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irresistiibles · 1 year ago

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beneath the cut is a far too long event starter/plot call! feel free to like this and i will come bother you on discord probably tomorrow. this is also a starter call, though i definitely tend to prefer plotting first you're welcome to just hop in and request things with that being said i'm working on clearing out a lot of my older threads. if you request two people we previously had a thread for i will probably drop the old one unless it is extremely plot heavy, and in general i am going to use the event as a way to clear out my older things that have been reaching an end.

amber: not too worried, but could definitely get it in her head that she should go out and play detective to help people and try to drag others into the nonsense as well

asami sato: she pays for a good security system and knows several different ways to defend herself. she's a little on edge just because it's yet another thing and she's tired, but is mostly feeling alright all things considered.

ciel phantomhive: also pays for good security and isn't letting himself stress out too much, or at least that's how he's coming off. will be pretty dismissive towards anyone that brings it up but potentially go looking for answers on his own.

starters (1/?): lizzie midford

columbina: she's amused more than anything i'm afraid. really, if you're going to kill someone she thinks you should do it with a bit more tact or care, but she's got morbid interests and could definitely be found looking for, or even tampering with evidence, more for amusement rather than answers though.

emily daivs: very unhappy and a little harsly paranoid about it. she's already worked way too hard to survive, she is not letting just some nobody in washington take her out. with that said she's going to be pretty careful around jsut about anyone. if she doesn't know you she doesn't trust you and she wants you at least five feet away from her at all times.

esther mckinnon: tired of these things happening, but not making too many changes in her life to be careful. she's going to text the family and try and make sure they're all good but beyond that she doesn't want to let some weirdness change her day to day life and make things unbearable. it's not that she doesn't care but she can't halt her life every two months when washington gets wild

starters (1/?): marlene mckinnon

gerard of greenleigh: anxious frog dad continues to be anxious, sort of. listen, murders aren't exactly new considering the life he was living back home, but still! everyone here is making it sound like a big deal so he feels like it's a big deal!! he is not investigating at all. he is trying to make sure ylfa and ros are safe and then just keep his nose out of it

starters (1/?): ylfa

glinda upland: honestly? she knows she is not the type to solve a murder. she is trying to stay out of it, and just not be lurking around alone. will drag people to do just about anything with her so that there's safety in numbers, but that's about it. she's not getting too worked up by it. she'll talk theories with some people but she won't be good at it and may just confuse everyone involved

starters (1/?): irina denali

gu zi: concerned for sure, but also doesn't know what he could actually do about it. checking in on the people he knows, but otherwise is trying to stay out of it and let the authorities handle it

inej ghafa: so many concerns. first and foremost she's looking out for her people, especially the unaware ones who might not be able to defend themselves as well. after that she's definitely doing a lot of lurking, trying to grab whatever information she can. she means well and will try and help people if it's ever needed, and is sort of looking into things, but from a much more quiet point of view. she's not throwing herself into it for everyone to see

starters (1/?) : jesper fahey

jin ling: tired! will threaten to fight if you seem weird even though he shouldn't! trying to keep track of seven thousand family members. not going anywhere without his dog who will attack on command. he's worked up but what else is new

starters (1/?): wei wuxian

lily evans: trying!! to stay out of it. she's nosy, and has a good sense of judgement, so she could wind up looking into things and being involved even though she knows it's not the smart thing to do, but her intention truly is to keep her distance and let the authorities handle it.

luo qingyang: another one who would like to avoid drama as much as possible. this isn't her problem, though she'll definitely be a little more defensive. carrying her sword around more than normal and will pull it out if it feels necessary, but not running around trying to solve and fucking mysteries.

madoka kaname: very stressed! wants to help but doesn't really know how. honestly she's mostly staying out of it but if you catch her near a murder sight or evidence she would be very easy to talk into investigating cause she wants to do the write thing

starters (1/?): homura akemi

mei nianqing: tired. looking for jun wu cause man is convinced he has something to do with all of this, but isn't doing a lot to actively solve or fix anything outside of that. this is a problem for younger people

nico di angelo: mostly uncaring. he doesn't think anyone's gonna come kill him and even if they do like ? cool he apparently comes right back. he's worried about his sisters but beyond that man is truly chilling with mcdonalds. life goes on.

nie huaisang: keeping up with the news but beyond that staying out of it. this is an art student, what the fuck is he supposed to do about it. if you approach him and he thinks you seem shady he will absolutely start screaming at the top of his lungs with zero remorse. he would rather be an annoying idiot than dead. can talk theory and be pretty smart about it if you make him focus long enough.

pearl: this is a human problem which means it's not her problem, though she also doesn't respect the cops and would tamper with evidence on the basis of like "i can definitely figure this out faster how has no one been caught yet." will investigate if she's around the area or someone asks her to but isn't going out of her way to do it

princess zelda: is this her problem? no. is zelda a nosy little know-it-all who will have a hard time completely staying away from it? absolutely yes. she knows it's not the smart thing but will keep trying to head around areas where bodies were found and look around. someone please either get her to relax or encourage the bad behavior.

shang qinghua: highkey staying out of it. this just is not his problem, and he's not investigating murders without any money being offered. honestly, he is not that worried. like he'll carry a knife with him in case but he's surprisingly good at surviving, and he doesn't consider himself particularly fun to murder. just don't sneak up on him for the next two weeks or you might wind up with an accidental stab wound

starters (1/?): qi yan

shi qingxuan: trying to stay out of it. a little worried that one of the two morally dubious people she's close to could be involved somehow but absolutely does not want to ask. qingxuan is head empty though and is relatively still way too trustworthy throughout this whole thing and would be way too easy to murder.

starters (1/?): ling wen

toph beifong: relatively unbothered. toph can take care of herself and knows that. confident she could body like anyone in washington if need be. if someone wants to play detective they'll take backup for fun, but isn't going to run in and do anything herself out of the blue.

starters: (2/?): ty lee, katara

victor nikiforov: another fool who is way too casual about the whole thing. sure there's murderers out there but he's still gonna go out and do his thing. why would they come after him? he's too handsom to be murdered. someone should probably attempt to talk some sense into him. he's not investigating, but if he comes across anything that feels weird he will post on instagram about it

yin yu: he's not investigating unless he's explicitly told to. he tries to be a good person, but he's pretty sure you don't need to jump into solving a murder to qualify for that. a little careful because he's the type to keep to quieter areas and the shadows and probably realizes that maybe he has to go out into crowds more until this is handled, but that's his biggest struggle. will tell people to chill and not run in and play hero if he has to

zagreus: speaking of running in and playing hero, this man absolutely would be like "alright, i have to lend and hand and solve things!" sticking his nose anywhere and everywhere, sharing theories with people, being way up in people's faces about getting things solved. he's annoying but he means well.

zhongli: another tired old man. he's trying to keep the people he cares about safe, especially since a lot (if not all) of them are young and reckless and he knows they're going to run head first into this stuff. he's not investigating, but does have a lot of knowledge and is happy to sit and talk theories with anyone who is.

starters (1/?): amelia shepherd

#i will add sections for the starters as i need them #i got real lazy with formatting on this one tbh #hw: starter call #hw: plot call #hwevent15 #murder mention tw #death mention tw #weapon mention tw #violence mention tw

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sakuramidnight15 · 2 years ago

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-DAC MC Information-

Character Bio

Name: Fursat Clodwal

(Japanese: フルサット・クロドワル)

Romaji: Furusatto Kurodowaru

Quote: “Apologies. I am busy for now, I'll be available for later."

V/A: Hisafumi Oda (Japanese)

Alejandro Saab (English)

Gender: Male

Age: 16

Birthday: February 24

Star Sign: Pisces

Eye Color: Sky Jean Blue (His Normal Eye Color)

Dark Lavender (Second Eye Color and Half-Myth power activation)

Hair Color: Dark Midnight Purple

Height: 169 cm

Race: Half Human, Half Myth/Hybrid

Species: Gas Phantom

Homeland: Crystalsle Village (The fifth country in the Island of Enchantment)

Family: Fredrick Gladstone (Father)

Rielle Clodwal (Mother)

Eminette Gladstone (Younger Sister)

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School Status and Fun Facts

Dorm: Resonnata (@deaths-academy-of-combat)

School Year: First

Class: 1-C

Student no. 29

Occupation: Student (A scouted student)

Heiress to the Clodwal Family (Currently in training)

Official Undercover Spy of SIDC (Meaning: Supernaturals Investigation Department Center)

Club: Forensics Club (Member), Gymnastics Team (Member)

Best Subject: Lethal Poison Handling, Magical Sciences, and Tact and Strategy 101

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous

Favorite Color: Dark Purple, Black, Light Teal, and Grey

Favorite Food: Fried Sunny-side Ups, Dark Chocolate (A little bitter), Hawaiian Pizza, Salted Sardines, Spicy Tacos, Spicy Curry, Matcha Cupcakes (Not too sweet),

Least Favorite Food: Any Red Candies (Either Sour or Sweet, will not take any), Frog Legs, Tomato Stew, Lime Juice, Over-burnt Food, Onion Rings (Fried), Red Radishes, Ghost-Peppers Chips,

Likes: Peace and Quiet, Getting Thriller Novel Collection, Astrology Based-Ideas, Moonlight Sight-seeing, Cloud-sculpting (Any kind of cloud), Studying Side-effects from potions (Marleigh's drugs), Science Potion Making, Horror or Thriller Movies,

Dislikes: Dealing Bullshit (From Doremi's mostly), Chaos, Being Late, Losing Sleep, His Glasses getting dirty, His younger sister's whining, Thunder Storms, Quinn's cockiness, Getting Cancelled last minute,

Talents: Transforming into his half-myth form, Dark Third-eye, Ghost Abilities, Shadow Communication, Fog Creation, Levitation Skill, Dark Magic Skills, Firearms, Stealth Master, Voice Hallucinating,

Nicknames: Fur or Sato (From his family and friends)

Treyton-san (From Others)

Young Master (From the Butler)

Brother or Big Brother (From his younger sister)

Fur-Fur (From Doremi)

Mr. Clodwal (From the SIDC workers and trainers)

Other Nicknames:

Lord Fursay or Milord (From the servants)

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Appearance and Personality

Appearance: Fursat has a semi-tall yet average male body-build but he seems to have some muscles on his body but is never seen but is always covered by his clothing at a far distance, he has dark midnight purple colored long yet straighten hair that he ties it often into a single braid or other hair styles he can tie it up with during P.E. classes on a daily basis. He has sky jean blue colored eyes which they can turn into dark lavender whenever he uses his myth abilities. Fursat is mature and neutral with his mannerisms but he's mostly silent and quite a workaholic.

