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[ategods]

zee ( @razedeities ) said: " how about we start with 'thank you' ? "

" you want me to thank you for doing the job you were hired to do? "

she speaks the words around a splatter of crimson, carnage at their feet. most of their enemies had fallen at her behest, by her hand. coming out of a blind spot, one had slipped by her radar and ran at her. in the seconds that had passed between being pummeled into the dirt and standing back up, the problem had been dealt with. by him.                               & now he wanted her to grovel at his feet for doing the bare minimum? ophelia both envied and despised him for his insouciance; she imagines how different her life would be if she didn't always insist on working herself RAW to the wills of the authorities that be. a dead stare follows her query, and silence, which is filled only by the unabating beeping of a nearby car alarm.

" thank you. i'm sure vought will be happy to defer the search for your replacement until next month. "

[neuroslayyer]

@razedeities | Takemura

"Bakeneko? Really? Don't tell me you're superstitious. For one thing, the poor creature has a normal sized tail. Could be maneki neko instead; come to warn of us snakes." A grin accompanies the soft snort she let's out. Then the taste of iron hits her tongue as a small coughing fit takes hold. When it's over she lays back, the cool concrete feeling soothing on her skin. "To be honest, I don't think Night City would be the choice haunt for yokai. Too much of shithole, even for them."

Her heart starts to fall back into rhythm while she wipes the blood from her lips with the back of her hand. "I take it you miss home?" A stupid question to ask considering how obvious the answer is. Once in a blue moon, there's certain things she'd reminisce on that would leave her yearning for what had once been home.

[iincarnatus]

‘ chill out with the cayenne . ’ — zee ( @razedeities ) ; via mommy can't sleep

“ why ? ” the laugh he garners is interrupted, and an inky tendril snaps out of otherwise unblemished skin. the sound of it a strange lash comprised of near palpable determination ; like claws ripping through the sinew of its latest catch. a flat whip of senseless fury spanks the bottom end of the bottle held in li's hands, and a mountain of red spice spatters into the pot below it.

he turns a dismissive shrug to his home's unending guest, more desensitized to the suddenness of it than the last time he's seen him. it's normal now, something he's had no choice but to become used to.

“ he likes it spicy. ”

[witcr]

〢      IF     I’M     TO      CHOOSE          ⸻                           BETWEEN    ONE    EVIL   AND    ANOTHER ,                                                      i’d    rather    not     choose     at    all   .

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[liberons]

〢  ✕         MAKE      THE      CHOICE        ⸻                                                                     you’ll      least     regret   .

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[asrage]

〢  ✕         OVER      THE      HORIZON        ⸻                                                                     give      me     order   .

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[relicruined]

@razedeities ( johnny. )

val exhales softly, the action a little shaky and requiring much more effort than it should've, as she leans her weight into her elbows that were rested on a railing of a rooftop - pink hues flickering over the neons of the city that stared blankly back at her without a care of what she was going through. she felt the telltale achings of a headache that pulsed in the back of her head - the lingering effects of the malfunction that had nearly brought her to her knees. it was getting worse - day by day, she was barely able to function at times. it was terrifying - gut wrenchingly so. she felt like she didn't have control over her own body - beyond the obvious of when johnny would take shotgun. and it scared her to death, even if the woman had learned from a young age that showing fear in the sight of night city only meant death. masking it, however, was growing difficult - growing tiresome. and val was tired of being tired. her hands clench into fists before unclenching, breathing harshly through her teeth to try and find her new baseline of existence -- trying to slow her heart to normal, trying to rid her brain of the fist around it. at the least, the cool night air of the rooftop felt good against her heated skin ; cooling down the thin layer of sweat that had settled against her pores.

[neuroslayyer]

❝ a principle I plan to die for. ❞ / takemura

@razedeities

"Obviously." She mutters under her breath. It takes effort for her not to roll her eyes. Yet V has to hand it to him, at least he's unwavering in his beliefs; no matter how old fashioned or, in her opinion, foolish, his so-called principles are. For the briefest flit of a millisecond, she has to wonder if her dedication to her own are or would be so unwavering. Did she even have any now or ever? "Those very principles could be the nail in your coffin."

Eyes dart from the road to the rear view mirror when she hears Johnny let out a dramatic groan. She can't tell whether is because of Takemura or her taste in music. The former more than likely. The bastard has had long enough to acquaint himself with her quirks and if not, tough shit.

V starts to speak again, though pauses when a car pulls out in front of her, causing her to nearly slam on the breaks. A string of curses in her mother tongue slip easily from her lips. Fist punches the horn before middle finger is held up in a fruitless effort to express the flicker of road rage. A few deep breaths brings her blood pressure down.

