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          🔪   ━━        @manticxre​ - inwoo [ starter call ]  

                   “    NO   ONE   CAN   SAY  we  do  not  make  the  best  out  of  what  we  are   given.  ”  the  pale  man  speaks.  an  inviting  finality  to  the  words  as  he  sets  down  the  tea.  the  small  earthenware  pot  softly  glowing  above  the  warming  plate.  “  though  I   find  I  must  officially  declare  that  you  are  allowed  nowhere  near  my  orchids.  ”

a  small  smile  pulls  tight  the  corners.  fixing  Inwoo  with  a  pale  -  eyed  stare.  “  they  are  finnicky  enough  without  learning  to  spit  seeds  at  me.  ”

#manticxre #🔪 ━━ THORACIC 003. ( emperor ) #🔪 ━━ THORACIC reply. #I dunno I just saw walks with a limp & went DISABLED BROS #but also Luke grows orchids #he now has one (1) fear

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      @mercysought​   ( maxima )     //    cont  .

             QUIET.  SILENCE .   the time worn clink of armor abandoned for the fine elegance of her abode.  replaced with the shadow of silk & velvet. he watches her with shaded interest.  long fingers swirling the wine glass with idle elegance. too pale eyes narrow at the gem at her throat. watching with narrowed gaze it’s soft pirouette between the grip of her fingers.   gold chain left to molten glow in the light of the candles.

he could guess, of course . surmise it’s origin by it’s make. it’s cast. housing & fastening.   but he is no an archeologist,  and she did not bring him here to play games.

so the pale man takes a long, thoughtful, sip of his wine.  a fine year,  well ordered.  so easy to tell the petit bourgeois.  poor wine in thrice too gaudy glasses.  foisted upon him for they think he would not know better.  a beast with tastes unrefined. 

Maxima makes no such mistake, and he dares allow himself a genuine smile. to meet her eyes, unshaded.  allow the intense strangeness of his gaze to burrow into her own.  “ No.  But I do believe you are going to tell me.  ”

#mercysought #🔪 ━━ THORACIC V. ( witcher ) #🔪 ━━ CAROTID v. ( witcher ).mercysought (maxima). all that glitters. #🔪 ━━ THORACIC reply. #this means i have to write up a witcher verse now #i played myself

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           🔪   ━━        @mxldito​   [ starter call ]

              AH   YES.    another  day  another  den  of  iniquity.   his  nose  curls  of  it’s  own  accord.   grateful  for  gloved  hands  that  needn’t  touch  his  surroundings.   &  the  muffle  of  thread  bare  carpets.   the  pale  man  knocks  on  the  door frame.  a  matter   of  mere  formality  as  he  keeps  a  watchful  eye  to  the  cavernous  maw  of  the  basement  below.

“  come  on  out,  Coyote.  ”  the  tone  of  his  voice  said  he  clearly  wasn’t  asking.  but  he  knew  better  than  to  use  mindtricks  on  a  Malkov.   takes  weeks  to  scrub  the  twitches  out.  “   I   need  a  word  with  you. ”

#mxldito #🔪 ━━ THORACIC II. ( vtm ) #🔪 ━━ THORACIC reply. #MA - MA THE COPS ARE HERE #🔪 ━━ CAROTID ii. ( vtm ). mxldito. hunting old friends.

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                    @lotuskissed​    //    starter

                      “   ARE YOU ALRIGHT MISS    ━━    ”   eyes alight in the flashing cars passing by    ━━   past the cavernous maw of the alley.   too quiet.   too large.   a dark smear painted monochrome in the passing light.  another step.  a heavy shoe brushes something in the dark with a worrying squish.

#lotuskissed #🔪 ━━ THORACIC reply. #🔪 ━━ THORACIC 002. ( magician ) #🔪 ━━ CAROTID 002. ( magician ). lotuskissed. shadowed secrets.

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            @goremade​      //       starter

                    UNCOMFORTABLE.    cloth shifts in the heavy chair.   bare hands clenching.   unclenching.   clenching.   he hates the barren vulnerability.   the intimate expectation of being.   pale eyes shift to the books which line the shelves.   unseeing.   a blur to eyes half-blind.   “   am I supposed to say something?   ”  guarded.   unsure.   the young man turns his head again, searching for something on which to focus.  let the strange smells.  the feeling of being watched.  dissected.  fade into the background.

