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Meme of Boredom #1
1. What is the most common letter you use to start your OC names with? (Example: "M" - Monroe, Morgan, Micah)
K, M and A all qualify so... do I do this for each one, or...
Screw it, I'm only doing K. Because I started doing this meme for K and then remembered I had MORE characters.
2. Pick 2 Ocs that start with that letter. (Challenge: Don't pick them from the same project/story.)
Kyle y Karasu
3. Now pick one of your existing settings to place the characters in. (Challenge: Pick one that neither character is from.)
Kkkkay, I'll put them in Nico's world, which is preeetty much some hideos supernatural Mafia Earth that makes no sense because I never finished working it out
4. Now what would each character do in this world as a job?
They're both assassins in their respective stories so... hitmen?
5. Where would they live?
In apartments??? I mean Nico's ~~~curent life~~~ is in NJ but they could be ANYWHERE ON EARTH.
6. Could they be lovers?
On occassion maybe. Kyle isn't a particularly sexual person, but all worked up after a good hit? Who knows.
7. Who would make a better living in this setting of the two?
Kyle. She's a lot more versatile and, well. I suppose being a genetically enhanced killing machine doesn't hurt either.
8. Write a drabble (100 words min.) of the two of them participating in some event or convo in the mentioned setting.
"okay, two hitmen walk into a bar."
"... What."
"I guess the bar whacked them first."
"That doesn't even make sense."
Kyle pursed her lips slightly in frustration, that was her favourite joke and here Karasu was, acting like she'd just pulled out the tired, old interrupting sloth joke instead. She turned her attention to her beer, pretending that the uncomfortable silence wasn't actually uncomfortable in the least, and promptly gave up. No letting sleeping dogs lie with this girl.
"Alright, I've got a new one." She could practically hear him rolling his eyes, but that was no matter, "two hitmen walk into a bar. One orders a beer, the other orders a gin and tonic like always and pretends nothing is bothering him even though his sulky fucking attitude is bringing the whole place down."
He sighed. Thick and heavy through his nose, incredibly laboured as though just listening to her talk was an feat of great endurance. (Though sometimes this was the truth.) Of course, just as he was about to protest her observation - accurate though it may have been - and insist he was fine, Kyle cut him off with a dismissive wave of her hand.
"Whatever, Eeyore. I've had enough lies today to get me through the week." She slid off the stool carefully and leaned against the bar, looking at him with some genuine concern masked behind the kind of serious look that usually meant you were about to get told off. "I'm gonna go play a round of pool, maybe hustle some cash. Come join me when you remember how smiling works."
and a crappy fic about allyouryen and killaway that I wrote moonths ago,
He always knew when Masaru was there. Always knew when it was Masaru waiting for him above anyone else. He carried a weight with him that lingered in the air and spread like freshly lit insence, though not nearly as soothing. It was expectant. Judging. Always judging and waiting for somebody to impress, to prove themselves worthy of his praise.
Karasu had long since come to understand that praise was rarely forthcoming with Masaru. Even when it was on the tip of his tongue, ready to be rewarded, Masaru would bite it back and offer little more than ashes and smoke in its place. Backhanded compliments that were often more heavy-handed insults. Compliments and praise were rewards for rare moments. Intimate ones, often. Or so Karasu had come to understand anyway.
"I didn't realise you'd be here tonight," Karasu called to him from the hallway, toeing off his shoes and wriggling out of his jacket before quickly fetching a drink for the two of them. He never recieved an answer or a single comment as he did so. Not that he'd been expecting one, but a break in the silence would've been calming. Dissolve the tension somewhat. As it was, he had to take a breath to calm himself before venturing to the living room with the drinks. He wasn't sure how he knew exactly, he never was, but this wasn't a positive visit.
"You'd never betray me, would you, Karasu?"
