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Juvenile Hunter
Am I... A bad boy?
Indie Mikhail RP blog. Click navigate for more info. I track my tag.
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destricystare:
Finishing a fight, Maverick was about to go back to her apartment. However a dark shadow passed just above her head, immediately looking up and freezing with her blade ready to cut whoever would plan on attacking her.
A boy.
A boy was standing on the roof next to her, thick BLOOD dripping from it. With the sun hurting her pale eyes, it was hard to tell his affiliation, but there seemed to be no outfit from the Paulklee guild, nor tags hanging around his neck. ‘Could it be Spa– NO, he is shorter.’
A few jumps later she joined the child, scanning him from head to toe. Big was the blonde’s surprise as she glanced at the opened corpse. A butchery. One that forced a smile on her face due to what she found next.
B…0?
“Are you the one who killed it?”
Maverick asked in a cold tone, lifting her weapon to point at him.
There was a corpse lying next to him, nothing more than a mess of meat and blood. Mikhail had just been about to take his trophies, when someone had landed in front of him. He jumped back a little, eying the blond in sheer distrust.
He wasn’t sure why he was continuing this game anymore. Erika had abandoned him, and he’d been thrown aside like trash. Corsica and Monroe alike had cast him out.
“Yes.” He nodded his head at the woman, a smile twitching on his young features.
“It was dirty.”
Collateral
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do not make the demon precious how dare you
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ciiphra replied to your post:[ cookies-and-corpses is a sweetie.]
also if u havent noticed that person who deleted your cap uses your promo as blog/mobile banner too
[I saw and I told my friends. I was a little scared to confront them since my blog is so new, but Mel was kind of ‘no this is not okay’ and yh. Thank you for letting me know friend.]
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small-twilight-doug:
juvenhail:
Tugs on a dreadlock.
“I want it.”
Whines slightly placing his hand over his head. “You can’t have it.. Not mine anyway.” Who was this kid?
He pulled a face, looking put out. “My hair’d never go all... Puffy like that.”
“Your hair is so soft…”
Blinks. “Is it really?”
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Picking Fights
He needed more tags. He and Erika didn’t have enough as far as he was concerned, and he wanted them to win their game.
So he’d gone off on his own, and he’d picked off Twilights like animals for the slaughter. He’d already managed to get three tags in an evening, and he wanted one more before heading back. Without organised slaughter it was harder to pick fights, and he didn’t want to be caught. It took a while, to find Twilights on their own.
It just so happened that he found Bandit next, down a dirty little alleyway.
“Uncle!”
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Tugs on a dreadlock.
“I want it.”
“Your hair is so soft…”
Blinks. “Is it really?”
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justicebound:
Ryu turned around and then…. looked down.
He stared at the short boy, seemingly completely on his own. With a blink of surprise he bent down to the boy’s height, “Ah, hello there,” he tilted his head, “of course I can help you, are you lost?”
He had a nice voice. Mikhail was momentarily distracted by it, before the man’s actual words processed. He wasn’t lost, but a little lie wouldn’t hurt. He doubted the police officer would give him the time of day otherwise.
And he did want this man’s time. He wasn’t entirely sure why.
“I am.” He stuck out his bottom lip, putting emphasis on the last word. “Mr Police Man, can I stay with you until my mummy comes back?”
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smartlittlenurse:
Then what could they guess? It left the small girl both confused and curious, although curiosity often leads to trouble. For a moment she almost thought it would be a normal game until Mikhail mentioned the need of a penalty for the loser.
“Why… not? You mean, a penalty as in a punishment?”
It’s not as if Nina had much choices but to accept, her eyes revealing a certain fear.
Her confusion was weird. That was just how games were played, right? They were the games he was used to - the games he’d grown up with. Punishment was an insentive to win.
It was why collecting the tags was so important. He didn’t want to be a loser. Bad things happened to losers.
“Of course, Niiiina. The bag isn’t as fun because you know what’s in it. We can both make up numbers...”
Child's play
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deaf-mercxnary:
“WhO aRe YoU”,he barely spoke yet this kid didn’t know sign language yet he was disoriented when he spoke.
“Mikhail! Who are you?”
[Who are you?]
Was - was he signing? Mikhail didn’t know sign language, and the confusion probably showed on his face.
“I have noooo idea what you’re doing.”
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destricystare:
Imagine Maverick looking at Mikhail killing a Twilight and be like “This is my boy, never touch him or I’ll fuck you up. Look at how he is destroying that scum, aw.”
juvenhail
[whispers adopt my child.]
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[Who are you?]
Was - was he signing? Mikhail didn’t know sign language, and the confusion probably showed on his face.
“I have noooo idea what you’re doing.”
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smartlittlenurse:
juvenhail:
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He stared for a moment, the smile having been wiped off of his face. Rather than take the hint, he jogged to follow her.
“You’re a meanie, big sister.” His words were condescending, like when children taunted each other. His tone had become almost insistent “Play with me.”
Nina knew he wasn’t oblivious, but the boy also seemed to give her an order. Normally, she would have adored being called ‘big sister’, finding the term endearing, but as it camed from his mouth, it sounded different than what she imagined. Not wanting to irritate the already slightly annoyed male, she replied while stopping her walk.
“Fine. And, what would you like to play?”
“A guessing game!” He repeated, moving to stand in front of her once again. “Buuuuut, not the bag this time.”
“Oh! Oh we could use numbers, big sister.” He bit at his lower lip in thought, sharp teeth puncturing the soft flesh. “But there has’ta be a penalty. Those are the rules.”
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smartlittlenurse:
Nina at juvenhail in some minutes.
1v1 me, scrub
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prodigialiis:
The boy turns, not at the sound of the words, more like the vibrations, and just stands there, holding onto his katana tightly. another twilight…? no…what? He doesn’t know if the other is or not, but there is something only too disturbing about the younger boy that makes Nicolas, one of the strongest in the area, to break off running in a cold sweat.
Yet he fears even then he would not get away.
Slow to answer as always, the older nods his head to acknowledge what he read on his lips. He would always defend himself when push came to shove, but for right now, he didn’t see any harm in engaging in conversation.
- !!
Mikhail liked him. He was quiet and mysterious, with an air that reminded him a little bit of Erika. The child cocked his head to the side curiously, eyes brimming with mischief.
“Oooo~...Were you bad, big brother?”
Mikhail’s entire demeanour was one of naivety, the words only a secondary reflection of that. He was the polar opposite to the almost stoic child in front of him. He wondered what had happened - why this kid hadn’t even bothered talking.
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smartlittlenurse:
juvenhail:
She had a nice voice. It was soft and sweet - nothing like what he was used to. He spent most of his time around Erica and Ivan, and neither were particularly _gentle_ people.
“Hey - hey, what’s in the bag?” He changed topics easily, attention focused on what she was holding. “We should play a game.”
“I bet I can guess what you’ve got - can I guess?”
There was slight strange change in his voice, worrisome even. Same went for the smile, Nina holding closer the bag as she turned around, giving him a wave before walking.
“Just food, so you don’t need to guess. It was nice to encounter you but I have to hurry now. Bye!”
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He stared for a moment, the smile having been wiped off of his face. Rather than take the hint, he jogged to follow her.
“You’re a meanie, big sister.” His words were condescending, like when children taunted each other. His tone had become almost insistent “Play with me.”
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[Screams softly about FMAB Pride and Mikhail being friends.]
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