#goremade #🔪 ━━ THORACIC reply. #🔪 ━━ THORACIC 001. ( fool ) #🔪 ━━ CAROTID 001. ( fool ). goremade. carry the weight. #have a younger / less sure Luke #24/25 fresh dropped from medschool

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                     TIME  IS  MEANINGLESS.    to  a  being  so  long  lived  he  did  not   care  for  hours  &  days  but  decades  &  eons.   the  world  which  moved  around  him  both  molasses  &  quick lye.   dissolving  anything  which  did  not  stick.  so  the  world  had  moved  on.    from  dragons  &   faerie.   to  technology   &   ' enlightened ‘  reason.    fools.   still  blind  to  the  truth  of  the  world  even  as  their  hands  touch  the  very  heavens  &  witness  the  age  of  stars.   still   some  of  their  ways  had  been  adopted.   the  crimson  robes  traded  for  dark  suits.    a   watch  to  keep  petty  time.   a  cellphone  (  deeply  out  of  date )   which  seemed  to  him  a  plague.

but  the  passing  of  ages  had  not  made  the  creature  any  more  welcoming  to  strangers.    and  though  he  may  now  keep  a  house  ( for  appearance’s  sake )   he  did  not  care  for  uninvited  guests.    especially  ones  so  noisy.

emerging  from   the  caves  his  golden eyes  cast  aloft.   keen  ears  following  the  sounds  of  a  tromping  paths   &   voices  conspiratorial.    a  weary  sigh  purses  liver bruised  lips.  the  hand  which  sets  his  hair  the  same  that  places  the  mask  of  forced  pleasantness  on  his  features.  crossing  the  trees  with  familiar  feet.    “   I   do   hope  you  are  lost.  ”   he   speaks.    voice  droll  but  with  a  smile  of  unseen  humor  as  he  looks  between  the  two   beings.   little  more  than  children  it  seems.   “    because  if  not  then  you  are  most  certainly  trespassing.   ”

                                            @thedivinepair​

#thedivinepair #🔪 ━━ THORACIC III. ( dragon ) #🔪 ━━ CAROTID iii. ( dragon ). thedivinepair. illthought trespass. #🔪 ━━ THORACIC reply.

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                   @vilestblood​        //        asked

                  ❛    you’ll only have yourself to blame if it ends badly.    ❜

                 “   AS DOES ANY MAN who calls his choice his own.   ”  the hunter grins.   reddened eyes, thick with blood,  roll in sockets.   unseeing.   he doesn’t need to.   has had no need of such petty perceptions since he tasted His Lady’s sweet torment.

                  THERE IS SO MUCH MORE.

“ but we, here, abandoned by the dawn,  taste not the dreaded mark of consequence.  ”    armored hand curls.    metal scraping against  pointed fingers.   like fangs.   like claws.   “   fallen.   only to rise again like poor puppets.  drawn together by barbed wire strings.   ”  darkened eyes  find the sky.   taste the deepening moon whose face curdles with blood like his hands which had sunk into the lumenblooms.    only to wake again in the dream.   “   the curtain draws to a close,  vileblood.   our time is at it’s end.   ”

#vilestblood #🔪 ━━ THORACIC ic ask. #🔪 ━━ THORACIC reply. #🔪 ━━ THORACIC I. ( bloodborne ) #bloodborne luke is the most extra luke #🔪 ━━ CAROTID i. ( bloodborne ). vilestblood. where cursed flowers bloom.

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                   IT   IS   A   JOB    like  any  other.    which  to  a  Witcher’s   tongue  meant  it  was  not  like  anything  he’d  experienced  before  or  would  be  since.    monsters  are  like  men.   except  men  are  worse.  fools  let  their  guards  down  around  men.   at  least  a  beast  shows  you  it’s  teeth  from  the  beginning.   and  tramping  through  the  thick  brush.  brush  that  is  every  bit  alive  &  aware  as   the  worst  of  dryad’s  grove.   is  not  the  worst  way  he  has  ever  spent  an  evening.

he  had  not  asked  the   whys.   Lucien  has  long  since  learned  knowing  would  only  make  the  doing  harder.  for  men  are  petty  things.  they  kill for  lust.  they  kill  for  desire.   they  kill  just  to  kill.  a  scoffing  breath  as  a  hardy  branch  cuts  across a  cheek.   battle   worn  face  too used  to  the  cuts   &   claws  to  feel  anything  but  annoyance.  

                                                   and   there  she  is.

THE   ARCHIVAL   PALACE.  home  of  all  there  is  to  know.    or  will  ever  be.   and  inside  lay  a  beast.  a  firebringer  who  stole  the  knowledge  from  men  the  story  told.    he’s  never  been  one  for  stories.    the   truth   never  ended  up  being  as  beautiful  as  the  bard  pretends.   all  the  blood  was  just  blood  in  the  end. 

