The shift in her expression doesn’t go unnoticed by him… though he finds it a bit funnier than he probably should. At the nudge against his bum, he stumbles forward a bit and snickers. Just the mention of them had brought on hostility. Butch glances back at her with a grin, a hand moving to his hip.

“I think yer bein’ a little over dramatic there, Frank… what makes ya think some goons in make-up wanna eat babies? They ain’t nothin’ but a bunch’a guys n’ gals in silly outfits and big red noses.” He had seen many a traveling circus in his time and clowns seemed to always bring joy back then. He himself didn’t care for them but he didn’t hate them either and yet he still can’t help but find her fear amusing.

"Really? Couldn't tell at all." Hard to say if that's flattery or a straight up honesty. Could even be both.

"Ehh it's been a while mate just give me some time yeah? " she added with a tired sigh, it's been a while since she had a rough time. Still, she did appreciate his cheeky inputs, both brothers were becoming pretty important to a gal like her. "Grab some beer and we can shit talk for a wee bit "

Ohh, Tangerine was way ahead of her. He was already opening two beers, one of which he kept in his hand and the other he placed down on the coffee table on the side closest to Franky.

He then flopped gracelessly down on the sofa and took a swing from his newly opened pint. He even unpopped his first few shirt buttons as if to replace his usual suited gentleman vibe in favour of something more casual.

[x]

   Drifting about in the night time was one place that Atieno was likely to be spotted. Taking in the cool air, they were determined to make the most of the shadiness, the ways that they could slink about the evening as if it was theirs. And in some ways it was. They would never say that out loud to people. Too many questions, not enough interest in explaining to everyone.

It was while they paused in their own walked that they picked up the sounds of someone nearby. They looked around - soon seeing someone looking right at them.

As if trying to make sense of what they were. Good idea. Sorry that it’s quite hard to determine their true nature from the start. Even if they did give off a peculiar, and oddly fitting for the night time kind of presence.

A cool expression from the entity as they glanced over at her.

Hearth and Fire

The sound of the hammer against the metal was loud, probably because it was the only real sound being made at the quiet little spot.

The large man with the curved horns was working with heavy dedication the material at hand. It was not giving in easy, and he often stopped to work details, or apply certain liquid substances that would leave most stretching their heads. Without his armor on, with but a sleeveless shirt and a smith apron, he was focused entirely on hus work, even as sweat run down on his forhead, and his long black hair fell to his face.

That's why it took him a monent too long to notice of the other's arrival, but as he turned his head up and saw her, all he did was smile.

"Oh, hey, Vanya! Phew..", he gave a big exhale as he caught his breath, straightening his back and wiping the sweat off his forehead, still glistening on his big arms. His green eyes moved to find hers, and his smile softened even more.

"I am still working on your commission.. It isn't quite ready yet, if that's why you came.. Will need a couple more days probably for the runes to take proper place in.."

The hearthblood had chosen a rather isolate spot to set his temporary smithy this time. Outside of the city, near the forest, where he wouldn't get interrupted.. He really wanted to give his best on this, he felt a strong drive.. A call of inspiration, as if he was about to hit a break through.

Come into my inbox and give my muse a pet name/nickname. They will respond with whether they approve or not. @metalheaduo said: "Hoboman for nickname, or Scruffy !"

He gives a rather loud, drawn-out, audible prominent sigh, followed by a facepalm.

"I'm not a hobo..."

       Men rallied beneath colored banners, fought tooth and nail for their leaders, yet amongst them stood one who lived by the coin’s flavor and he raced amidst the chaos of clashing steel towards a singular target. always aim for the biggest, they give the best pay his ‘ mentor ‘ once said and despite him being buried six feet under, Guts cherished that thought like a famished dog on the prowl.

       Burying deeper and deeper, smelling fervor mixed with blood, his tunneled vision grew shorter and shorter ‘till the man’s face could be easily studied. Large figure, donning ancestral steel shimmering beneath incandescent sunlight. This lone wolf had killed more than a hundred but today, in this fateful day, Guts mercilessly drove his massive blade right into the plate armor.

       Sheer raw strength lacerated flesh, crushed bone and pinned the heart, forcing it to abruptly leave its host and remain weakly beating on the blade’s tip. As the surrounding forces witnessed a renowned general fall in battle, they began to regress their advance and dared not approach our warrior in fear of being next.

      ❝ I expected more from this guy.  ❞ In a fair battle the giant might have had an opportunity, but what is fair in war ? Retrieving his most faithful companion from what would be now a carcass, he weaved it and allowed its sharpened edge to rest against his broad shoulder. An easy skirmish, easy money.

◘ — A fateful reunion with @metalheaduo​​

         A QUIET GLANCE at the town was enough for the pirate to notice that perhaps Kidd had chosen another uneventful place to rest for the night. A gentle whistle followed him along, just quickly stopped as a familiar pressence appeared near him.