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sCREAMS AND FU CK I NG NUTS IN HE RE

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1800 – DID – I – ASK

     TRIDENT. he’s been working this case for months and expected a payout rather soon. it’s as simple as that. a simple case yields a simple resolution, that is his experience talking. it was supposed to be clearcut. faunus activity was sketchy in this part of town. a rowdy folk that would rather see humans chased out by grimm than lift a finger to help innocents. vandalism, stolen shipments, an explosion in the western parliament building. an anonymous tip puts white fang at the scene. neptune’s not out for the whole lot of them, just the three that pulled the trigger. a tall cottontail, a night thrush beauty, and the self-proclaimed handsome monkey king himself. oh brother. just reading the file had him rolling his eyes. he’d run into that one before. yeah, they had some pretty history together. three of neptune’s past cases, the first one he ever took, and another two, involved this little stowaway thief. jumped around way too much, played around even more so. yeah maybe they threw around playful quips every now and then,【 and there is also that one time you accidentally saved him from that rabid dog… we don’t talk about his reaction to that one 】 but sometimes neptune liked to complete his assignments, yeah?

     the mayor, a snivelling, bumbling, sweaty pig idiot told him he wanted no trouble with their “minority” groups, but everyone knows what that meant. he wanted no trouble so if neptune took out some guys they’d work extra hard to keep it quiet. well that’s fine by him. neptune didn’t like associating with white fang. too overzealous and too many ugly ideologies. fascism? ultranationalism? no thank you. there was something on the tip of neptune’s tongue when he skimmed over the evidence they already had, something about this entire setup being entirely too convenient. but the mayor promised him a pretty penny, so no matter how fishy the stench in the air, neptune had to admit he liked shiny things, shiny things like ornate mahogany desks. there was a henredon with his name on it.

     he wished he could smack the him from four months ago in the face. if there was one thing he could count on in this bitch of a world it was that the universe did not give free hand outs. one wants something, they should expect at best a giant fuck you from the gods and an I.O.U. at worst? they don’t talk about neptune’s first motorcycle.

     he wishes he could explain to the him from four months ago how he’s going to end up in the middle of a white fang rally and a mask to go along with it, he really does. damn his talent for acting. he plays the part of an oppressed bastard well. how he managed to convince the guys at the door that his tail’d been cut off by a human he’ll never know,【 although he thanks his good friend coco for the makeup on his back 】but they’ll believe pretty much anything so long as it involves a human attacking a faunus. and this is why he likes to keep as far away from the masses as possible.

     as luck would have it, their beloved leader was just making it onto the stage for a good old fashioned denouncement of anything and everything human-related when neptune is spotting his suspect. and as luck would fucking have it his suspect is looking straight at him. dammit universe, you couldn’t have given him an I.O.U this time around? he could’ve even pray that the guy didn’t recognize him, didn’t have enough time, because in the split second that he’s making his way over there the blond head of hair has all but disappeared in a sea of white. oh what the fu— he better not be going to get backup, he better not be going to get backup, he better not be going to ge—

     wow. at least he could arrest all three of them at once, that is, if he wasn’t currently shoving faunus left and right and making leaps and bounds to reach the back entrance of which had slammed shut right behind them. nice. fuckin’. nice. what kind of a moron builds an emergency exit that locks upon first touch?! literally surrounded by incompetence. some architect this was. was this faunus fingerprint activated or something? seriously.

     ❝i swear god’s gonna to have something to hear about if i have to chase them to the pier.❞ he says this before he books it to the side entrance, barrels through some muscle heads, and finds himself on the outside. after reorienting himself, he sees just the tail end of the black cat’s coat and curses.

     aaaand of course they’re running down pier one street all the way to…! the pier. called it. universe, you’re going dangerously from fuck you territory to take it up the ass territory, and neptune is not prepared for that log when it comes. 

     ❝you know if you weren’t guilty you wouldn’t be running!❞ he calls out with absolutely no inkling of them stopping. they’re clearly guilty, why else would a witness place them at the scene? never mind all that about the clear anti-faunus sentiment central in the government. that’s not something he liked to go to bed thinking about.

     ❝goddamn it you assholes just stop already!❞ he fires his warning shot, a great bullseye that knocks the mask straight off the monkey king’s face. and suddenly neptune’s entire being has shifted into the “okay universe you’ve officially repaid every debt you ever had to me” territory. those eyes are as blue as the ocean and just as sparkling, even in the moonlight like this. for a second neptune wonders a lot of things about himself.

