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Post by Chernobog on Dec 7, 2023 23:31:33 GMT
In my hand is the gun I hold Locked and loaded, I'm coming for you I'm heading out, running fast as I can and even now I see that you're shaking too Trapped in a room that's never been warm, I stretched out my hand frozen cold to the core And there's the twist. The bastard makes a covering, then a cloud, and a flashing red sign reading 'GET OUT OF DODGE' may as well descend from the heavens. As best and quick as he can, Chernobog pulls his extended hand back, gaze flickering around the hellish arena. The last thing he wants to deal with is poisonous gas tonight. God knows he's had enough encounters with that in the past, like hell he needs to add a new one to the list! The hero aside, though, there are plenty of smaller bugs to squash. Everyone seems to have gotten the hint to back off from the hero as the cloud spreads, and he's sure he could weave between openings here and there to make a bit more of an arsenal for himself, but... ... Well, all things considered, it may have been best to cut his losses. Yet, there is a familiar face here. His attention skirts to Ravindra and, for now, the ash-making bastard chooses to head towards his once-ally. Hey, they worked together once, may as well keep the habit going - make a good reputation, you know? And besides, something tells him that if anyone here has a plan on getting out of shit, it's probably Ravindra. If not him, then... well, such is life. "Well, this is lovely." Chernobog hisses, his attention continuing to flick around the surroundings as he makes his way to Ravindra proper. "What exactly is your plan out of this?" It's a blunt question, but there's another unsaid inquire resting underneath it: What's your plan, and will you be pissed if I tag along? MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Chernobog on Dec 5, 2023 20:00:53 GMT
In my hand is the gun I hold Locked and loaded, I'm coming for you I'm heading out, running fast as I can and even now I see that you're shaking too Trapped in a room that's never been warm, I stretched out my hand frozen cold to the core The bravado of the Lion earns him a microscopic amount of Lev's respect. There's something forever satisfying about seeing an idiot get pummeled, sure, but the Lion at least tried to go about things with a sense of dignity. If nothing else, he's decent fodder. Lev notes this, and commits it to memory, watching the shopsheep from his perch on the stairs. There's only one way this was ever going to end, and that's not lost on him. The fact of the matter is that the Lion was probably always going to lose, the storekeep was always going to turn his attention to the other's supervisor, and the supervisor was always going to be a bit of a trickster and point to Lev. Nothing about this surprises him. Arrogant though it is, Lev has - by now - gotten a decent grasp on the narrative structure of things. The shopkeep whirls, foolishly - fueled by adrenaline, no doubt - shifting his attention away from one threat and towards another. His mouth opens but no words come out; they're stolen from him by the ash that flies forward as knife-sized projectiles, first puncturing the mouth, then the back of his throat, then exiting. It's a split second moment, blink and you might miss it, but no one ever said Lev wasn't efficient. The shopkeep stumbles. There is no fanfare otherwise, his body thudding against the ground a moment later. Quick. Cold. Efficient. " Is your subordinate dead?" Lev calls, looking over towards the Lion. "If so, I apologize - I thought he could handle that." It sounds like a genuine apology, though who is to really say if it is or not? MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Nov 25, 2023 23:23:13 GMT
Post by Chernobog on Nov 25, 2023 23:23:13 GMT
In my hand is the gun I hold Locked and loaded, I'm coming for you I'm heading out, running fast as I can and even now I see that you're shaking too Trapped in a room that's never been warm, I stretched out my hand frozen cold to the core You know, frankly speaking, he actually zones out there for a solid second. Not that he's not aware of his surroundings - he's perfectly aware of the fact that, for example, a hero has arrived and has already started going at it with a few faces here and there - but... well, he doesn't really care to get involved. He's perfectly content watching the stalemate, keeping to the shadows of the situation and occasionally snatching bits of earth to mold back into a more ashen state. And then he sees, in his peripheral, Ravindra look over at him. That glance as he gathers ammunition in the back, noting the opening created by someone's foolhearted rush forward... Yeah, alright. The hero wants to play ball, their backup is only going to continue to be annoying, and sooner or later someone's going to have to either die or get as close to death as possible in order