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I have lots of love to spread and share-
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Clocktower (Tsukasa Tomiko Open Starter)
“Seems more as though it would be drawing unnecessary attention, hm? Guy comes in, you wave stick around, he gets curious, tells friends- tells the police, even.”
Impishly, Styx picked up the rag once again and tossed it over his shoulder down the first few stairs. It plopped, heavy with blood and water.
The Spaniard inserted the needle with a wince and looped back around to secure the thread. Then he got to work with close, intricate stitching. Tight enough to bind the wound, loose enough to be removable with only a medium amount of irritation. As he sewed, Styx kept his mind focused by talking to his unknowing target.
“You want people to leave you alone? Try hiding in the open not in the most conspicuous abandoned building in the city. If that is not to your liking, figure out a better way to keep them from entering in the first place. Or,” he decided to poke around for gold, “Are you secretly hoping for people to bother you? You do seem the dramatic lonely type, if I may say.”
She froze, realizing he made a good point. Camara was always better at thinking clearly. Then she furrowed her brow, stiffening. Dammit. No- she didn’t need anyone, she didn’t want anyone-
You need someone, Tsukasa. Find someone.
"No one comes around here much anyways.” Tsukasa answered softly, the grip on her staff tightening. “And I can’t afford to hide in the public." Unless I want to get Lumen’s attention.
"And besides, the police have come around here plenty of times and they haven’t found anything. Probably won’t ever. And speaking of which,” Her gaze flickered to the man, once again. “Why here? Why come to the top floor of an abandoned clock tower to wash your hands?”
“Ahm, so you admit you are hiding,” He pulled up and out, cinching what he had so far, “And the police have not found anything? Suggesting there is something to find? You must have a very reputable job indeed.”
Styx chuckled to himself. Maybe he wasn’t as young as he had been, but he could still pick up on leads and accidental insinuations. She wasn’t the carefullest with words, but he admired the vigilante’s spunk. He wold give her a straight answer.
“I am here same reason as you: hiding. I was at the bar… well a few bars for true- and happened to hear a bastard gloating about smacking around his wife. Ugly fellow. Lanky. He says "I showed that bitch not to mess around without permission” so I say-quiet like- that he is an asshole. Ugly hears me, asks me to repeat, I do, he says something about putting women in their place etcetera then-my judgement impaired- I put my fist into his skull.“
Coming to the end of the gash, Styx cinched it and looped around to finish. Carefully, he eased up back into a sitting position, grinning at his host.
"Well, in my foolishness, he pulls out a knife and jumps me as I try to leave. I admit that after this my memory is, ah, foggy. All I know is that next thing I am outside, the establishment is in flames and your city population is minus 1. Oops.”
Happy Campers (Open Starter w/ Merle Ling)
Bad days, for Merle Ling, seemed to be a daily occurrence recently. Not that he was complaining
(okay maybe he was), but seriously, today was definitely not an exception like he hoped it wouldn’t be.He almost got shot on a mission. And then he was late for a meeting with his boyfriend.
Then, his said boyfriend broke up with him.
Today could not suck anymore.
There wasn’t really any point in thinking about it much right now though. He just didn’t feel like it, so in the cafe where he got his favorite order of coffee, he turned to the person sitting at the bar start to him, noting the stormy mood they were in.
He smiled gently, tapping them on the shoulder. “Hey, you alright there? ‘Cause you don’t exactly look like a happy camper here today.”
She turned to him, slowly, face screwed up in physical discomfort and annoyance at the question.
“I’m. Fine.” Then her good eye widened in recognition and she leaned forward in surprise, “Merle?”
Her left eye was bare of its old eye-patch and paled over by the old wound. Her hair, however was still streaked with her signature pink, not that he had ever seen her with that color mane.
((I don’t know how they know each other in this canon, but I was thinking based on the story you wrote. Aside from Kaede having lived/gone to school in Fujiyama and I don’t think she was adopted by Tsukasa but i don’t know))
Clocktower (Tsukasa Tomiko Open Starter)
He caught the kit and gauze then, easing himself to a sitting position, shrugged off his jacket.
“Nothing is wrong with the leg. This may be a surprise, but all the body is connected to all the rest of the body.”
And his side wound had decided to communicate with his leg. The former was a mess, blood had dried and crusted over both the actual injury and his shirt, but every time he moved, fresh leakage oozed through cracks in the weak scabbing. And so Styx’s first order of business was to pull out his switchblade and get to work cutting his shirt off of himself. Dabbing his hands with water from the bottle (he had to use it sparingly) he lubricated his bloody shirt anew so that taking it off would detach the minimal amount of skin.
