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[avaricepetal]

"There's nothing wrong with you, I promise." hi!!!

heterochromatic optics glance up at the first sinner , champagne & rose tresses swaying in tandem while tilting her cranium . " did i say something of that nature ? " a brave front she puts on , yet , gloved arm subconciously lowers behind her desk . a flicker passes through azure and rose hues , but irene doesn't dwell on it further . " what brings you here , yi - sang ? "

[soulsbetrayed]

"I'll ask you this if there's a better option then what is it?" Scowling at the silence the CEO tuts at her guest's general direction. "As I thought." Her eyes' pupils thinned out as she voiced her anger. Of all things if one were to criticize her methods they must have a better solution right? That wasn't too bad to ask now was it? Apparently it was. It would've been hilarious if it wasn't so frustrating to bear witness to. Oh well, what's done is done and one cannot expect success from futilely doing the same thing repeatedly.

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[saed]

(since i'm still at the start of the chapter I KNOW I'M SORRY here's a small yi sang and sinclair moment at the bus on their way to the worksite in canto iii) The pattern was starting to become obvious, with each new job one of them seamed to have heavy ties with whichever nest they encounter. As it shows, Sinclair seemed to be the one who had the most ties with the wing. While she usually was frightful by nature, the notion of being in the territory of K Corp. was bringing absolute dread to her composure, to the point of throwing up. Yi Sang could be glad he wasn't the one cleaning up after it, but for the moment, the sinners entrusted Sinclair to his side as the trip resumed after clearing the path to the border control. The jittery nervousness was near electric, Sinclair was clearly in distress, or at least is what he perceives, but was doing her best to keep as calm as possible.

"Rest your head back..." It's said with the same tone he always uses, he does not mean to order her, merely suggest. "Take a breath."

even emptying the contents of her stomach did not save her from the violent nausea lurching within the pits of her stomach. summoning forth nails which drove forth sharp pain that shot straight from her gut to several points across her body. most notably the head, which had done nothing to help dissuade her growing migraine from worsening.

this wasn't what she had been anticipating. sinclairs hands hadn't stopped trembling since returning to the bus. latching onto the handle of her weapon as if it's the one thing holding all of her pieces together. she's so worked up that the touch of his hand— one intended to reassure— instead makes her flinch. eyes overcome with the resounding horror that had been circulating her mind.

it's over. it's so over for me.

they'll see... they'll—

"yi sang..." her voice is meek, lacking the same watery tone it held not too long ago. now much more defeated and interlaced with the turmoil which had long been brewing beneath the covers. take a breath ... rest her head back? how could she? how could she when... when... her breath is shaky. her hands feel numb with the way she's been gripping her weapon handle. to say all that lingered was dread, a sickness for the sights that were to come. to face her again. sinclair shivered. "i... i..." the weight of the eyes on the bus had never been more pronounced. she feels like a straggler.

she hated what existed within the depths of her. horror, fear, disgust, yet more than anything. the wrath of a girl who lost everything overnight. a sickening desire to cause for destruction as it had been done to her. that— that what caused her to wobble again. sits in her seat with the defeatism associated in regards to one who truly was on the edge of a mental break.

she wondered if yi sang would still look at her the same, after everything. she wondered if she truly had a right to sought out the comfort— "i can't." a shuddered out response. eyes falling down and looking to the right.

"i c... can't."

[bibliosought]

“ I don't believe in heroes. ” heyo <3

"Heroes are a term humans made up in order to feel better about killing each other. It's idealistic nonsense."

She shrugs lightly at the man's words, before turning to him.

"But the beautiful part of humanity is that idealism. Allowing yourself to believe in a little nonsense is good for your soul. Without it, you're just dead inside. If you can't believe in heroes, why not become one instead?"

[dcviated]

Mission failed: Did not make this cleanup shmuck smile. Ah, well there were more important things to invest his feelings into than that. To say nothing of effort. They're not making a fuss anymore over his presence on the warp train in-transit after all. Sure, they make the standard appeal to authority, but the Color is unmoved by the possibility of presence.

Wylan steps over the uncanny strand of blood that connected the one mound of flesh that Yi Sang held with another piece not too far away. This train car had seen the higher end of violence of a warp excursion to be sure. Not all of them look like this, even on a single train he was sure to expect. Rumors were ever abound between various cleanup employees as well as reports from higher ups. He was privy to some extra things as well. And people from other circles were why he was here now. Dealing with this circus.

