HEYWOOD SAMURAI.

          when  you  think  the  day  is  shaping  up  to  be  rather  pleasant    [        the  sun  shining,    the  garden  looking  pristine  and  inviting,    the  breakfast  cooked  particularly  mouth-watering    ]    things  like  this  woman’s  arrival  occur.    the  world  has  mysterious  ways  of  telling  you  it  doesn’t  like  you.    ‘why?’    is  the  first  question  on  her  mind  when  she  hears  the  other  through  the  intercom,    and  ‘how  did  she  even  get  here?’  is  the  second.    where  is  security?

kim  nordin  is  hardly  the  type  of  woman  that  intimidates  at  first  glance.    not  even  five  feet,    with  a  pair  of  soft  brown  eyes  that  speak  of  ambrosia  and  chocolates,    her  slender  figure  wrapped  in  a  no  doubt  very  expensive  pale  blush  robe  that  flutters  behind  her  like  a  cloud  when  the  door  swings  open.

how  can  a  girl  as  small  as  her  conjure  so  much  hate  to  glare  with?

          if  the  other  intends  to  speak  whatever  script  she  had  been  given,    kim  cuts  her  off  sharply.        ‘  ‘    what  makes  you  think  i  have  any  interest  in  even  remotely  coming  close  to  that  man?’  ’    pure  incandescent  lava  drips  from  her  lips  like  venom,    bitten  and  chewed  on  as  a  nervous  reflex,    caught  between  her  teeth.    how  dare  you,    written  on  the  way  her  shoulders  tense  and  her  head  remains  high  to  glare,    head  tilted  backwards  to  deliver  it  eye  to  eye.

‘  ‘i’m  not  going,    i  don’t  want  to  go,    and  i  don’t  want  to  be  bothered  about  this  again.    what  even  made  you  think  that  me  and  him  were  remotely  in  contact?’  ’

                WHAT MADE YOU THINK this was a remotely appropriate idea, more like. What gives a two-bit merc the right to go digging through the skeletons in someone else’s closet? This isn’t biz, no matter what V likes to tell herself. Johnny and Kerry aren’t clients. More like fellow lost souls clinging to the euphoria of the past— how everything looks better in retrospect in comparison to really living it. This olive branch was never hers to extend, and in doing so, she’s transgressed beyond the unspoken bounds of her and Kerry’s burgeoning relationship. In small words, she’d fucked up, badly. 

               Kim Nordin’s less than half V’s size but somehow embodies the height and strength of an Animal ganger from just her stare alone. The fire in her eyes speaks of destruction, not warmth, there is no shelter to be found in that gaze, at least not in the current context. 

               Truth be told, she never expected to make it past the front gate, the fact that Ms. Nordin permitted her entry just to chew her out hints at some unexplored desire to do more than simply ignore her familial connection; a brave mask to cover years of wounds left untended. The festering rot of an absentee father and a mother more concerned with appearances than nurturing kinship among her children. V can relate to the former, acting as the driving force behind her stupid decision to come here. She idiotically assumed that if she could fix other people’s problems it would in turn fix her own. But that’s never the way the story goes.

                                             @edgerunned​ ​ ♡’d

Brows   quirk   as   she   looks   to   the   other.   Shaking   out   her   arm,   adjusting   to   the   small   fixes   Vik   had   done   to   her   Cyberwear.   Stepping   inside   Misty’s   before   pausing,   a   small   turn,   she   had   seen   her   before   at   the   last   show   that   the   Samurai   had   put   on.   Head   tilting   to   the   side   dark   tresses   fall   over   the   side   of   her   shoulder.   She   had   not   known   much.   about   this   mystery   person   but   at   the   time   they   appeared   to   be   stepping   in   for   Johnny.   Big   shoes   to   fill,   and   they.   hadn’t   done   bad   either.   She   had   taken   notes,   made   small   things   in   her   notebook   in   the   back   corner   but   she   was   curious   to   the   point,   the   meaning   behind   it   all.   Smiling   she   stopped   and   put   her   hands   on   her   hip,   head   tilting   back   the   smallest   bit.      ❝You   played   at   the   reunion   for   the   Samurai   didn’t   you   ?   ❞   Andy   inquired   before   holding   out   her   hand.   She   looks,   different   outside   of   her   stage   gear   or   her   wigs,   she   does   so   intentionally.   A   little   bit   less   intense   and   scary   she   does   that   intentionally,   out   and   about   in   the   streets   she   actively   seeks   to   do   good,   to   find   things   to   write   about   and   lend   a   hand   to   any   and   everyone   she   can.   It’s   complicated   at   times,   managing   herself   and   keeping   up   her   promises   to   help   Night   City   but   she’s   managing.   ❝Did   pretty   well   but   something   seems—-   different   here.   You   doing   alright?   I   know   the   Samurai   weren’t   know   for   being   the   greatest   people   at   times.   ❞      

