Birds of a Feather

"You're certain he'll accept those terms?" Himeko questions, understandably hesitant. "I'm aware this is a very sudden request, but I would not ask this of you all if I wasn't absolutely certain." Despite practiced poise, hologram's stutter cannot hide the sadness in Robin's eyes and quiet steady of her voice. "I know him better than he knows himself." "In any case, we'll need some time to deliberate before we can give you an answer." "Regardless of the outcome, I look forward to your decision." She gives a small curtsey and the hologram flickers out.

flashback chapterrrrrrrr~ tags and link below the cut <3

"A word of advice, if I may," Kafka calls after he's passed by, lit cigarette in hand. Hesitantly, Sunday stops. It would be rude to ignore her, even if her tone indicates this "advice" she's offering is likely not going to be advice at all. He musters up the most pleasant voice he can, complete with complimentary customer service smile. "Let's hear it." Eyes obscured by tinted lenses, a venomous smirk crosses her lips and Sunday already regrets his choice. "Fall any deeper, little bird, and you're liable to end up in hell."

birds of a feather's origin and kinda,,, pilot episode? so to speak?? tags and link under the cut

That boy of yesterday broke himself upon the altar time and time and time again, and look what great and heaping pile of "divine glory" all that spilt blood got him. From a single spark springs a raging pyre and the dream gives way for its destructive nature. Welcomes it, even.

A direct continuation to Devils' Den

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"Thought I'd find you up here." Kafka slinks to his side, trail of smoke from her lit cigarette curling with every movement. "Birdie, hm?" Blade glances sideways at her. He knows that tone, and for as many times as they've played this game, he's learned her rules by heart. The easiest way to win is to simply not play. "Far as I was aware, it didn't matter who we see." "Hate to interrupt your little soap opera melodrama," Silver Wolf's voice crackles to life in their earpieces, interrupting the moment, "but we have about ten minutes until showtime and Sunday's been disconnected for like at least the last twenty."

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