Personality: Born as the eldest child and first son within his family's household in one of Crystalsle's wealthiest houses and gardens spots to be own or to be sight-seen, Fursat was supposed to have a sheltered life after he was born till he told his parents that he wanted to explore the outside world and continue to be the heir to his family's lineage around age five as he parents had agreed around later, but soon after his younger sister was born, he now's gained his workaholic persona from his father which he mother tends to be worried about it whenever he's with his younger sister, and even compared it to his father who was also like him.

Though despite it being a bit of a not so serious problem. Fursat has managed his time schedule but still has his workaholic part but get things done within a minute that looks like that he finished it within a second than that, though he seems not to be bothered much by it.

The current Fursat we are now seeing is a well-mannered young man, who takes the explanation by using his actions and words to get things to have an answer then ranting it out. Though he isn't much of a talkative individual though he can speak though not loudly. Apparently around with his co-workers, he still has the same personality but a bit more stressed or annoyed visibly whenever chaos is stirred up into the scene.

Aside from his main personality that many would have seen, he is mostly calm yet quiet whenever on break various times on his busy schedule during the weekends, or distancing himself from crowded places he's in undetected, though Fursat prefers being alone in his own room or elsewhere outdoors in the forest so he can rest up for a whole then he can return to his schedule for now. If you were ever to see him there, he's just taking a silent break till when he wakes up and gets back to his workload.

Despite him as a young silent boy with only a few words of his own choice, his actions enough are to make an intimidating presence alongside his silent-like aura as a ghost-myth. Fursat knows when to act immediately if danger and threat filled his thoughts up as an interruption to his main work and schedule, however, he gets into action if so on.

He mostly doesn't like being disturbed or whatever reason is there, he has his senses to know what is right or wrong. The words wouldn't matter to him as long the issue is settled either through brute force or not.

He's a boy with a few things in mind, in fact, his friends know how to make him take a relaxing break of course! Without interrupting as well...

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Trivia

-The name Fursat means 'is Leisure, Freedom or Relief' and is also a Muslim Boy name. While his surname 'Clodwal' means in the English origin, means 'An icy cold, blue man'.

-He's based mixed based on 'Azusa Yumi' from Soul Reaper Series and 'Lady Odette' from the manwha: Bastian.

-He seems to have good guessing mind when it comes to any type of tea being served.

-Apparently, he is mostly neutral with his dorm mates and leader within the dormitory, though based on his personality, he isn't much social with them.

-Is a fond of astrology and night-time topics that he is familiar with, clearly he's much more talkative if that topic is mentioned for him to chat with.

-As any other ghost-myth, he can also walk through walls and additional for doors.

-Does not like any red based candies whether it be sweet or sour kind, apparently he didn't like it after trying it as a child. So he wouldn't take some if he sees one there.

-Is in a chaotic relationship with his younger sister in both the past and present timeline. Though many can consider it as normal sibling relationship.

-Is often seen with Eldoris or few of his co-workers on break time since they are scouted to the same school as freshmen students but in different classes.

-Is also in natural yet close terms with Lynette and Freya, during at free time and work duties at the SIDC agency.

-At SIDC work, he shares his respects with his rank captain Elijah. Though he can agree that he is also done with Doremi's stupidity and her antics with the rest of the group.

-Is also considered a cool team leader stated by Kaytlinn (@kurov3sochouse) in her opinion, though Fursat states that it was rather embarrassing to have it on him.

-Fast in agile and speed, despite his sleeping persona. Don't underestimate his speed for running that fast.

-Was a victim in a chandelier case, that a large chandelier was heavily dropped onto him at a banquet party with his mother that very same evening. He received a five week hospitalization.

-Has a bit of similarities between him and his father, according to his mother and younger sister.

-Has been pranked twice by Haru in the past before. Though Fursat has either spared him or not eventually.

-He's a huge grouch if he doesn't get enough sleep.

-A fan for thriller novels, you can find him reading some of it in the library.

-His voice sounds calm and collective the normal sound of the tone drops whenever his attitude changes. Which is why I chose Hisafumi Oda for his Japanese voice actor and Alejandro Saab for his English voice actor.

-He's actually good in baby-sitting thanks to watching his younger sister as a kid in the past.

-Hates Quinn's Bullshit and gets more annoyed if he gets cancelled at the last second. That tested his patience mich faster.

-Is okay with dealing with Clementine, but chats a lot more with Allison though.

-Is a cat person, has a pet Persian Cat named Join.

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floral-flames--a · 2 years ago

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It was pure annoyance that was written along Jung-Hee’s features, brow cocked up as the woman spoke- his own gaze shifting onto the warrior he had in hand. Whatever cause Hisoki to come visit him unannounced was behind the young man, regardless here he was at the Sato home once more.

“I just simply have come to return this, truthfully I give you a gold star for dealing with him. It’s only been a hour and I already feel as if I’m losing it” Jung-Hee teases quietly, ensuring he did not wake the little one for the last thing he needed was a angry mama on his ass.

Hisoki, on the other hand had his arms crossed and the biggest pout along his sharp features, eyes casted downwards for he couldn’t dare look his wife in the face- he FELT that wife look and was terrified. However, the softest of sighs fell from his lips, shifting slightly so he now stood next to his beloved, arms wrapping around her waist. A little tact of his to get out of trouble.

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recentanimenews · 3 years ago

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JUJUTSU KAISEN Stage Play Unveils Main Visual and Cast Members

A special presentation for the stage play adaptation of Gege Akutami's JUJUTSU KAISEN manga was held at Tokyo's Scramble Hall today, which unveiled the main visual, plus 16 main cast members and photos for what looks to be an absolutely stellar production:

The cast in their dazzling costumes are as follows:

Ryuji Sato as Yuji Itadori

Kazuaki Yasue as Megumi Fushigoro

Erika Toyohara as Nobara Kugisaki

Ryosuke Miura as Satoru Gojo

Masanari Wada as Kento Nanami

Rei Fujita as Suguru Geto

Motohiro Ohta as Mahito

Tact Igarashi as Sukuna

Sara Takatsuki as Maki Zenin

Fuma Sadamoto as Toge Inumaki

Takeshi Terayama as Panda

Hosaki Tanaka as Kiyotaka Ijichi

Mikako Ishii as Shoko Ieiri

Noa Fukusawa as Junpei Yoshino

Mondo Yamagishi as Jogo

Yoshihiro Minami as Hanami

The stage play, directed by Kensaku Kobayashi and written by Kouhei Kiyasu, will be held at Tokyo's The Galaxy Theatre from July 15-31, followed by an August 4-14 run at the Hotel Mielparque's event hall in Osaka.

Source: Comic Natalie

Der shy man behind @Shymander, Liam is a timezone-fluid Aussie with a distinct fondness for anime, Eurovision and creating odd stats projects despite hating math.

By: Liam Dempsey

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the8gates · 3 years ago

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Are You Satisfied? Chapter 3: Partnership

Word Count: 4.1k

Warning(s): Discussions of assassinations. Mentions of numerous heinous crimes. Hisoka.

Niko Zoldyck had spent her entire life searching for something that she couldn't name. Excitement. Purpose. A connection with other people that extended beyond garden variety curiosity.

Then, everything she'd been looking for was offered to her on a silver platter in the form of Illumi Zoldyck. She'd married him five years ago and never looked back.

But the union never seemed to make sense to anyone else. And when Killua began asking her how she could have possibly fallen in love with his emotionless older brother, Niko decided that it was time to tell him a story.

Prologue - Witness - Offer - AO3 - Reunion - Continuation

Niko spent the next couple of hours positioned in front of her laptop, hurriedly typing and scribbling down notes at her coffee table. Illumi had sat behind her on the couch for a bit, watching over her shoulder as she dug through notes, contact pages, and old calendars. But, eventually, he’d grown bored, taking to walking around her home and inspecting her belongings. He lacked a certain tact, she realized. Seeing nothing wrong with his actions as he picked through her junk drawer and helped himself to a drink from her fridge. There’d been a moment where she’d looked at him after he cracked open a can of soda. He’d sniffed the contents thoroughly before taking a drink. Then, without sparing her a glance, he’d walked down the hall to her bedroom like he lived here.

