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     Bloodlust is not his driving force, never has been. A means to an end, the art of slicing through flesh, clean cut, the real thrill. Brutality as it comes in waves builds up, the sediment made up of bodies  &&  blood fester, unpleasant. Hence, if he must take lives, he prefers the smaller scale, silent but deadly. Explosive firecracker that's come to accompany him on this task does not match the energy, not quite. Excruciating agony isn't missed amongst the wailing, grating cries. This prickles at Sampo's skin, wanting to draw out some twisted Elation, just as Sparkle mentions to him. Perhaps she knows him better than he does himself, inadvertently preventing him from putting stops on how far he might be willing to take his pleasure. She's lucky they haven't been exposed. Though, he's well aware that she wouldn't care either way, so long as she was able to have her fun. 

     That's how he ought to take this opportunity, an introduction to one of the more notorious Fools of the Tavern. Find fun in everything, set no limits, indulge in laughter. All of these principles are part of how he came to be an Emanator to start, it would be disappointing to go astray so soon.  ❝ What we did was bundled with plenty of risk, it was exhilarating. ❞  A truth, no lies. Mercenary needed the sensation to draw out his weapons, dual daggers that see fight on occasion. He twirls the lone one in his hand. What does she see ?  None of his movements transcended their equal playing field, he speaks of his blessing to no one. It's something he didn't ask for, something that he can use to his advantage in niche moments of surprise. Yet, he acts with calculated hands, words dipped in venom. He is still Sampo, the Sampo he forged.   ❝ Elation is the truth. Why wouldn't I want to drown in it ?  ❞

     As he needed to come to terms with an interest in crime  &&  colorful scams, the Laughter as the one sole truth in the the universe makes sense. No matter what cleverly disguised troubles are sent his way, he takes it as fate. What he does is for himself, sometimes enjoying an audience. Sampo cannot enjoy that with a woman that seems to think herself as the embodiment of Elation, a combatant relationship that will undoubtedly rupture.  ❝ C'mon. We've gone through all this trouble... What we're after is on this floor, isn't it ?  ❞  With a flash of light, he casts the dagger away, his arm brushing past her shoulder. Stark contrast in their heights make their exchanges amusing, more tolerable.

he makes a grandiose show of it, as if defiling his gloves would be blasphemous, there’s absurdity in that, there was already such a harrowing amount of blood. death comes as a crescendo of punctuated wails and plaintive whimpers, a surge of red as it inundates her senses. It was always far more thrilling when they beg for mercy, their pupils withering to pinpricks of terror, their breaths rasps of dread. sparkle had no proclivity for benevolence, if anything, she revelled in the way it rotted away in their eyes, carrion birds picking at empty skulls and their bones, blanched and ugly, apparitions of their future that swelled in the girl’s eyes. when every sliver of hope bled from their veins and they realized, with the rattle of a death bound corpse, that there was no emancipation from their game, that was when satisfaction truly curled at the corners of her impish mouth. “ ah, well that cannot be helped, can it.” she muses, her strides brisk, skip - steps. He’s so awfully attuned to her presence, like it prickles along his spine when her shadow grazes his, dreadful and familiar. “ you would fuss either way, that’s just how you are.” there’s fondness in the roll of her eyes, in the way the dismissiveness of her words peak past a flash of teeth. “ wasn’t it thrilling?” her drawl saccharine, as if she were floating amongst the euphoric aftermath of a truly intoxicating high. “ elation.” whispered then as if it were a clandestine affair, as if it did not paint the room in long, grotesque smears and arbitrary splatters, as if her hands were soused with it and not yet drying. “ i simply cannot get enough of it, i see it in you too.” her voice elevated in mirth, her head tilted a little, the hue of her eyes all but lucent under the static shuddering of old light fixtures and shattered windows. 

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" gepard told me to give you this. he said it's tasty. " she hands him the .. whatever this is .

          ❝ I only take cash or card. ❞

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          ❝ Oh... Not you too... ❞  The Captain is rather gullible, perhaps the Fool's expectations were too high. ❝ We both know that's not how things usually play out between us. ❞

he’s following stelle’s lead, despite how utterly absurd it was, if the doctor has prescribed it surely it is effective. the captain, with all of his dignity on his line, flaps his arms. “ I’m ready for intimacy.” said in the most deadpan voice.

