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[thiefofcrows]

       Kaz knew he was being watched, of course. He'd been anticipating a confrontation for days, if not a week or two. He'd attuned his senses to his surroundings acutely and he’d felt the other's presence, sometimes heard the soft shift of fabric, caught the faintest tap of a boot on damp stone. This time however, the only thing Kaz had to go on was a feeling, so he elected to wait until the other showed himself — Isen's most favored lieutenant, the heartrender who's skill transcended the normal barriers, given that he hadn't been taught or trained in the Little Palace.

       He knew the other's name and it was a painfully familiar one, but ... he had no way of knowing for sure if it was him until Kaz saw his face — and once he did appear, the recognition came with a sinking feeling in his chest. Yuki was the same, but not. His expressions were all wrong, shadows playing the part of what was once there. The moment Kaz saw that wicked grin tugging at Yuki's lips, he should have prepared himself, sought the weapon he'd had made specifically for this exact purpose.

       But he heard Yuki's voice and he hesitated.

       Kaz knew it was a mistake the second he felt the hesitation take hold, his muscles tensing with the strain to move. Yuki was fast, however, and the abrupt racing of Kaz’s heart sent a surge of panic through him that skittered through the pain of it. Then, a bare hand came in contact with Kaz’s throat, Yuki’s skin brushing against his own. It wasn't a lot of skin, but it set off a riot of revulsion in his head regardless. Rot, bloating flesh, decay, frigid waters rising. The panic spiked at that, but now was not the fucking time and the way his back collided painfully with a cold, concrete wall was the shock he’d needed to keep himself from leaving his body.

       Yuki hadn’t bothered to take the crows head cane, he’d overlooked it completely and Kaz intended to make him realize what a mistake that was. He shifted his grip and, with as much strength as he could muster from this position, Kaz swung at Yuki’s legs. The razor sharp beak sliced viciously at his calf. All it took was the slight loosening of Yuki’s grip at his throat before Kaz ducked to his right while Yuki instinctively lurched slightly toward his bleeding leg.

       Kaz was nearly facing the other’s back now, readjusting the grip on his cane, readying to use it. Distract, disable his hands. ❝You’re going to have to do better than that,❞ he ground out and he lashed out with one hard jab to one of the pressure points at Yuki’s right shoulder — he intended to jab at the other, but Yuki was already moving and he missed his aim. One disabled hand should be enough to make another grab for Kaz’s insides impossible. He hoped.

       Fucking heartrenders.

@thiefofcrows

Yuki lingered in the shadows of an empty alcove, about halfway down the alley. The thick, overpowering scent of coal and urine brought bile to his throat. He was positioned in a way that he wouldn't find himself vulnerable against his target, but close enough that he could strike when the time came.

After all, this wasn't just any target.

Kaz Brekker had quickly gained a formidable reputation; from the destruction of certain merchers, the single-handed downfall of Pekka Rollins and his Dime Lions, all the way to the impossible task of breaking into the Ice Court -- and living to tell the tale. Yuki wasn't underestimating him by any means.

As he waited, the image of Isen bleeding out as he was brought inside the Blades headquarters was one Yuki would never forget. That, and Isen's very promise that brought him here. The offer to pass it all down...

If he was successful.

None of that mattered now. All that mattered was getting the job done, coming out victorious. Because Kaz wouldn't spare him if he made a mistake. And, should he live to come back to his father, it wouldn't be without consequence.

A tall man in an all-black suit, shrouded in an overcoat to match, limped his way into the alley. He heard the tapping of a black cane with a silver crow's head under his hand.

Yuki counted, then pushed off the wall he'd been leaning against. There were knives hidden in easy reach all throughout his person, though he hadn't grabbed any yet. Now standing directly in front of Kaz, Yuki noticed his heartbeat was steady. Of course. Not much would scare Kaz anymore.

