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czigonas · 1 year

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Turn Rivers Into Reservoirs

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"So how’d you get here from there?” “It’s kind of a long story,” Obi-wan hedges. Silas just gives him a look, pulls out two more bottles of tihaar, and starts pouring a fresh round.

[This is a direct sequel to This Abjured Land of Bliss and may not make sense without that context.] All Hallows JangObi Week Day 7: Celebrations

Under the cut for length. Also on AO3. Mando'a is in-line translated here, hovertext enabled on AO3.

They’re well on their way back to Manda'yaim [Mandalore], leaving the mess on the unnamed moon to the Jedi and their Shadows, when Jaster invites Jango and Obi-wan to have dinner with his council. They take over the ship’s command centre rather than eating in the mess, covering the low holotable so as to not damage the surface and settling on the small couches and soft chairs that ring it. Jango is more relaxed around others, now, confident in his knowledge of the galaxy since he and Obi-wan had the chance to sort through his returning memories while they were visiting the AgriCorps Chapter House.

The food is good, hearty and filling, and accompanied by thick, black beer and a sweet, fizzy fruit drink Obi-wan had picked up on Garqi. Once they’re sated and Obi-wan has made sure his apprentice is settled in their berth for the night cycle, Jaster hauls out a bottle of some stronger spirits and pours them all a round. The conversation mostly sticks to lighter topics, but invariably it turns towards the years that both Obi-wan and Jango had been gone and, of course, curiosity over their lives on the other side.

Kuuran is the one to actually bring it up, gesturing at the pair of them tucked together on one of the couches. “We got most of Jango’s version already, but not yours, Ob’ika. So how’d you get here from there?”

Obi-wan groans, debating the merits of just physically hiding behind Jango as the man’s family leans forward in interest. Unfortunately, Jango looks like he wants to hear the answer also, so he’ll be no help.

“It’s kind of a long story,” he hedges.

Silas just gives him a look, pulls out two more bottles of tihaar, and starts pouring a fresh round. Obi-wan sighs deeply enough to make Jango chuckle and jostle him with an elbow. Jaster watches them both indulgently and Obi-wan feels a flash of guilt that he and Jango haven’t actually gotten around to telling the Mand'alor [Sole leader] yet that they’re going to get married. He downs his shot and fidgets with the glass, wondering where to start.

“We both ended up in the military over there, which is where we met. We were in the same unit and it was near the end of the cycle. We’d been sent out on patrol but it wasn’t supposed to be dangerous. No one expected any actual contact, though we were, of course, all ready for it if it happened.”

“So of course trouble found you,” Cazne sighs, wiggling his fingers at Obi-wan until he passes over his cup. The twi’lek pours an extra generous measure before handing it back.

“Yes,” Obi-wan agrees, pressing a little further into Jango’s side as he accepts the new drink. “Without going into too much detail, we were captured and the rest of the unit was killed. They had us for…”

“Months,” Jango interrupts roughly.

“Yeah. It wasn’t a vacation, that’s for sure,” Obi-wan laughs unhappily. “But neither of us gave them whatever it was they wanted, and one day they did something new.”

“New?” Tr’sush hums through their vocoder.

“Ah… different from their usual, yeah. They took me down some new hallway; it just felt different, even if I couldn’t see it, you know?” He takes a sip of tihaar, checking on Jango out of the corner of his eye as he savours the light, fruity flavour over the potent burn of the alcohol. “They brought me out into a courtyard and, uh, well. It looked like something out of a bad horror holofilm, to be honest.”

He gestures loosely, nose scrunching as he tries to find the words to describe just how cheesy the whole setup had looked. “There was this big ritual circle? Drawn on the ground in paint, I think, and a weird altar thing at one side like some zerek-grade interpretation of an old Sith ritual. There were also candles everywhere. Why they needed lit candles in the middle of the day, I don’t know. Certainly didn’t add to the ambiance.”

He knows he sounds like he doesn’t quite believe what was there, but it really was just that weird to see. Out of place with the rest of the filthy stone bunker they’d been kept in. Cazne and Silas both crack a laugh, and he can see Jaster and Kuuran hiding smiles as well. Tr’sush tilts their helmet just enough that Obi-wan knows they’re also deeply amused. He takes another drink, waiting until the room settles again.

“So, how did the bad holofilm set get you to us?” Kuuran prompts with a smile.

Obi-wan scrubs a hand through his hair, looking rather embarrassed. “Well, they wanted to sacrifice me, I think, but I had the shiv Jango gave me and I stabbed one of them before they could stab me, and it activated the circle. I landed just outside the Mand'alor [Sole leader]’s camp right as they were being approached by a group of jedi.”

Jaster scoffs, shaking his head good-naturedly and pouring himself another shot. “Pretty sure you gave no few people on that field heart attacks with your appearance, Ob’ika, myself included.”

Obi-wan flushes, glancing at Jango beside him. “Yes, well… they wanted to soften me up before they--”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Silas waves his hands, cutting Obi-wan off. “He gave you a weapon?”

Jango raises an unimpressed eyebrow at them over the glass of tihaar he’s nursing and answers for the jedi. “Elek [Yes].”

“That you made?” Kuuran clarifies, leaning forward intently, interest and mischief warring in her expression. “While you guys were prisoners?”

“Elek [Yes],” Jango drawls again, daring anyone to challenge the claim.

“And you killed at least one person with it?” Silas jumps back in, turning to Obi-wan who is looking between them all, not quite sure where this line of questioning is leading.

“Yes?” He doesn’t mean to sound hesitant, but this feels significant and he seems to be the only one who doesn’t know what’s going on.

“Oh, that’s so romantic,” Cazne coos dreamily, looking like he might be blinking back tears.

Jango doesn’t look surprised when the jedi turns to him with furrowed brows. He gives a smirk and blatantly runs his gaze appreciatively over Obi-wan’s body, just to watch the blush stain his cheeks again.

“Do you still have it?” Tr’sush asks before he can get any more flustered.

There’s a loaded silence, everyone staring at Obi-wan in curiosity and Obi-wan staring back blankly. Ever so slowly, he twists his wrist, careful not to spill his drink, and pulls a thin blade from the folds of his arm wraps. It’s nothing special - it was a prison shiv, so of course it wouldn’t be that fancy - but the blade is both curved and tapered and the semi-shaped handle is wrapped neatly in sturdy fabric. Jango shifts forward to inspect it and nods in satisfaction at seeing it well cared for. Silas whistles low as he, too, leans in for a look.

Jaster barks out a laugh and downs his shot. “Congratulations on your engagement, then, and welcome to the family, Ob’ika.”

Obi-wan nearly drops the knife at that. “What?”

Silas starts chuckling again, but Cazne nods seriously even as his lekku twitch with amusement. “Like, I said, it’s very romantic. He gave you a weapon and you used it in defence of both yourself and your future. If you hadn’t fallen through that portal, you would have used the knife to get back to Jango and break yourselves out, right?”

“I probably would have picked up at least one of their guns,” Obi-wan clarifies slowly, watching Jango in his peripheral vision again. “But yes, the end goal was to get us both free and back to base.”

“Traditionally, there is a full exchange,” Tr’sush explained further. “So far, Jango has only proposed, but you have not necessarily accepted.”

“For that, I would offer a weapon in return?” Obi-wan hums, considering.

Kuuran gently waves off his concern. “Or a culturally appropriate equivalent, since you aren’t mando’ade [mandalorian].”

Obi-wan relaxes at that, sparking curiosity all around. Jaster pauses with his glass half-raised and watches them both with weary amusement. “Wayii [Good grief]… did Jan’ika actually propose second?”

“Depends on how you look at it,” the jedi smiles slyly, grinning wider when Jango lets out a noise of protest. “The custom over there, in the places we thought we were from, was to exchange rings. Once for the engagement, and again for the marriage. I had a set waiting for us at base and was going to ask after that last patrol.”

“Only because Supply liked you better,” Jango grumbles goodnaturedly.

Obi-wan pats his knee with mock sympathy, not protesting at all when Jango captures his hand to twine their fingers together. “But no,” he continues, expression softening, “Jango got his proposal in first by the customs of this side.”

“But you have asked, haven’t you,” Jaster observes shrewdly.

It’s Jango’s turn to smirk, but he doesn’t keep them in suspense for long. From his pocket he pulls a coil of thin, braided cord - brilliant blue, deep green, and faintly shimmering white - knotted and capped with a carved bone spike on each end.

“I had the bone already,” Obi-wan explains, reaching over to run a finger along one of the spikes. “Traditionally, it should come from your last kill, but I’m pretty sure she ended up in a sarlacc, so these are juvenile scyk fangs that I was gifted by my apprentice’s tribe, instead. The cords I picked up on Garqi, since I wasn’t exactly carrying the proper supplies around on a whim.”

There are a few snorts of agreement; Jaster stands, circling the holotable to give them both a soft, heartfelt kov’nyn [forehead press]. Silas pours everyone a fresh shot, raising it in salute. “We’ll have a proper celebration when we get back to Keldabe but, for now, oya [cheers]!”

“Oya [Cheers]!”

Kuuran slaps Jaster on his shoulder as he settles back in his seat. “See! You’re gonna get Ob’ika for a kid anyway! You could’ve let one of us try and adopt him before.”

Obi-wan groans and buries his face in his hands as Jango perks up beside him. “How many offers did he get?”

“None,” Tr’sush huffs, exasperation audible even through the vocoder. “Mand'alor [Sole leader] staked a claim and never followed through.”