❛ yeah,  really. ❜

his  growly  synthetized  voice  is  unmistakable.  chaos’  muzzle  twists  into  her  temple,  its  wielder  circling  around  the  unfortunate  lone  merc.  his  free  hand  steals  the  cigarette  straight  from  her  mouth,  straight  to  his  own  as  he  takes  a  deep  drag.  it  doesn’t  do  shit,  not  compared  to  everything  else  royce  is  used  to,  but  truth  be  told,  he  doesn’t  really  care,  fuck  her.  it  had  taken  him  too  long  to  recognize  v,  but  those  optics  don’t  lie.  kiroshi  mk.3.  not  a  lot  ran  around  with  those,  pretty  much  top  of  the  market,  that  is  of  course,  if  they  were  too  attached  to  their  meat  form  to  innovate.

thin  wisps  of  smoke  make  their  way  out  of  his  head,  slipping  through  open  sinuses  and  gaps  between  his  eyes,  cigarette  remaining  wedged  between  his  teeth.  he  could  kill  her,  be  done  with  it  and  have  his  well-deserved  revenge,  his  finger  is  on  the  trigger  already ( trigger  discipline  a  FOREIGN  concept,  never  concerned  about  the  safety  of  others ),  it  would  be  so  easy,  without  her  valentino  boy  to  watch  her  back.  in  an  act  of  surprising  self-control,  he  resists  the  urge  ( saving  her  for  LATER  when  he  could  savor  it  more ),  but  his  gun  remains  firmly  pressed  into  the  side  of  her  head.

❛ that  piss stain’s  in  there ?  BRICK ? ❜  a  few  optics  shift  to  glance  at  the  elevator,  main  eyes  remaining  settled  on  v,  and  another  third  of  eyes  checking  up  on  the  group  that  remained  faithful  to  HIM  instead  of  this  bitch  who  usurped  him  right  after  he  had  claimed  the  maelstrom  throne. ❛ you  fucked  me  over  hard  after  we  made  a  DEAL.  time  you  fix  the  mistakes  you  made.  if  you  don’t  feel  like  it,  we  can  see  how  far  up  your  ass  your  mantis  blades  can  go. ❜

                AND HERE SHE’D BEEN hoping Militech took Royce out with the rest of his crew. Except Dum Dum— Dum Dum was chill. Or, well, as chill as a Maelstrom ganger can be. 

               As he steals the cigarette from her lips, she takes the opportunity to lift her hands up and turn to face the cyborg. He wears the scars of their last encounter, worse for wear now that he’s without the majority his crew and on the run. She should have finished him when she had the chance; no witnesses, no mercy. It’s been her motto for as long as she can remember, but the high of victory and the upcoming heist had made her sloppy. She knows better now, or at least she thought she did.

V CAN COOK A few select dishes, mainly anything that can be cooked over an open stovetop and involves synthetic egg products. She can also make a mean pot of ramen given she has the additional ingredients to add to whatever comes in the package. Anything that follows clear instructions like pasta products she can also make somewhat edible. The big issue is that she doesn’t have a kitchen in her current apartment, just a microwave, so she mainly relies on frozen foods and instant soup varieties when she’s not eating/ordering out. V is a bit of a spice fiend and will add hot sauce to practically anything she eats because the food of the future is quite bland.

Tagged by : @malwarfare <3 Tagging: YOUUUUU

adapted from this post ! BOLD what definitely applies to your muse. italicize what somewhat applies to your muse. repost; do NOT reblog.

𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 .  tries to do everything at once, doesn’t know when to stop and take care of themselves, bends over backwards for everyone even if someone did them dirty, has entirely too much on their plate.

𝐓𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐔𝐒 .     idealistic, spends a lot of time trying to impress others, doesn’t like to apologize, eating is a coping mechanism or just addictive personalities in general, a tad codependent.

𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 .     the most flip floppy people ever, what’s today’s mood?, never apologizes, in denial 90% of the time, their way is the highway, desperately needs a break, they have a hard time setting goals because their goals scare them.

𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 .     the literal meaning of i’ll give you the shirt off my back, isolates themselves in fear of someone hurting them, wants to change but is scared of change, complains a lot but never takes advice people give them.