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    She looks rather silly with the mirror. ❝ I'm hurt, Stelle. Seriously ?  After everything we've been through ?  ❞  His hand clutches the buckle at his chest, heart broken by someone he calls a friend in what is solely a disarming manner.  ❝ Sampo's always got your back, you should know that. ❞  Technically, he's never done anything wrong involving the Trailblazer. Technically.

" you're the only one i can trust . " she declares , as she holds a mirror to herself .

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@gemaskerd :

( I know you already saw the video but I'm obsessed with it and I need them to talk about it. ) He's just going to show a certain video without saying anything. Just completely out of nowhere.

     Initially, the trickster thinks it's just another meme, but the swipe of a credit card is all he needs to witness to pique his interest. Blue brows waggle as his hand cradles chin. Brilliant grin graces his features just as naturally as his mirror's.  ❝ Are you thinking what I'm thinking ?  ❞  Oh, he must be !  There's more to it all than just a laugh.  ❝ We just need one more Sampo  &&  we can take our plan to the commercial district !  If someone has their money out, they were gonna buy something anyways, right ? It's genius. ❞ 

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you can only trust yourself out here...

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they finally corrected sa.mpo's height in game??? omg the amount of people who were unaware that he's not supposed to be 5'9 but actually 5'11... since he's 5.9 ft (from 180 cm)

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one day i'll let the sa.mpo cosplay out of its cage. dirty ass mirror has since been cleaned i prommy, but like sir wtf is your outfit. one day i'll style the new wig.. one day! the older image is there just to take up space in the post ajksdghjk

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It’s been several days since Sampo last slipped through Gepard’s window. In fact, if the captain checked where the key was initially kept he’d find it there. The Fool doesn’t intend on returning. At least not for a long while.

The fun was great while it lasted.

Is how the note started, left there for azures to glance over when he realized that the key had been returned. No flowery language, no confessions. If anything, lies. Placating sweet nothings saying that if meant to be Fate would place them in the same path at some point. Sampo knew this was unlikely, as it’s his intention to keep away and Gepard would likely never leave his home, never betray his oath. It would never work, but they knew that didn’t they?

It’s why he has the audacity to sign the not with his name at the bottom, a dash and ❝ I love you~ ❞

It made sense, he could have rationalized it over and over again, knowing that when it came to the inextricable things they were made of, they weren’t compatible. so why does it hurt like that, keenly, like a blow between the ribs with a clenched fist. His eyes trace the note slowly, taking it apart in the same way it was him, forcing it down like the ossified lump in his throat. The longer he looked at it, the more his hands trembled, it was anger, he wished that was his truth. It was a perilous path he trod and he had always eluded the dangers in his life so it seemed only just that when he strayed, when he chased, that the punitive repercussions would rattle him to his core. part of him yearns to clench it in his fist, to tear it into tiny irrevocable pieces but he doesn’t. He sits on the edge of the couch and caresses the edge of those flowing letters with his thumb and realizes that it was sadness that pricked at him, making each breath a little pained. It was strange how empty his home could feel in the other’s absence, the long shafts of light cascading in from the kitchen window as morose, no longer possessors of warmth. It was haunted by the moments he couldn’t hold firmly enough, the things he wanted as elusive as threads of elation. Leaning back he presses the back of his hand over his eyes, the other laying by his side, still holding the letter, he doesn’t cry, but he wishes he could, would it have hurt less if he did. It was all so intricately woven and unraveled and he didn’t know what to make of it. Perhaps, he would have been better off keeping his distance, being satisfied with what the world afforded to him, even if those long mornings of solitude were empty, even if his nights were without another to share in his pain, in his pleasure, his happiness. “... I love you.” he says it softly, to himself, because he knows he should have said it before this but knows just as well that it could have ruined everything. If he closed his hands around it furtively, cradled it a little gentler, it isn’t fair, is what he thinks, what he feels, but it was never bound to something as tangible as i’ll stay, as I will always come back to you. He wishes it was, preservation was his to wield but it was never his to decide where it might fall, a curse, as much as it was a blessing. He’ll stay there for now, sick with it, a night where for the first time in a long time the captain does not trek the patrol route.he sits there curled up with a blanket they had shared until he nods off, preserved somewhere between the mutiny of his heart, reason and probability meaning very little in the aftermath of it. He thinks of what it might be like to be free and mourns the loss of the elation that he had felt and was not allowed to keep.

