one left out of this grouping of men and machines .  

Easier to make more money when he’d agreed to matches where it was multiple group against him alone . 

@grislyintentions​

[requiemofrebellion]

@grislyintentions ― * ― graveyard based sentence starters.

“ it’s not breaking and entering if no one sees us.” - Kafka to Silver wolf :3

A chuckle left Silver Wolf at Kafka’s comment. It wasn’t like Silver Wolf was worried about breaking into a place though, they were already wanted criminals, so might as well add another thing to the list. She gazed upon the graveyard gate, it was tightly locked up to try and ward people like her and Kafka out. She wasn’t a big fan of graveyards to be honest, especially at night. She didn’t like them, thought they were creepy and she didn’t do spooky things outside of gaming. Yet, she was here all for the script they needed to stand by. Man, but she wished Blade could have just gone with Kafka instead of her. 

“ Well, it’s a good thing we won’t get caught. ” She replied, doing a few things on a screen that had popped up in front of her, a hologram but one she could touch and interact with. “ There, I got into the security cameras and set them on a loop, so not even the cameras will pick us up until we leave. ” Then a sigh left her as she dared say the next part. “ So, let’s just get this done and over with. The faster we get this job done, the better. ” As long as she didn’t react too much like a scaredy-cat she could leave here with some dignity.

[draconicfool]

i had to make a second ship tag dump cuz god said i had too many.

[thebreakfastmuses]

For Shintaro's birthday, Kafka will give him the gift of consideration and /not/ play with her food during missions. Isn't she thoughtful? ^^

Just kidding! He gets his own bank vault of credits.

Shintaro tilts his head in utter confusion at the big, fat stack of credits before him. He slowly cranks his neck towards Kafka, eyeing her with bewilderment.

"...Most people just buy a gift card, you know."

[oficeandwind]

"since when are you so interested in my love life?" it's a defensive statement, because kami can't actually recall meeting aventurine. he's heard about him through the rumor mills and all the interactions the trail blazers had with him. kami's spent enough time hiding out on their train-ship to learn a few things here and there. via hologram, but he has yet to be spotted.

"we didn't really meet, first off." kami finally answers. he doesn't have a real good reason to withhold anything from kafka in the first place, but this is his first crush in general. his first sensation at feeling HUMAN. kami doesn't care if it's reciprocated or not, but the feeling of crushing on someone feels adventurous in ways he never imagined. so maybe there's no harm in a little self indulgence.

"second off, i don't know if he feels the same. i don't actually care if he only sees me as a friend. it's still nice to... you know." he waves a hand in the air. "feel a little less robotic, i guess?" with that statement, he starts wilting again.

"he probably doesn't even know i'm an android. but if our status ever changes to less awkward, i'll probably tell him. or maybe that'll just be a secret between you and me."

“You know what they say, getting yourself a guy is like shooting a firearm under windy conditions: you always want to aim higher than you think you should.”

Why settle for anything less when you could get more? Sure, if Firefly were here, she’d probably tell her that her analogies require more work but Kafka’s point still stands. Besides, her darling nephew is a catch. Anyone he has his eyes on would have to be crazy to not fall over themselves trying to please him. 

“Ooo that would be nice. While you’re at it, make sure to wrangle another date out of him too.” 

Cottoning on to his schemes, the stellaron hunter gives him a brief wink and a toast of her drink. 

“So tell me more about this new fling of yours: how did you both meet?”

@oficeandwind

[wxndswept]

starter for @grislyintentions

"Nngh..." Wincing from the pain in her head, Yuuki turned over from her face-down position on the ground. Did she pass out? Sitting up and checking her head, she was relieved to find no blood or cuts anywhere she felt. And yet, it felt like her mind was in a fog. Yuuki couldn't remember how or why she fainted, or what she was doing beforehand. Rubbing her temples with her thumb and middle finger, she looked up at the woman kneeling before her.

"You're..." She paused for a minute. Why did it take her so long to recognize this person? No, she knew who this was, but Yuuki didn't understand why it took so long to put a name to the face. "Kafka. What are you doing here? Wait, what happened?"

[mmriesoftvat]

Behold. A little cheek pinch from Auntie Kafka for her favourite nephew uwu

on the surface, kami is going to scowl and pull away from kafka, shooting her a dirty look as he rubs his cheek. inwardly though, kami's glowing. any affection from kafka is always a good moment, and kami adores her so much.

"bite me," he snarks at her. "can we actually do something fun?"

[the-solar-panel]

@grislyintentions asked: "Bladie," Her voice announces her return before Kafka steps into view. "You're drifting off again." The stellaron hunter's touch is surprisingly gentle when she reaches up to rest a hand upon the crook of his elbow, standing closer by his side. "I know you're not a fan of such socialising but try and bear with it a little longer. We're almost done. After this, we can go do something you want." Elio's script may have necessitated attending such a banquet. But it didn't mean there isn't enough room for a detour or two after completing their objectives. "Sound good?"

Bladie.

Hearing his nickname makes those intense vermillion eyes quickly reopen and settle on Kafka once he turns his head to face them towards her. His arms are crossed over his chest as he casually leans against a wall—away from the other party-goers.

She's right. He's not a fan of parties. For him, they're pointless and boring. But, Kafka follows Elio's little script, and that involves attendance. In turn, Blade follows Kafka pretty much everywhere.

That's the only reason he agree to go with her.

It didn't necessarily mean he liked it, though.

Kafka touches his arm and moves closer. He lets her, with those eyes lidding in a relenting motion. She promises they can do something else afterward, and after a few moments of thought, Blade decides this is good enough. He nods.

"Very well, Kafka."