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#𝐔𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐈𝐇𝐀 : independent, private, selective, unaffiliated roleplay blog for an original warrior of light (ᴋᴏʜᴀʀᴜ ʙᴜʜᴇɴ) & her ancient counterpart (ᴀᴢᴇᴍ / ᴋᴏʀᴇ) oc & multi-wol & crossover friendly. mutuals only, 21+ only, beta editor only.

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throw yourself into the unknown with pace and a fury defiant. clothe yourself in beauty untold and see life as a means to a triumph. today of all days, see how the most dangerous thing is to love ── how you will heal and you'll rise above, crowned by an overture bold and beyond.  ah, it's more courageous to overcome.

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what  𝙆𝙄𝙉𝘿  𝙊𝙁  𝘼  𝙇𝙄𝙁𝙀  would  i  have  lived  if  i  didn't  𝘊𝘏𝘖𝘖𝘚𝘌  to  board  the  express...  no,  there  is  no  such  possibility.

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What if they kissed? 🥀🥀🥀

( what if they kissed / accepting !! )

            ❝   ...Kafka...   ❞

          𝐈𝐓'𝐒  𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊;  her  mouth  feels  like  it's  full  of  cotton,  her  tongue  too  big  for  her  mouth.  She  doesn't  remember  falling  asleep.  Her  surroundings,  what  little  she  can  discern  from  them  in  her  heavy-headed  state,  are  bone-chillingly  unfamiliar.

            Kafka  speaks,  but  she  can't  wrap  her  head  around  it.  It's  all  muffled  against  the  weighted  blanket  of  sleep  creeping  up  again.  Stelle  can  only  nod  or  shake  her  head  mutely  to  whatever  question  she's  asked.  It  doesn't  makes  sense,  but  like  Kafka  said  —  none  of  that  matters  now.

            ❝   ...You're  leaving...   ❞

            She  sounds  accusatory;  as  accusatory  as  Stelle  can  sound  when  she  feels  like  she's  being  snuffed  out  like  a  light.

            Through  the  fog,  she  grasps  at  whatever  memory  she  can  cling  to.  All  of  them  include  Kafka,  but  their  context  is  lacking.  Meaningless.  It's  just  Kafka's  face  in  her  mind  and  nothing  else.  No  one  else.  Why  is  she  leaving,  if  she's  the  only  one  Stelle  knows?

            Is  that  even  my  name?

            She  feels,  more  than  sees  Kafka  backing  away.  Her  companion—had  she  always  been  standing  there?—mumbles  something  about  'trailblazers'  and  'scripts'  that  mean  nothing  to  her  in  the  moment,  but  will  have  profound  meaning  later  on.

            (   When  you  have  a  chance  to  make  a  choice,  make  one  that  you  know  you  won't  regret…   )

            So,  she  does.  Gloved  fingers  catch  on  Kafka's  hand  and  yank.  Even  as  she  can  feel  her  mind  slipping  away,  some  instinctive  part  of  her  wants  to  hold  on.

            Stelle's  consciousness  hangs  a  spider's  thread.  Later,  much  later,  when  she's  able  to  recollect  this  encounter  with  more  clarity,  she'll  wonder  whether  Kafka  had  done  so  intentionally.  In  the  present,  however,  she  makes  her  choice.  Stelle  rears  up  with  all  the  strength  she  has  left  as  she  pulls  Kafka  toward  her,  hastily—and  without  much  skill—slanting  her  lips  over  the  other  woman's.  It's  brief.  Stelle  won't  even  remember  it.

                                     But  Kafka  will.

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does a pose, hand on his hip and,,, blows her a kiss.

" Hm? ~ " The hunter watches her cowboy go about his antics- unable to help the smile forming, with dead eyes. She walked toward Boothill, placing a hand to caress jawline, bringing lips to press against the opposite side. Upon pulling away, a marking is left behind, a silent you are mine, as a reminder.

" Cute as ever, aren't we, Galaxy Ranger? "

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so what if I sucked his dick. his knuckles were split and bloody from defending my safety and my honour what else was I supposed to do

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         "  Mh. No need to be  shy,  doll.  "          Words come out as charming as ever, holding themselves with the confidence    &.    forwardness in security. It's sweet, watching someone who  hosts a spoke show  for a living, being so     ...     bashful. Lips curl into a smile, one so soft, yet with a sinister meaning behind it. Unintentional, of course.  Kafka always struggles with appropriate expressions.  Hand came to place itself on those same lips, unable to keep in her sudden giggle;        "  Sorry, sorry. I don't mean to sound like a  typical  creepy, old man. However, I  mean it,  I look upon you     &.    see someone with quite a few ambitions. Many facades. Much like     ...     myself. It's comforting to come across someone so  relatable.  That's all.  "

          Gloves hand starts slipping, revealing a smaller smile, yet with eyes still so wide. Sitll holding such fondness.

