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RESOLUTEPATH. a mutuals only multifandom multimuse blog run by Charlie ( they / them | 33 | UK ). Includes muses from One Piece, Genshin, HSR, WuWa, the Fate Series, Danmei & animanga sources. Crossover verses available & welcomed! Sporadic activity to be expected; this is not the blog for you if you want someone who will instant reply. I take dips in activity regularly due to work.

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JC has several different bookcases in his life due to the amount he is moved around. The one in his family home of Mary Geoise only had texts his parents approved of. World History, business texts, books to support his education. When he became a Marine his bookcase in his flat was less prescriptive but did contain a number of help guides / advice books that he could use to help him survive in the lower world. He often bought them secondhand and spoken of a growing niece or nephew when purchasing to avoid suspicions.

Quinn doesn't carry a bag or a purse but he does have an abundance of pockets. Some of these are the ones that came with his clothing and others are ones he has added. Given how he dresses in draped layers, you can guarantee that he's always got something to pull out from somewhere. On any given day he could have a multitude of things in his pockets including, but not limited to:

lockpicks, multiple in different areas

a number of ids to be utilised as needed

a coin pouch, an emergency coin pouch, a valuables pouch and a dummy coin pouch hanging from his belt

a set of small stones or ball bearings or other small projectile that he can use at will to create distractions

two knives. sometimes three.

a spare pair of gloves

on special occasions a set of smoke bombs

torn scraps of paper or newspaper articles

a stick of gum

a skeleton key, that is hit and miss at best

a loose coin that he rolls between his knuckles

a file

three boiled sweets and six buttons

a plastic flower

a small first aid kit

cw. this is an interaction with Yamato, so the warnings around that dynamic apply.

The deep rumble of laughter falls from his lips, a cruel curve of a smile following. Fingers curl around the oversized gourd of alcohol and he drinks deeply from the cheap swill, drowning his boredom in the acrid taste on his tongue. The excess dribbles over his lip as he lowers it once more, a swipe of his arm cleaning it free.

"You are too weak to even think to be on the same level as him!" A point of a clawed finger draws his attention directly towards his son at the other side of the room, the fierce, defiant gaze in his eyes. He detests it. This is his son, not that foolish swordsman, and yet the brat dares run around citing Oden's words, baying about his will.

He drinks deeply again, alcohol and spittle escaping his mouth as he continues to chastise his son. "This country is a weapons factory and it will bring war to the world. Tear every gaudy throne down and make every man test his mettle on the equal playing field. That is your legacy!" His hand is quick and sharp as it launches forward, grabbing hold of an arm without any care for the strength of his grip. "You will be its shogun, you will keep it running!"

Just as quickly as he held on, he lets go with force, throwing his son backwards, scoffing as he clatters down to the floor. "Oden? Ha! You are barely fitting of the title son of mine. Spend less time reading your pages, and more on remembering you are the child of ogres, a beast born for war and bloodshed!" His head rocks back and he laughs, inebriation leaving him amused at the weakness before him, the idea of being defeated by such a whelp laughable. He leaves the room with the same rumble, his footsteps unhurried, his pace slowing to a stop as he reaches open air.

Slowly lips shift from the cruel curl of laughter to a deep frown, his brow furrowed as his gaze fixes on the sky. There is nothing in this world that comes with the same thrill as the past. Nothing that will make his life lay upon the line. He need only choose the time and he will crush the world in his palm. There are only ants here now, until the day Joyboy comes to defeat him.

"Kumachi!" A wide wave of a hand above her head draws the attention of the one she seeks, her grin filling her face with a wide, beaming smile when his gaze meets her own. It's enough to have her close her eyes briefly, her expression taking over her whole visage before she turns back to the task she is undertaking. It's always better with Kumachi around, she feels safer, more secure, even though she knows she can trust those of the Revolutionary Army too. It's nothing against them, they simply haven't been by her side the same way Kuma has, know her as well as he does, and make her feel the beat in her heart that is akin to Nika's drums. He's her world, really, even if he does not see it. Stupid Kumachi.

When the loading of the ship is finished, she runs over to him, arms curling around one of his, her expression a toothy grin. "Take a dinner break with me, eh? Before I have to go to sea? I want to spend some time with you before I go!"