She could only imagine what he was doing back there. Probably filtering through her underwear drawer with a scrutinizing gaze or reading the list of ingredients on the bottle of toothpaste sitting on her bathroom counter. Logically, she knew that most people would find issue with his behavior and total lack of boundaries. But, she found it oddly comforting. Having a highly trained assassin in her home didn’t make her nervous or activate some kind of primal fight or flight instinct. Instead, she felt watched over and protected.

An hour before Don was due to return from work, Niko had compiled a small list of information on the three men Illumi had asked her to look into. She gathered her papers into a neat stack and rose from her seated position.

“Illumi?”

She called out to him, looking down the hall as he popped his head out from her bedroom, dark eyes peeled wide in question and his mouth making a cute surprised ‘o’ shape. She waved the papers in her hand and he gave a nod, walking down the hall towards her. He sat back down on the couch staring at her expectantly. Niko deposited the papers into his lap and stood to the side as he looked through them.

“The first one, Michael Stanton. The leader of a popular church that started here in York New… it’s growing steadily but a lot of people call it a cult. There are some shady practices and they require high donations to join and remain as members… He was recently in the news for child pornography charges, but he managed to weasel out of them. He and Mr. Sato were friendly and I was able to gather his current address and some other information about the places he frequents. Bars, restaurants, etcetera.”

Niko pointed out, leaning down to run her finger across several lines of addresses. Illumi nodded in turn, flipping to the next page as she continued.

“The second one on the list, Zack Preston, was super easy to find information on… Even if I didn’t have Mr. Sato’s connections. He’s your typical playboy, spending his life throwing away daddy’s money and partying to his hearts content. He was also in some trouble recently after a hit and run accident he was involved in resulted in the death of a young kid. So, he’s been keeping things quiet the past few months. But I also found his address and a list of people close to him.”

Niko added, drawing another appreciative nod from Illumi before he flipped the final page.

“This last one… It’s a pretty tall order if I’m being honest. Trent Connor. He’s a major political figure in the running for mayor of York New. He’s all over the news because there are talks that he’s going to drop out of the mayoral running entirely and change his focus to a presidential campaign for next years election… He’s also a scum bag. More rape and sexual assault allegations than I could count, but he’s super popular in the polls. Because he’s such a figurehead though, it was a little difficult to get concrete information without digging deeper. But he does post all of his rally events weeks in advance, so there are a list of those and I managed to find the company he hires security through. Might be a back door there.”

She finished, waiting on bated breath as Illumi’s eyes moved over the paper in his hands. There was silence as he read the information she’d managed to gather in a couple hours of research. In her opinion, it was solid and he’d gotten it much easier by going through her than if he’d had to dig it up himself. With a little more time, she could definitely unearth more. Maybe even help out with a plan for each of the assassinations. All three men were terrible people to their very core, and she would be more than happy to help him dispatch them. In her eyes, the world had no use for people like that.

“This is good. Much more efficient than doing the research myself.”

Illumi complimented, and Niko actually beamed at the praise. A genuine smile stretched across her face as a near giddy feeling arose in her stomach, shocking her a little considering it was something she hadn’t experienced since early childhood. Honestly, the very idea of helping track down these horrible men and watching Illumi kill them had her fingers twitching at her sides and she couldn’t stop herself from being swept up in that notion.

“There’s more too… If I had a little more time, I could find almost everything on these men. If you’re interested I could even… help with planning…”

Niko started off strong, maybe a little more enthusiastic than she should have been. Because Illumi rose his head to fix her with another dead eyed stare that left her feeling less than adequate. It was funny, she thought. How his expression never truly changed, but she could still determine the meaning behind each look he gave her. The smile on her face faded and she cleared her throat, yanking her gaze away from his to begin gathering her laptop and papers from the coffee table.

“Though, I suppose that wasn’t part of the deal.”

She added, her head dipped forward as she plucked a few pens from the table top. Then, just as she was about to pull away, a cold hand wrapped around her wrist. Niko jerked her head to the side, staring up at Illumi in question, but he simply fixed her with that same, empty, stare.

“Does the prospect of assisting with this excite you?”

He asked, his voice low and menacing. So much so that Niko felt her mouth dry out immediately, her eyes wide as saucers. But he didn’t release his grip on her or make any move to pull his gaze from her, so she nodded slowly. Answering his question with nothing short of honesty, because she didn’t think she could lie to him if she tried. There was something about those eyes…

“Why?”

He questioned, the grip on her wrist tightening. Maybe it was supposed to be some kind of threat, but it wasn’t necessary. Niko blinked a couple times, her heart rate slowing with some conscious effort on her part. In the short time they’d spent together, she’d found that he was easy to submit to. His entire presence commanded attention and when he asked a question, she felt her throat swelling with the need to answer before she even had a chance to consider the words. It made her feel a little helpless, and that was exciting in it’s own way. However, Niko had never liked lying down and taking orders. The fire he had relit inside of her was like a guiding light. A torch illuminating the ancient carvings on the wall as she slowly rediscovered herself. He’d caught her off guard one too many times, and the question inspired her to take back some of her power.

Niko leaned towards him, her eyes never leaving the black holes staring back at her. But Illumi didn’t move backwards like she’d expected. Instead, he simply tilted his head to the side, his mouth forming that little ‘o’ shape again.

“Because I would really like to feel something again.”

She answered, her eyes searching his face for any sign of emotion. Expression. Something she could understand and exploit. And he gave her exactly what she was looking for after a moment. A predatory smile creeped across his pale face as he leaned impossibly closer, their noses barely an inch apart at this point.

“Then allow me to show you.”

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Killua let out a yawn across from her. They’d been finished folding the clothes for a little while at this point, and he’d moved to one of the suite’s couches. The young boy was lying flat on his back, his arms bent behind his head as Niko remained seated on the floor and continued her story. But he was fading fast, and she tilted her head to the side in confusion.

“Bored?”

She questioned, more so meant to tease than anything. Killua shook his head, rolling over on his side so he could look down at her.

“Nah. I’m just tired… but I still don’t get it. So, what? You wanted to kill people? That’s why you fell in love with him?”

Killua asked, and Niko shook her head as well, rolling her eyes.

“Well, no, not really. It’s not so much about the killing as it is… taking back my power. Believe it or not, I felt helpless before I met Illumi. Like everything in my life was decided by someone else.”

Niko started to explain, but Killua furrowed his brow in response. Right… she shouldn’t have to explain those feelings to him. The middle Zoldyck child knew them all too well. They were just standing on different shores, looking across an ocean of circumstances at each other. The ever shifting waves had sent them in different directions. She sighed, dropping her head forward as she tried to figure out a way to phrase it.

“In a lot of ways, Killua, you and I are similar. I think that’s why you didn’t like me in the beginning and why I tried to keep my distance from you. We’re opposites of the same coin. We were both born into families and worlds that didn’t understand us. So, we had to look for the place we belonged.”

She stated, holding her hands out in front of her, palms facing upwards. Mirrored. The same, but different. When she pulled her eyes back up to Killua, he was staring at the ceiling again, considering her words. Then, he huffed, pulling his hands away from the back of his head to drop them down against his chest in frustration.

“But what they do… it’s wrong. Illumi is cruel and all he cares about is being in control. Why would you choose to be with someone like that?”

Killua asked, and Niko gave him a patient smile.

“I didn’t choose. Because I was born the way I am and he is who he is. And that isn’t all he cares about. He cares about you and your family. He cares about me. Illumi just… I can see why it’s hard for you to believe me.”

Niko started to explain, sighing near the end of her sentence when she realized that she wouldn’t be able to repair the relationship between Illumi and Killua with mere words. Actions probably wouldn’t do the trick either, considering Illumi’s actions and the way he showed that he cared wasn’t acceptable in the eyes of most people. She shrugged, leaning back on her hands so she could stretch her back, her head dropping back to stare at the ceiling.

“It’s getting late and we both have to travel in the morning… I think Alluka has the right idea. I’m going to turn in as well.”

Niko stated, rising to her feet just as Killua sat up on the couch in a flurry, his previously tired eyes wide in accusation.

“That’s not fair! You didn’t finish the story!”

He shouted, pointing a finger at her as he barked out the words. Niko raised an eyebrow, a smirk on her face at his clear investment in what was likely the worlds strangest love story.

“Oh, so you are genuinely interested?”

She questioned, and Killua reacted immediately, furrowing his eyebrows as he crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. He tried to maintain that cool air of apathy and disinterest… but it rarely worked. And it wasn’t a good look on him.

“No. It’s just… I still don’t get it.”

He huffed, and Niko sighed in response, focusing her eyes on the floor as she tried to think of a way to wrap this story up for him for the time being. Or sum up how she felt about Illumi into words. But he wouldn’t get the full picture until she explained it all. Told him stories about the side of his brother that he’d never seen.

“Well… How about this. I am due to start another mission in three weeks time. I’ll give you the location. If you and Alluka would like to meet me there, I will tell you more.”

She offered, holding her hands out in a gesture of peace. An olive branch. Killua narrowed his eyes at her skeptically, sizing up her intentions. This chance meeting was one thing. But planning a future one provided many more opportunities for sabotage on her part. She could return to the estate and inform everyone of the planned meeting spot.

“I have no intentions of telling anyone that I saw you and Alluka. And if anyone does decide to follow me, I will let you know in advance. Really, it’s mutually beneficial. I get to see you and Alluka, you get to hear more of my story.”

Niko added, crossing the room towards the skeptical boy. His eyebrows remained pulled down in accusation, his gaze dropping to his lap. When she’d drawn close enough, Niko reached out and curled a gentle finger under his chin, directing his eyes back up to her face.

