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This far into his career Peck had become familiar to the genre of dismissal from the individuals who's companies he was investigating. But being accustomed to the behaviour didn't mean he took kindly to it. He bared his teeth in a poor facsimile of a smile, producing a strange sneering expression that might have been more at home on a vicious animal than a white-collared Fed. Swallowing back a much sharper comment, he went on with his usual script.

@opponentcompel asked: He catches Axel staring into the distance, Silver's line of vision following the trajectory towards— ( oh… ) "She's not worth it." His voice emerges out of nowhere from behind, the man finally sidling up beside the student with a tone of mild judgement. "None of them are."

Send 📱 To Find Out About My Muse's Phone

What ringtone my muse has set for yours: o children by nick cave & the bad seeds

What contact photo my muse has set for yours:

What my muse thinks of the way yours texts: weird. suspicious

How quickly my muse responds to your texts: he's lucky if he gets a response

How often our muses text: very rare i'd say

How often our muses call: still rare but more often than text

Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours: yes

@opponentcompel asked for a lesson.

There   is   still   so   much   she   does   not   know   about   her   father's   time   with   Silver.   Enough   to   know   that   her   father   has   great   shame   about   those   months   he   trained   and   also   to   notice   that,   when   prone   to   anger,   he   does   moves   that   were   never   taught   in   Miyagi-Do.   Even   when   she   saw   him   fight   Silver,   he   ussed   techniques   that   were   barely   on   the   defense   side.   And   now   it   seems   he   is   getting   into   Axel's   head.   "My   dad   said   you   were   going   to   do   things   by   the   book."   Sam   confronts   the   taller   man,   neverminding   making   herself   bigger   because   it   was   of   no   use   but   her   tone   is   what   many   consider   the   LaRusso   judgement   passing   through,   her   tone   and   eyes   matching   and   letting   the   other   know   she   is   not   impressed.  

᯽⊱ @opponentcompel ⊱ "I understand that circumstances must be difficult for you..." Line of vision firmly holds her darker gaze, the faintest semblance of a knowing smile present about aged features. "But I anticipate you're prepared to fulfill the terms of our deal, yes?" (for Saebyeok)

ㅤㅤㅤ𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐘  𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐔𝐄  𝐈𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃.  The  dojang  used  to  preach  it  like  religious  doctrine.  Loyalty.  Dedication.  She'd  given  both to  the  Kim  family  to  learn  their  art,  all  of  her  blood  and  sweat  and  every  ounce  of  fight  within  her  being  to  win  for  them.  For  a  while,  SaeByeok  deceived  herself  into  believing  that  would  be  worth  something.  Anything.  But  she  was  stupid  to  think  that.  Loyalty  is  a  pretty  word,  but  it  didn't  stop  her  from  being  pushed  aside  for  that  American  girl.  So  why,  then,  should  she  care  for  anything  beside  what  she  truly  needs?  Which  is,  and  always  has  been,  money.

ㅤㅤㅤYet  as  she  feels  his  eyes  pierce  into  hers,  unease  rises  within  her.  It  would  be  foolish  to  blindly  trust  this  man,  for  all  his  friendliness  and  the  promises  he  makes.  Some  of  it  sounds  too  good  to  be  true.  But  despite  her  misgivings,  SaeByeok  cannot  deny  that  he  has  made  good  on  his  word  thus  far.  Because  of  this  man,  she  and  her  brother  have  a place to live.  Cheol  does  not  have  to  stay  in  an  orphanage  anymore.  He  is  in  school,  he  has  new  clothes,  and  he  doesn't  have  to  worry  about  whether  or  not  he  gets  to  eat  every  day.  It  may  not  be  kindness  that  drives  this  man's  generosity,  but  does  that  really  matter  if  their  needs  are  being  met  anyhow?

PROMPTS FROM THE SERPENT AND THE WINGS OF NIGHT

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆ || @opponentcompel

The    sound    of    that    voice    never    failed    at    getting    a    reaction    out    of    him.    The    problem    was    that    he    was    far    too    stubborn    to    let    him    see    just    how    much    his    mere    existence    got    under    his    skin.    Instead,    he    kept    a    stead    hand    upon    his    drink    eyeing    the    various    hor    d'oeuvres    being    served    at    the    night's    mixer.    Most    of    the    senseis    were    going    through    the    motions,    smiling    politely    and    mingling    as    expected    of    them.    Even    Kreese    looked    to    be    behaving    himself,    but    Daniel    suspected    a    lot    of    that    had    to    do    with    Kim    and    the    leash    she    kept    him    on.    The    tournament    hosts    had    made    it    abundantly    clear    that    any    nonsense    would    result    in    forfeiting    their    spot    so    they    all    had    to    be    on    their    best    behavior.    Daniel    knew    this    well    and    yet...

"Bold    of    you    to    assume    that    I'm    afraid,"    he    muttered    under    his    breath.    "I'm    not    afraid    now    go    away,"    he    muttered    under    his    breath,    trying    to    keep    his    cool.    There    was    a    level    of    healthy    trepidation    when    it    came    to    Terry    Silver.    He    was    never    NOT    up    to    something,    but    even    so,    Daniel    had    to    force    himself    to    ignore    it    ---    ignore    him.    He    couldn't    allow    this    man    to    weasel    his    way    back    into    his    head    ---    not    when    the    kids    needed    him    focused    on    the    tournament.    He    couldn't    allow    himself    to    dwell    on    the    fact    that    this    asshole    had    him    tossed    in    a    cage    like    some    sheltered    dog.    The    whole    thing    stung    not    to    mention    added    a    crushing    blow    to    his    pride. 

She's gone over the time allotted to her in this little gym, staying a while after the rest of her team has all packed up to go get cleaned up for dinner, but no one from the next dojo has come knocking just yet, so Ravenna's routine extends itself indefinitely. There's no rush, just as she'd not felt rushed in the same way the rest of her team had when the clock had crept closer to the end of the window and most packed up before their time had completely run out.

Clipped onto the handle of her gym bag is a pink, padlock-shaped bluetooth speaker, and while it is certainly powerful enough to be loud, the sound it produces has a tinny, off-putting quality. This bag sits by the only exit--an open glass door set into glass walls--with its colorful contents spilled out around the plasticky canvas material.

She hasn't thought much about it in quite some time; the music has become white noise as she's focused on properly stretching after her workout. But, like most comforting background noise, she notices it when it suddenly dies out, unaccompanied by the proclamation of a low battery being the reason for its demise.

Someone powered the the device off.

"Hey! Who the fuck do you think that you are?" she snaps immediately, her high, generally melodic voice contrasting sharply with the punchy words that it forms.

She is in the wrong here for overstaying, but this man is touching her stuff without so much as announcing his presence prior to doing so; without even a warning, or staking his claim to the workout space. She's in the wrong, but she's prickly all the same.

"Don't touch my stuff, old man."