#reaperblck

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◆ oi pooper ◆ roper ◆ whateve ◆ can i drop a truth boomb on u ◆ u suck ◆ k bye

L O A D I N G … ░░█   A L L Y : @reaperblck A-Level Mission: The Enlightenment

the piece of paper had found its way back into her pocket, though her pocket was then on the new inside of her jacket. she had no idea where to look but she also simply knew. the lack of hints they gave her was excruciating, and her eyes kept squinting as if the world was too bright. what had they done to her? and why was she so hungry?

it was like the smell of food kept following her around, but she couldn’t spot a food stand anywhere nearby. when was even the last time she ate hot dogs? and glass hit the side of her head with her wrist, trying to get her to focus. she had assassins on her tail but she still managed to waste her attention with such unnecessary thoughts. her feets pushed her forward, but ‘forward’ was also the completely opposite direction from the bongeunsa temple. she had to find her weapon first.

glass kept her body always close to the walls, a hand running against it to keep herself stable. they had been trembling ever since she had awoken in that hell, but she wasn’t too worried about it. the reason for it was probably the same for why she kept sweating like a pig. and her also affected eyes made themselves busy by looking out for both mafia members and another candidate. she hoped to find someone from her faction, but the odds were against it.

this is the beginning of a journey.

xiii only struggles slightly under the things she carries in her arms - a console, controllers, and far too many games than could be played in just one afternoon.  but she’s bringing them all anyway, a way to educate the unfortunate soul who doesn’t seem to know what her name was even inspired by, taken from.  and how could anyone not know kingdom hearts? 

she’s certain that when reaper plays through the games, he’ll understand.  but as of right now, he doesn’t quite know xiii is coming over, much less that she’s carrying quite the load with her.  he’s going to play through the series, and she’s going to watch him do it - provided that she doesn’t fall asleep, of course.

this is the beginning of reaper’s journey, and so she knocks on his door.

                                     ⚠︎ !   ━━   ..   ..  PROCEED _ WITH _ CAUTION   ▇▇  ▇▇       <     SHE’S A TICKING TIME BOMB   //:    >     ✖︎   ✖︎     @reaperblck

every time she’s at the bar, she always sees this really weird kid.  it’s not the way he looks .. to be fair, he looks pretty normal. maybe a little scrawny for someone in vermilion, but that’s not bombshell’s business.  how he survives in his own faction isn’t her problem, and she’s not about to make it hers.  but there is something weird about him, and it starts when he opens his mouth.

there’s always something that doesn’t quite add up.  bombshell’s heard a number of his stories, too many of them actually - she shouldn’t be drinking this much, but it’s not like it’ll kill her.  not with the way the collective works .. their bodies are too tough to be beaten by a little bit of alcohol.  it gets her drunk, but it < probably > won’t do enough damage to fuck her up in the long run. but anyway, back to reaper and the bar - 

she’s always there when he opens his mouth and just starts spewing his word vomit.  bombshell’s never said anything about it before, but every time he tells his story, there’s always something .. different.  it’s not every day that you get to hear a candidate talk so openly about their past life, so most of the time, she’s paying attention and that’s how she’s picked up on the details.  one time, he has an older sister.  the next time, she’s younger.  the next time entirely, it’s actually a brother.  then he’s a spoiled only child.

his parents are rich.  his parents are poor.  a baker.  a lawyer.  a housewife.  she really can’t tell what the fuck his problem is, if he actually believes the shit that comes out of his mouth because he never looks like he’s lying about it - or if he’s just .. telling lies.  he could just be a damn good liar.

this time though, bombshell has something to say about it, and it’s mostly because this time - out of all the times he’s actually started slurring out his stories - he’s actually talking to her.  “ hey, what the fuck is your problem, anyway? you know you never tell the same story twice, right?”  her brow raises, and then she downs her shot.  