“What I said earlier is more true than you may realize. We are very similar. I had to put myself first and figure out where I belonged. I have no desire to take that journey away from you. What you are doing now for Alluka… it’s good for both of you. She’s safe with you, and you her. I will not interfere with that.”

She promised, retracting her hand from Killua’s chin when it seemed like he would hold the eye contact on his own. Still, she understood that it was a risky request. So, with the final declaration of her intentions, she dropped her hand to pat the young boys shoulder before turning away from him and heading for one of the bedrooms in the suite.

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The next morning saw the departure of all three Zoldyck members from York New. Niko said her goodbyes in the lobby of the upscale hotel and Killua had, reluctantly, agreed to meet her at her next location. They determined a place to converge, and Niko left the children to their devices while she headed for the airport. The taxi ride was a little longer than she remembered, and she could have easily requested that a butler be her chauffeur for her stay in York New, but she preferred to do these outings truly alone if Illumi wasn’t involved.

Once she was fully settled on one of the Zoldyck’s private airships, she ate and showered in the full service bathroom that was attached to the master bedroom on the ship. Everyone in the Zoldyck family shared the equipment and vehicles used to complete most jobs. However, this specific airship had been gifted to Niko and Illumi on their wedding day. It was set aside for their own private use and the interior had been designed to meet all of their needs. A bar and kitchen with a full staff, a massive master bedroom with a luxury ensuite bathroom, training spaces and weapons caches, several ‘social’ areas along with multiple guest bedrooms and viewing cabins. It was a bit excessive for two people, but Niko certainly wasn’t going to complain about the amenities.

She was just stepping out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her body, when her phone lit up on the bathroom counter. It was a single text from Illumi. A request for her to turn on her laptop and video chat with him. So, she complied. Padding across the tile to the soft carpet of their bedroom and then returning to the bathroom. She placed the computer on the counter, powered it on, and pulled up the program to call him from. The ringing from the speaker let her know it was attempting to connect, so she went about her post shower routine. Gathering her various face cremes and body lotions. When the laptop dinged and let her know the call was connected, she was in the middle of applying lotion to her arms.

“Hello, love.”

Illumi’s voice poured from the speaker, the corners of her mouth tugging up in a smile. She dropped her arms, turning her eyes down to the screen to see her husband. And there he was. Long, black, hair framing his face. The dark eyes she’d fallen in love with several years ago seemed tired now and she was reminded that he and Hisoka were literally across the map in a different time zone.

“Hello, handsome.”

She greeted, bending at the waist to rest her forearms on the counter, listening for his soft hum of approval. It was a noise she’d become accustomed to since she’d married him. Often times, he would make it unprompted. Like a cat purring to show it’s state of content or appreciation. For a moment, they simply stared at each other. Niko with a soft smile, Illumi with a more understated expression, but one that read pleasantly nonetheless.

“How did your job go?”

He asked, and she shrugged, raising back to full height to unwrap her hair from the towel on her head. She grabbed a bottle of oil from the counter, smoothing a bit through her black hair. She’d dyed it a long time ago because she’d admired Illumi and his families darker hair, and she’d been keeping up the color ever since.

“Boring. Uneventful. How is your trip with Hisoka going?”

Niko returned, forcing her mind to focus on the actual assassination over the chance meeting with Killua. She didn’t lie to him often, but when she did, she found it was leagues easier to do so if she could convince herself to believe the lie first. Illumi let out a soft sigh, but before he could respond, there was a voice coming from off screen.

“It’s going wonderfully, darling.”

Hisoka chimed in before popping his head into frame. Any other woman would flinch at the idea of their husband’s friend seeing them wrapped in nothing but a towel. But working with Hisoka was commonplace and he’d seen her in several states of undress at this point. Niko was working a brush through her damp hair, but she managed to give him a soft smile as well.

“Hello, Hisoka. I hope you’re both staying safe.”

Niko commented, working a tangle out from the bottom. Hisoka let out a cooing sound in that smooth voice of his.

“Oh, Illumi, have I ever told you how strikingly pleasant your wife is? Really, a woman in our line of work who concerns herself with your well being is hard to come by these days.”

Hisoka purred, pulling a light hearted chuckle from Niko. When her eyes left the mirror to dart back down to the screen, Illumi was fixing the camera with a dead eyed glare as Hisoka lingered over his shoulder, the clowns golden eyes heavily lidded with a seductive smirk on his face.

“She is my wife. So, I am aware of her… pleasantness.”

Illumi replied, causing a surge of serotonin to pump through her veins, starting at the top of her head in the form of a tingle that dripped down like running water.

“Have you all found him yet?”

Niko questioned, running her fingers through her hair to spread the oil before wrapping it up in a silk head scarf. Illumi sighed and she caught the way he shook his head.

“Not yet. It seems we are always a few steps behind.”

He admitted, and she hummed in acknowledgement. Chrollo Lucilfer. The man was an enigma. She knew him from her time spent with the Phantom Troupe a couple years ago but he’d completely disappeared after losing his ability to use Nen at the hands of one of Killua’s friends. A blonde haired boy named Kurapika. The last any of them had heard some members of the Phantom Troupe, including Kalluto, had managed to find a Nen-Exorcist that would be able to restore Chrollo’s abilities. Since then, Hisoka had been in a mad dash to find his former boss. Or rival. She couldn’t really tell at this point. All in an effort to fight him to the death. Illumi had been roped into the search as well when Hisoka had promised him a handsome payment. Though, Niko suspected that the two men did genuinely enjoy each others company.

“That’s a shame. It’s getting quite lonely without you around.”

Niko sighed, moving to lean down in front of the camera again. Illumi’s eyes slid over the exposed parts of her neck and chest before returning to meet her digital gaze. Then he was glancing over his shoulder where Hisoka was ever present, that smirk on his face not fading for a moment.

“I… miss you as well.”

He answered, and she half expected Hisoka to make an obnoxious comment at that. But he stayed surprisingly silent, so she focused her attention back on her husband. In all honesty, it was easy to fall into a routine with him when he was around. Waking up around the same time, sharing the same breakfast and sparse conversation, sleeping soundly in the same bed together and taking those soft touches and kisses for granted. But when they were apart like this, she yearned for him. Especially so now, considering that she’d been reminiscing about their past. Distance truly made the heart grow fonder.

“Why don’t you join us for a bit? It really breaks my heart to see two lovers forced to remain separated.”

Hisoka crooned, breaking the silence and longing staring contest she and her husband were locked in. Niko raised her eyebrows. It wasn’t a terrible idea… the only issue would be leaving wherever they were in order to return to Killua in the coming weeks. Illumi may decide he needed a break from Hisoka’s antics and insist on accompanying her on her upcoming mission. That was a far fetched scenario though and at the mere prospect of kissing Illumi for the first time in well over a month, Niko’s heart was stuttering in her chest. She turned her eyes to meet her husbands again, but this time his expression was a bit more relaxed. Eyelids drooping a bit with a soft smile on his face.

“I wouldn’t mind that.”

Illumi answered, and Niko nodded in return, smiling widely.

“Me either. I’ll let the pilot know to change course.”

She said, and Hisoka clapped his hands together softly behind Illumi.

“Oh, good. I’ve missed you as well, Niko. We always have so much fun together.”

He waxed and she chuckled, dropping her head forward in embarrassment. Hisoka did have a way of bringing out her more ambitious and competitive side. That’s how they’d ended up maintaining the top floors of Heavens Arena for several months a while back. She’d been sent to monitor Killua’s movements after he left the Zoldyck Estate with Gon, only to get a little too wrapped up in her game with Hisoka as they continually tried to best one another. Though they’d never gotten around to fighting directly.

“Well, I don’t plan on partaking in any stunts this time. You may just have to settle for my company.”

Niko answered, drawing a hum from the magician.

“You are a better conversationalist than your husband.”

He said, and Niko chuckled at the displeased look Illumi gave his friend.

“I’m going to finish getting dressed and try to get some rest… But I should be there in the morning.”

Niko said and Illumi turned his attention back to her, nodding once.

“I’ll be there to pick you up at the airport.”

He confirmed, and Niko smiled.

“Alright. Goodnight, I love you.”

She concluded and Illumi nodded again, the softer smile back.

“And I, you.”

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dearest-kibble · 4 years ago

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If ur doing korra requests too, how about Amon hcs?

Yknow now that you’ve put that thought in my mind, I uhhh love it. (Also I love Amon’s voice like Amon and Zuko/General Iroh have,,, the best voices. also take a wild guess at who doesn’t have any gifs?)

So let’s say you were an equalist.

A really devout equalist. You were born a nonbender and were more than tired of being pushed around by the triple threats. Injustice had already plagued your world and though you weren’t around for the hundred year war, you’d heard your fair share of stories from your grandmother and father. And the things you’d seen.

Metalbenders making their own money while you had to get by with whatever you earned that day.

Waterbenders who were fabled you bend people to their will.

And there was nothing you could do about that. You were one person, trying to tell others of the injustice you had seen.

So when Amon rose to guide those who have been oppressed? To knock the benders down a peg? Oh you were all for it.

You attend the first rally, then the next and the next. Revelation after revelation. Watching as Amon — the man who’d been scarred by a fire bender who’d been so wronged in the past — make everyone equal. Benders should not have more privileges than the average citizen and if the equalization or numbers was needed to illustrate that?

Well you were all for it.

Amon had even been spirit touched so your siblings-in-equality said.

“Just like Avatar Aang,” excites whispers proclaimed as you watch in satisfaction.