The question came so unexpectedly he had to struggle to swallow the laughter that found its way up his throat, the only way to express his surprise he could manage. Though it was clear enough from the tone and the stone look in Masaru's eyes that it wasn't a question but rather a statement of fact. One which the two of them knew very well. And Karasu could manage little more than a slow nod of confirmation, especially as he just now noticed the flecks of blood decorating Masaru's face and neck. He sat up on his knees immediately, leaning forward to brush the hair out of his face and get a closer look, "did something...?"
"Mm? Oh, it's not mine," Masaru didn't edge away or move Karasu's hand however, which would've been something of a triumph to him if he didn't have other things on his mind. "I found someone selling information," he continued, and Karasu watched in silence as he nonchalantly removed his gloves - covered in a thin layer of dried blood themselves - and dropped them at his side. "They may be able to reattach his wife's fingers if he hurries."
"You didn't kill him?"
The look Masaru gave him for this question really seemed to serve no purpose other than to make him shrink away from the other man just a little and feel like a complete idiot. Even more so when Masaru's lips curled just slightly and he took a slow sip of his drink before he began talking again. "Oh no, I haven't begun to make him pay. He'll be an example, as apparently people see fit to question my authority here, and anyone who receives a lesser punishment will consider themselves lucky."
Well. There was certainly no questioning that, he wasn't a businessman. Find and kill, that was his job description. Not so glamorous, but it paid the bills at any rate. He was never one for long term plans or keeping subordinates in line or any of that business that Masaru handled.
Karasuu's mind almost began to wander, but he noticed that expectant weight in the air. Masaru still waiting on an answer, no doubt. He swallowed harshly, feeling tense in that annoying, apprehensive way that only Masaru could make him feel over the smallest, most inconsequential things, and answered with a very plain, "of course I'd never betray you."
"Good answer." Masaru leaned over a planted a kiss on his forehead, and Karasu wasn't sure what he hated more. That he'd practically been reduced to a pet, a dog fishing for treats by trying to please its owner, or how happy that tiny bit of affection managed to make him. How it managed to make him smile despite himself.
"Though..." He paused for a moment to take a sip of his drink, and Karasu could almost feel the lead weight in his stomach. Of course it couldn't be that simple, there was always a rolled-up newspaper waiting to smack him back down if he got too complacent. He should've seen it coming. "I remember when you had a bit more fight in you, Karasu."
Oh. Of course. It was almost as though he could read his mind, or maybe he was just fishing blindly for the best way to get a rise out of Karasu. Either way, it worked. He pushed his way into Masaru's lap, forcing his hands around his neck with the kind of force and speed he usually saved for people he was actually planning to kill.
The brief look of surprise that flitted across Masaru's face was good, it was nice to know he could still be even a little bit unpredictable, it meant he hadn't given himself up to this mess. Not yet. But there was no fear on his face, no worry. Not even the slightest bit of concern that maybe, just maybe Karasu could lose control for once and actually kill him. Or perhaps he knew it was a possibility and just wasn't afraid. Either way, it made him angrier and he pushed his thumbs in against the flesh on his neck. It likely wouldn't do more than leave a slight bruise if he was lucky, but it was cathartic. For the moment, at least.
"I could kill you right now." It wasn't a threat, no matter how much he wished sometimes it was a threat he could make, more a statement of fact. He was the faster, stronger and more effecient of the two of them, they both knew it. And in a situation like this, he unquestionably had the upper hand. Physically speaking, that is. "I can think of about three different ways to kill you before you reach for that gun in your coat."
"But you wouldn't."
Karasu recoiled slightly at that, pulling his hands back towards himself as if that had been an order to back off rather than a simple truth they both knew. Deflated, knowing his little act of rebellion had been for nothing, Karasu leaned back away from the other man, head bowed slightly as he echoed the statement quietly. "... But I wouldn't."
in other news I have wanted pistolwhipping for a John Preston account for SO LONG. GODDAMN YOU PURGED ACCOUNTS.
