#demolitionsman

[multistoty]

promo for @demolitionsman

made by @klownrph

commisssioned by @multistoty

“I mean.... expert.”

[lookscankll]

@demolitionsman liked for a starter and gets one! 

❛ I’m Ruby. ❜  The tailor says, gesturing for Wylan to sit down. ❛ Your boss asked me to tailor you. ❜ Ruby wasn’t her real name. It was an alias. A name that refers to her bright red curls and how valuable she was to Tante Heleen. She was a grisha indentured at The Menagerie where her main job was to fix up the girls, make them presentable, desirable. She was a nobody. But it was better than the golden cage of the Grand Palace she’d left behind.  

[ossacruenta]

     @demolitionsman -- a gunslinger's priorities

     A small token of time, just to relax. . . or well, most people would relax. To the gunslinger of the Crows, it was more time to wander around and possibly poke his nose into some business that would end up with more than bargained for. Hands are shoved into the pockets of his jacket, leaning against one of the tables inside the quiet room. Away from the streets for the moment, curiously watching Wylan move about. "You ever hold a goat?" The question just sort of slips from Jesper, "Like, one of the lil' guys?" He always had been partial to animals growing up, having time to let his rushing mind settle long enough to ponder how Milo was doing.

[crowshoots]

@demolitionsman said — " you're not going to shoot me. "

ㅤㅤ " GHEZEN AND ANYONE else out there - wylan, of course i wasn't going to - " jesper cuts himself off with a sigh. there's an edge to his voice that isn't typically there, as if he's off-kilter. it seems like even more likely of a chance when he rubs at the bridge of his nose and his eyes like he's tired. then, she slips the gun she'd grabbed back into the drawer she yanked open.

ㅤㅤ " word of advice, hendriks. saying things like that won't get someone to actually stop putting a bullet through you if they feel like it. or if they're woken up rather jarringly from a quick doze and didn't quite wake up on the right side of the bed. you're lucky. " she waves a dismissive hand through the air. " did you have to creep up on me like that? i was unaware our demo man picked up on the sneaking habits so quickly. "

[mvndrvke]

@demolitionsman gets a starter!  wylan + inej

"I've got a gift for you," Inej says. Her friendship with Wylan is still somewhat new, but she wants him to feel like he's part of the group. He should feel included. She wants him to feel included in the same way that the crows have become her family. "Do you have a minute?"

[barrelcrow]

‘✐’

{♠️ x send me ‘✐’ for me to handwrite a note from my muse to yours || Accepting x}

[sharpshoo1er]

DIRT STAINED TAN CHEEKS, morphing the color of his favorite suit into something unrecognizable. Jesper couldn't hide the shake of his limbs as he sat huddled around the scrap of a fire he and Wylan managed to make. Kaz and the others were never going to find them. With the ground giving way into a secret tunnel, long abandoned, Jesper knew they could only rely on themselves to escape.

"Just our luck," he muttered, hand outstretched over the limp flames. There was no metal here, save for his pistols. No minerals in the rock for him to manipulate and guide them out of this tomb. "Kaz gives us one job and we get swallowed up by a hole." Or a cave or a mountain. Jesper hadn't figured out which, yet.

Hopeful gaze landed on Wylan, watching the shadow dance across his pale cheeks. "Don't suppose you could blow us an escape route. Surely we're not that far underground."

@demolitionsman sent in: 045. deep within unmarked cave located in the side of a mountain, lit only by a flare .

[pistolslinger]

@demolitionsman said: that's the seventh root i've tripped over in the last ten minutes.

"well! that takes skill," jesper spared the briefest of withering glances over in wylan's direction, before throwing a cursory look at the leaf strewn ground for any more offending roots. the mud looked horrendous, and he had neither the mind nor the patience to clean muck off new trousers. "congratulations on not breaking a bone yet,"

teasing aside — they had a time limit on how long they could afford to dally in the woody gardens of the manor house. especially if wylan was leaving evidence of tripping over roots. "take my hand. it won't stop you tripping over, but at least you won't be facedown in mud — or slowing me down. c'mon."

