// Hello. I will be trying to get this account running again. Let me know if you'd be interested in writing something.

Energy jelly hanging from his lips. This sustenance will have to last him for the whole day.

Oh boy.

// I just lurk here once a month. I'm more active on my Secret Third Account.

// somebody has to make a Canio then and stand next to yours

// banana please

// promise?

̶H̶̶e̶ ̶h̶̶a̶̶d̶ ̶a̶ ̶m̶̶i̶̶n̶̶d̶ ̶f̶̶u̶̶l̶̶l̶ ̶o̶̶f̶ ̶d̶̶r̶̶e̶̶a̶̶m̶̶s̶ ̶o̶̶f̶ ̶v̶̶a̶̶s̶̶t̶ ̶s̶̶k̶̶i̶̶e̶̶s̶ ̶t̶̶h̶̶a̶̶t̶ ̶s̶̶t̶̶r̶̶e̶̶t̶̶c̶̶h̶̶e̶̶d̶ ̶a̶̶c̶̶r̶̶o̶̶s̶̶s̶ ̶a̶̶n̶ ̶u̶̶n̶̶e̶̶n̶̶d̶̶i̶̶n̶̶g̶ ̶w̶̶o̶̶r̶̶l̶̶d̶—̶a̶ ̶w̶̶o̶̶r̶̶l̶̶d̶ ̶o̶̶f̶ ̶s̶̶t̶̶o̶̶n̶̶e̶ ̶a̶̶n̶̶d̶ ̶s̶̶e̶̶a̶, ̶w̶̶h̶̶e̶̶r̶̶e̶ ̶e̶̶a̶̶c̶̶h̶ ̶b̶̶i̶̶t̶ ̶o̶̶f̶ ̶l̶̶i̶̶f̶̶e̶ ̶w̶̶a̶̶s̶ ̶b̶̶l̶̶e̶̶s̶̶s̶̶e̶̶d̶ ̶w̶̶i̶̶t̶̶h̶ ̶s̶̶u̶̶c̶̶h̶ ̶b̶̶e̶̶a̶̶u̶̶t̶̶y̶ ̶a̶̶n̶̶d̶ ̶u̶̶g̶̶l̶̶i̶̶n̶̶e̶̶s̶̶s̶ ̶a̶̶l̶̶i̶̶k̶̶e̶.

// I'm sorry, I had to.

— profits. Still, she did seem strong, and two heads were better than one even if the pay got split in two. Untrusting was fine, so long as the job got done.

—

Stubborn customers...not exactly his forte. Still, he'd developed some small modicum of social skills in his time here. /Some/.

"Then you're free to go off and do the work on your own. Bring back the head of the target, collect your pay. Easy, right?"

As if he was in a position to split—

He contested that standoffishness with his a collected nature. A shadow unmoving, no tell in his expression, no flinch in his eye to call a bluff.

"That's a shame. But, it's not unusual. Lot of lone wolves out here.

Still, I'd like to see your might. At least compare it to something."

—

....Him?

When travelling he'll prefer going to PC Cafes and staying the night rather than going to a hotel.

It's cheaper and he gets to use a high end PC to get his gaming fix.

Though that usually results in him never getting any sleep.

That being said, ladies please control yourselves.

Not to brag, but Seung-Yoon is Radiant tier in V*lorant.

"That's right. As fellow sellswords."

A pause, he chose his next words carefully.

"...And, I want to know what you know. You have to kill a lot to have the smell of blood linger."

Obsidian eyes looked her up and down. Assessment, consideration.

...Weariness.

A coarse way of greeting, but then again he wasn't exactly the soft spoken type either.

"Walking around like you're ready to kill anyone in your way. Maybe you want to earn something in exchange for that bloodlust."

// thank you mitsu-mun. 🥹

@ainoslayings.bsky.social

"Miss."

He stopped her on the street, this imposing tower of ivory colored uniform. Intimidating...but not purposefully so.

"...Sorry, do you have a permit for that?" He asked with a gloved finger pointing to the sword at her hip.

@intoning.bsky.social

Yoon took a long drag of his cigarette, finding himself in with eyes easily wandering. Today's mission: People watching and information gathering.

Particularly, a gaze lingering on a woman ...scent of blood yet dressed in a starch white.

"Hey."

He called out to her.

// Just small fyi i do prefer RP threads be in replies rather than QRTs.

// okay, tomorrow 💤

Pale green fluorescent lights flicker in an abandoned building, the last breaths of what once was.

Now the nest of something horrific, a spindly human form of gaping maw and long claws. He walked with only the hum of electricity through tubes and his own footsteps as sound.

Modern day hunting.