Meme of Boredom #1
1. What is the most common letter you use to start your OC names with? (Example: "M" - Monroe, Morgan, Micah)
K, M and A all qualify so... do I do this for each one, or...
Screw it, I'm only doing K. Because I started doing this meme for K and then remembered I had MORE characters.
2. Pick 2 Ocs that start with that letter. (Challenge: Don't pick them from the same project/story.)
Kyle y Karasu
3. Now pick one of your existing settings to place the characters in. (Challenge: Pick one that neither character is from.)
Kkkkay, I'll put them in Nico's world, which is preeetty much some hideos supernatural Mafia Earth that makes no sense because I never finished working it out
4. Now what would each character do in this world as a job?
They're both assassins in their respective stories so... hitmen?
5. Where would they live?
In apartments??? I mean Nico's ~~~curent life~~~ is in NJ but they could be ANYWHERE ON EARTH.
6. Could they be lovers?
On occassion maybe. Kyle isn't a particularly sexual person, but all worked up after a good hit? Who knows.
7. Who would make a better living in this setting of the two?
Kyle. She's a lot more versatile and, well. I suppose being a genetically enhanced killing machine doesn't hurt either.
8. Write a drabble (100 words min.) of the two of them participating in some event or convo in the mentioned setting.
"okay, two hitmen walk into a bar."
"... What."
"I guess the bar whacked them first."
"That doesn't even make sense."
Kyle pursed her lips slightly in frustration, that was her favourite joke and here Karasu was, acting like she'd just pulled out the tired, old interrupting sloth joke instead. She turned her attention to her beer, pretending that the uncomfortable silence wasn't actually uncomfortable in the least, and promptly gave up. No letting sleeping dogs lie with this girl.
"Alright, I've got a new one." She could practically hear him rolling his eyes, but that was no matter, "two hitmen walk into a bar. One orders a beer, the other orders a gin and tonic like always and pretends nothing is bothering him even though his sulky fucking attitude is bringing the whole place down."
He sighed. Thick and heavy through his nose, incredibly laboured as though just listening to her talk was an feat of great endurance. (Though sometimes this was the truth.) Of course, just as he was about to protest her observation - accurate though it may have been - and insist he was fine, Kyle cut him off with a dismissive wave of her hand.
"Whatever, Eeyore. I've had enough lies today to get me through the week." She slid off the stool carefully and leaned against the bar, looking at him with some genuine concern masked behind the kind of serious look that usually meant you were about to get told off. "I'm gonna go play a round of pool, maybe hustle some cash. Come join me when you remember how smiling works."
and a crappy fic about allyouryen and killaway that I wrote moonths ago,
He always knew when Masaru was there. Always knew when it was Masaru waiting for him above anyone else. He carried a weight with him that lingered in the air and spread like freshly lit insence, though not nearly as soothing. It was expectant. Judging. Always judging and waiting for somebody to impress, to prove themselves worthy of his praise.
Karasu had long since come to understand that praise was rarely forthcoming with Masaru. Even when it was on the tip of his tongue, ready to be rewarded, Masaru would bite it back and offer little more than ashes and smoke in its place. Backhanded compliments that were often more heavy-handed insults. Compliments and praise were rewards for rare moments. Intimate ones, often. Or so Karasu had come to understand anyway.
"I didn't realise you'd be here tonight," Karasu called to him from the hallway, toeing off his shoes and wriggling out of his jacket before quickly fetching a drink for the two of them. He never recieved an answer or a single comment as he did so. Not that he'd been expecting one, but a break in the silence would've been calming. Dissolve the tension somewhat. As it was, he had to take a breath to calm himself before venturing to the living room with the drinks. He wasn't sure how he knew exactly, he never was, but this wasn't a positive visit.
"You'd never betray me, would you, Karasu?"