"Hypothetical question. What's the plan if all of this goes to hell? If it comes down to principles and survival, you gonna let Arasaka flatline us, no questions asked? Not that I'm trying to speak it into existence."

[neuroslayyer]

❝ don't you fucking laugh.  ❞ / johnny

@razedeities ☆ Johnny

"I'm not! I swear!" An absolute lie. It's obvious from the slight quakes that run down her body as well as how her hand shakes so bad she has to pause before continuing with her eyeliner. Him telling her not to also spurns her on even more, if that were at all possible.

Through the reflection of the mirror she had watch him interact (or attempt to) with their her precious, beloved Nibbles. Reaching out, muttering to the adorable creature. It was endearing; dare she even say cute. And oddly enough the feline almost seems to acknowledge his prescence. Cats can see what isn't there, she had heard once. Superstitious bullshit mainly about spirits and demons --- bullshit really.

"Don't get your fucking panties in a twist. Geez." Minako mutters, smile wiped off her face and composure (resting bitch face some would say) back in place. Her attention focuses back on applying makeup to her face. As if it makes any difference. But it's a routine --- a last ditch for some semblance of normalcy. "Surely your ego isn't that fragile."

Pot meet kettle. She's one to talk in terms of delicate pride. It's one of the things they seem to share.

[neuroslayyer]

@razedeities | Placide

It hadn't quite been the warmest welcome, yet it wasn't the worst she could have received. She's still in one piece, so far. In the back of her mind she knows she's the wasp in the beehive — an intruder that could be snuffed out at the drop of a hat. But she needs to speak with Brigitte, and if this is the way, she'll suck it up.

That's not the most forefront worry in her mind. No, she's watching him tap away at the keyboard. "So uh...you gonna tell me what you're searching for?" V looks from where her arm is splayed on the desk and where her personal link is jacked in up to his face as if attempting to read his expression. A bust, of course. Guy could probably be a world class poker player with a resting expression like that. He's kinda cute though. Shit don't think about that!

Fingers twitch restlessly. She knows her skills; knows she did a well enough job that just about no one should be able to get any real information from her link. However, if there was anyone that held the possible capability of bypassing the glacier of ICE and security measures along with deciphering the fake info she had implemented, it would be the Voodoo Boys.

"If it's a resume concern, I promise I'm capable for just about anything you're wanting me to do."

[iincarnatus]

‘ where's your sense of adventure ? ’ — zee ( @razedeities ) ; via the boys (season 1) starters

mara flashes a rueful smile, with the sink of her shoulder turned over from the screen of her laptop in a sort of test. one she would argue was of him, if it wasn't for an understanding of zee's rather convincing nature by now. but a more honest counterpart lies in her ability to withhold ; often far too malleable to another's whim for a person so avidly concerned about her own rankings.

❝ we could be adventurous here ? ❞ the suggestion is all she has to refute him, knowing how badly she needs this. a false sense of security that the walls of their dorm provide, where the threat of the consequences for dodging curfew remains null. she can't afford any public missteps that could knock her down.

she'd offer that he go by himself, if he wanted, instead. but the thought of just offering him up to someone else like that makes her sick. forced to settle into the idea that it might be the circumstance either way as she regards it with a breathy laugh. it's hollow, and echoing with a bitterness she isn't sure how to mask in it's entirety. ❝ sorry . i know i'm boring you lately . . . ❞

[iincarnatus]

‘ chill , im like two minutes late . ’ — zee ( @razedeities ) ; via mommy can't sleep

her fingers stay shuffling through the same few files for what feels like the better half of an hour now, with every page turned only furthering the last's anticipation of use. again, and again, ky ensures every necessary intelligence is written plainly ; though not in insult to his, by any means — but in reference to her team's instead.

the door swings open, finally, and an assistant proceeds to announce their latest meeting. they offer a clipped smile, polite, as they take a glance toward their watch. the seconds tick on in weighted pause as she stands in greeting to his tardiness. “ close . ”

give or take roughly forty, but they hadn't used a single one of them to keep count. ky knew he would show up for them eventually. took time out of her own schedule in preventative wait for it. her steps click forward some paces, their rhythm a muted peril to vought international. three folders held out into a neat pile cut off his entry, each of them securing the concise records of their most probable candidates. a photographed label prefaces each of their continued value, as if it was possible to not know any one of them by name alone. their likenesses scattered over various billboards and media alike ; a dreamer, a joker, a lover. among countless others. it was all so typical, wasn't it?

“ i took some liberties on the monotonous portion — ” as he could see. “ all that's left is to take your pick . ”

[neuroslayyer]

@razedeities | Johnny

"What's that look for?" The question comes out a tad slurred as her feet carry her haphazardly down the street, the rising rays of dawn sunshine kissing the sky. Whether the slur is from the lack of sleep or the whiskey is debatable. Or both. Picking a fight with Tyger Claws hadn't been a viable solution for her insomnia nor had the booze. "You've got something snarky to say, I can tell. May as well spit it out."

