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190309 Show! Music Core Mini Fan Meeting - Soobin Day

//pspsps corazon come get your boytoy, he's very thinly referencing his chem-fucking, poison-sucking, bomb-happy brother again

@vessmar.

          “   oh, i love it when you shittalk. even if it is about your funny rat-like brother.   ”

they’ve shared an extensive list of killing methods by now. after knowing vesper for a few centuries humans tended to become predictable. the ones who acted on instinct were the most predictable, fear and crimes of passion made people sloppy, and there was very little flair, no art, to the act of butchering. vesper had no qualms about throwing his brother to the wolves and her response was chime-like laughter. she revelled in the moments vess revealed about himself, or his background, however unintentionally. that his brother used to fight like that, that he - himself - didn’t. all fascinating little factoids she’d keep for later. she swivelled her bar stool so crossed knees faced him more directly, leaning forward with a playful glint in golden eyes.

@gracelis.

          “   okay so, tell me what you’ve deduced.   ”

          to be entirely frank about it, the only applicable use of her investigative skills was to set fire to the evidence. that was primarily what she’d been hired for   ;   a specific kind of mercenary that swept clean bodily evidence with ravenous glee. in most of the manananggal’s cases though, the situation was more clean cut. the guilty party hired her to get rid of evidence, and then witnesses. sometimes, she could manage to nail two birds with one stone. what she hadn’t anticipated was needing to delve a little further into the political climate to find her exact target.

          “   my client has a long, and arduous list of things that need doing   -   but i can’t start my mission without knowing why they want over eight members of your brother’s fraternity dead.   ”   corazon smiled, sickly sweet, as she pushed the ornate cup off coffee in elodie’s direction, a peace offering topped with sunflower honey biscuits. early morning, and yet the woman sips at her own tea with dramatic, elbow length gloves, and a large brimmed hat failing to hide luminous, sharp golden eyes.   “   past grudges, fraudulent stocks, three other missing people from a party two years ago, a sister who took her own life but wouldn’t reveal why. it all sounds so intriguing, does it not ?   ”