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i need spy au like yesterday

i am awake and today’s intent is to tackle inbox bc after the miku happenings i saw quite a few prompts were sent in ;;;

but im off to see the sxf movie first -

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i am awake and today’s intent is to tackle inbox bc after the miku happenings i saw quite a few prompts were sent in ;;;

but im off to see the sxf movie first -

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"Two Sampo Koskis? Now, this is an interesting situation."

❝ Interesting indeed, my fine blue-haired fellow.  This presents us a unique opportunity !  Jobs are twice as easy, payouts might see double, two brains are better than one...  I think business is in order~ ❞ // @gemaskerd

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@fortifice : volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ loud & deafening silence

     Gepard Landau is pretty when he's angry. 

     Delusional conman notes this as he's getting pressed into a cool stone wall, the captain's iron fist jams a finger into his sternum. It hurts. Like the other might not know his own strength now that Sampo went  &&  frustrated him. Or the measure of the dose is just right  &&  the thief fully deserves it.  ❝ But I didn't actually steal anything !  ❞  Even before the guard started encroaching on his space, he's had his palms open. Made a show of turning his pockets inside out. Can't get mad at a guy for just borrowing a piece of the  Architects' outdated tech. He put it back where he found it !  Oh, but that's not the point is it ?  

     He's too engrossed in the slight flush on pale skin, easy to excite. Passion of the blues he's come to adore reserve a special type of ire for the mercenary. Being this close so often, he can see the minute difference in glint, the way Gepard's features interplay. Lips flap, brows furrow. Hmm, one of his brows twitched. None of that quite matters as an oof is forced out of him, Gepard opting to place his hands firm on shoulders  &&  push. Not pin, ploy to jolt the blue-haired nuisance. 

     Are you even listening to me, Koski ?

     Sampo seeks reprieve in the form of flitter, inadvertently batting his lashes, tuning back into whatever it is the man is going off on him about. Honestly, he's a bit miffed that his surname gets thrown out. Complexity of their relationship gives him no room to voice discontent, especially as he's the one under fire for ah... That's what it is  —  trespassing.   ❝ I was just passing through, it's not like I meant to be here. ❞  Despite the obvious whine, lilt curling upward like he's going to beg for a get out of jail free card, his lids raise, softening countenance despite the harsh slits of diamond. Self-assured smirk giving way to a smile found only between them two. With their chase at a close once again, he finds letting himself get caught to be rewarding. 

     Attention from Gepard is the sweetest kind of addiction. 

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@defiedlife ( aventurine ) : chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest . loud & deafening silence

     Habits aren't exactly great, but in the event that Sampo has yet to find himself bored with the repetitiveness, the addition is like a near high. That much holds true for one that allows their partnership to ride on a certain amount of risk. Risk that can be afforded  &&  no doubt transferred to someone or something else if necessary, one of them likely taking the brunt in the end. Keeping his emotions at arm's length for this reason would mean anything that comes crashing down will hurt less. Most of his worry with the Stoneheart would chalk up to having one extra IPC related target on his back. Nothing new.

     At least it should've been the only worry. He broke his rule of not sleeping with the same person more than once when one round of services became two... Then three, then four,  &&  regular. No longer a piece of an exchange, but merely just attraction. Carnal desires aside, Aventurine looks rather adorable on his chest. The smaller man almost looks as if he ought to curl up on Sampo's torso  &&  remain there. Bare hands card through the blond strands, greens studying the way in which the pieces fall. He hadn't taken the time to think on the other's haircut, how unruly his hair is in comparison to other executives in the business world. Is it important ?  With his own looks, the Fool still attracts customers. 

          ❝ No meetings this morning ?  ❞  Gruff voice avoids announcing any of those unnecessary thoughts. Curiosity would do nothing to benefit him, just satisfy innocent query.  ❝ You seem cozy, wouldn't want anything to ruin the moment~ ❞

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NOT YALL ACTUALLY REBLOGGING IT KSJDGHJKSDGH

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low effort, lowkey, updated promo of sorts - indie, private, and selective sampo rp blog penned by terios ! much of my portrayal depends heavily on picking apart canon and making headcanons from there. mine is an emanator of the elation, woohooooooo ↺ or ♡ if you're interested in interacting, i'll check you out !