Of course he deserved to be equated to Aang, he was truly trying to make peace and bring balance to a still unbalanced and unjust world.

He rarely speaks with others to hear out stories.

But so your Brothers, Sisters and siblings day, he’ll speak to his followers.

It’s here where you meet him.

In the boiler room of an abandoned Sato factory.

“Thank you, you’re doing something truly amazing for this city. I’d been trying for at least,” You pause to think and stare into his mask. He has deep, blue eyes. “A year before you started to make a difference. This cause, it means a lot to me. If I can do anything to help-”

“Tell me, what have the benders done?”

His voice which you’ve heard carried by a microphone, was much quieter up close. Calculated, volume measured carefully. Words chosen with tact to glide over a silver tongue and rich voice, iced with precision. Iron gravels somewhere in his throat.

It sounds unnatural.

He truly was sent by the spirits.

“They’ve counterfeited money, firebenders - do I even have to explain? Waterbenders, bloodbenders! Yakone terrorized people! The sheer amount of power plant jobs that are given to firebenders! Earthbenders who don’t need to keep a job! And no one will say no to a waterbender after Yakone!! None of it is okay in this world, but you, you strive to make things right in the world again.”

“Join my team. Your experience will prove quite useful to our efforts.” Icy eyes bore into your own. “You are quite useful.” You dip your head in respect.

“I aspire to be of use to this cause. I will devote myself fully to helping you.”

“It will be quite beneficial, I assure you.” If you could see his face (can he even smile?) you were sure he was smirking under the mask.

“Of course Amon, I hope it will be!”

“We have much to discuss. Please, follow me.” He walks to his microphone, places his hands behind his back and speaks with authority. “Brothers and Sisters, soon we will have yet another revelation. One that will make the benders tremble. Soon, we will have true equality, just as Aang intended!” Amon steps back slowly and stands proud as the equalists cheer and roar in approval. He waits for two chi-blockers to flank his sides before beckoning you over with a flick of his wrist.

“Tonight we discuss our ideas for our campaign. Follow me.”

He leads you through a heavily guarded back door.

You suppose being hunted by the (all bender) police would give reason to having so many guards stationed. You walk through doors that part at Amon’s appearance and are greeted with the sight of motorcycles and one truck.

“After you.” He gestures to an open truck and you walk towards it with no question. The interior is bare save for two uncomfortable benches and it occurs to you, this is probably a stolen vehicle.

“So, where are we going? You have got to have a hideout or something, right?” You have no problem stealing from those who steal from you on a daily basis.

“You will see. It’s a quick drive.” There it is again. The hint of a smirk in his voice.

The ride passes in a silence. What do you say to the leader of a revolution?

“Sir, we’re here.” A man in a mask opens the front door. “We will leave you now. Our eyes are still watching your position.” The man nods as he gives a small salute in the form of a bow.

“Very well. Dismissed.”

“Thank you brother!” You give the man a bow back as he leaves the doors open.

“Make sure to return the vehicle to its rightful place.” Amon’s voice calls to the driver as you jump out of the truck.

You expect to find yourself in a dark cave or forest. Not a dark, secluded part of town.

“It makes sense that you’d be here.” It’s a little less climactic than you thought. But hiding in plain sight always did help far more than going out of your way.

“Come inside, we have much to discuss.” Somehow without your noticing, his good is down, his mask away from his face, though he was apparently prepared with a scarf.

“I suppose with your burn, a facial scar would be far too easily recognizable. They’d figure out it was you right away.”

He just nods as he fiddled with a set of keys.

He’s just like everyone else. He just happens to be leading a revolution.

You hear a click, and the door opens to a very bare, sterile room. Masks line the walls, along with various plans and writing utensils.

He waves his hand in a motion for you to enter. Stepping through the door it becomes about five degrees cooler, at least. The scarf might not just be to cover his face.

“Sit.”

“Thank you,” you look around for a place to sit. There is only one chair and you look at it for a minute before realizing Amon’s deep icebergs of eyes are looking into your back. You walk to the chair and sit. It’s uncomfortable being the only one sitting and Amon towers over you.

“I guess I shouldn’t tell other Equalists where you live, I’m sure you’d have fanatics at your doorstep,” You attempt to crack a smile and realize that, yes, He can smile despite the burn that covers his face in a diagonal stripe.

“Hey! Even the spirit touched Amon can smile!”

“Yes, he can.” He allows himself a modicum of uncalculated speech. And it’s quite drastic how much a difference it can make. He quickly shifts back to the leader of a revolution and asks you how you’ve been wronged. You two talk for the better part of two hours. The equalists are going to take away all bending they can, only a select few are allowed to keep it if any. Amon is going to highlight you as a source of what imbalance there is between benders and those who are born without the gift.

“So we are going to get my story out?”

“Yes, I believe it has great value to our cause.” Burned lips curve into a larger smile.

“I never thought I’d see this day,” You are aware of the tear that’s in your eye, but this was something you’ve long since dreamed of happening.

You deserve a good few tears.

“I hope that my story can help bring to light the reality of Republic Cities treatment of nonbenders.”

“It will. You will help me to eradicate Republic City of benders.” His voice is water smoothing rocks.

“Is there anything else I can do for the cause?”

“Indulge me in a story,” Amon turns away from where you sit, still inches taller than you as he walks towards a window you didn’t know was there. It’s been covered by a curtain.

“My brother and I grew up years ago, before the Fire Nation wiped our family out.” He takes in a breath. “We has been playing out in the rain, a good omen for a good harvest, when we smelled smoke. My younger brother started to run. I begged him not to go,” You hear another labored breath make it through his nose. “Smoke in the rain only meant one thing.” You both knew what that thing was. “Once I realized that he wasn’t going to come back, I followed him back to our house, tripping in the mud as I ran, desprate to catch up.” You’re aware you’ve shed more than a few tears. “I was too late. My family was gone, Mother and Father died at dinner and My brother had been crushed by a beam on fire. I tried to lift it but it was too much. I couldn’t and it fell on my hands. I leaned down to talk to my brother, but he was already dead. I screamed at the flames, unable to come to terms. I went numb and my face, came away like this.”

Amon turns around for emphasis, sliding the curtain on his window aside.

It’s a full moon.

“I-I’m so sorry,” You wipe a tear only to realize it wasn’t there, it must’ve fallen. “I can’t possibly imagine what that must be like to lose a family. Benders should Pag for what they’ve done. To you, to your family, to anyone.”

“Was it an effective story?”

“W-what?” His blue eyes, cold like the night sky behind him do not blink.

The blood vessels seem angry.

“I take it from your tears that my story was an effective one?”

An orb of water, hovers above his right hand.

Veins bulge from beneath his gloves.

“You’re,” tears should be falling down your face. They’re not. “You’re a waterbender. Let me-“ You’re voice is going dry and you have a good idea of why. “Let me g-” the words stop in your throat which is quickly growing patches of water. A hand moves to claw af your throat to remove the words you’re choking on before it stops midway up to your jugular. Your fingers curve and flex before your whole arm is forced to your side.

“Bloodbender.” He laughs, cruel and deep.

He plays with the orb of water - your tears.

“You look a little parched.” He gives a dark laugh and flicks his wrist again, and your arm twitches uncomfortably as you feel a rush of blood shoot through your body. Your tears move oh so slowly into your forced open mouth.

You can’t even swallow as the liquid your tears that endlessly fill your throat slides down into your stomach.

“I’m glad you offered to help the Equalists. You will be so useful.” His smirk returns, a cruel thing when not hidden by a mask. “I already feel better being able to bloodbend normally.”

He releases your mouth and you shut it closed, the ache in your jaw painfully acute.

“Please- please let me go, I won’t-” Is it better to report the man who is a bloodbender or to let him make all equal? “I won’t report you.”

“You won’t” The moon makes his smile glint. There’s something wrong in it.

“I won’t,” you try to nod but your neck is stuck in a permanent lock.

“You’re staying here with me pet. You’re too fun to let go of.”

so guess who got a little carried away? me. it was me. i’m guilty also now i love Amon. (Maybe it’s just his voice also oof... me writing only in clipped sentences oh you bet.) anyway thank you to the requester and thank you all for reading! I hope you enjoy!! also thank you to @animetrash420 for uhh beta reading my stuff,.... please ya’ll check her out she does haikyuu fluff and Free! fluff and its,,,, it’s so cute ya’ll

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imjustthemechanic · 4 years ago

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The Price of a Soul

Part 1/? - Agent Russel

I am absolutely going to regret starting to post this, but here goes.

An AU: a Russian agent slips Agent Carter a letter that seems to contain a clue to the location of the Valkyrie crash site. What is Peggy willing to sacrifice in order to bring Steve’s body home? Her job? Her reputation? Maybe even her life? And what will she do when she learns what her Soviet source already knew - that Captain America isn’t a corpse after all?

Peggy was not at all happy about the situation, but at the same time, she knew she had nobody to blame for it but herself.

After all, she was the one who’d broken Dottie Underwood out of prison and then lost track of her. That made it, technically, Peggy’s fault that the woman had robbed the Toucan Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, making off with some two hundred thousand dollars. Now the mafia was looking for Dottie, along with dozens of corrupt police officers all over the country, all of them getting in Peggy’s way, alternately threatening her, trying to bribe her, and ignoring her… and as if that weren’t enough, now the bloody FBI had gotten involved.

All things considered, Peggy was very tempted to call in to work with a headache. The main reason she did not was because half the people involved in this fiasco already considered her a potential criminal and she didn’t want to give their theories any support. But there wasn’t exactly a spring in her step as she opened the door marked Auerbach Theatrical Agency and stepped inside.