                                          somehow   he   thought   it’d  be  bigger.

gloved  hands  push  past  the  darkened  door.   heavy   fingers  unlash  the  belt  about  his  waist.  twin  swords   dropping  dully  into  the  quiet  entryway.    honor  among  beasts.   he  steps  with  a  hand  raised  in  pacifying  greeting.   misplaced  manners  but  well  worn. “   I   know  you  are  there  Archivist.   I  suspect  you  knew  the  moment  my  boot  left  the  sod. ”   a  slow  turn.   cat’s  bright  eyes  scanning  the  dark.  “   come  &  show  me  if  the  legends  are  true.   ”

                                               @archaeval​

#archaaeval #🔪 ━━ THORACIC reply. #🔪 ━━ THORACIC V. ( witcher ) #🔪 ━━ CAROTID v. ( witcher ). archaeval. of spiders & men. #hope this works! #let me know if I need to change anything

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               @bitesurvive​      //     asked

                          ❛    i wasn’t showing off.   ❜

                       “    YOU WERE.  ”   the pale man smirks.   a casual lean of too long limbs,  bright eyes spying some modicum of dust which he flicks from the darkness of his sleeve.   “   a rather valiant attempt.   filled to the brim with vainglorious braggadocio.   ”   low laugh.   whispering rumble as he rises from his seat.  drink left untouched.    “   try not to be too hard on yourself.   the true decay of the modern age lies in the fact that being a secret agent no longer substitutes for a pick up line.   ”

                                                                   “  Personally.   I blame the CIA.   ”

#bitesurvive #🔪 ━━ THORACIC 000. (unknown) #🔪 ━━ THORACIC ic ask. #🔪 ━━ THORACIC reply. #luke? attempting humor? #it's more likely than you think #🔪 ━━ CAROTID 000. (unknown). bitesurvive. leaving on a jetplane.

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                 @caniid​       //      starter

                 "    HEY   ━━   you must be hungry, right?  ”   it’s jerky.   not much   ... but it’s something.    “    go on.    take it.   ”   the opened package crinkles in gloved fingers.

#caniid #🔪 ━━ THORACIC reply. #🔪 ━━ THORACIC 000. (unknown) #🔪 ━━ CAROTID 000. (unknown). caniid. friendly streets. #HI I LOVE YOUR CHARACTER #hope this works okay for you.

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                    A    HEAVY    FROWN    purses  pale  lips.     he  can  hear  her  walking.  quiet  to  most  but  her  footsteps  still  press heavy.  the  underbrush  is  unforgiving.  there  is  none  of  the  wide  open  brush  of  the  desert  here.   narrowed  eyes  watch  for  the  shadows  between  the  trees.   she  is  dangerous.   he  knows  this  implicitly.   even  if  he  had  not  followed  her  trail  --  he  would  know  the  threat  at  play  here.   smell  it  in  the  air.  feel  it  in  the  way  she  moves  around  him.   two  hunters  meeting.  

he  should  have  switched  shoes.   perhaps  she  planned  for  that.    the  muffled  taps  of  hardened  sole  no  use  in  a  forest  dense  as  this.  the  sounds  of   night  creatures  masking  all  but  the  slightest  hint  of  her  presence.   clever  enough  to  survive  the  slaughter.   clever  enough  to  set  a  trap  he  couldn’t  ignore.    dusted  footfalls  step around  a  vine,  out  of  his  element  as  they  disappear  further   into  the  old  grove. 

gloved  hands  raise  from  his  side.   an  entreaty  --  open  palmed.   “  I’m  here  to  talk,  Val.   ”   the  blade  at  his  back  is  heavy.    itching  fingers  leave  it  untouched.    he  knows  how  a  cage  animal  screams.   he  has  been  caged  for  so  long  now.   “   I   have   no   intention  of  harming  you.  ”   the  truth  tastes  heavy  in  a  liar’s  mouth.

                                    @hereticalmother​   

#hereticalmother #🔪 ━━ THORACIC 003. ( emperor ) #🔪 ━━ THORACIC reply. #🔪 ━━ CAROTID 003. ( emperor ). hereticalmother. as you are.

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                @notnext​   //   plotted starter

                    THERE MUST BE SOMETHING.   gloved fingers coast over the entry table.  can imagine    -   like silhouettes   -   the missing.  keys.  wallet.   the summerhouse key hanging.  impotent.   on it’s hook.   blue eyes narrow.   he wasn’t fleeing to safety.   then where  ━━ 

a shift.   something  moves down the hall.  three days of waiting.  could he have slipped so easily past him?    no.    Luke is too careful.    free hand flicks to the blade at his spine.  feels the biting certainty against his palm.   silent footfalls step across  a sea of exquisite carpets to press cushioned shoulder to the drywall.

a sound.   human.   a dark cloaked digit taps the small plastic light.  squinting eyes shielded from the sudden illumination.  