"Ah. Yeah. Cleaning? Not really part of my duty. Ha, y'know I didn't exactly climb ranks of the corpo stuff like you guys. They just sorta call me in as the cool Color that corrects... conflicts." He smiles at his impromptu alliteration, then hesitates, eyeing up the other. As a cleanup crew member, a certain level of secrecy was afforded him. Still. Best not overshare lest it be his head on the cutting and chemical floor for remapping. "But if you're going to ask so kindly and earnestly with that saccharine voice of yours... there's still one car to go, right? And I haven't found our guest yet. They're far away from where they should've been sitting... being sneaky- or clever, if you want to give them credit" Brows lift.

With a flourish of the coat, he draws out one of the many long daggers from the harness beneath. The edges immediately begin crackling with energy akin to those carried by W-Corp personnel. The severing edge was, seemingly with Wylan at least, cranked up to a more potentially violent level.

"So it turns out I have no reason not to help." An eye turns to the door at the back, and though the window wasn't the most generous, it was clear that whatever death match happened in here did not extend further. A dagger slices, and viscera is cleared from viscera, Wylan now holding up another strand of lumpy flush.

"Right! Teamwork makes that dream work. Which seat does this one go to, Boss? You look like you know what you're doing~"

He did not offer a smile, in fact, much of his expression remained the same. An ever lasting tired gaze languidly takes note of the person in front of him, the logo offering a minute recognition, followed by the knifes at the strangers torso. He claimed himself to be the poster boy of the company, something that Yi Sang should take note off. However, he was never one to pay attention beyond the mission, much less to know who's famous in the company or not, it simply did not concern him. He never wished to aim higher, but perhaps he should, if he could just randomly select when to drop onto the trains and look as well rested as this stranger, maybe being the poster boy had it's benefits.

"...I would advise to seek the Captain first." Protocol should be followed. Famous or not, dropping in unannounced and mingling with the work of others could invite disaster. Yi Sang wasn't sure he could afford to guard another during work hours.

The cleaner chances a look at the mound of flesh at his feet. For all the luxury of being able to wrap in an instant into a new location, the travel was a rather gruesome and tiresome affair before it reached the station. Moreso to the cleaners who had to work diligently to make sure everyone would be back to their seats in whatever form they'd morphed into. To think humanity could be resumed to gore, whatever hope he may have once had, may have just long disappeared between the bodies.

With a small sigh, he crouches to pick up the mound, this should be seated at L54.

"However, if you're to join the clean..." Things could speed up significantly, he could catch some much needed sleep. There should still be an hour left before they reach the destination, if they can finish the following cart, it'll be over. It was a choice that could invite disaster, but also that benefit him greatly. He wonders if there's anything in the manual about how to deal with sudden cleaners from other ranks. Surely the situation hadn't been escalated that high to warrant the presence of someone with such a proclaimed high profile.

Glancing at the man again, he straightens himself.

"Who may be this guest you're seeking?"

[toktic]

how do you need to be touched? tagging. @livelament (heathcliff) @gladiius @genecode @scarletgaze @mirroredge @miraculpa (femt) @roadstyx

fervently.

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

[wutheredviolet]

How do you need to be touched? fervently. you crave a hug that cracks your ribs... the feeling of your wandering soul being crushed back into the bones that can't seem to hold it. you need a hand gripping yours so tightly you almost fear it may leave a bruise, a reminder that you are here. and that you are not alone. Tagged by: @mirroredge Tagging: @glamourousmtt, @lcbyuri, @bibliosought, @ticktock-redclock

[svpernovae]

ok i gotta go over to @mirroredge real quick to finish an ask and i'll be back to torment

[dcviated]

monday malarkey :: open

@mirroredge sent: 💔 : What kinds of characters do you have the most trouble writing for?

I set up my roster intentionally to challenge myself, and sometimes it really bites me in the ass. Trying to make sure no character is too similar to another and all. And of my roster- Armstrong is the hardest for me to write. And I think it comes down to his dramatically verbose way of speaking that I can often grapple with. It's almost to the point that it's like, a tick of his speech?

And seeing as I already consider my dialogue to be my weakest point in my writing, a character like him really pushes that shortcoming into the spotlight whenever I do his rare reply or response. Like. Man I struggle with making that over the top bombastic dialogue feel... fresh and not repetitive.

I also used to be SO bad at writing women (this is like 10+ years ago now), and frankly still do have an issue if fashion is ever brought up because I still cant tell one shirt style from another. Eira was my first successful female OC, the others felt like they blend into generic mediocrity or failed to find a voice and character their own.