for the annoyance of the evening to be slightly paid off. "Fucking moron." Chernobog hisses. The hero wants someone stronger. Of course they do. Heroes always fancy themselves the strength-born kind, those who constantly need challenges to get better. Please. If survival of the strongest is to be believed, then the moronic ''savior'' is going to be dead by the evening. Hell, he might actually perish in record time. Ash from collected scraps of earth coil around Chernobog's wrists, and he's off. Darts are flung forward to try and grab the hero's attention first, though perhaps its to lay down a bit of cover for those who might need it on their approach as well. Hey, no one ever said he isn't a team player - not when a paycheck is on the line, anyways. Rushing like a damned bolt towards the hero, Chernobog has a single hand out-stretched and ready to grab. Frankly, it doesn't matter to him what he ends up grabbing. Someone's going to be ash. With any luck, it'll either be the hero or that monstrosity of a sea slug he's got with him. Either way, Chernobog continues his reputation as a swift striker and no-nonsense attacker. Best to end this quickly, in his mind... or, at the very least, give himself a hint of added motivation for mass immolation should his Hail Mary fail. my man said 'aight im trying to end this quick, someone's dying tonight or im gonna be PISSED' MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Nov 15, 2023 13:56:30 GMT
Post by Chernobog on Nov 15, 2023 13:56:30 GMT
In my hand is the gun I hold Locked and loaded, I'm coming for you I'm heading out, running fast as I can and even now I see that you're shaking too Trapped in a room that's never been warm, I stretched out my hand frozen cold to the core There's a part of him that - in full honesty - wants to lament the horror of his situation. Just fall down to his knees and bash his head against the concrete until his skull resembles the multitude of potholes that plague outer Tokyo. Maybe then, in death, he'd feel a little better about the fact that - no matter what the context of a job is as of late - he continues to be assigned to either idiots, or no one at all. In this case, it's a true struggle to figure out if solitude would've been a better option. Per usual, his arrival generates no grand fanfare. The owl mask and faint scent of cinnamon around him does nothing to give away the look of utmost disdain under his mask. The demeanor of these people - barring Ravindra, who keen eyes spot and whose presence alleviates a touch of his frustration - will never cease irritating him. Yes, yes, 'besties' and questions of wanton destruction... And then there's Nimue at the head of it all. Perhaps she's truly an intelligent woman. Lev has never been one to degrade those kind enough to off him jobs, of course... ... But some part of him, some sleep deprived part, wants to hiss an insult at her for the hell of it as she explains everything. He doesn't, of course, he listens attentively to their instructions and then pays careful heed to the words of his temporary companions, but the temptation is there all the same. Thank goodness his mask covers his expression. "You all may call me Chernobog. It's a pleasure to meet all of you." He gives a nod to each, a certain air of formality and politeness around him, then continues. "I specialize in quick kills, crowd control, and - should things escalate beyond the point of salvation at any time - mass immolation." That's a bit of a hyperbole, that last one. Mass immolation is something he's dreamed of, sure, but nothing he's been able to actually achieve. Yet, anyhow. Nonetheless, his other statements ring true. One grab of a head and they're dust beneath him. It's been too long since he's gotten to turn an entire body into ash, to mold the fabric of one's once-being between his fingers, but... Well, maybe tonight will change that. His luck might actually be turning around, come to think of it. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Chernobog on Nov 9, 2023 0:52:48 GMT
Character Link: HereDiscord Name: Thorn Thread 1, 2, or either: Either
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Post by Chernobog on Nov 6, 2023 16:24:42 GMT