It was a sunny morning in Los Angeles, and light was pouring through the big window into the middle of the room, where a blonde in a pink cardigan was kneeling on the floor doing a scene from MacBeth.

“The Thane of Fife had a wife!” the woman lamented, in a shockingly obnoxious mockery of a Scottish accent. She mimed thrusting her hands under a stream of water and rubbing them together to wash them. “Where is she now?”

“Good morning, Rose,” said Peggy, to the woman behind the desk.

“Good morning, Peggy,” Rose replied with a sigh. The SSR had gone out of its way to make the supposed ‘theatrical agency’ nearly impossible to find, and yet hopefuls still showed up quite regularly. When Peggy had left the previous evening, there’d been a pair of young East Asian men, twins, juggling knives. One of the blades was still embedded in the wall where its owner had thrown it. Now there was this would-be Shakespearean.

“What, will this hand never be clean?” the blonde went on, refusing to break character. “No more of that, my Lord, no more of that! You mar all with this starting!”

“Well, if anyone needs me, I’ll be upstairs waiting for my ten o’clock,” said Peggy. FBI Agent Russel, here to offer his ‘assistance’ apprehending Ms. Dorothy Underwood – and to keep an eye on SSR Agent Carter to make sure she wasn’t involved in any criminal activities. They might have at least tried to be subtle about it.

“I’ll let you know when he arrives,” said Rose.

Peggy turned to head upstairs, when a new voice said, “Agent Carter?”

She turned around. The blonde was standing now. She was quite small, shorter than Peggy, dressed in a mid-calf beige skirt, and the pink cardigan was over a matching blouse with a single tasteful string of pearls. Her makeup was quite dramatic, with deep red lipstick in a similar shade to Peggy’s own. Her purse was also bright red, and she reached into it and pulled out a little leather billfold which she opened to reveal a red and silver FBI badge.

“I’m Agent Nadine Russel,” she said.

Peggy should not have been startled – she really should not. She was thoroughly sick of everyone she met being surprised that SSR Agent Carter was a woman, and this Agent Russel probably felt the same… but it took her a moment to regain a neutral expression regardless. She looked at Rose.

Rose shook her head. Apparently the woman had simply walked in and started doing Shakespeare.

“I’m sorry,” said Russel with a smile. “But she asked me if I were here to audition and I couldn’t resist.”

“To be fair, she’s not one of the worst we’ve had,” Rose put in.

Russel stepped forward to shake Peggy’s hand.

“I apologize as well,” Peggy said, as she accepted the gesture. “I wasn’t aware the FBI employed female agents.” It made sense, though… if they wanted to send somebody who could tail Peggy anywhere, a man would not do. They would know from her history that she could get away from them easily.

“That’s how they like it,” said Russel with a nod. Her accent was educated American, non-regional. Peggy could not have begun to make a guess where she came from. “Let’s go upstairs, and we can talk.”

In the upstairs offices, the other employees of the Strategic Scientific Reserve were already getting on with the day’s work. Director Daniel Sousa was having a conversation with Agent Sato when Peggy and Russel arrived, and Peggy waited a moment until she knew the men had seen her before interrupting.

“I’m sorry, Daniel,” she said, “but Agent Russel wants to discuss the Underwood case with me somewhere private. May we use your office?”

Daniel was just as surprised to find that Agent Russel was a woman as Peggy had been, and while there was a part of Peggy that thought he, too, really ought to know better, another part was just glad she wasn’t the only one. “Of course,” he said. “Go right in. Ben, let’s go to your desk.”

Benjiro Sato nodded, and the two men got out of the way. Inside, Peggy sat down in Daniel’s chair, leaving Russel to take the one opposite. It was not intentional on Peggy’s part – she merely entered the room first – but she decided not to change the situation. It would help to remind Russel, who after all was not exactly an ally, that she was on her home turf here and the other woman was not.

Russel didn’t seem to mind. She pulled her chair closer to the desk and took a leather-bound folio out of her briefcase. “This is the most important information we have on Miss Barynova,” she said. “I was going through it again on my way here…”

“Barynova?” Peggy interrupted, a chill running up her spine. “You mean Dorothy Underwood?” In all her own work on and with the woman, she had never encountered anything that might be her real name… only a series of aliases, with ‘Dorothy Underwood’ merely being the one they’d placed on the ‘most wanted’ list.

“Oh, yes, I beg your pardon, her name is Olga Barynova,” said Russel. “At least, according to sources at the CIA that I’m apparently not allowed to speak to directly.”

The CIA as well? There were entirely too many acronyms involved in this, Peggy thought crossly. The more organizations got interested, the more bureaucracy, the more paperwork, the less communication, and the less chance of them ever finding their target. “I see,” said Peggy. At least that was new information. She wasn’t surprised the CIA hadn’t shared it with her, but she was a bit surprised they’d been able to find it out. Her impression of them in peacetime was not good. Perhaps the information could serve Peggy at some point in the future.

“Anyway, as I was saying.” Russel took out a notebook and sat back to balance it on her knee. “I was looking through our information and realized that for all you’re the one who first encountered her, nobody has apparently interviewed you about your history with Miss Barynova, which…” She paused, perhaps searching for words, and settled on the tactful, “seems like an oversight.”

“It is, rather, isn’t it?” Peggy asked. She remained calm on the outside, but inside her mind was scrambling. Russel was about to ask her to tell the story. Peggy didn’t want to incriminate herself because that would only slow down the whole process of catching Dottie and lead to a lot of sidetracks. But she didn’t want to tell too many lies, because lies could be checked, and whatever she said was going to have to be self-consistent.

“Maybe you’d like to tell me what happened?” Russel suggested.

“I would very much like to,” Peggy lied. “To the best of my knowledge, Miss Un… Miss Barynova came to America in the employ of a man named Fenhoff, who claimed he needed her help with something to do with undermining democracy… I’m not sure of the details. What he actually wanted from her was help in a plan to take personal revenge on Howard Stark…”

The first half of the story was easy enough to tell… the half in which Peggy had been purely trying to catch this woman and hadn’t been complicit in her presence. The second half, the part that took place here in Los Angeles, was far more difficult.

“When I left New York she was locked up,” Peggy said. “The next time I heard about her, she’d escaped and had been sighted here in California.”

So far, Russel had been listening, making notes, but not interrupting. Now she suddenly asked, “what do you think brought her here?”

Now it was time to lie. “Quite honestly, I think she was following me,” Peggy replied. “When she was arrested at the bank she had taken some trouble to look like me. I think I may be the only person who ever really tried to get inside her head, and that seems to have impressed her.” Perhaps Peggy was tooting her own horn there, but she did get the idea that Dottie was somewhat obsessed with her, and that was her best guess at why.

Russel nodded. “We’re not used to people trying to get inside our heads,” she observed, tapping the side of her own. “Men tend to assume there’s nothing much going on in there.”

“They do, don’t they?” said Peggy, not amused at all. Of course, Russel was doing the same thing with Peggy now, trying to get inside her head… and she was perfectly well aware that Peggy knew that was what she was doing. This could turn into a dangerous game indeed, and a distraction Peggy did not need right now. “Unfortunately, during Miss Barynova’s stay in California I was far too concerned with Agnes Cully and the problems at Isodyne to really have time to pursue her. By the time I turned my attention to that she was long gone.”

“Do you think she has a long-term goal?” asked Russel.

“I can’t say, honestly,” Peggy replied, and that was the entire truth. “Sometimes it starts to seem like she’s up to something fiendishly clever and I’m only seeing the tiniest corner of it… other times I think she’s doing all this just for the fun of it. I do know she doesn’t want to go back to the USSR.”

“No… we have some idea what happens to Russian agents who outlive their usefulness,” said Russel. “Besides, we’d much rather have her here in the States where we can pick her brains.”

“I doubt you’ll get much from her – nobody else ever has,” said Peggy.

Russel nodded. “What did you do when you first heard about the Toucan heist?” she asked.

The two women talked for most of the morning, and while Peggy wasn’t sure what Russel thought of her, her impression of the other woman was of somebody intensely focused. That was not good from her point of view. The reason she’d been dreading meeting the FBI agent was because she’d thought he’d be a pain in the arse to get rid of – but she’d never doubted she’d be able to do it. Russel was another matter entirely. She would not be avoided by going into the powder room, would not be scared off by a mention of ‘ladies’ troubles’. Nor had she been asking a list of routine questions. She’d let Peggy lead the way, while she inscrutably wrote notes, keeping her thoughts to herself but attentive and interested.

Nadine Russel was an equal, and the most annoying thing about the situation was that if it weren’t for the situation that had set them up as rivals, she and Peggy would probably have got along like a house on fire.

Finally, around lunch time, Russel checked her watch and closed her notebook. “Thank you for your time, Agent Carter,” she said. “I’ve got some more interviews I need to do today, but I will definitely check in with you again. If you need to contact me, you can do so at this number.” She held out a blank business card, with the phone number written on it in tidy black ink.

“Thank you, Agent Russel, I hope I was helpful,” Peggy replied.

They shook hands again, and Russel took her red purse and her leather folio, and left.

Once she was gone, Peggy sat back down in Daniel’s chair and pushed her hands into her hair. Bloody hell, she didn’t need this right now. She did not.

There was a rap on the door. “Peggy?” Daniel asked, sticking his head into the room.

“Sorry, Daniel,” she said, and got to her feet with a sigh. “You may have your office back.”