[dcviated]

Exasperation (but that has to be preferable to anger) comes at the other's response. Strong enough for sound, not strong enough to spray the chewings into the other sinner's face. Wrong message? Or did Yi Sang have a less than ideal spine in that shrimpy back of his. Heathcliff finishes the bite of his messy sandwich and gestures the arm holding it.

"Bugger, you think I'm here to nab your nosh? And even if'n I was, you give up that quick?" Feels kind of stupid to ask the question, a single glance at the placid gaze of the smaller man is enough answer anyone needs to know the truth. A mug of melancholy. "Well, not like I didn't use to do that business." Observed with a sardonic smirk, a brief recall of the syndicate days- but it's accompanied by sliding of the plate. Back to Yi Sang.

"But bloody hell if you don't look like you need a whole cart for a meal, let alone a damn plate. Nah, mate, I just wanted you to eat the stuff. It's giving the jeebies when you stare at every minging thing." For as Heathcliff perceived it, maybe there was such a thing as too much reflection and consideration. If you spend all that time without taking action or doing some business, ain't nothing going to actually happen.

@dcviated (Heathcliff) reflected:

"Bloody hell, mate. You gonna eat that scran or just squint at it? Giving me a second hand bug in the gut." Heathcliff pauses in consuming his own meal- in this instance some thing with mashed peas on it- to judge Yi Sang's pace (or lack thereof) with his own.

The comment rouses him from introspection, it's not that the meal is unappealing, while on the road one can't be picky with what's offered, it's just that Yi Sang isn't as food driven as the rest. He can rejoice in the chance of something different or more finer, but ultimately it merely serves it's purpose to fuel him and not much else. Still, he can concede that the more their meals are shared, the more he has grown to enjoy the atmosphere and camaraderie it brings. There's a certain warmth to seeing his fellow sinners indulge themselves freely, chattering away and bounding over something as simple as a meal.

Yi Sang keeps to himself as always, choosing instead to observe rather than participate. But that doesn't prevent others from trying to include him.

"..." There's a pause as he looks between his plate and Heathcliff's, the stark difference between them would be laughable to the others for how is it that Heathcliff is half way through cleaning his plate and Yi Sang's is still nearly full. Perhaps he should take a bite to appease the sinner, but his wording had him worried the other may want more food.

With a simple push, he offers his plate to his fellow colleague. In their crew there were quite a few gluttons but it wasn't just from indulgence, as their job requires them to be ready for any circumstance. In the end, Heathcliff would need the strength more than him, it's more logical for him to have it.

"You may have it if you wish."

[adrianoancutza]

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[svpernovae]

#SVPERNOVAE -"I just can't stand for precious swords being wasted like that."

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[dcviated]

thrust in the limelight :: open

@mirroredge sent: "you  realize  you're  the  most  famous  person  here,  right?" - for wylan!!

The lopsided grin that rolls slowly over towards Yi Sang is not the first exaggerated expression the man has shared today. It will also probably not be the last. This one, however, is unique is it's intended to be impressionable and realizing, rather than just smarmy showmanship as the Color was accustomed and acclimated to doing. Whether it was for the cameras, fans, or himself, the mask on his features was a painting thick with layers of ichor.

And Wylan was an artist.

"You know what...? You might actually be on to something there! Why else would all the eyes be on me, right?" An arm has slipped around to pat the Corp worker a reassuring pat on the opposite shoulder. "Don't tell me you're jealous, Sangarang? In fact, I can put all the eyes on you instead, if you want. The only thing better than the hero is the working place soldier. And isn't that you?" Brows lift.

Of course. Nobody knew why the W Corp employees would be called heroes. If 'hero' was the descriptor fitting for the work done. The secrets of the folds between planes after all were of utmost confidentiality. Something that the Color helped to enforce. Violently. And then through violence the travesties were undone.

Still, someone has to make sure the trains were working! Whether politically, mechanically, or... intestinally?

"I got a bunch of coupons for economy passes. Wanna hand some out?" Wylan pulls out the always handy band of paper slips. A perk of being a pseudo mascot. Whether it be for publicity stunts or distractions. "Hey all! Less whispers and more smiles. Say. Who wants to take a trip? And is having trouble making that last step? I think our buddy Yi Sang might have a ticket you need."

Maybe he dances as hard as he does because the chains are that much heavier.

[defconfour]

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