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Ask my character "How do you feel about ______?" Can be an idea, person(s), place, or thing, and they'll have to answer honestly.

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holding you together

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finally got around to drawing a Legato bc i usually get so overwhelmed with the fear i cant express how his character is hes so interesting and sad and cool 🤞

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// sorry for the difficulties with replies, been hitting a block and dealing with low mood (which kind of feed into each other because Guilt) but i have written a chapter of my vashvalley fic (WOAH !!) so i might post it later today

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-> message from the eyes of michael || ooc.

“Caine is sick today... pray for me...”

“Also wrist brace get here faster pls <3"

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i’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

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-> message from the eyes of michael || ooc.

“ Sorry if anyone’s waiting on me! Its been a rough couple weeks~ I’m working through my backlog as i can~

I very much appreciate your patience! Just letting folks know I’m not ignoring anyone haha;;”

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sorry, i got blood on him

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how legato listens to knives' piano playing

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“   I wonder which will get you killed faster — your loyalty, or your stubbornness? ”

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-> @forgivenpunishment || Fidelitas — “Did you finally find someone to hold your leash?”

“That’s rich coming from you… could ask you the same thing…” Legeto mumbled softly not looking up from his meal, silver metal idly picking at a cold plate of food he seemed to be toying with more than eating.

“Our trainers might have been different but an intelligent, and fiercely loyal breed are we. Though naturally, a difference in methods have yielded starkly different results, to avoid a cliche.” He chuckled bit under his breath, a softened grin across his face as he idly looked the tall priest in all black up and down.

“To answer your question, My loyalty and my stubbornness are what are keeping me alive. I’d be long dead by now without either of them, and should I lose one the other would simply fill its space. Not exactly playing along but… I think your answer to the same question would much more interesting.”

For once Legato turned his nose up at a meal, pushing his plate away in favor of offering Wolfwood his undivided attention. “You never fooled me Punisher, loyalty is something we could never earn from you, it had to be drawn out by force and even then I don’t think we ever got it. We don’t own your contract anymore, and yet it almost seems like you’re still running yourself ragged. So I can’t help but wonder… did you finally find someone to hold your leash?”

He didn’t need to speak the rest, the uncanny earnestness of his question carried all the weight it should. He could have asked it a hundred different ways but to fit a metaphor the both understood he chose this. ‘I chose my master, and that devotion keeps me alive. Did you finally find someone just as worthy of your faith?’

“Because if you did, I’d be happy for you…”

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"Those two? Curious you'd group them together..."

As loyal dog a ever, Legato bore witness to the culmination of a hundred individual man hours being torn to shreds without a care, many of those hours were his. Still it wasn't his job to complain, nor try to understand his master. It might be human nature to be curious for the actions of another but Legato knew better.

"You've welcomed a couple of snakes into your nest sir, If I'm taking this as permission to speak freely. They're rather intelligent unlike the others, and much less loyal than Crimsonnail or I. They do good work, but I find it hard to believe either of them will ever truly share in your vision for the future." Legato paused briefly and considered the two men, weighing their differences he's noticed over long hours of observation. "Men like them, I don't believe it would be wise to let them get a chance to work together. They could prove a handful for even us, the other Guns wouldn't have much of a chance if they chose to turn tail at the same time. Setting one on the other however might solve that problem if it ever came to be.”

Legato crossed his arms then, he had only met Vash for a brief encounter once before, and the little information Knives had divulged to him didn’t exactly paint a much clearer picture.

“As for your brother, I am afraid I still don’t understand your overall goal Sir. If I may ask, what role does Vash play in your ‘perfect world’ exactly?”

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"Your thoughts on Midvalley and Punisher?" It's an idle question, and whatever motive he has for asking Knives doesn't share. Doesn't even look up from the paperwork he's skimming even, shredding it absently as he goes.

Reports mostly, and most of them not even useful.

"Pretend I'll actually listen to whatever plan you come up with and tell me how you think they're best utilized now that my brother's finally on the move again."

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Came back from dinner and my cat took my spot on the couch. I left my iPad open looking at Trimax art references

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It was Legato’s turn to slam his hand down on the table, a vein forming on his temple as he suddenly stood to glare daggers at his ‘fellow’ gung-ho gun.

“For the last time! It’s castella cake! They’re not even in the same family!”

Perhaps it was a little childish to get up in arms over what sort of dessert he liked best but something about Midvalley just made the unnumbered gun’s blood boil without failure. Perhaps it was the way he dressed in finely pressed expensive suits, or maybe it was the way he paraded himself about like a peacock every now and again. But most likely, Legato just didn’t like him. He knew Midvalley was smart and understood the game better than any other of the guns, and it meant he could never rest on his laurels around him.

Legato narrowed his eyes again, the room quiet as it grew cold the second playful banter suddenly exploded into icy frustration. After a few more seconds, he sighed, retracting his anger like he was holstering a loaded pistol, and clicked his tongue. “Be blessed and make merry for the angel has ordained me the solemn duty of assigning and accompanying you on your next Mark.”