Bruised hand reaches to pull a cigarette out — out from Evelyn's ciggie case. It causes a split second pause before it's shoved back into her pocket, out of sight out of mind. The lighter clicks several times, but nada. Zip. Zilch. V turns to him and starts to ask him for a light. Until she remembers he's not actually there. In a spell of rage, the lighter is chucked down an alley with little care of any possible in habits, a growl of the word FUCK rolling off her tongue.

[ategods]

𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍?

fervently. you crave a hug that cracks your ribs... the feeling of your wandering soul being crushed back into the bones that can't seem to hold it. you need a hand gripping yours so tightly you almost fear it may leave a bruise, a reminder that you are here. and that you are not alone.

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[ategods]

subtleties, locutions; none of it registers. an anomalous exhibit, laminated glass between her and the rest of the world, she speaks with accidental  acerbity. " why would i let you win? "

four years old, all frills, bows and a rehearsed commercial smile, ophelia stands in the center of a garish colosseum. in the crowd, past the jeering faces of the pageant's arbiters, she sees her mother, the very image of pride. a tiara, a sash, a crown, a scepter. a win, and then another — herein lies her value.

herein lies his negligibility. without accolades, you were disposable. to vought, to her mother, to her. moving, she has just enough time to pass the wailing vehicle before he speaks again, at which point she stops to regard him coolly.

                          " clause 17, section 3.2: operatives shall provide reasonable assistance to one another during missions [ ... ] this assistance includes but is not limited to the use of individual skills and powers in concert to optimize mission outcomes, prevent harm to civilians, and ensure the safety of all operatives involved. " recited like holy scripture. " i'll have ashley send it over to you. we have a second location. are you able to walk and talk at the same time? "

morphed tessellations fade against his skin, lines retreating in like the venom’s been sucked out of him. fitting, how it lingers instead on her tongue.

                             “ really, ah. never any winning with you. ” as if the keen grin he takes means much for it. body change aside, it sits: much too sharp. lingering datableed from his persona non grata. even if they may both host different definitions of who they’d rather leave out of this. it’s a good thing he’s not particularly competitive, miss b’. things could be far worse from him, he’d say !

he almost lets it go, too. drops the conversation there. but one has to know better than to poke the bear at some point. that point is simply very, very low, for zee. an integer type thing. simple black & blue for the same qualities as the single deletion done for his latest cold cleanup: infected throws of much-too-light bodies. as easily disregarded as his following snort takes their situation.

“ who’s hiring me to save supes ? is that part of the contract ? ” pulled up behind her like a buzzing fly vying for food. her attention his crystalized syrup. “ i don’t remember that part of the contract. ”

[neuroslayyer]

A snake would be quite the sight to see compared to felines. Which surprisingly she's seen a lot of lately. Or maybe it's the same cat? Either way it could be a worrisome omen. If she believed in such.

Has she even ever seen an honest to god live snake? No. Well only if eels count; an outing she and Kaede took, the last one before---

"How...?" The question is never fully completed, left to linger in the air. Her expression cycles through surprise to confuse to pain. The wince takes hold as she forced her body to sit up, the chill causing an ache to settle in her joints.

"I miss the shrines on New Years and getting fortunes told. I miss real takoyaki and walking to the conbini. And the way the city glowed during thunderstorms." A shrug she tries to pass off as being cool and perhaps uncaring; as if what she says isn't a big deal. "But there was a lot I never got to experience. For one reason or another." And it's unlikely she'd ever get the chance to.

"Told you mine so tell me yours. Also what area were you from?"

“ it  is  not  superstitious  to  deduce  that  a  cat  must  be  a  strange  one  to  end  up  here. ”  the  attention  to  her  question  slips  into  that  cemented  on  her  —  an  optic  activation  of  the  state  her  system  seems  to  be  in.  broken  outliers  signified  in  corrupted  data  fall  familiar  in  his  field.  she settles. nomograms  fade.

                                     “ i  think  it  would  be  stranger  still,  to  see  a  snake  than  a  bakeneko. ” he  looks  over  the  levels  surrounding  them,  watching  the  creature  slip  into  the  next  crevice  it  finds.  “ it  does  look  old.  i  would  simply  be  careful. ”

there  is  no  vine-roof  for  your  prayers,  here  —  windows  lit,  instead,  by  ultraviolet.  tiles  filled  by  plastics  and  grime.  a  pine  tree  /  a  sea  :  inanimate  and  saturine.  steadfast  in  its  latency.  his  eyes  rise  from  the  platform.  “ do  you  not ? ”