𝐋𝐄𝐎 .     no one takes them seriously because they feel they always have to portray themselves as the fun one, is actually really sad inside, honestly needs a hug, exhausted always.

𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐎 .     can dish it but can’t take it, rushes everything, anxious, plans their future but forgets to live in the moment, sometimes ignores their friends because they have so much on their mind, talks about themselves a lot and sometimes forgets to ask the other person how they are.

𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀 .     solves everyone’s problems but their own, is actually really sad and lonely, gets easily heartbroken but tries not to show it, will do anything to justify bad decisions, honestly just wants everyone to love them but doesn’t really love their self.

𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐎 .     easily set off, will give anyone the cold shoulder at any time even without reason, keeps a lot in, so observant that they often times find out things that hurt them, too many “what ifs” swirling in their heads, has trouble showing their true selves.

𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 .     impatient, brash, commitment issues, body issues, doesn’t realize they don’t need to change for anyone, has a lot of different goals to a point where they get overwhelmed, just wants to disappear and do what they want without anyone questioning them.

𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍 .     scared people won’t like them unless they’re at the top of their game 24/7, takes a lot for them to talk about their feelings, secretly struggling, fake happy, needs a plan but doesn’t know what that plan is, confident but insecure at the same time, wants to be stable but sometimes wishes they could drop everyone’s expectations of them and live normally.

𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 .     gets heartbroken like 30 times a week, trust issues, can be unmotivated and disinterested, feels they have to adapt to every person they meet so they can be liked, doesn’t know how to tap into their emotions despite being very intuitive, confused, expects little.

do  not  get  into  reptile  semantics,  not  now,  he  keeps  repeating  to  himself  like  a  mantra.  not  something  he  wanted  to  put  any  sort  of  energy  into,  especially  not  against  some  street  thief  that  climbed  through  his  damn  balcony.  instead  of  saying  anything,  he  manages  to  only  briefly  glares  up  at  the  merc,  before  his  eyes  went  back  to  his  screen.  what  actually  mattered  here.

the  faster  he’d  be  done  with  this,  faster  he’d  be  left  alone  with  some  fun  new ( well,  technically  ancient ) tech  to  decipher,  if  that  data-construct  was  indeed  left  intact.

❛ bribing  poor  overworked  corpos  isn’t  a  specialization  i’ve  heard  of  before. ❜  a  huff  shakes  his  shoulders  as  he  is  clearly  joking  around,  causing  the  skink  perched  up  there  to  engage  in  a  cautious  slide  until  it  landed  on  the  netrunner’s  shorts.  seemingly  not  bothered  by  this  change,  it  only  lifted  its  head  briefly  as  a  blue  tongue  tastes  the  air,  before  it  went  back  to  lounging  around,  it  wasn’t  as  young  as  it  used  to  be.

❛ this  thing’s  a  piece  of  shit.  where  did  you  get  this,  your  grandmother’s  attic ? ❜  he  squints,  annoyed.  to  be  fair,  he  did  not  do  enough  independant  work  to  have  many  daemons  that  could  crack  open  something  not  written  in  META,  at  least  forty  years  old  then,  eesh.  seems  like  third  time  is  the  charm,  one  of  his  softwares  finally  launching  to  tear  this  thing  apart,  though  king  honestly  has  no  idea  how  long  they  would  have  to  wait  for.  ❛ if  you  make  me  waste  my  ONE  day  off  of  the  week  by  making  me  work,  i  might  try  kicking  you  out  from  the  way  you  came. ❜

                THE CIRCUMSTANCES UNDER WHICH her and King met never boded well for a peaceful relationship. She spared his life on a whim, the fast-talking fervor that he was more useful to her alive than another corpse in her wake. Survival in exchange for silence, and the guarantee that if they ever crossed paths again it wouldn’t incite his finger on a panic button. With gear like King’s he could have fried off half her brain cells before she ever reached his office, but maybe he’s the type to freeze under pressure, or maybe he realized it would’ve only made her angrier once she got to him. 

               ❝ Poor ain’t the word I’d use. ❞   She presses an index finger to lips, pausing a moment to give the penthouse a scrutinizing gander.   ❝ You could probably do with a downsize. What does one person and three lizards need with all this space? ❞   She could fit two of her apartment just inside King’s living room. Not that V can’t afford a more luxurious pad nowadays, but there doesn’t seem to be much of a point when she’s barely home as it is. A place to sleep, that’s all she’s ever really desired. Not that having a roof over her head has helped with the nightmares, but a locked door does make falling asleep easier.