Normally Yuki preferred to play with his food, but he suspected he'd lose any game he played against Kaz. Besides, he felt the weight of this mission bearing down on him. He was faced with the possibility that the one man who ever cared about him was going to slip from his grasp. He was upset.

He was angry.

"Hey," he said, smirk just visible the moonlight. "Let's get started, huh?"

Not giving Dirtyhands the opportunity to reply, Yuki grabbed ahold of his heart with a quick hand movement and sent it beating fast, to the point of being painful. His body would no doubt enter shock soon -- if Yuki decided to let him off that easy. No, Yuki would be ruthless. He wanted to watch the life leave Kaz Brekker's eyes as the legend finally died.

In a flash, he surged forward and took hold of Kaz's neck, slamming him into the wall and quickly producing a knife -- which he aimed at the space between Kaz's ribs. Yuki's movements were quick and practiced, no hesitation. No holding back.

[healbellls]

Starters call liked! 1/3 - MUTUALS ONLY -> @the-wandering-rock-collector

"Aye lad, can we have a talk?"

Due to Drake's ignorance for many things, as a result of his illiteracy, his peers constantly look down upon him and quickly come up with their own assumptions about him. They also underestimate how sharp the old man's observing skills, truly are. This image isn't helped with how drunk, he often turns up in most League meetings.

Despite all the odds, the Dragon master seemed to have been the only one to pick up on the overall fatigued (at least it seemed to be the best term to describe it) air, Steven carried with himself. However, it didn't seem to be the usual kind of tiredness, he has seen Steven carry with himself.

Devon wouldn't let it down, if anything in the slightest bit bad, ever happened to his son. Considering how he hasn't heard anything involving Steven, from his friend. It left him wondering.

He took a drag off his smoking pipe, before he approached the younger man. "Ye aren't leaving right now, are ye?"

[starlingisms]

closed starter for @pinctncir | abe & UTP based on this

The moment Abe could, he moved far away from his hometown, not wanting to be haunted or held back by his past. Growing up, he didn't have many friends, didn't know how to carry himself or be the kind of person that didn't get picked on. So once he graduated high school, he took that chance to go to a college far away. However, his family was still here and so once in a while he would go home to visit. Usually for the holidays.

And that was the only reason he was here now, at this grocery store that felt strange yet familiar all at once. As he plucked up a stalk of broccoli and placed it into his basket, Abe looked up and stared in shock. He hadn't expected to see his high school bully here, though he had wondered if they had also moved away or stayed in town. Shit. Abe had been staring for too long and suddenly that person was approaching them.

"Yea, I uh I actually moved out. I'm only back in town to check on my mom and grandma," he mumbled awkwardly. They were all adults now; surely, everyone could be civil.

[daya-mray]

location: one of those bougie clubhouses only celebrities on a list can get into who: @kristenxxparrish

"Sorry I missed you at the MET Gala," she says as she stirs the straw into her drink. "Nick's been away with filming and I came down with the flu last minute." In some ways, it was a relief. Events like those were always a bit like navigating a minefield, but she at least gets to see some people and Nick is usually on his best behavior around all of the cameras. Even though it's an event where people are meant to schmooze and rub elbows, Daya tries to find what silver lining she can in her life, and what girl hates to dress up and be doted on? On the other hand, she was glad to miss the armchair criticism from everyone and their mother on Twitter. "You looked amazing though. Did you have a good time?"

[acefms]

( closed starter for stefan | @fadiingliight )

Being the first person to show up for a self defence class didn’t seem like it would be such a terrible thing, yet when August entered through the door her body instantly went into fight of flight mode when she saw just who the instructor was. It had been several years since she had last seen him, but Stefan was a face she’d never forget. Her college boyfriend. A serious one. They’d spent two years together and then her life flipped upside down and she’d been left with no choice but to run. And that’s exactly what her body told her to do in that exact moment. “Oh, fuck me this cannot be happening right now.” She mumbled to herself, eyes wide and palms clammy. Quickly, she turned on her heels and headed towards the door, but before she could make a swift exit she was forced backwards into the room as the rest of the class came hurrying in. Suddenly, she felt trapped. Forced to face a past she’d spent so long running from.