“I was letting him get comfortable with us before just springing it on him!” Jaster protests. “It’s not my fault he left before I could!”

Cazne leans towards the couple on the couch as the others settle into a good-natured argument. “We still have your beskar’gam [mandalorian armour], Ob’ika,” he murmurs conspiratorially. “Maybe now you’ll wear it for longer than a few hours at a time, hm?”

“Ben, you have armour already and didn’t tell me?” Jango raises his eyebrows, giving Obi-wan another flirtatiously assessing look.

“I didn’t think they’d kept it,” he answers with a frown. “I did leave quite abruptly."

“Mm,” Jango hums sceptically, wrapping his arm around Obi-wan as Cazne politely turns his attention back to the ongoing debate, breaking in to needle whichever of them seems to be winning in the moment. “Well, I’m afraid I’m going to be on their side about you wearing it.”

“I’ve already heard all of their reasons and countered them,” Obi-wan huffs in return, even as he curls into the hold and settles his head on Jango’s shoulder. “But perhaps, for you, I can be persuaded.”

Jango laughs under his breath, pressing a swift kiss to Obi-wan’s temple before they settle back to watch their family cheerfully bicker amongst themselves, contentment woven around them like a warm blanket.

#star wars #all hallows jangobi 2022 #jango fett #obi wan kenobi #jangobi #day 7: celebrations #fanfic #this abjured land of bliss

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caffeineivore · 2 years

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By request of @nelwynp

The Caribbean cruise is, of course, just the means to get the customer isolated but within reach. Nacio isn’t complaining, though—not when the last shipment had him camped out in a rat-trap motel in the slums of Detroit’s east side. He joins the line of tourists lining up for a photo opportunity at the start of the gangplank, holding a life preserver and backdropped by the luxury ocean liner, and blends in well enough with his aviators and a vibrant Hawaiian shirt. Distantly, he hears upbeat reggae music being played on the Lido deck, but he makes his way to his cabin with his bags.

The customer is three doors down from him, a mild-mannered, middle-aged man with a paunch and a receding hairline who could have passed for anyone’s benevolent accountant uncle. The tab, though, presents a shadier picture of a man who’d profited excessively off the thriving coastal drug trade for years before ripping off the wrong party. Nacio has no more respect for the client than the customer—in the dog eat dog world of organized crime and narcotics trafficking, there are no innocents—but it’s no nevermind of his to eliminate a man who’d laundered millions of dollars’ worth of cocaine profits through a series of casinos and nightclubs before he’d gotten too greedy for his own good. Not when the cost had come in the forms of countless street murders and robberies, of teenagers OD-ing scared and alone in dirty alleys and chilly emergency rooms. Nacio unpacks his bags—toiletries, changes of clothing, a laptop and a cell phone with their chargers, before turning his attention to his briefcase and stowing the most important contents in the cabin’s safe. Passport, credit cards, a thousand dollars in unmarked small bills, medical-grade nitrile gloves, and a vial of Azinphos-methyl crystals. After he gets himself settled in, he makes his way up to one of the numerous bars aboard the cruise ship to get a better feel for the environs and stake out the customer.

“What’ll you be having, sugar?”

The girl manning the bar is a knockout, all gorgeous auburn curls and curves in the right places, and Nacio can’t help the grin sliding across his face. “I’m partial to rum. Maybe a Captain’s and coke.”

“Tsk, tsk, I know you didn’t get on a luxury cruise without planning to go all out. Have you ever tried a Hurricane?”

“Nope,” Nacio says easily. Even more stunning than her rack—shown off to excellent advantage in the sleeveless black v-neck that seemed to be the uniform of the crew—are her eyes, which are the bright green of palm fronds blowing in the wind. He matches her grin with one of his own. “What’s that?”

“A fruity cocktail served in its own special glass. What else would you be getting on a tropical vacation, though? Don’t worry, I promise you won’t lose your man-card over it.” She winks. “Not that you could.”

“All right, I’ll play.” Nacio leans back in his bar stool and watches her graceful movements as she mixes some undoubtedly sugary monstrosity in an oversized cocktail glass, even adding in an orange twist, a cherry and an umbrella. He slides a twenty across the bar and accepts the drink. “So, if I end up liking this, can I get your name, Amor?”

“You can get it anyway. It’s Mallory. Mallory King. Nice to meet you.”

Her fingers are cool from the ice and the bottles, and strong. Nacio lays a kiss on her knuckles, and his grin widens as she blushes. “Indeed, the pleasure’s all mine. I think I’m going to enjoy this trip.”

“Oh, we want all of you to enjoy this trip! How’s the drink?” She’s all friendliness as he takes a sip, and it is absolutely as fruity and sugary as it looks.

“Probably a lot more potent than it tastes, but hey, as you said, it’s a cruise to the Bahamas. I’m Nacio, by the way. Are you from this area?”

“Sort of. It’s a summer job for now, until I finish culinary school. What about you? What do you do?”

Nacio, who’d had all sorts of cover stories and aliases in his time at the Distillery, almost freezes at the pure, forthright friendliness of her gaze. He doesn’t want to lie, not really, but she’s just another passing acquaintance on another tab. “Erm. Sales. But my life is boring. I’d like to know more about you.”

“Well, that might have to wait.” Mallory eyes an elderly couple making their way to another pair of bar stools a few feet down. “I have some work to do. Maybe I’ll catch you later?”

“I hope you do.”

She breezes off, and Nacio definitely nurses his froufy cocktail for way too long as he watches her work. He almost misses the customer making his own way towards the bar, but catches the man as he sits down in one corner, barking into his cell phone as he gulps his beer. The guy snaps his fingers for another beer almost as soon as he finishes the first and makes no eye contact whatsoever even as Mallory brings him his refill. What an asshole. Nacio finds himself less and less sympathetic the longer he watches.

It's not at all difficult to slip the contents of the vial into the man’s midnight room service caviar—and what type of douchebag ordered caviar at dead of night, anyway? Nothing happens, at least not on that evening, but when he gets a cramp during a scuba diving excursion and drowns, it’s ruled a tragic accident. The check clears before Nacio is even back onboard during a walking tour of Nassau, and he laughs at himself as he stops by one of the stalls manned by local children, buys a necklace made of pink seashells patterned like flowers. It’s the last night of the cruise, and he might as well celebrate with someone.

He's sure that Mallory has seen all the possible tourist-trappy type things that people buy on these gigs, but the glow in her pretty eyes tells him she appreciates the gesture, nonetheless. By sheer dumb luck, he leaves the boat with her number, and he makes a point to give her a call once he gets back home.

Tequila talks shit about the dopey look on his face for a straight month and a half.

#writing

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wildcard-rumi · 1 year

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You've probably done it before but :) Sonic for the fandom ask game! ^^

I actually haven't. Tbf I've got basically no asks for the past few months.

5 Favourite Characters:

Shadow The Hedgehog (When written well)

Silver The Hedgehog

Miles 'Tails' Prower (When written well)

Blaze The Cat

Sonic The Hedgehog (When written well)

3 OTPs:

I honestly don't really ship any of the characters in the Sonic series. Don't really know why, but I've never really felt like romance was needed, I just enjoy the friendship and found family between the characters.

I guess the characters I've come closest to shipping are probably Tangle and Whisper from the IDW comics 'cause those girls are pretty dang fruity and it's adorable.

Funniest Character:

I think, consistently, probably Eggman because even when the games had crappy writing, he still had some pretty good lines and Mike Pollock really made them work as best they could.

But also, I quite like Sticks from Sonic Boom, more specifically, the cartoon. But she's great because her character type is the type that could easily become very annoying if not handled correctly but they managed to make her really funny and I hope to see her in more stuff.

Prettiest Character:

I guess probably Blaze? I dunno, I like her colour scheme and her outfit and hairstyle have a regal feeling to them, which makes sense considering she's a princess. Also, maybe Rouge? Her outfit's great, especially the boots.

Most Badass Character:

Shadow, and that's excluding the whole using guns and riding motorcycles from his game. He was already badass, they didn't need to make him do all that stuff.

Character I'd Like As My BFF:

Honestly, it would probably have to be Sonic actually. And to clarify once again, well he's written well. So get the Meta Era Sonic out of here, not him. He's honestly one of the sweetest characters. It's really endearing how much he cares about his friends, but also, he cares too much and ends up putting himself in danger for them. But even without that, he always encourages them when they're down or anxious, he listens when they need someone to talk to, if they've got a sort of rivalry he will playfully tease them and egg them on because he knows they'll do the same right back.

It's honestly kinda funny how, when I was a kid Sonic was the coolest thing ever, but now that I'm an adult, he's the cutest. I just wanna give him a hug.

Character That's Ruined My Life:

It's probably a tie between Shadow and Silver.

Shadow, because his introduction into the series was easily one of the best and he was written so well (like do y'all remember that Shadow actually suffered from PTSD and you can see him experiencing those symptoms??? Sega doesn't.). And then he got an overly edgy game of his own and became a meme of Edgy The Hedgey and then Sega started to actually write him that way and it sucks. Like, honestly after seeing how the main cast were fixed in Frontiers, I am begging for them to fix Shadow next. He needs it. He needs it so bad. Write him well again, please. I am screaming and crying and biting, write him well.

