#abilityforged

                “I usually ask why are they running--”

     She paused her paperwork and glanced up at him, resting her chin on her hand and blowing her hair out of her face. What a pain- and here she was being face to face with Rikiya’s personal detective...thing.

          How much would it be to put ‘day drinking’ under special skills or experiences for a new job? Because being there was starting to get weirder and weirder by the minute...

                Plus this seemed like a topic she didn’t want to get into with him.

   How  obediently  the  dual  haired  man  follows  the  Russian  ,  silent  despite  all  the  strange  sights  around  him.  He  wasn’t  sure  where  he  was  going  as  they  traveled  ,  but  did  it  matter  ?  He  was  nothing  more  than  a  tool  ,  lower  even  than  the  rats.  He  had  no  right  to  speak  up  or  question.  This  man  had  promised  him  a  home  ,  and  so  he  follows  obediently  until  they’re  entering  a  hidden  base.

   Silver  eyes  flick  over  his  environment  ,  but  still  he  does  not  dare  to  utter  a  word.  Does  he  need  to  memorize  this  place  ?  It  doesn’t  matter  ,  he  automatically  does  it  as  they  travel  the  hallways.  Past  masters  had  wanted  memorization  immediately  ,  not  that  he’d  ever  struggled  with  it  ,  he  might  as  well  be  certain.  Then  they  enter  room  and  he’s  left  exposed  once  the  man  ,  Fyodor  ,  steps  away  from  in  front  of  him.

   He  doesn’t  like  it.  He  feels  exposed.

   Sigma  glances  nervously  towards  Fyodor  before  to  the  other  man  in  the  room.  He  looked....odd.  Sigma’s  never  seen  a  man  dressed  like  him  before  ,  and  he  finds  himself  staring  in  surprise.  His  gaze  lifts  to  meet  an  amber  eye-  and  then  his  head  quickly  drops  and  he  bows  his  head  slightly.

  ‘  Won’t you dance in the palm of my hand?  ‘

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                “Stand still, I refuse to let my muse be broken especially if I’ve come across a scene like this...~”

      Normally a well renowned actor such as himself would find a scene like this horrific but... he loved the art of suffering- there was such a respect for it and the art of respecting the dead. Didn’t mean he wanted to immortalize their expressions as shocked and as slack as they were...

               Something he could study in his spare time.

attempts to sit ontop of it all: nikolai

                “That has yet to be seen by me, Edogawa.”

          Ryunosuke simply turned on his heels to face the detective, hands on his hips as his eyebrow raised (Or what was left of them)- he knew his value? Oh Ranpo don’t make him laugh. There was no value in a lazy detective who put those in the same field down, such feats made him scoff.

       “You’re but a child, I find that hard to believe someone such as yourself KNOWS your so-called ‘value’ if you do...then show me. Because where I stand- I see nothing but a temperamental, rude, and overall LAZY child who refuses to pull his own weight.”