[arachnidiots]

⎯⎯⎯⎯ @danversiism sent : " just think happy thoughts. " to peter

“happy thoughts! right!” spider-man nods, pacing up the side of the wall and then eventually the ceiling as his pacing takes him slowly in a circle, although a rather atypical one. they’ve been trapped for longer than he can be comfortable for now. the room is starting to make him bored, annoyed, and well… restless. “happy thoughts…” he claps his hands, “happy thoughts!” no room is completely inescapable. this one included. although it does seem that way presently. one door— which just opens to DIRT, no windows, concrete walls. he can’t help but wonder if they’re fifty feet below ground or fifty thousand miles off earth. anything’s possible. he listens to the advice, but after one round of walking on all four surfaces he starts to slow and wonder— this is the advice? “getting out of here’s a pretty happy thought right?” he stops, face to mask with carol, standing upright from the ceiling.

[voidfragments]

@merrymelodymuses

well, the organization's name is right--they truly are fools. why else would dottore think it was in any way a good idea to return to sumeru? (never mind that he should have no idea that kunikuzushi knows what he did. it's easier, better, more cathartic to think that he's simply a fool.)

nahida had tried to keep him in the dark about this, and admittedly, kunikuzushi can kind of see why. after all, he did immediately race off after hearing it, flying at top speed to the nearest of the doctor's old hideouts and tearing through the place, finding it still abandoned, and moving on to the next one. the air crackles in his wake, raging winds and static threatening to kick up storms all over sumeru.

and, finally, he finds a location that isn't totally empty.

he passes the rank-and-file soldiers and mechanical guards with hardly a second thought--what threat can they possibly pose to him? they're not what he's here for.

"DOTTOREEEEE!!!" there's a snarl in his voice, growing louder as the title stretches on. "GET OUT HERE AND FACE ME!"

[wintcrstcrfall]

closed starter for @xlostparadise

Running had never been a particular passion for Valerie, despite that many of her students and patients loved to profess their love for the activity. To her, it had always seemed like a literal depiction of trying to run away from ones problems - and she was everything but someone who did that. Until, as it turned out, she had needed to do it. The gym where she had a membership card to was almost empty at this late hour, which served her purposes perfectly. The blonde started with a light jog, easing her muscles into the action, but as time passed all of her worries slipped to the forefront of her mind. So much that when her leg stepped wrongly, Valerie let out a cry of pain, accompanied by one very ungracious fall to the ground. "Oh, just great," her pain filled voice was much more clear once she pulled the headphones off with shaky hands. Daring to touch her injured foot, a new wave of pain shot through it, causing her to squeeze her eyes shut.

[sweetlesson]

✿ Starter for @gummywyrmtrainer ✿

✿*❀*✿

A screech of protest rang out throughout the school and suddenly a small pachirisu was sprinting through the halls and out the nearest window. Following close on its heels was Saguaro with a bottle in hand and Goodra just ahead calling out entreaties to the fleeing pokemon. Normally he would never be seen in such a state by anyone, and normally he had himself well together, but today was a special case, and he paid no one any mind besides the pachirisu that had just disappeared out the window.

Pachirisu was... Very sick. It wasn't a serious illness, however. Simple enough to heal with rest and medicine, and Saguaro knew for a fact there wasn't even much need to bother the nurse for something like this. But the problem here was that Pachirisu hated medicine of almost any kind. Potions, proteins, medicinal herbs, you name it. Bitter concoctions were to Pachirisu what spicy food was to Saguaro, and getting her to take her medicine was always a challenge.

Today Goodra had been helping by trying to soothe and constrain Pachirisu, but she had slipped with surprising ease from her grasp and shot like a bolt out of the classroom. And this was how they had ended up sprinting breathless after the little thing right out of the academy and down the steps into the streets of Mesagoza.