The way he spoke almost religiously was reserved for the rare moments he had to purge all emotions to get his current task done, and boy did he have to when Midvalley was involved. “It’s going to be a long one Freak, I’ll know when you’ve packed your bags.”

"Sure, yeah, whatever. Call me freak, it's part of the title—I'll just call you a freak in turn. Freak." Midvalley scrunches his face, not even humoring Cherise. He already learned his lesson from humoring Eugene.

Folding his arms, the soloist half-pouts with a grumpy stare, "Duh. If I'm giving someone a headache, I'll do it on purpose. It won't sound good, it's not music." He contemplates the possibility of giving Legato a headache every day for the rest of his miserable life.

... That guy probably already deals with every pain ever on every day of the week. He looks like he has every disease and then some. Man, he hates that guy.

"I don't wanna hear any complaints from Mr. Eats-Cheesecake-at-a-bar guy."

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DARKNESS HAUNTS YOUR NARRATIVE

UNSETTLING SENTENCE STARTERS FROM VARIOUS SOURCES THAT WILL SEND SHIVERS DOWN YOUR SPINE AND LEAVE AN OMINOUS FEELING LINGERING IN THE ROOM.

CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.

SPECIFY muse for multimuses.

“   I’m deep inside your mind. There is no escape for you. ”

“   You save everyone, but who saves you? ”

“   The power inside of me — it’s terrifying. ”

“   Power belongs to those who take it. ”

“   You’ll be the ruin of me, won’t you? ”

“   You weren’t meant to save the world — you were meant to destroy it. ”

“   You didn’t break me; you built me. All you did was make me ruthless. ”

“   You have no power over me. ”

“   I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me. ”

“   All the greatest loves end in violence. ”

“   I don’t think you’re truly mean. You have sad eyes. ”

“   In theory the prophecy could still come true. ”

“   One day, your empathy is going to get you killed. ”

“   We are masters of our own destiny. ”

“   Never trust a survivor until you find out what they did to survive. ”

“   The horror that you have seen is not who you are. ”

“   A little too much anger, too often or at the wrong time, can destroy more than you would ever imagine. ”

“   Your scars are not your shame; they are your story. ”

“   I will never turn my back on people who need me. ”

“   Isn’t it scary to be ready to die at such a young age? ”

“   Your mind is a weapon. Keep it loaded. ”

“   Are you hearing those voices again? ”

“   It scares me sometimes. The emptiness I see in your eyes. ”

“   You may not be interested in the war, but the war is interested in you. ”

“   Haven’t you taken enough from me? ”

“   You collect scars because you want proof that you are paying for whatever sins you have committed. ”

“   It is okay to be angry. It is never okay to be cruel. ”

“   I hope that what you did to me haunts you. ”

“   The price of freedom is high. It always has been. ”

“   When you talk, I can hear the revolution. ”

“   Do not pretend that you are some meek, pathetic little girl when I can see that vicious mind working behind your eyes. ”

“   Your new life will cost you your old one. ”

“   Watching someone you love suffer can teach you even more than suffering yourself can. ”

“   Some people are in your life to test you ”

“   Fear makes men more dangerous than magic ever could. ”

“   At what point do you think i'll become the wound itself and not simply the bearer? ”

“   We are made of all those who have built and broken us. ”

“   All power demands sacrifice and pain. ”

“   Some things buried deep need to stay that way. ”

“   You and I are going to change the world. ”

“   I wonder which will get you killed faster — your loyalty, or your stubbornness? ”

“   Something’s made your eyes go cold. ”

“   If I am not a weapon, then what am I? ”

“   Your chains are broken, but are you truly free? ”

“   You were alone before they left you. ”

“   You can love a monster, it can even love you back, but that doesn’t change its nature. ”

“   It’s awful not to be loved. It’s the worst thing in the world … it makes you mean, and violent, and cruel ”

“   We can simultaneously be both human and monster. ”

“   I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. ”

“   You laugh like a little girl and think like a martyr. ”

“   Grief taught me inhumane things. ”

“   You will always be a monster. There is no turning back from it. ”

“   I know there’s a villain, and I’m worried it’s me. ”

“   I can’t stand the bitter thing that I’ve become. ”

“   People will never bleed enough to fulfill your vision of justice. ”

“   What if I told you the truth about what happened that night? ”

“   Part of me died in order to survive. ”

“   We are cursed with a tendency for violence. ”

“   I speak in verses, prophecies, and curses. ”

“   I see no use quarrelling with fate. ”

“   Nobody smart plays fair. ”

“   Fine, make me your villain. ”

“   They should be terrified of me. ”

“   I gave you devotion, blood, and my life. ”

“   How disappointing, when people succumb to what is expected of them. ”

“   Perhaps that was why I had to endure pain — because true transformation can only happen in the crucible of suffering. ”

“   Morality, too, is a question of time. ”

“   Memories destroy us. ”

“   My entire life, I’ve been fighting a war. ”

“   Fair is foul, and foul is fair. ”

“   Are you becoming what you’ve always hated? ”

“   I have found it takes a lot of strength to endure myself. ”