And Silver, because he has so much potential. Like he had the misfortune of debuting in Sonic 06, a game well-known for being just a little bit of a trainwreck... But his personality and convictions and struggles were all really engaging and could very easily work for other stories. But then he appeared in the two Rivals games with some weird changes and it seems like the only storyline they had for him was "His future timeline is in danger so he comes back to Sonic's time to fix it" and the idea of him doing that over and over and over again... That just seems kinda cruel... Which sucks because I know Silver can be so much more.

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minifruits · 3 months

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New au idea 👁️👁️

Chase×Jackie

Enemies to lovers

Dirtbike au

#art #drawing #fan art #jacksepticeye #jse art #chase bro average #chase brody #jse jackieboy man #jackieboy man #jackie #ego shipping #ship art #new au #fruity makes up some sort of story line #fruity makes au #au #dirtbike au

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scribeittomepodcast · 1 year

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Josh's Story for Prompt #1: "Last Ply On The Roll"

I tell people that I am an Aroma Quality Specialist at a mid-tier disposable tissue manufacturer. Really, I’m a toilet paper sniffer. It’s even the official job title on my tax form.

When I first told my sister, she asked if there was any human chocolate involved. A natural thing to ask and it is a common misconception but I told her, “No. In fact, your checking so that it smells like the exact opposite.”

Toilet paper companies have been in a sort of arms race since the 50’s trying to find this mythical non-existent scent. Some companies have tried to experiment with certain fruity smells for their wipes every several years but it has never gained traction, often resulting in a recall due to rash based health concerns. So they pay guys like me 70k a year to check that each QA batch of TP is as close to odorless as possible. Every once in a while, they will get me up to R&D to test a new formula.

Do I notice a difference? Hell no. I got this job by being able to discern the difference between a Coke and a Pepsi. It was a perfect job for someone who doesn’t have much going on and prefers to keep it that way.

Then, a couple weeks ago, they gave me a notice that I was being let go. Company was going through a restructuring and figured one way to “reallocate funds” was reduce the amount of sniffers from 3 to 1. Ryan, a young kid who started here right after high school, got to keep his job and I get why. He has a younger nose and as far as I know, doesn’t do drugs or smoke. He says its “to keep the goods in shape.”

The other sniffer, Darlene, says she doesn’t mind. She was going to retire next year anyway so the severance package will do her just fine.

I wish the two of them luck. I really do. Now, I just wondering what the heck I’m going to do. I could always look for another job as a sniffer but the position can be hard to come by and I’ve heard that they have made the hiring test a lot harder.

I could get an early retirement but the money will never last me till the end and I will have to be one of those semi-retirees that work odd jobs for the rest of their life.

Maybe I can go back to gambling but then again, that’s a gamble. I keep running the same set of ideas through my head, trying to make a decision.

“Fresh roll!” yelled Ryan from the start of the conveyor belt.

A line of toilet paper rolls start streaming down my way. I take one off the line and hold it in my hands, thinking about how this is the first of the last rolls of toilet paper I will ever sniff. ______________________________________________________________

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origincomicsblog · 1 year

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RedFace #1 (18+ Explicit Content)

(Art by ArtFrenzyBoris on DeviantArt and Tumblr)

Detroit - Michigan, United States

It was nighttime in the dungy city of Detroit. Most of the streets were void of people along with very few cars on the roads.

Several homeless people walked around the city as with most people being extremely shady. With most of them looking like they belong to some sort of gang, or just a few thugs waiting for a prime target to ambush.

A bar sat in the eastern part of Detroit, an unassuming bar which most people would call 'ratty' and 'shady'.

Inside the bar itself was a bit dungy. Mostly made out of wood with a deer head on the wall, stains on the tables and floor, cracked windows, and other disconcerting amenities.

The bar was mostly devoid of people. With the only people in the bar late at night was the female bartender, a young woman sitting at a table, and a booth where several men were sitting. The men were loud and rowdy, clearly drunk and were just ready to start picking on anyone who catches their attention.

"You gotta be shittin' me... You serious?" Asked one of the men at the booth as another laughed.

"Hehehe, yeah. After we 'took care' of several moles in the organization, apparently some dumb kids found their bodies in the river. When the local news station reported on the dead bodies, they stated how they believed that Roberto Brambilla was behind it. They even brought up all the different rumors that he's a crime boss. Now THAT, was fucking stupid. Spreading fake news like that. I actually sent the head of the studio a message to back off, or he'll pay. He said how he was not afraid to stand up to us anymore. So, I gave the stupid prick a wake up call. I kidnapped his little girl, and sent her to him in pieces. I told him that if any other news story popped up, that connected the name 'Roberto Brambilla' to any sort of crime, we'll own them. We'll own the building, we'll own the cameras, we'll own the fruity makeup artists, and we'll own THEM. I told him that if he stepped out of line again, I would take care of his wife and two other little girls. And I'll make the stupid motherfucker watch! Hahahaha!" Chuckled the man sadistically along with all of his friends.

"These dumb fucking pricks need to learn, this is Brambilla's town. I mean, hell, he already has the Black mob, the Mexican mob, and all the different gangs in Detroit under his boot. Even the police department." Said another member of the group who took a bite of his food.

"I mean, hell. A few months ago I hit a kid with my car. You should've seen it, the brat looked like an action figure with all of its limbs bent the wrong way. It was such a shame, it practically wrecked my car. But, since I work under Roberto, all of it was practically brushed under the rug. If his parents don't want to end up in a hole in the ground." Stated another one of the gangsters who took a sip of his drink. The men continued to laugh and holler, before they stopped as one of the men tapped another one of them on his shoulder and pointed to the young woman at the next table over.

"Hey, Jack, go hit on that dame over there. She has a nice ass on her. Why don't you use that 'black magic' of yours? Maybe you can score tonight." Suggested one of the men as the gangster named Jack. The same man who murdered the News station boss' daughter, stood up and walked over to the woman.

"Hey there, sweetie. What's a pretty thing like you doing here all alone? You want me to buy you a drink?" Asked the thug as the woman only glanced at the man before timidly looking back down at her drink she was working on.

"Uhh... No thanks. I'm not interested."

"Com'on babe. I'm trying to be nice here. How 'bout I buy you just one little drink?" Asked Jack in a slimy fashion, as his friends started to cheer him on.

"I said no." Said the woman, with more assertiveness this time.

As the men were hitting on her, they paused for a moment and looked over as the door to the bar opened up.

Creek...

As the door to the restaurant soon opened up, a dark figure walked through.

The man stood around six feet tall. He wore all black. Black pants, black boots, and a leather jacket with a disturbing design of two red x's and a large red curve under it. Appearing like a crudely drawn smiley face. Under his leather jacket the man wore a white hoodie with the hood pulled over his head, mostly covering his face in shadows. His face was entirely obscured by the hood, all except for several strands of greasy black hair hanging from his head.

The man had both of his hands in his jacket pockets as he walked over to the bar silently.

"Hehehe, look at that guy. Hey, Faggot! I think you made a wrong turn, the Hot Topic is down Fourth, not fifth street!" Yelled one of the at the table of gangsters as they all started to chuckle. However, the man didn't even turn to him. Like the man wasn't even there.

The dark figure soon sat at a bar table and waited. As he did, he pulled his hands out of his jacket pocket and placed them on the bar counter.

The female bartender slowly walked over to him and locked down at him. Being clearly put off by the man's appearance.

"S-Sir? What can I get for you?" Asked the bartender as she looked down at his hands. Terrified to see that his hands were all crimson red and appeared to have been burnt. But the trait about the man's hands that disturbed her the most was that on each one of the mans finger was a long sharp claw. Appearing like they belonged on a tiger or a lion of some sort.

'Uhh... Calm down, Carol... He's probably just wearing a costume of some kind. Y-Yeah, that's it.' Thought the bartender before her train of thought was broken, as the man finally started to speak.

"I want a jug of ice water... And all the meat you have." Said the man in a gravelly voice as Carol the bartender wrote down the man's first idem he asked for.

"Umm, sir, you're going to have to be specific on what type of meat you want. Do you want a burger, or some wings, or-"

"Bring me all the meat you have. Uncooked. Raw." Said the man as the woman looked at him with a slightly disgusted and frightened look.

"Are... Are you sure about that?" Asked Carol.

The man remained silent for a moment. Before the man leaned back in his bar chair and reached into his pocket. The man pulled something out before placing it on the counter top, as the man pulled his hand away it was revealed that it was a wad of one hundred dollar bills in a rubber band.

The bartenders eyes widened in shock.

"Maybe that'll help you pay off your student loan debts." Said the man, shocking the bartender even more.

"How-... How did you know-"

"I'm getting hungry." Said the man in a slightly annoyed tone. The woman picked up the wad of one hundred dollar bills, as she attempted to ignore the fact that the man somehow knew she had crippling student debts and dashed to the kitchen to make the man his order.

Only a few minutes later, the woman came back out of the kitchen as she carried a jug of water in one hand and a plate full of raw meat in the other. The meat consisted of beef, pork, and chicken. All raw, as requested.

As the bartender placed the plate in front of the dark figure, the dark figure immediately started to dig in. He ate like an animal as he easily bit through the tough meat like it was nothing. Eating everything, including the t-bones, ribeyes, and chicken bones without a problem.

The bartender attempted to look away from the man eating raw meat and continue cleaning and restocking her station.

Meanwhile, back with the table of gangsters, they turned their attention from the dark figure back to the girl as the leader, Jack, sat at her table and continued to hit on her.

"Com'on babe, just one date. One date and I'll show you the time of your life. Whattya say?"