The question came so unexpectedly he had to struggle to swallow the laughter that found its way up his throat, the only way to express his surprise he could manage. Though it was clear enough from the tone and the stone look in Masaru's eyes that it wasn't a question but rather a statement of fact. One which the two of them knew very well. And Karasu could manage little more than a slow nod of confirmation, especially as he just now noticed the flecks of blood decorating Masaru's face and neck. He sat up on his knees immediately, leaning forward to brush the hair out of his face and get a closer look, "did something...?"
"Mm? Oh, it's not mine," Masaru didn't edge away or move Karasu's hand however, which would've been something of a triumph to him if he didn't have other things on his mind. "I found someone selling information," he continued, and Karasu watched in silence as he nonchalantly removed his gloves - covered in a thin layer of dried blood themselves - and dropped them at his side. "They may be able to reattach his wife's fingers if he hurries."
"You didn't kill him?"
The look Masaru gave him for this question really seemed to serve no purpose other than to make him shrink away from the other man just a little and feel like a complete idiot. Even more so when Masaru's lips curled just slightly and he took a slow sip of his drink before he began talking again. "Oh no, I haven't begun to make him pay. He'll be an example, as apparently people see fit to question my authority here, and anyone who receives a lesser punishment will consider themselves lucky."
Well. There was certainly no questioning that, he wasn't a businessman. Find and kill, that was his job description. Not so glamorous, but it paid the bills at any rate. He was never one for long term plans or keeping subordinates in line or any of that business that Masaru handled.
Karasuu's mind almost began to wander, but he noticed that expectant weight in the air. Masaru still waiting on an answer, no doubt. He swallowed harshly, feeling tense in that annoying, apprehensive way that only Masaru could make him feel over the smallest, most inconsequential things, and answered with a very plain, "of course I'd never betray you."
"Good answer." Masaru leaned over a planted a kiss on his forehead, and Karasu wasn't sure what he hated more. That he'd practically been reduced to a pet, a dog fishing for treats by trying to please its owner, or how happy that tiny bit of affection managed to make him. How it managed to make him smile despite himself.
"Though..." He paused for a moment to take a sip of his drink, and Karasu could almost feel the lead weight in his stomach. Of course it couldn't be that simple, there was always a rolled-up newspaper waiting to smack him back down if he got too complacent. He should've seen it coming. "I remember when you had a bit more fight in you, Karasu."
Oh. Of course. It was almost as though he could read his mind, or maybe he was just fishing blindly for the best way to get a rise out of Karasu. Either way, it worked. He pushed his way into Masaru's lap, forcing his hands around his neck with the kind of force and speed he usually saved for people he was actually planning to kill.
The brief look of surprise that flitted across Masaru's face was good, it was nice to know he could still be even a little bit unpredictable, it meant he hadn't given himself up to this mess. Not yet. But there was no fear on his face, no worry. Not even the slightest bit of concern that maybe, just maybe Karasu could lose control for once and actually kill him. Or perhaps he knew it was a possibility and just wasn't afraid. Either way, it made him angrier and he pushed his thumbs in against the flesh on his neck. It likely wouldn't do more than leave a slight bruise if he was lucky, but it was cathartic. For the moment, at least.
"I could kill you right now." It wasn't a threat, no matter how much he wished sometimes it was a threat he could make, more a statement of fact. He was the faster, stronger and more effecient of the two of them, they both knew it. And in a situation like this, he unquestionably had the upper hand. Physically speaking, that is. "I can think of about three different ways to kill you before you reach for that gun in your coat."
"But you wouldn't."
Karasu recoiled slightly at that, pulling his hands back towards himself as if that had been an order to back off rather than a simple truth they both knew. Deflated, knowing his little act of rebellion had been for nothing, Karasu leaned back away from the other man, head bowed slightly as he echoed the statement quietly. "... But I wouldn't."
in other news I have wanted pistolwhipping for a John Preston account for SO LONG. GODDAMN YOU PURGED ACCOUNTS.