“   Loving any of us is a death sentence, isn’t it? ”

“   You long to be bandaged before you have been cut. ”

“   I feel so lost among these entirely strange people. ”

“   Remembering is like an open wound. ”

“   The wounded recognize the wounded. ”

“   I am alone and am suffocating because I cannot give voice to my emotions. ”

“   I’ve lived through entire tragedies in silence. ”

“   The more you love, the more you suffer. ”

“   The crowd that applauds a ruler’s coronation is the same crowd that will applaud a tyrant’s beheading. People like a show. ”

“   You are a better knife than you are a person. ”

“   Life goes more smoothly without a heart. ”

“   People have a hard time letting go of their suffering. Out of a fear of the unknown, they prefer suffering that is familiar. ”

“   I’m nostalgic for the anger I once had. ”

“   The pain I didn’t tell you about has built a home inside of me. ”

“   My greatest regret was how much I believed in my own future. ”

“   All I ever do is grieve. ”

“   Do not mock a pain you haven’t endured. ”

“   I control the shadows. They do not control me. ”

“   Turn the pain into power. ”

“   Sometimes, we survive by forgetting. ”

“   I am now the most miserable man living. ”

“   To remain as I am is impossible; I must die or be better, it appears to me. ”

“   In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all; and, to the young, it comes with bitterest agony. ”

“   I see in the near future a crisis approaching that unnerves me. ”

“   Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives. ”

“   Maybe everything that you thought was breaking you was actually leading you towards yourself. ”

“   Sometimes, not being in control is the most beautiful thing in the world. ”

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"Right, Understood. My apologies..." Legato bit his tongue a bit, he supposed his hesitation was part of him knowing how the angel would react. A tepid mixture of guilt and relief washed over him briefly before he allowed himself to eat. In truth he hadn't wanted to share anyway, yet the dry bread did little to fill the hollow sensation in his stomach.

Still, the prospect of being taught by his Master almost gave him something to look forward tomorrow. He dared not hope for a miracle, to have all the ability he wished he had before, but to be useful, or at least not be another burden, that was something he could begin to be excited about. Anything to get out of this haze he found himself stumbling through. He nodded along to Knives' commands without complaint, unsure of what nightmares could await him when he woke up tomorrow, but it couldn't be as bad as all his yesterdays put together.

"I'll look forward to it Sir... I'll try not to cause anymore trouble." His sandwich disappeared all too soon, and the younger man returned his hands to his pockets, doing his best to keep up all the while. "Sir? May I ask you a question?... Why Did you name me bluesummers? I thought last names were for... families..."

His eyebrow goes up at that. "I believe my words were to get yourself a sandwich." Pointed, a little sharp. "Unlike humans, I am not so weak as to require food every few hours." Or ever.

He's not angry so much as mildly exasperated. At least the boy has the sense to understand that Knives is his superior and should be treated as such, even if his attempt is clumsy. "Be sure to conserve your energy today. Tomorrow we'll begin lessons. The sooner you defend yourself, the better." He fully intends to run him ragged until he's self sufficient.

"From there we'll move onto self sufficiency." Human children should be able to feed themselves if shown how. And it's not like it's hard to obtain food if one knows where to look.

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“No… I’m okay.”

A mass of limbs cut so cleanly they hardly even bled was hardly the scariest thing he had ever seen. It almost felt normal now. Patiently the young man stood still letting Knives look him over in the carefully practiced way he hadn’t had the chance to unlearn yet, avoiding looking in the man’s eyes.

Despite being grateful at first for Knive’s interference a week ago, Legato hadn’t spoken much, not that he necessarily needed to. He was just starting to learn his name, so it was only natural that things would be new to him and he’d wind up in some sort of trouble along the way. However, he would be lying if the burden he seemed to impose didn’t weigh heavily on his head. He was angry, incredibly so, but even now he was more or less powerless to act on his frustration, much less defend himself.

Cracked callouses wrapped around the coins tightly and he nodded. “Yes, sir.” Dry bread, with a few bits of smoked thomas almost insultingly called itself a sandwich, as Legato returned to Knives’ side like a shadow. He dare not express himself as he tore it in half, but there was always a giddy sort of buzz when he had something to eat, god how did he love food whatever it was. Yet as he caught a glimpse of Knifes’ figure out of the corner of his eye while he stared at the half of the sandwich originally torn a part to offer to the man, Legato froze a little, all at once unsure of himself all over again.

“Um… for you?”

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"Are you injured?"

Knives turns away from the pile of limbs, to eyes raking over Legato for a moment in search of injuries before he nudges the side of the pile with a boot and a crinkle of his nose in disgust.

He's only had the boy a week and this is the third time he's had to remove humans who thought to take what was his. Legato's going to need to learn to defend himself, Knives decides in annoyance. Less work to teach him than to have to come swooping in to rescue the annoyance from other humans yet again.

"...Go get yourself a sandwich," he sighs finally, dropping some coins into his hand and pushing him in the direction of a shop across from the dirty alley. "Tomorrow we will be dealing with this."