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amusementheart:

Ryuubei runs his index finger over the area the knife had been when it was pressed against his throat.

There’s a moment where he looks contemplative (if he’d made one wrong move, would his servant have gone through with it? If Assassin had killed him, would he have even cared?) but that ends quickly when the boy pulls his hand away.

Hans steps backwards and Ryuubei lowers his gaze to look at his own hand. A droplet of blood is on the tip of his finger. 

To say he smiles at that would be inaccurate, as he’d never truly stopped smiling–

But it definitely widens just a bit. Ryuubei’s eyes flick up towards Assassin.

“That’s fine. Though, to be honest… I don’t think I’ll ask you to kill for me.”

“After all… Whether you kill to your hearts content, or play house, it’s more fun if you decide by your own will, Assassin.”

There was something that bugged him about this situation. This boy... he seemed so carefree, that nothing could possibly happen to him. No, that was wrong... Maybe not that, Hans was sure this boy had at least thought of his death a couple of times, this was a war, and with the way he seemed to... smile, probably unnerved a lot of people.

It surely unnerved Hans, but he didn’t show it. Even that was a stretch, Hans visible mouth was curved downads, obviously displeased by yuubei’s reply. 

Killing for him what out of the question. Hans was practically given freedom, not that he minded, Hans’ already decided he was going to do what he wants. “For fun, huh.” He murmured to himself. 

In an instant, he was beside Ryuubei’s, a sharp blade pressing between his ribs, he made sure not to pierce the skin, but the blade did tear through his fabric. He grinned.

“And...? What do you do for fun, Meowster? I bet ya just reaaally love watchin’ people, nya?”

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marrygoloop:

Being in the middle of a crowd…

Marry hated it. Maybe, to some, the idea of hiding among so many people was calming, but to Marry, who had lived most of her life alone, it was terrifying. Anything could happen. Anything did happen.

She hadn’t meant to. A street salesman reaches for her sleeve, she turns on him, and her eyes flash red. His movement is halted, and the girl turns and runs.

Away, away–

Until someone wraps their arm around her.

[ Tell me about your eyes. ]

Marry freezes. A stranger pulls her close to them. 

“Birdie…?”

He must have seen them. The flash of red. The man freezing.

Curiosity may not kill the cat, but it sure killed the little snake girl. Who, take mind, was not a birdie. If it were any other time, any other person, if it were Kano, she’d have pouted at the nickname.

But… it wasn’t any other time, any other person or even Kano–

It was a servant. And this was war.

All she can manage is a small apology.

“I’m.. sorry…!”

Hans’ reaction to the girl freaking out was just a shady grin and a light chuckle, he shook his head slightly, the long hair swaying from the movement. The arm still around the girl’s shoulder, he halted them both, releasing her before moving in front of her, both hands on Marry’s shoulders.

A big grin spread across his lips. Of course he’d look shady, the rugged clothes, the hidden face... anyone would think he was some person to be feared. 

“Hey, hey nyow... I don’t mean nyo harm, just curious is all!”

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amusementheart:

There’s a sudden chill on his neck. The sharp, cold chill of a knife, poised to strike any moment. The sharp, cold chill of something that could kill in minutes.

Yet, still–

“That’s an interesting greeting, isn’t it?”

Still the boy gives an incorrigible smile. One slip, and he’s dead. One wrong word, and he’s dead. But, in the end, he’s more interested in the ‘servant’ in front of him.

“I can’t say I’ve ever been called ‘master’ before, but it sees like that’s the case. That means…”

“You’re my ‘servant’, Assassin, huh?”

Ryuubei says that simply. Assassin. The title’s practically crawling in the air. The way Hans appeared out of nowhere, the weapon at this throat, the smile that shows no hesitation. 

There’s a certain feeling trying to claw it’s way up from Ryuubei’s heart.

“I’m Ryuubei. Please treat me well from now on, mister assassin~♪“

The cold steel still presses against his throat. 

The feeling ‘thumps’ against his chest.

Ah. This is what you call excitement, isn’t it?

This boy... he wasn’t even unfazed. He didn’t feel Ryuubei’s heart stop with fear. But, the thumps in his chest were something akin to excitement. Hans’ first thought was: He wasn’t scared. Killing him won’t do any good, and if this person really WAS their master then... He didn’t want to deal with the repercussions of killing him. 