In my hand is the gun I hold Locked and loaded, I'm coming for you I'm heading out, running fast as I can and even now I see that you're shaking too Trapped in a room that's never been warm, I stretched out my hand frozen cold to the core Say what you will about villains, but not all of them are monsters. In Lev's experience, some are simply people who have no other means to get what they need. They turn to crime and violence because, in comparison to other options, that's the easiest - or, at times, the only viable - choice they can make. Some are simply poor bastards who found themselves in one of the worst possible situations with little to no chance of getting out. And then there's Lev himself, who might've fit into that category once, but has since moved past it. This is his life now. Taking a hold of family portraits hanging in the house of a soon-to-be dead-man and turning them to ash is as ordinary for him as bagging groceries or doing paperwork is for others. Ash wraps around his digits from the now destroyed portrait. He didn't really pay attention to the people in it, mostly because... well, the odds are that none of those people are really important. They're just grandparents, more likely than not. Irrelevant people. His steps do not echo as he heads down the stairwell. He can see the hulking figure puffing out his chest in front of the Lion, no doubt ready to either rip the man asunder or be ripped apart by the other in kind. "Back down!?" The dragon hisses. "Abso-fuckin-lutely not!" He squares up, then swings. It's a killer right hook, to the man's credit. Maybe those self defense classes were worth it. Lev says nothing. He simply watches from the stairwell, ash twisting and twirling around his hands. Somehow, even with his mask on, the look he's giving the Lion communicates his feelings on the matter with upmost clarity: You can either deal with this, or I can. Just say the word. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Oct 26, 2023 17:37:13 GMT
Post by Chernobog on Oct 26, 2023 17:37:13 GMT
In my hand is the gun I hold Locked and loaded, I'm coming for you I'm heading out, running fast as I can and even now I see that you're shaking too Trapped in a room that's never been warm, I stretched out my hand frozen cold to the core If nothing else, he can at least tell that - for now - Indra is agreeable. That's what matters; he's not a blubbering coward who stumbles and staggers over his words, and that is enough for Lev to have a small hint of respect for him. Not enough to where, at this point in time, he would hesitate to kill the other if it was ordered... but enough to make him, if only for a moment, pause to consider the ramifications of such an act on his on conscience. Lev nods along as the other speaks. He can't help but chuckle when Indra mentions that he'd rather be reading. "Well, after this is over, I'll give you book recommendations." With that, he turns, hopping off the rooftop with as much grace as an alleycat to land right on his feet. To outsiders, perhaps his landing looks soft and graceful. To him, however, his knees immediately take most of the impact, and will likely be sore tomorrow. Sooner or later, he'll have to do something about his habitual jumping off of buildings, but for now? Well, for now, it's good enough for him. It certainly helps that the ash helps balance his impact, forming a damned cushion beneath him just before he'd strike the ground, but... well, a rooftop jump is a rooftop jump. It looks painless from practice, but still carries all the expected soreness. His hands brush against the ground as he lands, turning a solid chunk of pavement into more ash. Lev whistles faintly as he walks, looking both ways before crossing the street towards the store. The ash swarming on either side of him may invoke the idea of a hydra; headless, unkillable, and all the more aware for it. Though his stride is graceful and almost relaxed, it's still quite fast - as quick as he lands and looks both ways, he's practically already to the other side of the building, the ash around him lashing upwards to pull down a fire escape. He makes no noise as he climbs up it, then enters in through the upper story window. The bedroom of the target is unoccupied, barring a few family photos, which means... With the Lion, there's several long and heavy stomps, before a figure starts bounding down the stairs. Armed with a baseball bat and rather impressive strength is the bastard of the hour. He's a Mutant with the head of a lizard and the form of a damned body-builder, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and a thrown on tanktop. His gnarled horns curve in every direction and, as his gaze lands on the Lion, he snarls. "What the fuck are you doing in my shop!?" He yells, smoke churning out from the end of his nose. "I'll pulverize ya!"Uptop, upon hearing that as he calmly walks towards the very same stairwell that the man just descended from, Lev can't help but snort under his breath. What a fucking cliche. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Oct 25, 2023 19:48:21 GMT
Post by Chernobog on Oct 25, 2023 19:48:21 GMT