"Please, leave me alone." Said the woman as several other gangsters got up from the table they were sitting at and stood around the table the woman was at.

"You really are acting rude lady. I mean, Jack over here has been nothing but nice to you. The least you can do is give him a chance." Said another gangster that hovered over the woman.

"Or... You just like to hurt our friend's feelings. Is that what you like to do? Break men's hearts who want to take you out? If you're gonna be rude, maybe we should be rude back." Said another gangster as he started to drag his fingers through the woman's hair in a very creepy fashion.

The bartender looked over and saw what was going on as she cleaned a glass. She developed a frightened look, as she looked at the men assaulting the woman, before she looked down under the bar counter. A sawed-off shotgun. Only used in case of extreme emergencies.

The only one who could've broken everything up is her boss, but she was the only one working for the night. She never shot a gun before, much less actually threatened a man with it. She also knew these guys were very bad news, that no doubt at least one of them carried a gun. Knowing that the outcome would most likely result in her death and the death of the girl.

But as she glanced up from the gun, she saw that the men were starting to touch her and grab at her. Becoming much less subtle in their actions.

Carol developed a worried and frightened look, as she slowly inched closer to the sawed-off shotgun. But as she wrapped her hand around the handle, the man eating raw meat at the bar counter spoke up.

"If you do that, these bastards will put a bullet through your head before you can even aim the shotgun at them. You and the girl will both die." Uttered the man just low enough so the men wouldn't hear him. But still loud enough so the bartender could hear him.

The bartender looked over at him with a scared expression.

'Oh shit... Who is this guy? Is he with those other guys too?' Thought the woman in sheer terror.

"Get out the back." Said the dark man as he glanced up at her. Giving the woman a small peak at the man's face. A very red and burnt scarred face.

"Before you leave, can you turn that up?" Asked the man as he pointed up to the TV mounted on the wall above the barcounter.

The woman gave a confused look to the man, before she did as she said and turned up the TV's volume. It was the local news channel that showed a man that was talking about a new breaking news story.

As the bartender turned around and walked through the kitchen door to leave, the dark man stared at the TV and listened to the news anchor.

"Breaking News; It appears that the violent vigilante known as the 'RedFace Killer' has struck again. One major trait that each one of the killer's victims have shared is that each victims was involved in committing a brutal crime of some kind." Said the news anchor as he read from the papers in his hands.

"The RedFace Killers latest slaying are possibly the most graphic ones yet. We will do our best to blur out the images, but I must warn you that what your about to see will be extremely graphic and disturbing. Viewers be advised." Said the news anchor as the image changed from the anchor to a female reporter standing on a road where several policemen, police cars, and yellow tape were everywhere.

"Police have come across an extremely brutal murder scene. Police have courted off the area to keep civilians away from the scene of the crime. However, we managed to get a view of the horrific scene that transpired. It seems that the RedFace Killer cut off the heads and limbs of his victims, tied them up in rope, and hung them off the side of the Fort Street–Pleasant Street and Norfolk & Western Railroad Viaduct bridge. We believe this is a form of psychological warfare. From the tattoos many of the body parts possessed, it's believed they were all a part of a major crime syndicate." Said the female reporter as the camera shots cut to the hanging body parts, however, most of them are still heavily blurred.

As the man looked up at the TV, he started to giggle to himself. As the giggle soon started to escalate into a full blown laughing fit.

Meanwhile, the thugs from the table all surrounded the woman and started to place their hands on her.

"When someone does something nice for you, you better learn how to be grateful... So, I'll ask again. Why don't you leave with us? We can still have a good time..." Said the leader; Jack, as he reached over and cupped the girls chin in a very slimy fashion.

Suddenly, the woman stood out of her chair and pulled out a small container of pepper spray. Aiming it at the man and spraying him in the face.

Sssssssssss!

"Ugh! My eyes! You fucking bitch!" Yelled Jack as he tried to rub the pepper spray out of his eyes.

That's when one of the men punched the woman, causing her to drop her pepper spray as the gangsters grabbed her and pinned her down on the table as she struggle.

"Your going to pay for that, you little bitch! Dearly...." Said Jack, the man whose face was still burning from the pepper spray as tears continued to flow from his tear ducts.

"No! No! Oh my god! No! Let me go!" Screamed the woman, as she was petrified of what the men might be planning to do to her.

"Hold her still! I wanna enjoy this..." Said Jack as he walked closer to the woman and started to undo the belt on his pants.

"NO! NO! NO! STOP! PLEASE! AAAAAHHHHH!" Screamed the woman as Jack got closer and grabbed her legs as she was held on the table by the other thugs.

But as Jack grabbed the woman's legs and dragged her closer, he and the other thugs stopped as their horrific act was halted by nearby laughter.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

A hysterical laughter rang throughout the nigh-empty bar as the statistic gangsters who were about to perform the unspeakable to an innocent woman, looked over to see the man in leather sitting at the bar counter. Stuffing his face full of raw meat and laughing through bites of it.

The men saw the TV was showing blurred images of decapitated body parts hanging from a bridge as the title below it stated that the butchered men were believed to have been connected with crime.

Virtually all the men turned their attention away from the woman, with two still holding the woman down.

The man continued to laugh hysterically, as the ringleader, Jack, and several other gangsters walked over towards the man. They soon stood next to him as he continued to look at the TV and laugh.

"HAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA!"

"Hey... Are you retarded or something? What's so fucking funny?" Asked Jack as him and his gangster buddies hovered over the man in leather, as the man's laugh continued. As if he couldn't stop.

"Hey, cocksucker. The man just asked you a question. What are you, retarded and deaf?" Asked another man who shoved the man in leather. However, the man in leather didn't look back. He only continued to laugh.

The men looked back up at the TV and saw the headline of the RedFaced killer slayings yet again.

"Hehehe... Looks like were dealing with a fucking wacko here... I guess we have a fan of the RedFaced killer. You think it's funny that he's killing people, dipshit? That's pretty fucked up... Hehehe, maybe we should teach this fucking mongoloid a lesson. What do you think, boys?" Asked one of the men as the men all grunted in agreement as the leather man's laughter started to slowly subside, until it was nothing but a psychotic chuckle.

Jack reached forward, and pushed the plate of raw meat off the counter top. Causing it to fall and smash on the ground.

"And it looks like he's a fucking ghoul too... What kind of fucking animal eats raw meat? I'll tell ya who... One that should be taught a hard lesson." Said the man as he pulled out a pistol and started waving it in the air, even waving it in front of the man in leathers face. Hoping to intimidate him, or get some sort of reaction other then laughter out of him.

But even though the man clearly saw the gun, he just continued giggling to himself. Several of the thugs realized something was clearly wrong with the man, and very slightly backed off. However, most of the men didn't back off. But only became more intense.

"SPIT IT OUT YOU FUCKING WINDOW LICKER! What the fuck is so fucking funny?!" Yelled Jack as he pushed the man in leather off of his chair and to the floor.

Crack!

"Fucking freak!" Uttered one of the gangsters as the man in leather continued to chuckle to himself while he was on the floor.

"Hehehehe..." The man in leather turned back around and stood back up. He didn't necessarily tower over the gangsters. But he was still pretty tall.

"What are you gonna do faggot? Are you trying to scare us, or do you just wanna suck our dicks?" Asked Jack as the man in leather turned towards him. His pulled up hoodie hid most of his face. All except for his eyes.

Krunch!

Rippp!..

"Aaaaahhh!" Jack screamed and backed off after the man in leather quickly leaned forward and bit down on the man's nose. The man's razor-like teeth easily sliced through the man's nose and ripped it off as Jack stumbled back into his friends.

Jack held his face with both hands as blood flowed down his hands and face like a fountain. He didn't feel anything on his face. He looked back up to see that his nose was in the man's mouth as the man smiled down at him.

"Hey... What do you call a man with no body and no nose?" Asked the man in a slightly muffled tone before turning and spitting the bloody severed nose on the bar counter.

"NOBODY NOSE! Hahahahaha!" Laughed the man in leather as one of the thugs looked over and grabbed the half-empty jug of water nearby.

"Fuck you, you crazy fuck!"

Krash!

The glass jug shattered as the man in leather's hood was removed. He looked back at the thugs that stood before him and smiled at them. They finally got a clear look at his face.

The man's skin was crimson red and leathery, like he was a burn or acid victim. He had long greasy black hair, and razor sharp teeth that heavily resembled that of a sharks. Blood dripped from his mouth as shards of glass were embedded in several parts of his face.

RedFace reached up and pulled a large piece of broken glass out of his face. Barely even flinching as he tossed the shard away and the wound seemed to heal rapidly.

"If you're not going to use your hands properly, then you just lost privilege to them." Said RedFace as he quickly dashed forward at incredible speeds as he grabbed the man by both arms and held him up.

RIP!

"AAAAAAHHHHH! AAAAHHHHHHH!"

Before suddenly ripping both of the man's arms off. Causing the man to scream in agony as he fell to the ground and blood spilt everywhere.

"HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK!!" Screamed one of the thugs as all the thugs in the bar were hyper focused on the monster in front of them. Even the men who were originally holding the woman down let go by the sheer horror of the situation. The woman took advantage of the situation as she dashed out of the bar as fast and as far as her legs could take her.

"Fuck you!" Yelled one of the men as he swung a pool cue at RedFace's head.

Crack!