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“I’m better than I might be, but worse than I’d hoped,” Peggy said, and that much was entirely honest. “It would be a gift if I could just tell her the truth, but that would create far more problems than it would solve.”

There was a moment of silence. Peggy and Daniel both knew that ‘more problems’ would involve them getting in deserved trouble for laws they absolutely had broken. The problem was that there was nobody else they trusted to handle things like Dottie. The police were corrupt, and the government and big business was, half the time, the problem, and they definitely weren’t going to let the mafia deal with it. That left only so many options.

“Well, better get back to work,” said Daniel.

“Yes, back to work,” Peggy agreed.

She returned to her desk and dropped her purse on it heavily. The world was such a mess. During the war it had been so clear who were the good guys, and who the bad. Now it had become ever so much more complicated.

#fanfic #captain america #agent carter #peggy carter #steve rogers #steggy #fix it fic

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niomemizune · 5 years ago

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Niome Mizune LFRP

→ Basics

Name: Tsukimi “Niome” Mizune Age: 26 Birthday: 15th of the Second Astral Moon (3/15) Race: Au Ra - Raen Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual (male preference) / Demisexual Marital Status: Single (monogamous) Nicknames: Nio

→ Physical Appearance Hair: Short and Dark Brown, but she has started to grow it out. Eyes: Dark brown with purple limbic rings Height: 4 foot 10 inches (roughly) Build: Curvy - Plus-sized Distinguishing Marks: Small various scars along her arms and hands, small-sized gunshot wound on her stomach Common Accessories: Kitchen knives, Carbuncle headpiece

→ Personal Profession: Owner of Carbuncle Cafe in Shirogane (formerly worker at The Bismarck in Limsa, formerly ninja in Doman rebellion) Hobbies: Sewing, Painting (occasionally), Botany (occasionally), Singing (occasionally) Languages: Spoken only: Common, Doman, Hingan Residence: Apartment in Mist, Carbuncle Cafe in Shirogane Birthplace: Sui no Sato, Ruby Sea Religion: Newly converted follower of Menphina Fears: Abandonment, Lack of Acceptance, Heights

→ Relationships Spouse: None Children: None Parents: Mika Mizune - mother, Mizuki Mizune - father Siblings: Mitsuki Mizune - little sister Other Relatives: Hazuki Mizune - grandmother Pets: Peridot Carbuncle, various mammets, a chocobo named Tsukimi

→ Traits * Bold your character’s answer.

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted Disorganized / In Between / Organized Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded Calm / In Between / Anxious Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable Cautious / In Between / Reckless Patient / In Between / Inpatient Outspoken / In Between / Reserved Leader / In Between / Follower Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic Traditional / In Between / Modern Hard-working / In Between / Lazy Cultured / In Between / Uncultured Loyal / In Between / Disloyal Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

→ Additional information Smoking Habit: Never Drugs: Never Alcohol: Rarely Theme (changes): Ikanaide, Deep Sea Girl, Reset Faceclaim: None

→ RP Hooks

Carbuncle Cafe - Niome’s newest adventure! Niome decided to open a Carbuncle-themed cafe on a whim. Kinda. She knew she wanted to branch out and own her own place, and she loves pastries and sweets, so it was always in the back of her mind. That being said, owning a new business is tough and Nio needs all the help she can get! Merchants, customers, etc are all welcome additions!

Kugane Regular - Niome has started to spend more of her time in the Far East. She tends to hang around Kugane when she’s not working. You’ll spot her easily in her work uniform - a Carbuncle-themed outfit! But she does love the culture of Kugane, so you might see her taking in a sip of tea or trying on the latest fashions. She also does a lot of trading with local merchants.

The Bismarck - Niome spent the majority of her time at work… cooking up delicious treats in Limsa Lominsa! She might not be the best chef The Bismarck has ever had, but she works hard and is constantly improving and her knifework is something to write home about! She worked as a cook, so you won’t see her bussing tables, but maybe you’ll catch a glimpse of her in the kitchen.

Limsa Lominsa Regular - Niome spent the bulk of her free time wandering around Limsa Lominsa. She has tried just about everything that the city has to offer. Arcane magics? Her summons never listen to her, but she can at least summon them. Fighting with an axe? Not as smooth as she is with a knife, but she can at least do a little damage. Blacksmithing, Armor-making, and Fishing? She’s dipped her toes into each specialty.

Ninja Past - Niome was a ninja in her past, fighting for the Doman rebellion. This probably has earned her a few enemies, especially considering she abandoned the rebellion shortly after the Calamity and made her way to Eorzea. Have a Garlean with a disdain for rebels? Want your Doman citizen to recognize Niome for who she is?

Noble Birth - Niome was born into a relatively prestigious family in Sui no Sato. The Mizune clan were well known for their tact and grace. However, Niome wanted to see the world when she was younger and find her own love, something that her parents were strictly against. This made her run away from home. While she is back in good graces with her grandmother and will occasionally spend time with her new little sister, Mitsuki, she still doesn’t seem to see eye-to-eye with her parents.

→ OOC Notes

NO ONE KNOWS NIOME’S REAL NAME - Niome’s real name of Tsukimi is unknown to EVERYONE, as she has gone by Niome ever since leaving Sui no Sato as a child. If you come up to her calling her Tsukimi she will probably attempt to kill you, so DON’T DO IT.

Mun is 18+ - That does NOT mean it is a free invite to erp. Niome is a shy bean, and while she can fall fast and hard, she is largely inexperienced in a lot of those things.That being said, violent themes and the like are welcome as long as they make sense.

Preferred RP - Niome is mostly looking for connections, friends, possibly a lover down the road. My preferred genres are slice-of-life, adventure, and possibly romance. While I tend to avoid darker themes on Nio, they are certainly a possibility as long as we talk about them beforehand.

→ Contact Information Tumblr: @niomemizune

Twitter: @/NiomeNinja

Carrd: https://niomemizune.carrd.co/#

In-game: Niome Mizune on Zalera

Discord: Ask please :)

@mooglemeet @crystalxivrp

#lfrp #updated #Niome Mizune #let's do this again!#boost plz

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rz-jocelyn · 2 years ago

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#Jujutsu Kaisen The Stage #Jujutsu Kaisen #Itadori Yuji #Fushiguro Megumi #Kugisaki Nobara #Gojo Satoru #Nanami Kento #Mahito #Geto Saguru #Sukuna #Sato Ryuji #Yasue Kazuaki #Toyohara Erika #Miura Ryosuke #Wada Masanari #Fujita Ray #Ota Motohiro #Igarashi Tact

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dr-passionate-production · 4 years ago

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“So you’ve returned.”

Her aching heart skipped a beat, panic running through her faster than the blood in her veins. She shot up to her feet, her head turning to the woman approaching. She had no time to shove the little knicknacks back into her bag, revealing them all to the albino.

“Hi-.. Hey...”

The prosecutor hummed, her eyes focused more on the grave than the girl in front of it. She couldn’t help but flash a bittersweet smile, happy to see that the headstone continued to be well-taken care of—its cracks free of mold or dirt—but, yet again, it’s the headstone of a, once hopeful, classmate of hers. Mayako exhaled and knelt down, placing a bouquet of white chrysanthemums at its feet.

“It’s nice to see you again, Sato-san.”

"Hm.."

There was no point in repeating old words, years had gone by since they've last saw each other. Perhaps a little before her departure, moving to the country she now calls home. Their.. "Relationship" was a weak one. Neither of them exchanged words then and, something told her they wouldn't be exchanging any meaningful now. In truth, she was disturbed by the prosecutor, scared of her even. While her classmates, excluding the sailor, spoke so highly of her, she feel as though she didn't live up to her hype. The fearless look of strength she supposedly had in her eyes was replaced with a cold, judging glare. Her usual stance of a "capable woman" was one of intimidation and self-righteousness. Even now, as her ruby red eyes softened at the sight of the novelties Kei had offered for the deceased—reveling in the odd memories she shared with the boy—she felt no warmth nor closeness from her, even as acquaintances.

"He didn't leave his room very often during our school trip. 'It's nice here, but they don't have anything I'm interested in' he said. Or at least something around that. So I asked him if he wanted to join Yuka and I to the souvenir shop as we both were on our way there. He came with us."

Kei raised an eyebrow. What reason was there to share such an odd memory? Mayako never displayed herself to be a woman without tact, her most on-the-whim acts having a flurry of reasons behind them. Her arms were crossed over her chest, her eyes narrowing slightly as the thoughts that seemed to have crossed her mind.

"How long have you been in town?"

"This is my second day.."

"Then are you busy after this?" Finally, the prosecutor turned to her. "Would you like to grab a cup of coffee if you have the time?"

Why? "... Sure."

