#jousui

@jousui said: waves @ kage |D

There was something awfully creepy about that smile. ( or the fact that everyone was literally all over him? ) Tsuki shrugged her shoulders. ( some people are talented and some aren’t. ) Tsuki definitely was part of the latter kind of persons. No fancy side effect, not even much trion. In a way she could only beat people with hard work and wits. She was playing with the pen in her hand, not paying any attention to the mock battles on the screens before she got up and collected her 7 things. ( no need to dwell on things you can’t change )

She was just about to leave when she noticed, that the young man next to her dropped something. Tsuki bend down immediately, fetching the small object ( a brecelet? whatever ) A hand shyly reached out to pull at his sleeve before presenting the object in her hand. “I believe you lost this,” she said quietly, only now realising who was standing in front of her.

@jousui said: kuzan out there in the middle of nowhere bbq-ing fancy meat together with his oversized pet/vehicle-penguin: ' what; did you wanna join in ? ' @ smoker

                since spike’s mouth was still covered in bandages ( an event that’s become quite the common occurrence ), he struggles to discern spike’s objective. ‘ you want me to bring you adenosine? that makes no sense... ’ unable to ascertain the current situation, he paces to where the other rests, setting his ear somewhere close to spike’s plastered mouth. it’s not until spike lifts a finger, indicating that what he wished for wasn’t exactly an organic compound, but fruit. ‘ oh! you meant the tangerine... here, ’ he leans across the table to grab it, halting in his path when he finds nothing but the peel of the citrus in question. 

          having sustained several injuries during their last attempt to earn some capital, he now finds himself resting on the lounge, rejoicing in the few moments of well-deserved silence. faye’d left to finish some unspecified business, as per usual, and ed was nowhere to be found. somehow, this is the most silent the ship’s been in a while. he’s not complaining, however. his head is craned onto armrest, his eyelids heavy with exhaustion. while trying to distract himself from the overwhelming ache, there’s a moment in which he almost dozes off. moments later, he wakes up cold, sweat trickling down his forehead. he attempts to lift head somewhat, but the lesions scattered across his body oppose him almost immediately. when spike enters the room, he greets him with a pained nod.

          his temperature’s been increasing gradually, and the brisk touch his partner brings about is welcomed. save the callouses from wielding firearms so often, his palm feels almost comfortable. had his body allowed him to move, perhaps he would have leaned in even more. ‘ h-hey, ’ his speech comes to a halt, a rough cough replacing whatever idea he wished to emit then. there’s a dab of blood in the corner of his mouth that he quickly wipes with the back of his hand. he continues, a guttural laughter following suit. ‘ ‘s not that bad. i’ve been through worse. you hanging in there? ’

The rap-tap-tap through down the drunken yokocho is faint but ever-present; the pat-pat-pat of feet colliding with pavement in an inebriated shuffle; businessmen and pleasure seekers alike sparsely dot the boozey backstreet, becoming more and more scarce as the night wanes on. She doesn’t care-- she’s seen it all before so many times: money in the pocket becomes money in the til; libations in the gut and a sauntering buffoon too hammered to stand up straight becomes an easy target. 

She’s not here to pick off the pitiful tonight, however, she’s here seeking recon on the former dragon clan- Shimada- the missing brother. It’s been said many times that Talon could restore his family empire and she wants the information to turn the tide in their favor. Gabe might almost smile if she succeeded, she smirks to herself, amused for a moment at the thought. But the smirk, as her targets often found themselves, is short-lived. The clunking steps have stopped, replaced with the loud sounds of a crash- RIGHT BENEATH HER. 

Aiming her sights down she sees the scélérat responsible for the clatter- but he’s already looking up at her. This must be her contact. Charming. With graceful poise she lowers herself, grappling down, trigger finger ever alert.