Only for the cue to instantly snap on contact. RedFace turned back to the man and dashed over to him. RedFace grabbed the man by the throat, and instantly tore out his stringy bloody neck flesh.

Ripp!

The man gargled blood before RedFace kicked the man to the ground. The psychopath soon spun the broken pool cue around to it's broken sharpened end. He let out a small laugh before he placed his boot on the injured thug.

RedFace soon stabbed the sharpened pool cue through the man's eye and out the back of his skull

Skit!

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!" Screamed one of the remaining thug as RedFace looked back up to see that one of the men were trying to make a break for the exit.

RedFace jumped through the air, as he started running on all fours like an animal at high speeds.

The second the man looked back, RedFace jumped on top of him as he started sinking his razor sharp teeth deep into his skull.

"FUCK! FUCK! HELP! HELP! HELLLLLLAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Screamed the thug as RedFace bit through a large portion of the man's skull and tore it out.

Pow! Pow! Pow! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Several bullets hit RedFace as he barely flinched. RedFace halted his assault on the man as he got up and turned around to see one of the thugs still shooting at him from behind the bar counter.

RedFace walked over to the bar counter, only for one of the remaining thug to run up at RedFace and stab him in the chest with a survival knife.

Skit!

Both men stopped and stared at each other for a moment. RedFace looked down to see the survival knife was in his chest sideways, between two ribs.

"He.... Hahahahahahahahahahaha!"

RedFace laughed as he grabbed the handle of the knife and pulled it out of his chest.

As RedFace looked back up, he saw that his horrified assailant took several steps back. He dashed up to him and stabbed the knife through the man's chin as the tip of the blade exited through the top of the man's head.

Shunt!

The man gargled up blood, as RedFace pulled the knife forward with surprising force. Slicing through the bulk of the man's skull until the blade exited through his face.

Splorch!

As the knife exited, the man's head was completely cut down the middle. Showing off bone, gray matter, and other tissue as the man fell to the floor dead.

"Fuck! Shit! Fuck! Goddamnit!" Cursed one of the last gangsters who ducked behind the bar as he reloaded his pistol.

The man remained quiet for a moment, listening closely for any sign of the man getting closer. Sweat started to pour down the man's face as he could barely stop himself from shaking.

Several moments of silence passed, as the man took several deep breaths, before sticking his head out from behind the bar counter and aiming his gun. Only to see nobody.

His eyes scanned the room to see any sign of the redfaced man. But, he still saw nothing.

The man started to slowly, but surely, calm down as he took a small breath of relief.

Crack!

"Aaaaaggghhh!" Screamed the man in pain as one of RedFace's hands popped up from the other side of the bar counter and squeezed the man's wrist with such force he instantly snapped it.

RedFace peaked his head from the other side of the bar to look at the pained man. Suddenly with inhuman strength, RedFace swung the man out from behind the bar counter, over his head, and into a table behind him. Breaking it.

Woosh!

Crash!

The man lied there in pain. Before he could regain his bearings, RedFace reached down as dug his talon-like claws deep into the man's chest and lifted him up off the ground with one hand.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! Please! Please! I'm sorry! Please, let me go! I have a family! Please!" Begged the man with absolute terror sketched across his face.

The man's chest was burning like he was being burnt by white hot fire. The claws were deep in his chest and hooked into his flesh, like each one of them were mini-meat hooks.

"You have a family? You mean like that old girlfriend of yours had when you shoved her down the stairs? Or what about that one man who borrowed money from you asswipes? What about when you and your boyfriends murdered him and his family for not paying you back in time? You did all of that with a smile on your face... Why aren't you smiling now?" Asked RedFace as the man stared at him with a look of utter shock and terror.

"How- How did you know all of tha-AAAAAHHHHHHH! AAAHHHH!" The man's sentence was interrupted as his claws slightly grew in size inside the man's chest as he screamed louder.

"I can see every single sin you've ever committed..."

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!! GOD! PLEASE JUST LET ME GO! I SWEAR TO GOD YOU'LL NEVER SEE ME AGAIN! PLEASE! I'LL DO ANYTHING!" Begged the man as RedFace pulled out a pistol and aimed it at the man's face.

"Open your mouth..." The man stared at RedFace in silence with a horrified expression for a moment, before obeying the man and opening his mouth as the barrel of the gun was stuck in his open mouth.

The man started to sob and started to speak, even with the barrel of the gun still in his mouth.

"See? I did wha yo sai... Ca yo le mi go no-" Bang!

Thump!

RedFace retracted his claws from the thugs chest as the man fell to the floor. Dead and motionless.

"Hehehe..." Chuckled RedFace before placing the gun back in it's holster.

"Now, where was I? Oh, that's right." Said RedFace as he turned around to see Jack, who's nose was still missing from his face, trembled in the corner of the bar on the ground. Staring at RedFace with glassy terrified eyes.

"Wha- Wha- What are you going to do to me!?" Asked Jack as he tried to cover up the fountains of blood that was still pouring from the massive wound on his face.

RedFace tilted his head and showed off a toothy grin. Before lifting his left foot up and bringing it down on Jack's face. Knocking the man out.

Unknown - Detroit (Elsewhere...)

Jack woke up and opened his eyes, only to realize he was blindfolded. Jack tried to move, only to find out that his arms and legs were strapped down to a chair. Jack tried to struggle and break free out of panic, but that's when he stopped and remembered what happened.

He couldn't feel his nose. It was torn off of his face, and he couldn't feel it anymore. In fact, he couldn't feel most of the front of his face. It was numb.

"Hey, you up yet, sleeping beauty?"

Slap!

"Can you feel that? You shouldn't. I injected your facial area with a numbing agent. Since your nose is missing, I can't have you pass out from sheer pain." Said RedFace as he hovered over the criminal.

"Course I had to bandage that up too. I couldn't let you pass out or die due to blood loss. I still need you... For the moment, at least..."

"Wha-Wha-What the fuck is this!? Do you know who I am!? You don't know who your fucking with you stupid cocksucker! My guys are gonna hunt you down and the cops are gonna find your fucking head in a public toilet! You hear me, asshole!? YOUR FUCKING DEAD! DEAD!" Yelled the man in panic, fear, and anger as RedFace merely smiled down at him. What Jack didn't see, is RedFace pulling out a pair of hedge clippers as he closed the blades on his left pointer finger.

Krrrrrak!

"AAAAAUUUUGGGHHHH!" Screamed the man as his left pointer finer fell to the floor.

"You want to still act like an idiot and loose nine more?" Asked RedFace as he grabbed the man by the throat and held him in a vice-like grip.

"Your going to tell me everything I want to know about your operations. I know your not the head capo here. Your going to tell me who he is, where I can find him, and every little detail about your operations. Your boss is the main trafficker of firearms, dope, and humans. If you cooperate, maybe I'll let you go to your nice safe home. Where your baggy of Vaseline is tucked safely under your bed waiting for you."

"Fuck you!"

Crack!

RedFace smacked the man with so much force, it knocked out nine broken bloody teeth that splattered all over the ground.

"Now, tell me who your boss is, and wherever he's hanging out at." Demanded RedFace as Jack spat up some blood.

"Your gonna kill me anyway, cocksucker..." Growled Jack as RedFace as he held up the hedge cutters and cut off Jack's thumb.

Krak!

"AAAAHHHH! FUCK! GOD, FUCK!" Screamed Jack in absolute agony.

"Tell me, I can make this as painful or as peaceful as I want. I can put a bullet through your head, or I can keep chopping off body parts until there's nothing left. Your choice." Said RedFace as he waited for Jack's response.

"... A-Alright! Fine! H-His name is Adam Bianchi! L-Like you just said, he's manages most of the drugs, guns, and human slave trade in and out of the city! All under Roberto Brambilla! O-Over the years... Roberto managed to unite most, if not all the crime families in Detroit. That includes the Irish, the Russians, the Mexicans, the Blacks, even the fucking Skinheads!" Uttered Jack as a moment of silence passed between RedFace and Jack.

Krak!

"JESUS FUCK!"

"Keep talking..." Growled RedFace as Jack started to panic and hyperventilate.

"God damnit! Adam usually hangs out in a night club on the other side of the city! It's called Serenity! He hangs out in the VIP area with guards all around him! Jesus Christ! That's all I know I swear! I swear! I swear!" Yelled Jack desperately as another long pause of silence passed.

"I-... I did what you said. I told you what you wanted to know... Your gonna let me go now, right?" Asked Jack as RedFace looked down at him, and dropped the hedge clippers.

"Sure. I mean, you have killed over a dozen innocent people, sold drugs to adults and kids, raped fourteen women, and was about to rape another woman not even an hour ago... But sure, I'll let you go." Said RedFace as he grabbed Jack's blindfold and pulled it off.

Jack looked around, to his shock and surprise as he saw that he was outside in a dark trainyard.

"What? Did you think you were in a warehouse or something? No. I mean, I you DO have a train to catch."

As Jack was about to ask what RedFace meant by that, his heart stopped as he heard the sound of a rumbling train.

Chugga! Chugga! Chugga! Chugga! Chugga! Chugga!

"Oh... Shit..." Uttered Jack as he glanced down and saw the train tracks, before looking back up to see the blinding light of the train's front light charging straight towards him.

Meanwhile, RedFace stood on the sidelines and watches with a massive smile on his face. Jack turned to him and started to yell his very last words.

"YOU EVIL FUCKING CUNT! YOU FUCKING COCKSUCKING PSYCHO! I'M GONNA FU-"

SPLAT!