In my hand is the gun I hold Locked and loaded, I'm coming for you I'm heading out, running fast as I can and even now I see that you're shaking too Trapped in a room that's never been warm, I stretched out my hand frozen cold to the core Ah, shit. Is he that easy to read? Lev tries not to think about it as Lion hops right down there and gets running, his gaze instead flickering to Ravindra. While Lion is charging ahead, Lev takes his time to pry off a few more pieces of rooftop, each one converted into ash after only a few seconds of contact with his skin. The black flame casts no light; a shame that it doesn't, if only because then he might've been able to get a better read on Ravindra's own demeanor. Something about this man is creating a sinking feeling in Lev's stomach, and... well, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't slightly curious as to who exactly this supposed 'supervisor' of the Lion really was. "Of course. I would never want to imply that a member of your particular group would be incompetent. As you said, he made it this far." Ash circles around his arm, creating intricate patterns as he continues adding to its stores. "He strikes me, however, and I say this with no offense meant to him or your organization, as someone clinging to your spine out of lack for his own." He scowls under his mask. Tch, this process is going to get tedious. At least he has enough ash to make a decent way down, though it'll still probably hurt his knees to go from one rooftop to the ground in short order. "You're free to join us, by the by." Lev straightens, giving a polite nod to Ravindra while twitching his digits ever so slightly. As he does so, the collected ash moves from one arm to the other, then fills the space between them with a rather well-made halberd - or, at least, the approximation of one. "I know supervising can be... boring if not given a proper view of the action." He pauses, then tilts his head slightly, adding, "Unless you want me to give you a report of how the Lion did once we're inside, assuming you wouldn't be following or tracking him, of course." Inside, the Lion can find some pretty nice china plates. Porcelain pots, plates, everything. Seems that the owner has really put his heart and soul into gathering as much as he can to sell, and has made a decent profit doing so. However, above him, there's the sound of heavy footsteps. The dragon in this metaphorical cave is awake, and sooner rather than later a fight's bound to break out. Ravindra Oye | no music im too tired to find it | gettin ready to go in blasting MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Oct 24, 2023 17:56:43 GMT
Post by Chernobog on Oct 24, 2023 17:56:43 GMT
In my hand is the gun I hold Locked and loaded, I'm coming for you I'm heading out, running fast as I can and even now I see that you're shaking too Trapped in a room that's never been warm, I stretched out my hand frozen cold to the core You have got to be fucking kidding me. Lev wants to put his head in his hands. Better yet, he wants to wrap his hands around the throat of whatever moron assigned 'ThE lIoN' to this job. Lion paws? That's it? Sure, the large cats were known for their physique, but most of that came from their bulking bodyweight and pure durability, not their paws. One could make the argument that their roars were better known than the damn front and back legs, but here this moron was, blessed by the gods with a completely useless gift - at least, useless in this scenario. For better or for worse, Lev could imagine a handful of cases where the other's Quirk would be useful. None of them were likely to happen tonight. Chernobog says nothing to the Lion's explanation, but he does note the question. Before he can respond, however, Indra chimes in with that note about their subject possibly watching them, and any charitable explanations leave the realm of possibility. Lev reaches down, prying a piece of loose tiling off from the roof. The bare tips of his fingers brush against it, seemingly igniting it in black flame, before a clump of ash settles over his open palm, rotating as a ring of soft soot. "I kill things with my bare hands, as God intended." Lev answers plainly. "Now on my signal, Lion, get over there and grab his attention on the first floor. I'll move in from the top, and we'll pincer him." A simple plan with simple execution, though he does glance to Indra. "It ought to be decent enough to observe. A showcase of your subordinates skill." His voice does not carry any confidence on the Lion's skill, and for good reason. Lev angles his wrist, then flicks a finger forward. That small sphere of ash straightens itself into a needle, then flings itself forward, piercing through the glass of the entryway door into the shop. He glances at Lion. Any experienced killer would recognize that as a signal. However, he's dealing with Lion. "Get on with it." Lev hisses. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Oct 24, 2023 14:33:45 GMT
Post by Chernobog on Oct 24, 2023 14:33:45 GMT