           "  Eleven, was it? I guess you could say I'm one of your  biggest  fans, already. I truly hope we can continue with these  leisure  encounters. Here's my number.  "         With a pen, hunter took the woman's forearm -  carefully  - thus, writting out a cell number she  currently  uses. Upon finishing inked digits, the smile grows again, bringing lips to press  closely enough next to it     ...    faint lipstick stains left behind, she winks.

           "  My name is  Kafka,  by the way.  "

Arent you interesting.

Eleven's lips attempt to part and sing her protests , but an embarrassed laugh is the only thing that manages to escape her . Over the phone , it's much easier to take a compliment — face to face like this ... it's a bit embarrassing .

A smile presents itself , bashful and avoiding Kafka's gaze . Collecting herself , Eleven falls back on the professionalism she's grown to rely on , a small shake of her head 'fore she allows gaze to meet .

' Oh , thank you ... that's sweet , coming from someone like you . '

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We really should be more proactive about creating connections with Kafka. She's an interesting character. We want to expand. So, if anyone is interested in forming some kind of bond; antagonistic & otherwise, please let me know. :)

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"...got somethin' to say to me, stranger?" words spill from lips hidden behind a glass temporarily, carmine gaze settling on the other 'neath narrowed brows.

        Pupil-less eyes remain  fixated  on this creature;  a strong, beautiful,  fucked up  woman - shrouded in an undeniable wrath    &.    complimented with mystery. A long, awaited encounter, never foreseen    &.    up help with an aching  hunger  for more. This individual, could she be the  excitement  yearned? Lips curl into a smile, one so wicked, pressed to own wine glass    &.    left behind marks of red lipstick. A gentle, but cruel laughter escapes throat;  emitting such a  devour  purr. Hunter's glass removes itself an inch away from features, tilted, the violet wine swishing within clear contents. Tongue slides over bared teeth, savoring every  taste  left lingering; a breath soon taken, a sigh, Kafka spoke;

          "  Easy.  A spider  prepares  its meals, letting tension build up    &.    caressing its prey. But, you. I want to  caress  you, peak inside that beautiful head of yours - find out just what,  exactly,  it is that makes you tick.  "         Never failing to  ANTAGONIZE.  Kafka always played the roll of the villain, something she's damn good at, too. Poking the bear is a specialty, it grants a sense of  SURPRISE,  what's it going to take to have someone so wrapped in boiling anger, to finally burst    &.    unleash itself? Another gentle laughter soon follows. Lids shut, crown tilted downward    &.    they open, bringing gaze back to the red woman.

          "  I suppose that's what I wanted to say, Miss     ...  ?  I haven't quite got your name yet. What shall I call you, sweetheart?  "

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the sinners are much more fun .

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 .

         “  Well,  you might think I'm the  MOST FUN  individual there is, hm?  ”        Kafka boasts, thinking it wasn't so  easy  to get such praise from someone like this Genius Society member. However, The Herta wasn't so  pure  herself, perhaps this could've been another instance of the woman  fawning  over herself. As annoying as it may be at times, it's a truly fascinating watch - to see oneself so  CONSUMED  with their own ideals, their own immortal boredom. Though, it's been long proven the members of that society are farm from normal. Each one has something beyond  fucked up  to do with their backstories    &.    that is what draws the spider to the web preemptively weaved.

        Kafka chuckles.

         “  Don't even answer that,  I know i'm the most fun individual you've ever met.  ”       

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         “  Hmm,  a man with a way of words?  How romantic,  Bootsy.  ”        Words come off as  antagonistic,  with a bit of  teasing  behind each syllable spoken. Twin silver pistols remain fixated on the man, if he's even so much as  that  anymore - being totally packed in metal    &.    wires now. Perhaps that's what draws her to this ranger all the more, his sense of  REVENGE,  the confidence,  the anger,  the sorrow -  ALL OF IT.  Even in the way Boothill so much  spoke,  there's such a poisonous hatred laced on that tongue. Relishing in the fact that, despite it all, he is mostly made of machine, he still  FEELS  what humans do. A phenomenon in which draws the Hunter toward the outwardly exposed.

         She smiled, one so bright - such an uncommon feat. However, there is  now creases  around her eyes, they remain  DEAD.  Unfeeling - neutral in its own expression.