"Please, Pachirisu, stop!" Saguaro called out between hard-earned breaths. "You are in no condition to be running like this!"

The rodent ignored him entirely, and it bounced its way up a streetlamp to hang out of reach. Saguaro stopped at the base of it call her down, reaching his hand up as far as he could stretch it to grab ahold of her.

"Sweetheart, you are making this so much harder than it has to be," he called up to her. "You feel awful right now, I can see it in your face. Please come down so that I ca--gaadh...!"

He was cut short as the pokemon attacked, sending an electric current down to her trainer. She hadn't meant for it to be so strong, to the point where he froze for several seconds jittering from the impact, but feeling as under the weather as she was she'd lost perspective of how much she was putting into it. Now feeling guilty on top of her petulance, Pachirisu jumped down again from the other side and found a dark-haired stranger to slip behind the leg of and hide.

Even if Saguaro hadn't quite recovered, Goodra had continued to chase her and was now standing in front of the stranger as well, cooing to Pachirisu and holding her hands out in front of her to try to coax her back out.

[guiltyverdict]

@explosivedesire

the facility that lay dormant on haugst hung like some sleeping beast, dilapidated and crumbling among the tangles and overgrowth that had begun to reclaim the structures. it definitely wasn't some sort of beautiful island paradise, and mikoto- so unceremoniously thrust into a new world, onto this island that so reminded him of where he was before-

well, he was struggling to adapt.

he had at least avoided the monsters that crawled through the island's worn down pathways, found himself in one of the gloomy rooms that the facility housed, and once there, once alone, he couldn't help but weave his fingers into his hair and attempt, some measure, of calming himself down.

"it's just a dream- it's all a dream, it's just fake. it'll be fine. it's just some terrible dream-"

his words are spoken out loud like a mantra to himself, in the corner of this supposed safe space, not even realizing that if other people were here, they could hear him talking to himself.

[bunni-edits-and-stuff]

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[lonehearts-a]

starter call. / @darklapse ; from jasper.

"soooooo," jasper starts, voice soft and just shy of casual indifference. he pulls his bag into his lap, flipping open the top and sorting through the various sketchbooks, fabric swatches, and his extremely decorated laptop to fish out a neatly folded plastic bag, which he immediately slides over without making eye contact. "i was thrifting the other day and found something you might like."

he almost feels embarrassed giving something akin to a gift, but, really it's just a shirt so it's harmless, right ?? after all, he's a fashion student. at some point it must be expected to get clothes from him, so it isn't weird. "it's that band you like, yeah ?? the only chemical romance i have is with my hair but i didn't want to pass it up. in case you wanted it."

[aletheialed]

To be honest, Edgeworth has been meaning to talk to Klavier for quite a while, now. Despite his flashiness and fame as a rockstar as well as a prosecutor, he's always been very capable in court - something of a genius, even, even if not all of his coworkers would necessarily agree.

That's not why Edgeworth wanted to talk to him, though. Truth be told, he's been... how to put it bluntly, worried about the younger man. It's difficult to tell if Edgeworth is imagining it or if there's really something there, but while Klavier hides it well, he's been through a lot as of late, and sometimes Edgeworth gets the impression of something hiding behind that confident smile of his... something that makes Edgeworth's gut twist to think about.

As Chief Prosecutor, he feels somewhat responsible for his prosecutors in the Prosecutor's Office - and he doesn't want Klavier to go through any suffering he might be experiencing alone, either. The problem is... well, it lies with Edgeworth himself. Despite how far he's come in the past eight or so years of his life, when it comes to emotional matters - those of the heart, so to speak - he often really doesn't know how to be of any use.

It's not a fact he's happy about... but now that Klavier has asked to see him, Edgeworth is determined to try and do something to overcome his weakness a little. At least he doesn't think he'll make things worse... right?

"You wanted to see me?" Edgeworth asks first, straight to the point as always. "I apologize for the delay... it's been rather busy lately, as I'm sure you can imagine."