#notnext #🔪 ━━ THORACIC 002. ( magician ) #🔪 ━━ THORACIC reply. #🔪 ━━ CAROTID 002. ( magician ). notnext. follow the leader. #here we gooooo

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               @mercysought​    ( elgarnan )    //    asked

                       ❛    unless all of us are safe,  none of us are safe.    ❜

             "   AND TOMORROW?  AND THE NEXT  &  THE NEXT?   ”  mocking tone.   pleasant blasphemies.   the man who stole the skin of gods smirks meeting the eye of that which the elvhenan called HOLY.   how hollow.   how pitiful he seems now.    on  a throne built of ash.   “     safety is an illusion.   one your enemies will snatch with greedy claws the very moment you are foolish enough to believe in certainty.   ”   he turns his back on the old god.   this beast of a new era.   farce of all they had once been.   pointed nose, round ears   &    flat teeth.   

                 a new god for a new age.     “  stay  here    &    dream your petty dreams, shade.    ”    says the man.   blood of tevene warm on his tongue as the dream collapses.    “    I have a wolf to catch.   ”

#mercysought #🔪 ━━ THORACIC ic ask. #🔪 ━━ THORACIC reply. #🔪 ━━ THORACIC III. ( dragon )

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                  @br0adkast​       //     starter

                     “      ━━   DRINK THIS.   ”  a gloved hand rocks the bottle of water,  plastic crunching as it taps against the young man’s slackened cheek.   “   you chose a hell of a night for passing out in empty buildings.   ”

#br0adkast #🔪 ━━ THORACIC 002. ( magician ) #🔪 ━━ THORACIC reply. #🔪 ━━ CAROTID 002. ( magician ). br0adkast. housecrashers. #hope this works for you!

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            @mercysought​ (  v. )     //   asked

                   ❛    we still have to live.  even when we’re fighting.    ❜

           “  IS THIS NOT LIVING ?  ” perhaps the blood splattered across half his face is not his best look. certainly not acceptable attire for an evening at a corpo event or to take a taste of something sweet home for an evening. but neither are the 10 or so gang-bangers littered at their feet. a well polished shoe rolls the nearest one over tech’d out eyes blinking out a slowly dying dim. casting them in staccato.

breathe it all in. blood. hydraulics. coolant. mixing death’s perfume as a gloved hand flicks the remnant off the silver edge of his blade.  tucking safely back against the surety of his spine.  “  if they’re going to ask us to dance we might as well have a good time.  ” sardonic grin. careful hand brushing back strands that rest on his forehead. spreading the reddish hue.

                                                                         like a hotel sheet on laundry day.

#mercysought #🔪 ━━ THORACIC 000. (unknown) #🔪 ━━ THORACIC reply. #🔪 ━━ THORACIC ic ask. #this is just two of luke's favorite things #killing people and getting paid

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@mageshot​  asked :   ❛    there are some things worse than death.  would you like to see them?      ❜

                THE   DRAGON’S   EYE   GLEAMS.    trapped   in   hollow   skin   he   does  not  mistake  the   look   of   knowing   in   the   scarred  magi’s  eye.   “   you  speak  as   if  I   haven’t.   ”   he  must  force  back  a  chuckle.   giving  way  to   an  amused  smirk  as  he  watches  the  mage’s  shimmering  countenance.

intriguing.   for  such  bright  light  to   burn  within   so   fleeting  a   thing.   it  has  been   too   long   since  he  has  felt   this  much  will  in  another.   hands  which   might   carve  mountains.    to  laugh  in  the  face  of  death  itself.   and  invoke  it’s  wonders  so   headlessly.   such   minds   were  too  oft  like  the  mayfly   in   spring.   frantic.   quick  to  bursts   into   ashen  flame.

in   fascination  the  pale  man  leans  over  his  golden  tipped  cane.   to  watch  the   strangeling’s  face  greedily.   to  memorize  the  eyes  that  would  meet  his  own  without  fear.   “   you  have  seen  much,  brightheart.   but  there  is  always  more.  ”

#mageshot #🔪 ━━ THORACIC reply. #🔪 ━━ THORACIC III. ( dragon ) #vague threats on all sides! #then again everything Luke does is threatening #so I guess that part isn't a surprise