         “  I've got something  much bigger,  if you think you could handle it? Perhaps we could put it to the test later. ~  ”        Further teasing, those guns needn't be out now;  returning them to their rightful holsters. The pair is on  BORROWED  time, fate has their destiny's set - much further apart than one may think. Now's the time to  take full advantage  of what nonsense they could bond over. Would they fight? Would they sight see? Argue? Fend off unexpected visitors?  No,  it couldn't happen. Kafka's smarter than that. Despite the Galaxy Rangers being  KNOWN  for their lone wolf personalities, she always had her comrades to watch her back. The rest of her hunters would keep watch, Silver Wolf especially having eyes  everywhere  as a security, in the instance things got ugly.

        Kafka steps forward, a hand coming to graze the bicep of cool steel - eyes filled with an unending void look up to one with it's  MARK.  She caught on to that style of pupil, obvious in a way of helping with his  aim.  Another human follows,         “  You are quite fascinating, you know. I look forward to what other  surprises  you have in store.  ”       

       Kafka was a strange woman.  Not in a bad way though-  more in the ' you never know what she's thinking ' sort of way. She and the rest of the stellaron hunters were plenty dangerous, with about as many enemies as he's got. Though his bounty is growing still with each blow he makes against the IPC, something he takes a morbid sense of pride in these days. Singular eye ( visible anyhow ) fixates on the guns in her hands, and he looses a whistle- head tilted slightly and a hand against his chest. " A woman after my own heart-  what else ya packin' darlin'? "  they hardly ever got to see one another in person. Too much on their plates, revenge, and a script that the ranger didn't care to hear much about. They can catch up now, play a bit.

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just let me pull myself together .

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 .

         “  You can't let it  beat you down  for too long, at that point? They've won.  ”        Katana drawn, presented as if  shielding  this boy - an arm raised    &.    form remain pointed at the front. Their enemies are preparing for another attack, not a problem for someone of  Destiny's Slave,  but, the help from her new found  team mate  would aid a lot.  If only he'd get back up already.

         “  The Antimatter Legion  will not  wait for you. So get your ass in gear    &.    let's  kill 'em all.  ”        Kafka bit the bottom of her lip, feeling this  RUSH  seep in, albeit small. This is the exact  THRILL  she sought - especially so that the pair's out numbered. To leap into the fire, wondering if she'd come out alive - if either of them would,  that  is the excitement she revels in.

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yeah , i might get up the nerve .

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 .

         “  See?  I knew you could do it, all my darling little cat needed was a small  push.  ”        The hunter then proceeded to give a firm yet gentle shove, making her point known in both a metaphorical    &.    literal sense. This action is followed by an  eerie  chuckle, taking some steps ahead    &.    looking back over her shoulder. A smile lingers;         “  So what are you waiting for?  Go get 'em, tiger.  ”        

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you're trying awfully hard to get my attention, aren't you, kafka?

         “  Seems I'm a fool for believing a genius society member wouldn't find me out so quickly -  ”        There's a tint of sarcasm to the hunter's words. Yet, she teases, leaning forward toward this  witchy  woman, face mere inches apart    &.    lips curled upward. The  whispers  fail, once more, in reaching such a soul. Unable to truly influence the other's decisions - however, this made it all the more  fun.  Like a predator continuously hunting its prey, only to fail each    &.    every time. Although, there's that little  SPARK  that seems to be creating its cracks, seeping into The Herta's very curiosity. Having her little hacker friend aid in getting this woman's attention was quite easy, it's only proven so even now.

         Her smile lingers, teeth flashing through.

         “  C'mon, then.  What does it  take  to be so lucky in having    ...  ”        Index    &.    middle fingers tap along the scientist's arm. Any moment now, Kafka embraces for some sort of insult,  seemingly begging  for it. Something to spout itself out    &.    smear salt into an open wound, ripping her ego to shreds - she yearns for those sweet words from one of the galaxy's best.         “  Your eyes  all  on me?  ”        

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it's always the same in the end .

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 .

         “  That's to be expected,  isn't it? You  ARE  death incarnate, after all.    &.    if you ask me? I say  embrace it.  To be the bearer of both life    &.    death is such a  beautiful  curse to behold - I envy you, Miss Castorice.  ”        Words come off insensitive, ignoring the  sorrows  within the titan's own. With lack of fear, the idea    &.    witness of all that is dying brought on a  small  heart thump. The circle of life is something unmatched in it's enchanting nature - thus, bringing on a deep  endearment  for someone like Castorice, from someone like  Kafka.

         “  So,  come on.  LIVE  a little, don't let your  BLESSING  bring you down into a pit of nothingness - as it has many others.  ”