[averrse]

@demolitionsman “It wasn’t your fault.”

Kaz bites back his anger. And what does that change? his thoughts snarl inside him. He'd made a miscalculation, they'd almost been killed, and it had been Wylan's quick thinking (and explosives) that had allowed them to escape relatively unscathed.

Not exactly Kaz's best moment.

And no matter how fixable any injuries were, the thought of how things could have been worse ricochetted through his mind like all the bullets that had managed to miss them under the cover of smoke.

Finally, through his teeth, he says, "Did I ask for your reassurance?"

[acourtcfmuses]

@demolitionsman asked: ❛ everything is lit but my lightning bolt brain. ❜ -> kaz

"I need your head in the game, Wylan." Kaz looked at him. "I will pay you handsomely for your services." then perhaps the other would get something to eat. He looked like he'd not had a good meal in a while. It was an all too common thing in the Barrel. Even for those at the Crow Club when business is slow.

[languageofsuffering]

❛  i can’t  —  they’d kill me if i told you.  ❜

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀( from this prompt. )

" If you want me to understand, you're gonna have to be a little more specific, Wylan. " Kaz's patience was waning, rapidly, and if he had to ask Wylan the same question one more time only to receive the same vague, pointless answers, he might just go berserk and give whoever was threatening him a run for their money.

Granted, he already had a good guess as to what was going on, nothing escaped Kaz Brekker's notice, but he needed confirmation, or at least some semblance of it, needed more details, something to go off before he could act, and if he couldn't get it from Wylan, he'd get it elsewhere, through different means, but it'd be a significantly easier and faster feat if the merchling just spoke already.

Uneven steps carried him closer to the other, his cane a continuous thudding against creaky wooden floorboards, the serried lines of his brows furrowed ever so slightly in question, anticipation, deep brown eyes narrowed and lowering to catch Wylan in their line of sight, expectantly — it was clear that Kaz was done asking, he was 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 answers,

" Who would kill you if you told me? "

@demolitionsman

[tofeelthecold]

@demolitionsman hit the heart.

"I told you you weren't going to like the answer," Johnny pointed out as he took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth then lit it and took a long puff from it. "Besides it's a festival, I already agreed to it."

[princguard-a]

" You're up early, Wylan. " Lark spoke as she approached the young man. The grand palace was always quiet at this time, and she would walk the ramparts to check the guard rounds and look for any nicks in their defenses.

Lark crossed her arms over her chest as she watched him. " How are you enjoying the palace? Do you need anything?"

@demolitionsman

[crowshoots]

@demolitionsman said — " i just don't want to be alone tonight. "

ㅤㅤhe's half - way to to the door when wylan admits it.

ㅤㅤthere's a second's wait. wylan isn't looking at him, fiddling with something on his sleeve. it's as if he wants to duck away from the admission, perhaps pretend that it didn't happen at all. jesper turns on one heel, then regards the rest of the room. it's dark out in ketterdam, although that never means the city's going to sleep. there's a little lamp on a desk, a bed, a chest for clothes - but it's cramped and small. it's hardly any place comfortable, and after the night they've had...

ㅤㅤjesper's shoulder aches from the reminder. they roll it as if the cut there will suddenly heal from stretching it out.

ㅤㅤbefore she can suddenly doubt herself on it, jesper makes her way over to the chest and promptly sits, crossing her ankles over one another. " well, having's company is always better. " her grin is bright, but there's an uneasy edge to it, like she doesn't like the idea of wylan alone. " personal experience. the night's still young, if you wanted to - go out on one of the staves? "

[sankta-alina-s]

"You can't sleep there!"

Alina frowned at the young man's exclamation. "Why not?"

[barrelcrow]

&.  social media meme ―― // accepting

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