Finally, he freed himself and carefully tossed the ruined cloth behind him. Now, with a bit more water, dabbed on a bit of the gauze, he cleaned his wound, keeping pressure on it to stem bloodflow. As he did so, he leaned back in a lounging pose and nodded in gratitude to his host.
“Much thanks to you. I am in your debt.”
He kept an eye on the woman’s staff. She was not taking any chances. Good for her. Now to test it.
“What is your job that you have a weapon to greet guests with?”
She rolled her eyes. “I know that.” Maybe, whether it had been from high school science or Camara, she couldn’t remember. Keeping a steady gaze on the man as he performed a medical procedure on himself, she only left with her staff to pick up the soiled shirt behind him. She dropped the shirt back into his lap.
“You keep any of the trash you make. ” Tsukasa explained curtly, as the bloodstained shirt fluttered on top of his good leg. She motioned for him to look around the room.
Spotless. Clean. Austere, despite its broken window and debris.
“That goes for both you and me.”
She sighed, annoyed at his question. “Contrary to your thoughts, my job does not require a weapon. This place is unsafe to be in, so if scaring them away is the only way to keep them away, then it’s no weight on my conscience.”
“Seems more as though it would be drawing unnecessary attention, hm? Guy comes in, you wave stick around, he gets curious, tells friends- tells the police, even.”
Impishly, Styx picked up the rag once again and tossed it over his shoulder down the first few stairs. It plopped, heavy with blood and water.
The Spaniard inserted the needle with a wince and looped back around to secure the thread. Then he got to work with close, intricate stitching. Tight enough to bind the wound, loose enough to be removable with only a medium amount of irritation. As he sewed, Styx kept his mind focused by talking to his unknowing target.
“You want people to leave you alone? Try hiding in the open not in the most conspicuous abandoned building in the city. If that is not to your liking, figure out a better way to keep them from entering in the first place. Or,” he decided to poke around for gold, “Are you secretly hoping for people to bother you? You do seem the dramatic lonely type, if I may say.”
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Duct tape prank.
Is it bad that I’ve watched this like, 20 times already
He’s dead
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Clocktower (Tsukasa Tomiko Open Starter)
Styx cursed his luck. It would be laughably easy to dispatch her now and collect the commission, but his chances of getting back down those steps were very very bad. The idiot must have hit a nerve or something or maybe… maybe he just wasn’t as young as he used to be. He grit his teeth.
“No. Apparently not. You would not happen to have gauze and a sewing kit handy, by the chance?”
A breeze jangled the chimes and he smiled at the sound before locking eyes with the vigilante.
“I could use antiseptic too, and water. It appears I am unable to be leaving just yet. My apologies.”
Wordlessly, Tsukasa left the man where he had fallen, only to take the gauze and sewing kit out of her bag. Both, she ended up tossing at him to catch. Just because he couldn’t move, didn’t render him completely helpless, right?
As she continued the trek from her bag, she remembered to pick up a water bottle and her staff. Injured or not, he could still be a potential enemy. Plopping next to him again, she kept her staff behind her within reach. “Don’t have any antiseptic- sorry.” She handed him the water bottle before eyeing his right leg in faked nonchalance. “Here. What’s up with your leg?”
He caught the kit and gauze then, easing himself to a sitting position, shrugged off his jacket.
“Nothing is wrong with the leg. This may be a surprise, but all the body is connected to all the rest of the body.”
And his side wound had decided to communicate with his leg. The former was a mess, blood had dried and crusted over both the actual injury and his shirt, but every time he moved, fresh leakage oozed through cracks in the weak scabbing. And so Styx’s first order of business was to pull out his switchblade and get to work cutting his shirt off of himself. Dabbing his hands with water from the bottle (he had to use it sparingly) he lubricated his bloody shirt anew so that taking it off would detach the minimal amount of skin.
Finally, he freed himself and carefully tossed the ruined cloth behind him. Now, with a bit more water, dabbed on a bit of the gauze, he cleaned his wound, keeping pressure on it to stem bloodflow. As he did so, he leaned back in a lounging pose and nodded in gratitude to his host.
“Much thanks to you. I am in your debt.”
He kept an eye on the woman’s staff. She was not taking any chances. Good for her. Now to test it.
“What is your job that you have a weapon to greet guests with?”
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