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@sewninto Continued from x

*🔪. Nanno smiles that damned smile of hers, the coy and cocky kind of grin that comes with one of her many victories. At the other’s feet, dead, eyes open wide and mouth slack is Nanno herself, blood has pooled beneath her, the murderer’s reflection troubled within its carmine ichor. Slowly, Nanno walks the few steps to cover their distance. It’s ironic really: Nanno being a target for once. It was certainly fun, but all things must come to an end. She leans in sharply as though studying Rachel from up close, inches from her nose, and then, suddenly, her hand shoots out to grip Rachel’s wrist, tight into a vice grip — almost painfully so — twisting her arm in a sudden motion to expose the Angel tattoo. ❝Do you think — you’re some sort of avenging angel?❞

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@unbearablyindifferent liked for a smol starter!

*🔪 When she enters the restaurant, heads turn. Eyes widen. Beaten bloody, Nanno walks up to the counter all too casually and gives Sarah a strange smile as she sits on a stool, crooked with her swollen cheek. ❝Missed me?❞ She likes the food here. It's special. Just like her...

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@stormcried Liked for a smol starter (hi! sorry for the delay!)

❝That was a close call, wasn’t it?❞ She offers the kid a smile, sugary sweet and ready to rot teeth.

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@queencvbra Liked for a starter!

*🔪. New student to the school; new student to the dojo — the new kid seems lost as she glances at every one of the students lined up, a little wide eyed. She does not smile either, not like when she introduced herself in Tory’s class as Nanno, all smiles and sweets. Everyone loved her and she got along with everyone despite being new and from another country entirely. In all retrospect, she may not belong with Cobra Kai.

As to prove this point, prove no one does not just walk into Cobra Kai, you show your worth. Instructed to advance at the centre, Silver instructs for Tory to enter the circle. Show this kid what Cobra Kai is made of. She probably won’t last five minutes.

Nanno takes a stance — it’s nervous and a little sloppy in execution. “I’m ready”, she comments.

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if you still have business to attend to, take two of these beforehand.

She looks at his hands, the concoctions almost glowing within its vials tucked in his palms. They would heal her would she find herself into trouble — speaking of trouble — this is indeed rather troubling in itself. Her previous grin slowly fades as she stares at the vials with incredulity. A frown dips her brows. Confusion is clear upon her features despite the fact she’s trying to hide it. She doesn’t need these, but he has no way of knowing this. ❝.....❞ She swallows, eyes glued to the vials, then looks up again. She almost looks innocent — like an angel, long fallen from the Heavens — in retrospect, it is not a lie.

❝— Why... are you giving me these?❞

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will you be putting a bullet in his head? / from yoojin!!

❝Mm, you misunderstand me, Yoojin. Not me.” She smiles sweetly, twisting her body this way and that. She seems playful, despite the fact there are dead men around them. Nanno did nothing, all of it were from Yoojin’s allies. Or Yoojin herself. Revenge is a strong incentive. There’s a man tied to a chair crudely but securely, a twine bag over his head, whining and trembling. The last one standing. ❝This is your chance, Yoojin❞, Nanno leans in — hands Yoojin a gold colored firearm. ❝— now you can cut your ties. Isn’t that great?” Nanno moves behind the tied up man, her smile wide. ❝Soon you’ll be free. This is what you wanted, right?❞ The bag is removed suddenly, the man behind it wide eyed, his mouth covered with grey tape — Yongsun cracks, tears dribbling down his cheek while Nanno holds his head steady between her hands from behind.

❝One bullet away from freedom!❞, she exclaims excitedly, ❝Let’s go!❞

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"Leave me alone!"

*🔪. Laughter booms, shrieked from the lips of the girl before Robin — a terrible, mocking noise that hardly sounds human at all. Hand slaps her thigh concealed with her skirt as she catches her breath, then lifts a finger in a way ‘wait wait wait a second’ motion as though she needs time to regain her composure. 

When finally she’s escaped her last laugh, she straightens and moves dark hair away from her face with a breathy sigh. “But what am I doing? I’ve not done a single thing”, she comments, which is true — all she did was put the thought in Robin’s head like a seed and let it grow rotten. Nanno approaches Robin, leans in and speaks into her ear, low and rumbling: “you just don’t have the guts to finish what you started.”

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 and the cheerleader  flinches  at the girl’s comment,  brows furrowing,  blinking as her lips form a pout,  that smiling mask of theirs glitching as nanno looks at her like  that.   “ people … people like me ? ”   they replace,  blinking furiously,  as if it’ll erase this moment,  this call-out,  in all of it’s entirety.   “ i’m doing this because i have to. ”  because it’s all she really knows;  the one escape from her mother that her mother has claws  all over.

*🔪. Nanno’s grin does not falter, while Chrissy’s melts away from their lips slow — a mask of wax for an angel who flew too close to the sun. This is what happens when Nanno calls anyone out, when things start to fall apart around them. Chrissy is no exception — ❝what you have to do tooooo — be popular, right?❞ Because popularity brings friends around, or people who claim to be friends. Everyone adores Chrissy in this school — but there is so much more at work here, because there are always — flaws. Those flaws is what interests Nanno the most. Perfection does not exist: not in humans anyway. Even TK had his flaws, but his reasons were noble, and Nanno rewarded him in kind.

Leaning in further, inches from Chrissy’s nose now, close enough to feel Nanno’s warm breath — she leans in and adds, tilting her head and twisting a finger around a lose lock of Chrissy's hair mindlessly: ❝Maybe popular enough... that people who talk bad of you end up beaten bloody behind the school?❞

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The classroom computer shudders to life. From behind the screen, a cheerful melody plays, a boy in green playing his guitar. Yet when Nanno approaches… it stops. The boy’s eyes seem to become almost perfectly realistic despite the polygonal graphics. A whisper. “Hello.” (from anti)

*🔪. Strolling alone in the class, Nanno stops as one of the screen springs to life. Already she feels something from that particular screen — a spiritual cloud, more like. First expressionless, she stares oddly at the young man playing guitar, a teenager with bright green hair: polygonal and strange — except for the eyes. Interesting. This is not your average computer: it’s old, because the school claims not to have the funds for new tech — a lie, as the money ends in the principal’s pockets. The class, in fact, hasn’t been used in weeks, if not months, dust settling atop the towers and screens alike.

If she’d not felt anything from the machine, Nanno would have gone by, but she is here for a reason  — there’s something mystical here. Slowly she takes a seat before the screen once she's smoothed her skirt. Leans her cheek on her palm, and tilts her head a slight as the boy greets her with a whisper. Hand slides across the screen to remove the film of dust upon it, clearing the image further. There are no cameras here. No mic. Only cheap speakers that crackle with as though it is on fire every time noise happens to leave them.

❝Hello❞, she responds. The eyes are unnerving even to a being like Nanno, but she keeps her gaze upon them regardless, introducing herself: ❝I’m Nanno. What do I call you?❞  

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