@violetprosecutor ( starter! )

[hvbris]

@uselessdevice . Saros gets a visitor

The Horned One appeared in Saros' little bedroom as if He had always been there, nonchalant. For a moment, He did not bother acknowledging her, instead strolling around the room as if He owned it. "You must miss the woods," He finally hummed, casually flipping through a book He had found laying around.

"A shame what happened to your dear mom," He then offered, though His voice lacked real sympathy. "Now you're all scattered around..." The Horned One shook His head with a tsk. "How is this new family treating you?"

[acefms]

( closed started for Daphne | @evnoia )

D r e a d. It was all that Ace could bring himself to feel as he prepared to meet the stranger who had reached out to him via social media to inform him that she had information about his father. The father he hadn’t seen in almost twenty-three years. Truth be told, he could barley even remember what he looked like, or sounded like. The only true memories he had were of raised voices and glass shattering. If there were any happy ones in his subconscious, they’d been long overshadowed by thoughts of abandonment.

As he approached the coffee shop, he wondered why he had even bothered to come. He didn’t care anymore, right? He hated his dad. Practically hated his mother too nowadays. Family, aside from his grandfather, seemed to do nothing other than cause him pain. Yet, he could only imagine that maybe he was coming here to be told his father was no longer around, and for some reasons he found himself in this spot, glancing at all the faces that occupied outdoor seating as he tried to match one up to the profile picture of the girl that shared his last name. A distant cousin, he presumed. Upon finally locating her, he sucked in a deep breath, trying as best be could to prepare himself for whatever was to come. And with that, he made his way towards her, smile painted on. Though it didn’t quite reach his eyes this time. “Uh, hi… Daphne? I-I’m Ace.”

[beforelove]

            𝙉𝙊𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙄𝙇𝙎  𝘽𝙐𝙍𝙉𝙀𝘿  𝙊𝙉𝘾𝙀  𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙔’𝘿  𝙀𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙀𝘿      through  the  doors  .    rowan  trying  to  discreetly  blink  the  instant  tears  away  that  brimmed  his  charcoal  lined  eyes  ,    esophagus  threatened  to  close  as  well  due  to  the  immense  amount  of  cigarette  smoke  that  wafted  through  the  air    (    &    other  substances  rowan  had  only  been  exposed  to  a  handful  of  times  whilst  living  in  the  states    )  .    yeah  ,    they  were  definitely  out  of  their  element  here  .    &    in  any  other  circumstance  ,    rowan  would  have  fled  without  a  single  word  .    but  this  wasn’t  out  of  enjoyment  ,    even  if  it  was  supposed  to  be  .    this  was  purely  for  work  ,    connecting  with  others  within  the  industry    &    hopefully  find  the  write  listening  ear  who  has  heard  the  same  spiel  time    &    time    AGAIN  .    i’m  in  a  band  ,    i  think  we  have  what  it  takes  .   

@byanyan 𝖆𝖘𝖐𝖊𝖉 : ❛  you're completely out of your element here, aren't you?  ❜ (omg hiiiiii) [ 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴 . ]

            rowan’s  head  swivels  towards  the  voice  embarrassingly  fast  ,    feline-like  stare  widened  as  they  took  in  their  surprise  company  .    &    they  try  not  to  let  their  disappointment  show  that  it  must  have  been  very  evident  that  rowan  stuck  out  like  a    SORE  THUMB    .    something  he  did  not  want  .    ❛    —    is  it  that  obvious  ?    ❜  a  hand  reaches  up  habitually  ,    lithe  fingers  combing  through  long  strands  of  freshly  dyed  hair  at  the  nape  of  neck  .    ❛    i  thought  i  was  doing  a  better  job  of  blending  in  ,    but  i’ve  been  found  out  only  three  seconds  after  coming  through  the  door  .    ❜  an  awkward  chuckle  follows  ,    &    they hope the other ignores  how  it  almost  sounds  pained  .