#Sato Kei #Nakajima Mayako #Event Post: Ms. Sato #long post

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tac-chan · 5 years ago

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おはようございますー。土曜日と日曜日展示に来ていただいた皆さんありがとございました。いろいろお話できて楽しかったです。ほんと笑いました。ナイスですね。本日は、ギャラリーはお休みです。僕も休みますー。今週のオープンは、木曜日から日曜日。平日は、16時から21時。土曜日、日曜日は、12時から19時です。お時間ある方は、是非です。作品は、原画作品とリソポスターが中心で、その他、ナップザックやトートなど用意しております。ゆっくりお茶を飲みながらおしゃべりとか出来たら、嬉しいです。あと、なんか作りたい作品がめちゃくちゃあるので、在廊中は、作品制作をしております、興味がある方は是非。ということで、長くなってしまいましたが、よろしくお願い致しますー。 #Repost @wish_less with @get_repost ・・・ 1/12日、本日19時まで営業。イラストレーターTact Sato @tactsato の個展開催中です。緻密でありながら独特のユルさを持つTactの原画作品には、彼の愛する映画のキャラクターやカートゥーンの決め台詞などが満載。ぜひお近くでゆっくりご鑑賞頂ければ幸いです。 . Tact Sato solo exhibition ‘WILD PANTS CLASS’ 2020年2月2日(日)まで木金 16:00～21:00／土日 12:00～19:00 月～水休み（最終日18時終了）会場：WISH LESS gallery @wish_less （東京都北区田端5-12-10） #tactsato #wildpantsclass #exhibition #illustrator #artist #wishless #wishlessgallery #tokyo #japaneseartist #risograph #prints #drawings #timburton #batman #HTOKYO #shonantsite #marketta #toys #films #subculture #hiphop #homemaderadioclub #music #magazine #サトウタクト #ワイルドパンツクラス #バットマン #risograp #prints https://www.instagram.com/p/B7PXSQQjnRa/?igshid=aixd8jpy94bi

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kazehirakukame · 7 years ago

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7月のukiwaの浮き場

暑すぎて上裸で失礼いたします

J-Dilla聴きながら気分は上々でございます

さてさて

意外と帰国直後からお問い合わせをいただいて

来店やら出張やらとありがたい限り

ukiwa

ちゃんと浮いております

空気入ってるから安心してね

ukiwa普通に営業してるんだ

ということがみなさんわかったところで

「出店先に顔だしてあたくしを喜ばせたい」

と思うのは必然ですので

7／6現在決まっている今月の出店情報をここにお伝えでございます

◎7／7(金)、8(土)

わたしたちのタイフェス vol.2 @ 神保町

会場はLAB and Kitchen

ukiwa kentaroの日本でのタイ古式師ライフを

始めさせてくれたsoi herbのスタッフとして両日とも出店してます

7日は17~22時　／　8日は12〜19時

と時間が違うので注意が必要でござる

◎7／16(日)、30(日)

路地裏Garage Market @ 与野本町

毎度おなじみの路地裏で今月は2回

11〜17時でございます

＠7／22 (土)

sabai sabai @ 高円寺

初の出店 in 高円寺

共同主催的な感じでございます

会場はknock

12~17時でございます

詳細は近々FBイベントページでお伝えの予定

同じく埼玉のアパレルAVAや

sweet potato clubの奇人tact satoのライブペイント

とかとか他にも素敵な出店者がちょろっといて

小さいマーケット的な

かなりいい感じになる模様

俄然ゆるい感じでsabai sabai (きもち〜きもち〜) はず

以上

7月のukiwaの浮き場でございます

ukiwaの浮き場であたくしと楽しよ！！

#神保町 #与野本町 #高円寺 #わたしたちのタイフェス #路地裏garagemarket #sabai sabai #lab and kitchen #knock #タイ古式マッサージ #ukiwa #出店 #マーケット #ava #tact sato #佐藤拓人 #sweet potato club

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yua · 6 years ago

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Spring neon Credits: Photography: Takako Noel / @takako_noel Styling: João Machado / @j_o_a_o_machado Make up: Marico Suzuki / @marikosuzuki_max Hairstyle: Issey Tachikawa / @issey.hair.book Neon artist: Tact Sato / @ifaxi Models: Ura and Keigo Okazaki / @urasann @keigo__okazaki

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magsdomino · 6 years ago

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@bnha-rarepair-month

Day 20: Sweet

"I Love Rocky Road"

Ochako Uraraka stared at the menu with wonder and impatience. Her stomach growled, demanding a sacrifice. There were just too many flavors to choose from. Dairy might not have been as big in Japan once upon a time, but the young gravity hero absolutely loved ice cream. She loved candy. Heck, she lived sweets in general.

It was a perk of forming at UA. There was food courtesy of the epicurean crusader known as lunch rush and resident cake boss, Rikido Sato. Plus her best friend/ sort of crush Izuku wasn't too shabby either. Being a bit of a mama's boy helped in that regard, she supposed.

She had moved away from her parents to become a hero at UA, hoping she could bring in some money to help them out.

Alas, she was broke too, which brought her to her current situation. The rosy-cheeked brunette had just enough for a single scoop, but she also needed that money later in the week.

"Ugh. I shouldn't have left my birthday money at home" Ochako lamented. She could even visualize it, in her piggy bank, next to her book of constellations.

"Need help?"

Ochako turned with a gasp. The voice seemed familiar but she couldn't place it. The owner if the voce was a tall, muscular boy with messy black hair and an infectious smile.

"Oh. Wait! You're that sneaky guy from Ketsubutsu. The one who seemed super nice at first!" The eccentricity in her voice was palpable, as she felt herself on edge.

"Ouch. Fair I guess. Cool your jets, Zero G. Just out to get some ice cream. I'm just out for ice cream. Saw a girl who looked short on cash. What do you want?" He smiled.

Ochako's eyes narrowed, causing him to sign.

"Look. You first years at UA don't want to get too big for your damn britches, but we're all aiming to be heroes and you seem to be broke. Let me get this, then you can glare suspiciously at me later over whatever you order. Not in the mood to troll you kids anyway." A hint of smugness crept into the boy's smile.

The brunette pouted and exhaled. He was a jerk, but he certainly wasn't a villain. Plus she did want ice cream and this boy was offering to pay. Plus, he was kind of cute in a douche sort of way.

Ochako shook her head and pouted more, hoping to squeeze that last thought out. She was just getting over one crush. She didn't need another distracting her. Plus he wasn't as sweet as her last one.

"Right. Sorry. Thanks."

"Any time. Name's Yo Shindo, by the way. Not that it's easy to forget, rookie."

"Never heard of you. That ego seems recognizable though." Ochako huffed. "Ochako Uraraka."

"Well, Uraraka, be careful with those barbs. I'm buying your ice cream."

Shindo was enjoying this. He liked messing with people. This girl in particular was cute though, in an underclassmen sort of way.

"Maybe I don't want it if you're gonna make that creepy face."

"My face is not creepy, you pain in the...what are you gonna order? I already made up your mind."

"Right. Sorry. Thank you. You could be nicer."

"Pardon?"

"Nothing....OH!" The girl's face lit up. There were so many choices and combinations, her head was spinning like a planet. Once it stopped, it landed on one choice. She pointed to it, trying to curb her enthusiasm.

Shindo smiled. "Rocky Road for Uraraka. Good choice. Likin' you more, kid."

"I'm a year younger than you. You're a kid too."

"Still your Senpai." The black-haired boy rolled his eyes and took out his money, placing his order.

"Two rocky roads, garcon."

"My name is Keiji, Yo. We went to middle school. Please stop calling me Garvin."

"Nah. Hard pass. And give the McChef my regards.

Ochako rolled her eyes. She wasn't big on this sarcastic shitkicking. It was a bit mean spirited and not very heroic.

Then again, she knew some people with that personality type who would make great heroes, and her initial inspiration for heroics might not seem too noble either.

Besides, she was giggling. Oh god, was she actually finding this jerk...charming.

Nope. It was gratitude for the ice cream. Definitely that.

"Ok, space case. Ground control to Uraraka. I got your ice cream. You wanted it in a bowl, right?"

"Ack! Sorry. Yeah. Bowl is fine. Um, Shindo?"

"Yo."

"I can't. We're not that close."

"What the hell? Oh. Nah. I was just saying...forget it. Don't worry about it. Now enjoy your urarocky road, Uraraka. I gotta her. Got mine to go."

Hiding how flustered he was, the boystretched out and started to walk away.

His joke was corny and rudely delivered. He was like Bakugou, but worse in a way. Still, he seemed to pose as tact.

"Hey wait."

"What?

Ochako was grateful. Though his personality might not have been great, his actions were sweet and the younger girl was appreciative. She offered a hand, which he stared at.

"Thank you."

"Sure, no problem."

He went to brush off her hand, but she grabbed it again, blushing as she realized what she was doing. Ochako averted her eyes.

"Want to eat with me."

He could have lied. He could have said he had stuff to do. His school might not have been as prestigious as UA and its breakout class of distasterprone children, but he was working hard and had his own things going on. Unfortunately, his day was free. Besides, UA's freshmen were pretty impressive, he supposed.

"Sure. Guess I'll babysit."

"I liked you better when you put on the fake nice act."

"Too bad. You're actually alright, so you get stuck with the real me."

Ochako groaned. She supposed, however, that it wasn't all that bad. Shoveling the ice cream into her mouth, she was on cloud 9, and even Shindo couldn't help but genuinely smile.

"Sorry for being snippy earlier. I guess I was just hungry. You really are super sweet for offering to buy me ice cream."

"No sweat. I'll add it to your tab." He smirked. The girl nearly fell out of her chair.

"Relax. Man, you're so easy. Your name might as well be "Mark".

"Mean!" The brown-haired girl claimed, mouth covered in chocolate.

"Sorry. Couldn't resist."

(Sorry if this was rushed. I had the idea if a little Shindo x Uraraka date once and that one Shindo x Momo comic by @blamedorange rekindled it. I am better at writing than drawing so I decided to give this a go. Anyway, tomorrow will we a return to the gay. Fret not, my children)

#yochako #yo shindo #ochako uraraka #bnha #my hero academia #my writing #bnhararepairmonth2018 #bnhararepairmonthday20

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