In my hand is the gun I hold Locked and loaded, I'm coming for you I'm heading out, running fast as I can and even now I see that you're shaking too Trapped in a room that's never been warm, I stretched out my hand frozen cold to the core And right on cue, or close to it, there the bastards of the hour are. Lev glances over his shoulder at them first, doing a quick once-over, then turns to face them proper as introductions are given. Immediately, part of him knows that the Lion is probably going to die. He believes this with a fair amount of confidence for two reasons: The first being that their name, 'The Lion', is far too grandiose for someone of such pathetic demeanor, and the second being that no one named after an animal ever lives long in the line of work. The second aspect comes from a blend of villains forever being humorous when it comes to killing each other for the sake of touting the names of their victims as insults towards others, and from the natural inclination - at least, for him - to put anyone stupid enough to call themselves 'The Lion' six feet in the dirt. To say that his dislike is immediate would be an understatement. However, his look of disgust is easily hidden behind his owl-like mask, and that's for the better. The other figure - Indra, they said - catches his attention for a different reason. Beyond the relaxed way that he holds himself, Indra's also unique for the shakujo held against his shoulder. Lev's experience within the country is still lacking and, as far as he knows, those tools are more ceremonial than combative. To bring one into a fight... No, Indra's probably the one to be aware of here. The Lion, he decides, will just end up being fodder one way or another. "Right." He slowly nods, keeping his attention fixed on Indra. "You can call me Chernobog. If you're smart, you won't get close to me during any fight that happens tonight." He tugs one of his gloves, a sense of warning and caution rich in his voice as he turns back to face their target. "I assume we're all on the same page, but just to be safe: The target is on the second story, and might be combative if not killed quickly. The building itself will also have to come down, or at least be fucked beyond recognition." He clicks his tongue. "Additionally, my superiors did not inform me of your abilities. So, I would like to know your capabilities before we walk into a potential fire-fight." He glances over his shoulder at Lion and, though his expression is mostly hidden... Whoo, if looks could kill... "Starting with you, if you don't mind."His time in Japan might be short so far, but fate'll be damned if Lev doesn't have a sense of authority in his voice. This isn't his first gig, and his demeanor makes that painfully clear. If it ends up being his last, he knows exactly who to haunt. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Oct 23, 2023 23:43:57 GMT
Post by Chernobog on Oct 23, 2023 23:43:57 GMT
In my hand is the gun I hold Locked and loaded, I'm coming for you I'm heading out, running fast as I can and even now I see that you're shaking too Trapped in a room that's never been warm, I stretched out my hand frozen cold to the core He had done worse things than murder some nobody. Of that, Lev was beyond certain: He had killed women, children, anyone who dared to stand in the way of the people currently holding his leash. There was no hesitation on those fronts. If you stood in his way, then you were as good as dead. Nothing could save you. Prayer and pleas would've only earned you a slower demise. His last job had gone well enough. Funds had been transferred and, as a result, Dominion had acquired a few new trinkets here and there. Unknowing civilians who worked underneath him were treated to a bonus on their pay which, in turn, added an additional layer of protection to his alias via good reputation. No one who pays their employees well could be a homicidal killer. Absolutely not. Case and point, the separation between Chernobog and Lev was made clear: Lev was a happy business owner who wanted to ensure that his employees were well taken care of, and Chernobog - as the evening sky began shifting from a darkened magenta to a proper violet - was pissed off. His employers had been upfront after his last job. He had done a good job, gotten paid, and that was that. There would be no need for partnerships, no need for someone to watch his back. As far as anyone was concerned, he was golden. Yet, if he was really in the clear, why was he being asked to work with... eugh, to make contact with some unknown jackass? The job in principal was simple enough. On the outskirts of Shinjuku, there was a particular shop that needed to be dealt with. The owners were contributing funds in the wrong direction, per say, and that had earned them the ire of quite a few local gangs. Lev's benefactors just happened to be one - though, ever the diplomats, they'd asked him to reach out to those who also wanted to aid in trashing a store and killing the owners. The only difficult part about that was that, allegedly, there might've been a chance that the owner had some hero training. If there was a fight, it'd be a pain in the ass. If there wasn't, it'd be an easy check. If experience told him anything, it wasn't going to be easy even if the fight was avoided. The odds were that others were watching the shop too, possible