Assassin, what a fitting name. The blade remained close to Ryuubei’s throat, the steel edge just barely pressing against the flesh, digging into it ever so slightly... before pulling it away and hiding it within his sleeve. 

“Ryuubei. My name is... Nyo, call me Assassin, nya. Right meow.” Hans took a couple of steps back, before lazily leaning against the wall. He raised an arm, an index pointing at Ryuubei. “I’ll make something clear, Meowster. I’ll kill for you. But not for free.”

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@theifforhire

Hans’ eyes glazed over, this world was very different from his own, he couldn’t kill in the city, and he didn’t hang around with his master too much, something about the other... Maybe him untrustworthy. That being said, Hans’ was staring down some products through a window, which one would be better? Reaching behind himself, he tugged on the collar of a random passerby, Rinslet. 

“Ne, you. Tell meow which is better, nya.”

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Look at this little princess. Someone so small and fragile looking has bound to be weak, right? He paid no attention to Marry. Eyes ran over her like a truck with roadkill. Though they flashed back once she saw something. Something noteworthy. Her eyes flashed red. Even if it was for a second, they still did. With a hop, step and a jump, he was by her side, wrapping an arm around that frail shoulder. Pulling her close while still walking. Curiosity never killed this cat.

“Nyaho. Hey little birdie... Tell me someowthing ‘bout ya eyes.” 

@marrygoloop

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Hans was venturing through the city, looking to take on a job. Not the ones where you wash dishes, or deliver newspapers. But the filthy, ugly jobs that society has claimed it “wrong”. In other words-- murder. But, it didn’t seem like anyone hs the need to kill during this moment. Whatta pain, nya. How will he put fish on the table? He was almost getting annoyed. Just kitten. Not exactly. Deep in his heart, he knew that where a lot of people were, a lot of people’s minds festers into unimaginable messes filled with death, death, and destruction, whether this stemmed from hate or even love. There are cities filled with murders and murderers alike, after all. 

He passed a child, around the age of 12, white hair, blue eyes. His grin grew on his face before he followed him, having a light step and making sure not to be heard, he leaned over his shoulder and whispered into his ear:

    “...You’re a meowster too. Even though you’re a kid. You must have someowthing up ya sleeve, nya? ”

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[ master. ]

Hans reached out, fingers stretching towards the light. All the new information came pouring in. Ah. How troublesome. It seemed that the braves have failed saving the world. But he didn’t really care about that. All that hard earned money back at home, gone. 

He grimaced and sat on the floor. Legs folding over each other while he stared down, taking out the triplicata, he easily figured it out. Finger flicking through the apps and looking through each one. That lady gave him all the information he needed. Checking his account: 5,000 SSR. That wasn’t a whole lot, but it’ll be enough, for now, at least. Standing up and dusting himself off. His body lowered before he leapt, feet pushing off the ground, leaving behind a cloud of dust. In the air, he spun and landed on his feet on top of a roof. From there he went hopping through the skies.

He didn’t particularly care about the one called meowster. But he knew that he was in this world for a bit longer than he. So, he should have some money acquired, nyo? While he stood on the rooftop, he saw a strange boy. White hair and dark skin... A shiver ran down his spine after he hopped down. Wanting to confirm this sudden connection.It must be him. The way he watched others from the sidelines... That slight smile that kept his feelings on the down-low. Hans' tail twitched. Keeping low to the ground before steadily and quietly making his way over to where Ryuubei stood. In a swift movement, a blade was released from his sleeve and pressed against the tenderness of that fresh throat. Standing behind the other with a grin. 

   “You’re the one called meowster, nya?”

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regular thread, like for a starter. cap is 3.

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hans humpty from rokka no yuusha

+it’s either murder or cats puns, no in between

+ends most of his sentences with nya

+y’nyow, like... nya?

+second most feared chosen by god brave

+literally a furry??

+cat man

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“Nyehehe. A reward, nya say?” 

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acting on prior reserve, here's hans humpty! requesting to be with ryuubei (oc) upon previous agreement.

Welcome to the war Hans!.

As requested, your Master will be Ryuubei.

Enjoy your stay and try to keep your Master alive.

–Doge mod