ft. @reaperblck

apparently, the last time was not a lesson learnt. bishop should stop trying to smuggle the cat (he’s still not calling it his) out of the complex and submit an official application to keep a pet already, but part of him still believes there’s a better home out there for the guy. the collective keeps its players in the lap of luxury, but all the money and comfort in the world doesn’t matter when they’re basically paid killers. does he want this epitome of cuteness, a tiny helpless life relying on him, to grow up in that sort of atmosphere? no way. 

but it’s been three days and he’s already bought way too many cat toys, allowed it to shred his favorite shirts, and given it a name. its face, coloring, and eyes remind bishop too much of his boyfriend’s cat before… before blcktmpl happened. even though he knows it’s not the same animal, he’s lonely and desperate to cling onto any remnant of his past. so the kitten becomes ‘byeol’ even though he hasn’t decided to keep it yet—a temporary name, just for now. just until he finds someone who deserves it more. 

“byeollie,” he whispers now, trying to convince the kitten to stay where he needs it to. the lump in his shirt makes it look like he has a beer gut, but they only need to manage like this for a couple more blocks. just far away enough from the complex that bishop can relax his guard. trying to buy cat food should not be this stressful, honestly, but he’s too worried about leaving byeol alone in his apartment to make the trip by himself. still, they’re doing pretty well. no scratches this time and byeol is somewhat better behaved—

“wait, byeol!” or not. the kitten takes a small tumble to the floor, then darts ahead of him. bishop immediately breaks into a run, desperate to get a hold of the guy before something terrible can happen. thankfully he’s fast and byeol is confused; he manages to scoop the kitten up with one hand a couple of seconds later—

@reaperblck

Maybe he looks stupid, he really can’t be sure. He’s always made such notes to control his appearance- the way he seems in other’s eyes- that actually doing something that might change what people think of him too much is a bit... odd for him. He can’t bring himself to mind, though. He can’t hate the feeling of the rain dripping down his face even if the torrential downpour is far too intense to be normally comfortable. He likes the feeling of rain. He likes the sound of it even when it’s this hard and heavy. Even though his hair and clothes are completely soaked through he doesn’t bother to budge from his place on the bench. His face is turned upward toward the sky- eyes closed. Somehow it feels refreshing.

In movies rain is always used as symbolism for new beginnings or cleansing. The hero steps into the rain after committing a murder and, in the logic of the movie, that sin is washed away. It can also be used as an amplifier for bad emotions- like anger or sadness. Crying in the rain is a trope that, in a way, Hangman appreciates. The drops of water hide any real tears. Of course, it’s still obvious from a person’s expression when they cry. Not as much on TV or in the movies, perhaps, but in real life at least. He’s always had a harder time watching movies... He can always pick up on all of the slightly incorrect quirks the actors have when emoting. Being a character analyst has truthfully made entertainment near impossible.

He lets out a breath and opens his eyes for just a moment- allowing himself to look forward. His vision is obscured enough without his glasses, but this is just ridiculous. The rain is so heavy that it’s hard to see very far into the Seoul streets. It wouldn’t be too shocking if someone managed to get into a wreck in this weather... Then again, it is night now. The only areas where the rain is completely visible are in the street lights. The rest of it is obscured with the darkness. In a way, the lights look better that way. There’s something beautiful about the downpour. He just wishes he had more ability to express that... outwardly.

Then again, if he could that would ruin everything, wouldn’t it?

He turns his head slowly as he notices a slightly different sound coming somewhere from within the darkness and downpour. If he’s not mistaken, that’s the sound of someone growing closer- likely running through the rain considering most people’s feeling toward it. He only stares out of habit. If the approaching figure is just passing by, he can go back to relaxing. If there’s a reason to stop and talk, he can. It’s not exactly difficult for him to manage either. What’s important is that he maintains his robotic image, even if the rain perhaps leaves a threat of rust.

When the figure is a bit closer he gets a closer look. Another guy- though he could be older or younger. Korean, though that’s not even a small shock as far as Hangman is concerned. It seems that this stranger has also been stuck in the rain for quite some time considering how soaked he is... For a moment, he reacts almost on instinct. He’s speaking without thinking first.