officers or sidekicks - the sort who could be paid to keep an eye on someone who had pissed off gangs but been too stupid to accept relocation when offered it. If their intel was right, the owner lived above the shop. It was a cute set-up. A shame that it wouldn't save them. Additionally, if their intel was right, his temporary partner should've been arriving soon. If they weren't there in thirty minutes... Eugh. Lev imagined he'd have to do this alone. Not that it'd be impossible - it'd be easy to trash a shop and deal with a few grunts, but it'd be annoying. By the grace of God, he could not take something else annoying happening this month. Perched on a rooftop across from the shop, Lev waited. His foot tapped impatiently against the roof's tiling to the rhythm of an old hymn. Please don't let this person be an idiot. Please just let this go smoothly.MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Oct 18, 2023 16:36:21 GMT
Post by Chernobog on Oct 18, 2023 16:36:21 GMT
[googlefont=Quicksand] [attr="class","likedo"] [attr="class","likedotitle"] [attr="class","likedotitle2"]LOCKER ROOM APPLICATION - INSERT CHARACTER NAME HERE [attr="class","likedoinfo"] LINK TO COMPLETED CHARACTER SHEET: right hereLINK TO LOCKER ROOM: right hereOTHER: (Please provide any other relevant information that you think we should know) PHARAOH LEAP. [newclass=.likedo]background-color:#f0f0f0;padding:25px;width:400px;color:#888888;line-height:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedotitle]background-color:#ffffff;border:solid 9px #444444;padding:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedotitle2]background-color:#444444;color:#ffffff;font:bold 10px Calibri;line-height:35px;text-align:center;letter-spacing:2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedoinfo]margin-top:-10px;border:solid 1px #e5e5e5;background-color:#f9f9f9;padding:24px;font:10px verdana;text-align:justify;line-height:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedosub]background-color:#444444;font:bold 8px Calibri;text-align:left;padding:10px;color:#ffffff;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass]
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Oct 18, 2023 16:34:38 GMT
Post by Chernobog on Oct 18, 2023 16:34:38 GMT
[googlefont=Quicksand] [attr="class","likedo"] [attr="class","likedotitle"] [attr="class","likedotitle2"]Profile Adjustment [attr="class","likedoinfo"] [attr="class","likedosub"]Precedent » PRESENCE (B-) Ever seen someone who you just know has committed some kind of crime against God? Yep. He has that vibe - albeit, to a lesser extent » CONSTITUTION (C-) He's not built for taking hits, but he can still manage. [attr="class","likedosub"]Current » DURABILITY (B-) He knows how to take a hit. Has to, in this business. » VITALITY (C-) He's not built for long fights. PHARAOH LEAP. [newclass=.likedo]background-color:#f0f0f0;padding:25px;width:400px;color:#888888;line-height:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedotitle]background-color:#ffffff;border:solid 9px #444444;padding:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedotitle2]background-color:#444444;color:#ffffff;font:bold 10px Calibri;line-height:35px;text-align:center;letter-spacing:2px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedoinfo]margin-top:-10px;border:solid 1px #e5e5e5;background-color:#f9f9f9;padding:24px;font:10px verdana;text-align:justify;line-height:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=.likedosub]background-color:#444444;font:bold 8px Calibri;text-align:left;padding:10px;color:#ffffff;text-transform:uppercase;letter-spacing:1px;[/newclass]
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Post by Chernobog on Oct 3, 2023 1:34:01 GMT
In my hand is the gun I hold Locked and loaded, I'm coming for you I'm heading out, running fast as I can and even now I see that you're shaking too Trapped in a room that's never been warm, I stretched out my hand frozen cold to the core This was not the worst case scenario. Lev had to repeat that to himself until he found purchase, until he could stand again properly. This was not the worst case scenario. Not by a long shot. The target had been killed. Any annoyance in the way of that had been exactly that: a temporary annoyance which, when removed, left nothing but relief and quiet exhaustion in the back of Lev's mind. He collected himself, sighed, and looked over to the body. Still dead. Well, at least that was a relief; whatever the man's quirk was, it gave him no freedom from death. The assassin reached up, adjusting his mask. With a huff, he'd make his way out from the warehouse. ---- "Well," Lev began, clearing his throat. His mask had been discarded in the later evening hours, his hair pulled back, and a fine suit donned. It was just a simple call, but oh, the figure on the other line demanded respect; even without requesting it, there was an unsaid order to be in your best possible state when