Instantly, the train obliterated Jack as is splattered his body into thousands of pieces as limbs, chunks of flesh, and bones started flying everywhere.

The breaks on the train were soon hit too little too late, as the blood stained train started to slowly stop.

Serenity NightClub - Downtown Detroit

Within the Serenity Night Club, the music was blaring, neon technicolored lights were flashing all over the place as around a hundred people were either dancing or hanging out as they drink.

On the third level balcony of the night club was where the VIP area was.

There, Adam Bianchi sat with his buddies in front of a glass table with mounds and lines of coke on it. Adam's buddies were drinking and laughing. Over half of them had half naked women sitting on their laps. Either making out with them or had their heads hung back with open mouth smiles on their faces, as those women gave them blowjobs.

Adam himself had a woman sitting on his lap as he took a shot of whisky. After he started to make out with his respective prostitute.

"Adam, we have a serious problem. More of our guys have started to demand a larger cut of the pay. That includes a cut of the drug money, the arms dealing, and all of our other ventures. They're either starting to demand a larger cut for being on the streets or just started skipping town. Apparently their all scared shitless of the RedFaced killer." Said one of Adam's buddies as Adam turned away from the whore on his lap and paid attention to his lieutenant.

"Look, I want you to tell those cocksuckers that if they have a problem, if their all wasting their time pissing their pants because of some fucking wackjob who got a lucky kill a few times, they can take it up with me! Those stupid little fucks still work for Roberto, and in turn, they work for me! Unless their retarded little crackhead friends want to see their headless bodies tossed in to some dumpster, they better straighten the fuck up!" Growled Adam as one of his friends started to sniff a line of coke off of the glass table.

"Okay, and what do you want us to do about the psycho who's been killing our guys?"

"Shoot the fucker in the head! What else do you fucking think!?" Yelled Adam as the whore on Adam's lap turned to him.

"Wait, from what I heard, the guy has some kind of Overhuman abilities. That he can heal really fast. I don't think shooting him is going to do it." Said the whore as Adam turned to the woman with a hatful glare.

"Who asked you, you fucking stupid cumdump? Your job is to shut the fuck up and do what I fucking pay you, bitch!" Yelled Adam in a high state, as he wiped off white powder off of his nose.

"Fuck you, you needle-dick asshole!" Yelled the woman.

Smack!

Adam smacked her in the face and knocked her off of his lap.

"Shut the fuck up and bring me another fucking drink!" Yelled Adam as the woman stood back up and walked away, rubbing the bruise on her cheek.

As Adam turned to his body, ready to tell him something else. He stopped as he looked over and saw a dark unknown figure walk over to the VIP area.

As the dark figure got closer, his path to the VIP section was blocked off by one of Adam's thugs. The music was too loud, as Adam could barely hear what his thug was saying.

However, he believed he said something on the lines of 'Get the fuck out of here before I break your fucking legs!'

The man smiled, as he lifted his foot and stomped it on the man's knee. Forcing it to bend the other way.

Crack!

"Auggghh!" As the man screamed, RedFace swung his clawed hand at the thug's face. Not only slashing off chunks of flesh off of his face, like chunks of skin, a nose, an eyeball, and chunks of muscle. But also bits of bone. Practically destroying the man's face with one swipe.

RedFace soon grabbed the man's head and slammed his head down on the metal handrail.

Clang!

Caving in the man's head before tossing the thug aside.

"Fuck him up!" Yelled another thug as the thugs start racing up to RedFace with guns, knives, and bats, as RedFace easily starts slaughtering them all.

Crack!

RedFace knocks one of the thugs heads off of his shoulders with one claw swipe.

Crack!

RedFace grabs another thug's swung bat in mid-air, as RedFace tosses the bat aside and rips his clawed hang through the thug's abdomen.

Blat!

"AAAAHHHHHHH!" Screamed several of the woman as it started a stampede in the club as the people who were closest to the action started to scream and run away.

Most other people didn't even notice due to the flashing lights and the loud blaring music.

Another thug slashed at RedFaces face with a knife, making the maniac stumble back a bit. The thug attempted to thrust the knife into RedFace's chest, only for RedFace to quickly step aside, grab the man's arm, and rip it off of his body.

Riip!

"Aaaahhhh! AHHHHHH!" Screamed the thug as RedFace quickly swung the arm as his own demented blunt weapon as he bashed the thug in the face and knocked him off the balcony.

Cok-Cok! Pow!

RedFace suddenly stumbled back as a shotgun blast hit him in the chest. RedFace looked up to see a thug walk up to him with a shotgun.

Cok-Cok! Bang!

RedFace was shot in the head, as fragments of the psychopath's head were evaporated as RedFace was knocked to the ground.

Cok-Cok! Bang!

The thug fired once more into RedFace's chest, creating a bloody five inch long hole in his abdomen. RedFace only chuckled as he stood back up.

"Hehehehe..." The thug backed off and looked on with terror, as RedFace with a massive hole in his torso, and 10% of his head missing, it regenerated as RedFace cracked his neck.

RedFace suddenly lunged forward and picked the thug up by sinking his claws into his chest, as he pulls back his free right hand and started violently stabbing him in the crouch with his free hand. Until his bloody claws stuck out of the rear end of his bloody abdomen.

RedFace soon picked up the shotgun and turned to the remaining bodyguards and other high ranking gangsters hanging around with Adam.

Bang! Cok-Cok! Bang! Cok-Cok! Bang! Cok-Cok! Bang! Cok-Cok! Bang!

RedFace unleashed five shotgun blasts that splattered a part of a gangsters head, hit another gangster in the chest, blew off the head of another gangster, blew off the face of a body guard, and shot another gangster in the leg.

The gangster tried to crawl away as RedFace stood over him and aimed the barrel of the gun only a few inches away from the man's face.

Click!

The gun ran out of bullets. RedFace quickly looked at the gun in an examining fashion before he raised his right foot.

"Oh, please, Jesus don't-!"

Splat!

Crushing the scumbags head like a rotten tomato.

As RedFace turned his boot up to see how much of the gangster's brain got stuck to the bottom of his shoe, he saw out of the side view of his vision that Adam Bianchi himself tried to run away.

RedFace quickly pulled out a survival knife and tossed the blade through the air. Instantly embedding itself into Adam's back, knocking the capo to the ground.

As Adam tried to crawl away, RedFace stopped by the glass table that still had piles of coke on it, as he dragged the bottom of his boot against the edge of the table. Getting rid of the leftover gray matter on his shoe.

"I hope this won't stain them. They're my favorite pair of boots." Said RedFace before finally walking over to the thug.

He reached down and picked up the thug by the neck as he held him on the air.

"Let me go you fucking cocksucker! Do you have any fucking idea how much you just fucked up tonight!? Your fucking dead! You won't last the fucking night! The second they find out I'm missing, they'll send guys to look for me and they'll fuck you! You get me!?" Yelled Adam in a desperate attempt to cover up the immense fear he is feeling.

"I see every sin you've ever made... I see all the pain and suffering you've ever inflicted on everyone you came into contact with. I'm not just going to kill you, I'm going to make an example out of you." Said RedFace, as he used his free hand to punch the thug and knock him out.

Pow!

Unknown - Detroit

Adam Bianchi groaned in pain, as he opened up his eyes and awoke. He instantly found out that he was upside down and completely naked. His hands were tied behind his back with ducktape and his legs were tied up with chains.

As he looked around and looked up, he saw that the chains around his legs were hooked onto an old, rusty meathook. The man realized he was in some rusty old room with a single light in it.

"Where... Where am I? What happened?" Asked Adam in a drowsy state, before he looked over and saw a man standing over a table.

The man had long greasy black hair and crimson crispy skin. It was RedFace. But instead of wearing his usual leather jacket and hoodie, he was wearing a white surgical apron and wore a pair of yellow latex gloves.

"Hey! Where am I!? Where the fuck am I!? I know you can hear me, asshole! Fucking answer me!" Yelled the man, before he suddenly stopped as he got a look at what RedFace was looking at on the table.

RedFace was looking over a book about human anatomy, with a large and detailed sketch of the human body. Next to it was another open book, but this one had a black and white medieval sketch of man being skinned alive.

"Oh, Jesus... Jesus fucking Christ... Look, you need me! I know ALL of Roberto Brambilla's operations! I can tell you everything! Alright?" Negotiated the man, realizing that he was staring death in the face.

"Hey! Do you hear me!? I said you need me! Y-Your trying to take down the mob, right? I'll give you whatever info you want! I'll give you every fucking penny in my checking and saving accounts! Just get me the fuck out of here!" Begged Adam as RedFace reached over and picked up a phone, holding it in the air and shaking it a bit. Adam then realized it was his phone.

"I don't need you. You put every last bit of info you have on your phone. Not very smart." RedFace said as he placed the phone back on the table and looked over to another nearby table that had a series of knives of varying different sizes.

However each blade was old, rusty, and appeared remarkably dull. RedFace picked up one of the blades and started to examine it.

"Fuck! Fuck! Motherfucker! Look, I'll give you whatever you want! I have over a million dollars in my bank account! It's all yours! Just let me go and I swear! I swear you'll never see my face again! Please god!" Yelled Adam as RedFace placed the rusty blade down and walked over to another corner of the room.

As Adam looked, he saw that RedFace set up a camera that lit up with a blinking red light on the corner of it.