     【 do you have to take him to the station           when you catch him? you could take him           somewhere el—

          shut the hell up right now. 】

     ❝i sincerely hope this isn’t the part where you decide to fight back, ha ha. ha.❞

        rumors spread like wildfire in a town like this. sun didn’t even need a white fang informant letting him know what had gotten the pigheaded mayor’s bloomers in a knot. it was being broadcast that the white fang, more specifically, the monkey king and his two renown compatriots, were spotted at the scene of some large scale crime. stolen shipments, explosions, the works. sun could dig it, being given due credit, where credit was actually due. but being acknowledged for a bust he didn’t commit? tragic. he could live with it though. 

        after all, if the blame was pinned on the donkey, and he was framed, it only made sense to do exactly what was expected of him. what the mayor wanted him to do all along. monkey see, monkey do. sun could sleep better at night actually sabotaging the boar than being blamed for someone else’s deeds. so when the white fang called a meeting, even an idiot could put two together. they were going to rob this town blind by finishing off the job. 

        sun fell in line with the other faunus, although line was being generous. nothing was orderly about this chaos, packed like sardines in a can, sweaty bodies chanting and raving about causing destruction and rooting for the demise of the gluttonous pigs who ruled the state.the typical sales pitch of how enhanced the faunus’ lifestyles would be had the humans not oppressed them. sun knows this rehearsed speech, so he drowns out the rantings and scans the crowd. colorful people tonight. lots of newcomers. that was always a good sign.

        and then their eyes met.

        he could recognize that snarky shit eating huntsman from anywhere, any distance. how did that guy still have his job when sun had evaded capture effortlessly on numerous occasions? sun bristles. realizing that if he was seeing the hunter, the hunter was seeing his prey. well, shit. it was time to hit the dusty ol’ trail while attracting the least amount of attention. an elbow is jabbed into his partners’ waists, and without having to verbally communicate, they understand. it was time to flee.

        flee they did. sun is nimble and quick, able to dart between people’s legs through the tiniest of gaps and make it through the exit without a strain. there was only one place that seemed to make sense. the pier. see, there was one thing the monkey king knew for sure about this hunter: his irrational fear of water. it brings a broad smile to sun’s face, and it tales all of his self-restraint to not burst into laughter. oh wait. what self restraint. sun is chuckling as he is called out to. didn’t expect the guy to actually catch up to them. with a nod to cotton tail and black cat, they separate into multiple directions.

        just as he spares a glance over his shoulder to peer at his pursuer, his head snaps back, pivoted with great force. what was that? a hand raises to gingerly prod his admittedly handsome face, expecting a wound or blood of some sort. what he finds is worse. he is without a mask. no concealment. he feels naked, which is an odd thing to say for a man who parades around for a terrorist organization with half of his shirt missing.

        in spite of such a lucky shot, it’s ability to do any significant damage is hampered with the inaction taken, the pause the hunter succumbs to afterwards. sun seizes the opportunity for a little payback. crouching low, like a taut spring, he flips backwards, tail flicking out to brush against the man’s cheek before curling around and swiping the gun out of his hands. foot planted in aqua boy’s face, he knocks the other towards the edge of the pier’s wooden planks watching as the off-balanced and stunned man nearly falls into the water. nearly. sun rights himself up and catches him by his ankles, now dangling the bait over the ocean’s murky surface.

       ❛ we keep meeting like this. wish we’d meet with you beneath me in another way. ❜

       casually loosens his grip, lowering the precious cargo just so the tips of his model hair got a nice refreshing rinse. sun does not conceal his crooked grin, the cock in his brow, after all, the two had quite the history. it brought to mind his favorite cartoon as a child, something about a tomcat and mouse.

     She’s just passing through the hall when there’s an almost deafening noise. It might often be loud in Beacon, but THAT sounded like something crashing, not the normal kind of people-loud. She’s about to turn to the closest person next to her when she glances behind her & sees an awfully familiar face — a good thing, too, because she’d rather NOT go see what that noise was with a stranger. ❝Hey — Sun !! — did you hear that?❞

        a brash, startled noise woke sleepy limbs from their relaxed slumber, sparking the boy’s attention and snapping him into action. the sound was unfamiliar, not something easily identifiable when contrasted with the typical background speech of beacon’s intricately mazed halls. sun was made aware of ruby’s proximity as his name is called, and he slinks over to her totally not hiding behind her and peeking out at the direction of the crash at a distance. when his assessment reveals no immediate threat, yet, he straightens up and pulls upon his jacket in a boastful manner. chest puffs up as he swells with pride.

        with such exuding grace, it is hard not to give full attention to the ramblings of the sea god. an inquisitive golden brow arches as he hones in on the reflection at hand. he inspects it and hums, realizing belatedly that this must be one of neptune’s many meaningless flirtations meant to flatter. and flatter it did. lungs flare up with laughter as sun shines a beaming smile. it was definitely something he appreciated about his teammate, although cute wouldn’t be the word he’d choose himself.

     || @mcnkeybusiness

TEAL EYES follow the mischievous, swinging tail. the graceful way he seemed to somersault over Jihyun’s seated figure causes his breath to hitch. ( though out of PANIC or AWE, he’s still undecided. ) it’s only when the blond stranger had perfected his landing that he bothers to clap, choosing to take what had just occurred to be a POSITIVE exper- ience.

   “That tail seems pretty helpful       in terms of getting from place       to place.”

        a classic getaway from the local law enforcement: the boy had stolen a fresh paper bag full of apples and oranges, and had successfully evaded capture yet again. however, the faunus hadn’t realized he had an audience, not until he hears the unmistakable sound of applause. did not expect such a positive reception, so accustomed to the judgmental gaze of scrutinizing spectators. it was refreshing, and it immediately brought comfort to be praised. standing up just a little straighter, puffing out his chest with pride, sun beams a grin at the stranger before taking a mock bow. it wouldn’t hurt to gloat just a little, right?

       ❛ you’d be surprised how often this tail actually gets me out of trouble. ❜