addressing them. "You ought to know, it went smoothly. Hardly an issue." He winced as he pressed an icepack to the knot on his forehead. It'd be gone in a few days, with any luck, but to think that a simple pool ball could do that much damage... "I see." The voice on the other end of the phone hummed. "And our payment?" "It will be at your door in no time." Lev heard himself smiling. Oh, he was grinning. "A fair price for that man's head, if I do say so myself." A chuckle came from the other end of the line. Lev felt an unseen weight lift up from his chest. "We look forward to hearing more of your work, Fyodorov. Be sure to make... connections, where available." "Of course, sir." click.He practically collapsed into his office chair. "Christ on a bike," Lev muttered. ... The demon, though. That idiot had really managed to give Lev a struggle, however brief it was. Had he wanted to, he could have put the assassin down while the owl struggled for purchase. And yet, he didn't. He just ran. For the first time since arriving in Japan, some part of Lev craved an investigation into why. What type of person was that demon? Who had hired him? Part of him wondered, would the demon be willing to work with the Lily in the future? Oh, now that was a concept that made him snort. The odds of that happening were astronomically low, but... Well, one could dream. ... Next time we meet, demon, Lev thought to himself, I'll drag you down to Hell. It's no doubt waiting for you.@ghouligan | no tunes MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Chernobog on Oct 2, 2023 19:10:06 GMT
In my hand is the gun I hold Locked and loaded, I'm coming for you I'm heading out, running fast as I can and even now I see that you're shaking too Trapped in a room that's never been warm, I stretched out my hand frozen cold to the core Now here's a portrait of a bastard, desperate. The body had hit the ground and was unmoving, and that alone was enough for Lev to take a deep breath and ready himself to leave. The bodyguard was no longer his priority; annoyance had cooled in the wake of success. He would get paid for his duties, and the money would go right back where it belonged: into the hands of his real employers, and likely funneled elsewhere for one gain or another. In his mind, the progression of events was simple. The target was dead. All he had to do was leave. And then the demon decided to die. Lev had done this sort of thing before. He wasn't proud of it, but he reckoned pride had nothing to do with the matter in all honesty; some people, with their backs to the wall, simply preferred death. He was the primary dealer of it. They'd take it and carelessly blow away on the wind, their souls elsewhere and their mind scattered within the cloud of ash. Still. Familiarity did not detract from the oddity of the man's behavior. He had come off as an arrogant jackass most of the encounter, but a crafty one. The fact that he was now charging towards certain doom... Something about it didn't sit right with Lev. It didn't match his prior behavior. Maybe he had just become desperate. Maybe his employer was going to kill him for failing. It was the last thought that triggered a single shred of compassion. Not much of it, mind you, but just enough for him to sigh behind his mask and ready himself. He straightened his posture, fixed his gaze, and steeled his body over for whatever was to come. If it was a trick, then it was a trick, and that shred of destructive compassion would be disregarded in the future. If it wasn't a trick, then that would be that. Another dead body to the innumerable list. A left hook was thrown. Lev raised a hand to block it. One brush against the flesh, and that would be it. Done. Story over. Show cancelled. Black flames would do what they always did and gorge themselves on the man's very being. He was superb at close quarters combat; it would be no problem to get the man on his back, to take him down. Except the flames didn't catch. His block did nothing, for nothing was really touching him. A million thoughts crossed his mind as contact was seen by his eyes, but ignored by the world around him. He should have latched on. That should have been it. Yet, the fool was slipping through his fingers, and Lev's balance was failing him. Time passed too fast and too slow all at once. He blinked, and he was on the ground. No footing. No purchase. Nothing to grab. Cyka blyat. He took a sharp breath in, trying to grab a piece of his coat. He couldn't grab a hold of the earth. He wondered, did the same limitation apply to his clothing? If he could get a shard of ash, he could still make the bastard bleed before he did the assassin in - or, alternatively, before the demon ran off. Either way, he was trying - and, in tandem, giving a single shred of credit to the demon for another well-played move. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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