"W-What are you doing!? Jesus! Look, I'm sorry! Okay! I'm sorry for all the shit I did! I swear it was nothing but business! I didn't mean any harm!" Screamed Adam as he started to tear up and sob. Realizing he was going to face and extremely painful end.

"Is that what you said to your victims? The people who overdosed and died? The men that you murdered for money? The men, women, and children that died from your firearms? You didn't mean any harm?" Asked RedFace in a dead tone of voice with practically no emotion emitting off of it.

RedFace turned back to the camera as he bent over and spoke to it.

"You will not be tolerated any more..."

RedFace turned back around as he walked back over to the table and picked up a rusty scalpel.

"No! No! No! Nooooo! Please! Don't do it! Please!" Screamed Adam as RedFace walked up to him and held the thrashing man still.

RedFace soon plunged his blade into the man's side as he started to drag downwards. Tearing skin along the way, due to the rusty nature of the knife.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Downtown Detroit - Detroit

Over a dozen police cars were parked all around a pair of buildings with yellow tape and officers guarding the alleyway between both buildings.

As cops and detectives walked in and out of the alleyway, trying to cover it up and keep the public away from the morbid crime scene in the alleyway.

A cop car soon drove up to the crime scene and stopped. As the driver's door opened up, a blond woman in her late 20's stepped out of the car. She wore a white dress shirt with a DPD patch on the right side with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, long blue jeans, reflective sunglasses, and a gun holster mounted on the side of her chest.

She shut the door and took several steps forward before adjusting her sunglasses.

"Come on, rookie... I don't have all day." Said the woman in an annoyed tone as the passenger door to the car opened up and shut.

A dark haired man in his early 20's stepped out of the car. He wore an DPD Police uniform and had a very disorganized and worried look on his face. He closed the car door and walked up besides the woman.

"Sorry, Detective Ripley." Stated the younger male cop as Detective Ripley glanced back at the rookie. Despite the two only being a few years apart in age, it was very clear by first glance that the older woman; Detective Ripley was far more experienced and higher up in rank then the rookie.

"For the last time, Andy, just call me Jane." Stated Jane as she started to walk towards the alleyway.

"By the way, tuck your shirt in, Edwards." Said Jane as Andy stopped and quickly tucked in his shirt with an embarrassed look on his face.

"So... Uhh, do you really think this is the work of the RedFaced killer?" Asked Andy as the two cops slowly walked into the alleyway.

"I don't know... It seems like this city just gets crazier and crazier every day. Are you sure your ready for this, Edwards? Because many of the murders here in Detroit, especially from the RedFaced killer, are all extremely gruesome." Warned Jane.

"I mean, my training in the homicide unit has given me everything I need in order to handle the worst murders imaginable. I think I'll be fine." Replied Andy.

"You haven't seen jack until you've seen the real underbelly of Detroit, kid. Just watch your step." Warned Jane yet again as they finally approached the crime scene.

Detective Jane and Officer Andy stopped as they looked up to see a skinless body strung up on the wall. Blood was smeared all over the brick wall with a pair of knives sticking out of the skinless corpses eye sockets. Finally, a message was smeared on the wall in the man's blood.

The message read 'Now THAT is funny!' in messily written words before it was ended with a massive sinister crossed eyed smiley face painted right under the message.

"Oh, Jesus Christ! Bluuggghh!" Uttered Andy in disgust as he turned away and vomited a little on the floor.

"Keep it together, Rookie Andy. You'll get used to it, eventually." Said Jane with a hint of disgust in her own voice.

The two cops soon turned to Officer two men standing nearby. One of them was a overweight balding middle aged man named Doctor Joseph Torres. The second one was a slightly heavier middle aged man with a mustache and an annoyed expression named Police Chief Dennis Hoffman.

"Ripley! Get over here, what was the hold up?" Asked Chief Hoffman as Detective Ripley and Rookie Andy walked over to the two men.

"Sorry chief, traffic." Said Ripley with a smirk.

"Yeah, it's traffic every fucking day with you..." Replied Hoffman with an annoyed look before turning back to Doctor Torres.

"Alright, so what happened here?" Asked Ripley as she glanced back up at the skinned man.

"Welp, through DNA and dental records, we discovered it was Adam Bianchi. It was heavily rumored that he was one of the top capos for the mob in Detroit. He was put on trial several times for accusations of drug trafficking, murder, rape, etc. But the witnesses always 'mysteriously' went missing each and every time." Stated Doctor Torres as all four looked back up at the dangling body.

"At least it's not anybody who will be missed." Said Andy as he avoided looking back up at the dead body. Trying to avoid getting sick again.

"Asshole or not, it's still a crime. Now get your head in the game, rookie." Ordered Chief Hoffman as Andy Edwards straightened up for a moment with a look of nervousness on his face.

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."

"Knock it off, Chief. If it's any consolation, I think the piece of shit deserved to die too. Although, that doesn't mean I'm not gonna do my job to find this guy." Said Ripley as she placed her hand on her hip.

"Shut your mouth, Ripley! You only speak when I say you can, this is the work of that RedFaced killer. So don't fuck around and act like a smartass! Got it?" Asked Hoffman as he pointed his finger at Ripley who gave a mock salute.

"Sir, yes, sir." Mocked Ripley.

But before Hoffman could yell at her some more, the Doctor Torres spoke back up.

"Yes, anyway... It was obvious that the victim was skinned alive. And from the wounds and precisions made on the man's body, he was skinned with dull instruments which made the skinning process far more painful. We also found trace fragments of rusty metal in the man's blood. Meaning he was intentionally skinned alive with dull rusty instruments to make the death of the victim far more painful." Stated the mortician as he read from a chart.

"Any other clues, like traces of the killers hair, skin samples, foot prints, anything like that?" Asked Ripley as the mortician shrugged.

"The forensic investigators are still working on it. But from all of the RedFaced killers murders in the past, he has a habit of leaving too much evidence, yet none at all. The only piece of evidence we have is the method of murder and the message. The only other explanation I can think of is a copycat killer, but I seriously doubt it." Said the mortician as Chief Hoffman shook his head in anger.

"Fucking hell, the mayor and the city council has been breathing down my neck to track down this RedFaced killer for the past nine months... And still got nothing but jack shit. Originally he was just killing off small time drug dealers, pimps, and a few murderers here and there. But now he's getting bolder." Stated Hoffman in annoyance.

"That's why I'm putting you and the rookie on the task of taking down this killer. Take this fuck down and toss him in a cage where he belongs." States Hoffman as Ripley and Edwards' eyes both widen in surprise.

"Excuse me, sir? I just thought I was told to come to get a little more experience. I mean, I'd jump at the chance to get some serious work done. But I don't know if I'm ready to be tasked with trying to track and take down one of the most dangerous serial killers in the history of Detroit." Said Rookie Andy as Hoffman shot him an annoyed look.

"I've seen your work from the academy, your grade average for figuring out complex problems is astounding. Not to mention we're in Detroit, the rest of the force is busy with dealing with the rampant amount of crime sweeping over the city. You have no choice, your going to work with Detective Ripley and help bring this cocksucker down! Got me?!" Yelled the Chief as Rookie Andy nodded his had.

"But sir, I don't think I'm really-"

"Save it!" Yelled Hoffman in annoyance.

"You'll both be put on the case to take down the RedFaced killer. But it won't be just you two." Chief Hoffman said as both cops shot the man a confused look.

"What do you mean? Who else are you putting on the case?" Asked Ripley in confusion as Chief Hoffman pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

"Where the hell were you last week when I made the announcement? We're getting a special agent from the FBI who specializes in hunting down rogue criminals. The Federal government is forcing me to put him on the case with both of you." Said Chief Hoffman as he blew a cloud of smoke.

"Okay, so what's the mystery man's name?" Asked Jane as a voice spoke up from behind her. Causing her and everyone else to turn to see.

"My name is Brandon Law."

Everyone managed to get a good view of the specialist as he walked up to them. The man had to be somewhere in his 60's, or possibly a man in his 30's or 40's who was aged by a vast amount of stress. His hair was combed back and his face was covered in wrinkled and several deep, nasty, scars. The deep scars covered his lower face, one nasty scar on the side of Brandon's head, a nasty scar across the bridge of his nose, and an extremely nasty scar running down his left eye. The man wore black pants, black shoes, a white button up shirt with a black tie, and a light brown overcoat.

"Agent Brandon Law, your late." Hissed Hoffman over his cigarette as Brandon gave the man an apathetic look.

"Police Chief Hoffman, I'm not one of your lackeys. I'm here on strict business to find a criminal that you were too incompetent to find. So please, store the attitude." Replied Brandon as he walked past Hoffman and started to examine the crime scene.

All Hoffman could do was glare at Agent Brandon Law, fearing that since he is a high ranking federal agent, he could easily speak to his higher ups and get him fired. All he could do was glare at the man.

Brandon Law stood in front of the wall that had the skinless body hanging from it and the message written by RedFace in the victim's blood.

"I read the RedFace killer's file. He only kills criminals, drug dealers, pimps, gangbangers, serial killers, etc. He has never killed a single innocent person, ever. Many of his murders have also been committed with guns and explosives, the missing money that was found missing from his dead victims more then likely went to those. If he was another rising kingpin in Detroit's underworld, we would know by now. But he's not. He's a man out for revenge. He doesn't want power. He wants blood."

"No offense, Mister Law, but we already know all of this. Besides, we still couldn't track him down nor trace where the bullets he got came from. So, what is your point here?" Asked Jane as she adjusted her sunglasses.

