#||katana threads

Meme Scenarios: status: accepting.

Ahhh. This was awkward, Lyra thought to herself, mouth slightly parted in an ‘o’ at the sight of the male stabbing a sword into another man’s gut. Well. She hadn’t expected to run into someone killing another–not that she was that surprised about it anyway. Gangs were gangs, and with how rampant criminal activity was around here, Lyra honestly found it not much of a surprise if most, if not all of the people around here were somewhat affiliated to certain gangs. 

But clearly, this was a classic–you shouldn’t have been here kind of trope and line. She wet her lips lightly, plastering herself to the wall as she peered over the edge curiously, eager to witness this strange male’s art and way of killing. Lyra didn’t often do so–really, who would have the right space of mind to witness another person killing another? But he was probably a hitman, and Lyra was intrigued, as seen by the grin that slowly fluttered across her face. Of course, she wasn’t stupid enough to make it known that her presence was right here, witnessing the assassination (or was it really an assassination..?) of another, whose assassin was clearly none other but a hitman.

And clearly, her excitement usually overrode her tact and carefulness–for the next minute she knew, she was blurting out words that shouldn’t be said.

“ You know, if you had a smaller knife and just sliced along the blade across his throat, he’d die much quicker?” She’s not in any of her usual hitman getup, simply dressed in a long sleeved, fluffy sweater that dwarfed her frame, and her hair loosely cascading, framing her face in light waves. A stack of documents sat in her arms–labelled Friends of Myeongcho proposal idea–and Lyra blinked for a moment, belatedly realising her mistake. “ I read that, uh–somewhere in the thing you call inter-net.” 

Gah. How was she going to remedy this mistake? She tilted her head slightly, feet curling into the ground. 

“I’m sorry.” No one, perhaps save for one or two Hydrus members up in the higher ranks knew that this tall, slightly clumsy but adorable girl was a sniper hitman for the gang, given as a prize by someone who felt that she could add to their ranks. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”  Lyra purposely pitched her voice a little higher, letting a slight impression of fear bleed through–event though she did feel slightly intimidated at the sight of the other male. 

Just slightly.