#devilshowdy

@devilshowdy said:

bob appearing with a homemade birthday cake for wuyang. ashe was dragged along, and is very much willing to pretend she had any idea- "congrats, kid! another year alive~ bob here makes th'best damn birthday cakes you'll ever eat! i insisted he make y'one." the omnic is in-fact rolling his eyes but the cake is frosted with a water symbol decoration, vanilla flavor frosting, chocolate inside. "enjoy it. eh, happy birthday." she's giving in to being a little nice. wasn't like she had anywhere better to be. a few candles popped in the top and lit with ashe's lighter. at least he'd have a good cake, and when y'didn't have family close by, it was as good as it got.

"Oh-!" Wuyang blinked, letting his shoulders drop and be at ease upon seeing the cake. "This is... wow..." Homemade! He took in every detail, finding the water motif a thoughtful touch. It's certainly one way to make a guy feel special. Can't quite say he expected this, but he sure did appreciate it!

"I mean- it's amazing! Thank you." All smiles he was. Such gestures and moments of respite, no matter how small and fleeting were meaningful. And he planned to appreciate every second.

"Bob's cooking is to die for, huh? I can't wait to dig in." Spirits lifted, he looked up at Ashe, beaming with energy. "Here, have a slice. Much as I want to, I can't eat the whole thing myself. Ooh, plates... I'll get the plates-"

"I'd totally fuck you" / weaver has my permission to just spritz her like a cat

He is just a man. A man, a simple man, draped in loose robes watering various plants he's brought into the hideout to liven up the place. Minding his business.

Silence fills the air. All but the sound of water trickling from a watering pot or the soft drip, drip, drip when his wrist tilts to stop. His smile doesn't waver, his brows do raise and his eyes glimmer something mischievous but it's all so disarmingly charming. He sets the pot down, his eyes finally tear away from her and his lips part to gasp, "Miss Ashe!" scandalised, he lays both of his arms across his chest as if to cover his body coyly.

"Is that all I am? A body for you to ogle over?"

@devilshowdy said:

"all accordin' to plan." - kaeya about something that definitely did not go according to plan (:

One swift move and he's back up on his feet, casually brushing dirt off his clothes as if he wasn't not-so-gracefully tumbling on the ground mere moments ago. Kaeya hadn't had this much excitement in a while, all made possible with his new... oh, let's just say partner-in-crime.

"Bravo, you certainly showed them all who's in charge." Came the one-man applause complete with the celebratory clap of his hands. "Quite the show of finesse - the dramatic shootout and the explosive climax with that perfectly timed dynamite toss? Absolutely cinematic."

The fact that they just narrowly evaded the blast and flames themselves aside, they did make it through that skirmish mostly unscathed, and made short work of their adversaries. It was fun, genuinely. A bit of a hassle to report back to headquarters, but fun nonetheless.

"I do have one question, however..." A hand to his chin, he scanned the scene before them, some fire still going here and there. Particularly on the now damaged cargo.

@devilshowdy said:

"so, 'bout that sword . . . i hear you're good with it, can y'really slice a bullet mid-air? or that just some spun rumor by folks who ain't got anythin' better to yap about?" oh, ashe wants to test those skills she's heard so much about. she ain't sure she'd readily start open firing at him for fun though. bold brow quirks to meet him, red hue skimming him up and down. had to be the cybernetics. but she can't tell if that's where the skill came from without seeing it herself. - bothers genji for no apparent reason

Genji regarded the question with a shift in his stance, head turned just so to let his gaze settle on Ashe. Like a flash of deja vu, he's sure he had a pretty similar conversation with a certain other gunslinger. Such staggering rumors were nigh impossible to let slide, it seems.

Still he obliged her with an answer, though with the mask on, it might be hard to tell if he was merely jesting or just about as intrigued (and invested) as she was.

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

Mentioning the old vampire clans or showing any kind of loyalty to them.

Safina harbors a lot of hatred for the previous ruler of the Vampire clans, the Grinvoes, who had tried to kill her as they perceived her a threat to their rule. With old ancient laws and traditions they upheld, they worried someone who looked like her would put their own rule to risk as she resembled more how the vampire lineage was born from. As such, the Grinvoes saw it as a threat and ordered her execution.

Fleeing from them, she lived on her own for centuries, gouging her own eye out to pretend to be a loyal servant of The Empress and lived a lie. Dying her hair to be more brown so that they wouldn't find her, and cutting it short, Safina had to spend centuries living a lie until she heard of their death.

Now all that remains are the few groups of scattered vampires after the culling and human uprisings she cares little for. Much less so if they show interest or want to re-establish the old ways.

Lena stared wide eyed at the outlaw. What was once a hand-made strawberry cake held above her head had exploded violently, courtesy of the 7.62mm bullet that had been fired from Ashe's viper.

In hindsight, sneaking up on someone who was currently being hunted by 80% of all American bounty hunters, and yelling 'Surprise!'...

Maybe not Lena's best idea.

"Ah... Thought I'd do a bit of baking. Sorry about that, love!"

In an instant, the accelerator on her chest hummed, as she willed herself into a recall, appearing a moment later in the same place, with a once again un-exploded cake.