@lking-rp-hub asked: “When midnight comes… we’re going to go and kill the target since everyone will be distracted.” Ever focused on the task at hand. Honestly, the masquerade ball was, in his opinion, a little silly. It wasn't as if a mask could hide his smoke. And he wasn't the only one who's identity was given away by their quirks, either. Best just to get the job done and take part in as little of the party as possible.
(( @dutybound-haze context? What's that? XD ))
“Oh relax, darling. Why must you speak business so soon? The bloody party’s just begun, my fool.” All For One mused as he casually picked up a little sausage from one of the masked butlers as they went by. He grinned teasingly before picking up the little skewer and popping the snack into his mouth with a hum, his other arm casually wrapped around his servants own as they walked through the majestic ballroom together.
The ancient man could hear the orchestra from across the party, humming softly to the tune as they got closer to the main gathering. There were so many people but he hardly seemed to mind, even giving a wave here and curt bow there...all of course a ploy to look natural.
“Are you sure the Ambassador is even here...” The ivory haired villain mused as he lent closer to his plus one, putting on a smile for a woman who passed by who giggled at his charming smile her way only for him to drop it when she left. His red eyes searched the dance floor, his half mask hiding a partial side of his face as he scanned the room with a sensory quirk.
“We’ll need to get closer.”
That was very much code for: ‘It looks like we need to go dance~’
Okay maybe he did. She might have only given him some water and some test tubes and food coloring to make him feel included, but he somehow managed to produce both an explosion and also fire, and now there are sirens.
Definitely not his fault.
She left for five minutes-
"WHAT DID YOU DO!?!?!?" She screeched, watching as her lab was enveloped in flames. Alchemax scientists scrambling to and fro to protect their precious research.
Granted, she was smart enough to back up all her research on her personal computer at home. But was more concerning was how expensive it was going to be repairing all the damage done. She could already hear Kingpin chewing her out for letting this happen. As if it was her fault.
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?
bob the builder hot. i am not saying bob the builder is hot, im just saying you have the hotness of a handyman. you're humble, down to earth, and exist with an easy confidence that takes peoples breath away. you always seem to know exactly what you are doing. you may still be stuck in your hometown, but you have quite the reputation. you do get a lot of business, after all. people around here sure tend to break things an awful lot, and they always call you, listening through the phone reciever with a light blush and bated breath, for your inevitable "I'll help you."
“As her best gay friend, it is my goddamn job to say she’s the hottest craziest bitch in the club and no man or woman or anything in between can ever match her complete and utter hottness. Look at those tits! She can crush a watermelon with those baps!”