"My point is that this is typical Psychological Warfare. Just like the murders on the bridge last night, this is meant to send a message. He's developed a massive hard-on for crime in general. Mostly going after the worst of the worst. This man was a human trafficker after all. He's not going to stop until every criminal he ever finds is dead. He may even start to branch out from Detroit to continue on in his mission." Said Brandon as he turned his attention away from the wall and back to the people next to him.

"And... What mission is that exactly?" Asked Rookie Andy.

"To murder as many criminals as humanly possible." Said Law as he walked away from the crime scene and back to the mortician, the Chief, Jane, and Andy.

"I need everything you have on him. Every photo, every eye witness, every piece of DNA, EVERYTHING. If we're going to catch him, we need to place all of our cards on the table." Said Brandon as he, Jane, and Andy all glanced back up at the message on the wall.

'Now THAT is funny!'

Glorioso Tower- Downtown Detroit

On the top floor of Glorioso Tower in the middle of Downtown Detroit was a massive dark yet stylized room with a massive long marble table sitting in the middle of the room.

Many different men dressed in nice suits sat at the table, however at the end of the table sat an elderly, yet intimidating man. The man himself was surprisingly fit, even though he was clearly in his mid 90's to mid 80's. The man has balding white hair and a white mustache. The man wore an exquisite suit, a black suit with red patterns on it and a scarlet tie.

He sat there and watched along with the rest of the Brambilla crime family on a screen at the other end of the room the video's RedFace sent in.

"YOU EVIL FUCKING CUNT! YOU FUCKING COCKSUCKING PSYCHO! I'M GONNA FU-"

SPLAT!

The snuff film showed the gangster Jack getting hit and splattered by a train. Several of the men at the table turned away and vomited at the sight of it, while others just looked on with disgust, hatred, and terror

"You will not be tolerated any more..."

The film moved on to RedFace's next snuff film, as it showed RedFace walking over to the hanging up side down body of one of Roberto Brambilla's best capo's, as RedFace started to slowly and painfully skin Adam Bianchi alive.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

"Turn that shit off." Growled Roberto as the video was shut off as the overhead lights started to turn back on.

"Sir! There's still something else he sent to us. A brief case. We'll get someone to see if it's safe to open or-"

"Bring me the brief case." Growled Roberto with a cold look of fury with his fingers intertangled with each other.

"B-But, sir! We have no idea whats in there. It could be a bomb or-"

"Johnson... You know I hate repeating myself, so I'll say it again. Bring me the fucking case, or I'm gonna put a bullet in your fucking skull." Hissed Roberto as Johnson nodded his head as he got up from the chair he was sitting at and walked out of the room.

A moment later, Johnson returned with what appeared to be an old yet average brown brief case. Johnson walked to the far end of the table as he placed the brown suit case down in front of him.

"Are you sure we have to be in the same room with you, Pops? I mean, if it IS a bomb-" Roberto's son, Albert, was interrupted by his father.

"Stop being a pussy, Albert." Roberto said as he opened up the locks on the brief case and slowly opened it up.

All the members at the table backed off, bracing for some kind of explosion. However, there was none.

But as everyone was about to sigh in relief, they were all immediately hit by a pungent, disgusting odor that flowed out of the brief case. The smell of rotting flesh absolutely drenched the entire room.

"Jesus, what the fuck is that!?" Yelled one of the men at the table as Roberto stared down at the contents of the brief case with a thousand yard stare.

It was the skin of Adam Bianchi. The man's skin looked just like a neatly folded article of clothing. The face of the removed organ still had the expression of utter pain and terror it had when RedFace was pealing the skin off of the criminal.

Roberto's face soon drifted upwards towards the internal top part of the brief case. Scrawled on it in red paint that Roberto could easily read was the message 'YoUR nExT!'

"Fucking hell! Is that Adam's- Bluuggghhh!" Uttered one of the men at the table as several men at the table turned away and vomited or dry heaved.

"We're gonna nail this fucking psycho to the wall!" Yelled one of the men at the table.

"I'm gonna rip that fucker apart with my bare hands!" Yelled another man at the table as others yelled out similar sentiments.

"Mister Brambilla, what are your orders?" Asked one of the other men at the table, as Roberto looked up from the morbid briefcase and looked back at his men.

"We're going to be calm about this, this is just one guy. One guy. But we're not going to be a bunch of goddamn children and run in gung ho. We're going to be smart about this. The calmer we are, the more focused we are, the more focused we are, the sooner we'll trap this fucker and gut him. This is war."

(Check out the rest of RedFace's story on DeviantArt: https://www.deviantart.com/roth1000/gallery/82540917/redface)

#RedFace #origin #origincomics #oc #originuniverse #comics #Dark #Gore #Violence #Cursing #Horror #Antihero #Antivillain #Superhero #Writing #Story

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leseandbsavetheworld · 2 years

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character themes #3

Hey everyone! Welcome back to another character themes (I say as if I didn’t do these all in one night... holy moly, another hour has already passed?)! I’m pretty excited for this one... I love these boys (even though i forgot Alex’s full last name and im too lazy to go scroll through all my notes to find it) As I do more of these (again, it’s been one day, chill out), I think my summaries of why I designed the boards the way I did and why I chose the songs I did are getting longer... I hope they’re still interesting! Also, I didn’t plan on having more than one/two AJR songs for these two, but AJR’s music is honestly perfect for describing their personalities and when I was looking for a good ship song for them, Wow, I’m Not Crazy started playing and I nearly died. Anyway, I’ve bored you enough. Here you go!

Story: The Short Book of Mortals Universe: tSBoM universe

ship--Alex & Corry Wow, I’m Not Crazy by AJR

Okay, I have a few things to explain here. On the French--when Corry was younger, he taught himself French for various reasons, from insulting his family in a way they couldn’t understand to having more opportunities in the future. Over the years, Alex began picking it up, and eventually was pretty fluent. je t’aime translates to I love you in French, which is to be expected. Then there’s the top message, which has probably been confusing any French speakers. n'oubliez pas de charger le lave-vaisselle translates roughly to don't forget to load the dishwasher in English. This is sort of an inside joke from the story, where Corry once said je t'aime. N'oublie pas de charger le lave-vaisselle quand tu rentres à la maison--I love you. Don’t forget to load the dishwasher when you get home--at the end of a phone call to embarrass Alex, who was around some non-French speaking family friends who definitely thought he said something a little more... fruity.

character--Corry Keens Next Up Forever by AJR

I wanted to keep a yellow color palette in the background & most of the details because yellow is one of the colors used to represent suicide prevention, along with the turquoise and purple (hence the ribbon in the corner), and being a suicide prevention activist is something fairly important to Corry’s character. I chose this song because, when I was listening to it, it just sounded perfect for him, especially the lines about overthinking. I added the little “love yourself” thing as a little thing to show that Corry’s still trying to get better mentally himself, along with trying to help others.

character--Alex M. Don’t Throw Out My Legos by AJR

So for Alex’s, I originally thought about going with Way Less Sad, because... y’know... it’s about depression. Then, while I was beginning to make his board, I was listening to AJR and realized that Don’t Throw Out My Legos applies to him too, even if he does have depression and Way Less Sad has a lot of good points. I wanted to make it a bit chaotic to and gray to represent those days when it’s hard to get out of bed, but at the same time, he’s a generally upbeat kind guy. I wanted to show this by adding a few splashes of color, especially the flowers poking up through all the gray.

Alright, this has been fun, but it’s 3 in the morning and i have a busy day tomorrow. Eons magic system coming soon! Love you all, have an amazing day! <3, Bat

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pagingdoctorbedlam · 3 years

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High on Life: CP9's Intoxicants of Choice

Inspired by a conversation with @evilhorses (and various stories from my parent’s wild and addled youth), here are some musings about drinks, drugs, and other shenanigans that our favorite furry assassins might indulge in.

Tossing under a readmore~!

Rob Lucci: Lucci doesn't seem the sort to have a lot of healthy coping mechanisms, and as we've canonically seen him drink, I'm pretty sure Lucci takes his intoxicants as a way to unwind, both mentally and emotionally. He doesn't like losing control of himself, so he sticks to his tried and true methods. He can be a bit of a booze snob, and has definitely argued with bartenders over the right way to serve certain cocktails. He never lets himself get outright drunk, and it takes quite a bit to even get him tipsy. Marijuana, on the other hand? He only partakes in private or among close friends, and he isn't as classy about it. Give him a joint or two, and expect to find him sprawled out later in true feline spirit. You might even be able to use him as a pillow in this state.

Kaku: Kaku goes pretty light on his intoxicants, for the most part. He'll drink a beer here or there, tends to smoke strains that are higher in CBD and lower in THC, and the like. I do think he self-medicates a bit this way, especially after a bad fight, in order to keep up with the others. But he does a damn good job keeping it in check. That said, if he's among close friends and they're letting loose, he'll allow himself to do the same on occasion. And he's the sort who'll just ramble about any ol' subject under the influence, and heaven help you, he will not shut up until he's asleep.

Kalifa: Like Lucci, she's classy with her choice in alcohol, and she always keeps a close tab on her drink. She usually sticks to a glass of expensive wine or the occasional fruity cocktail, but she can absolutely drink others under the table if the situation calls for it. She also is the best about hydrating, so no one has ever seen her hungover. She doesn't partake in marijuana much. We've seen her smoke in canon on a cover report, so she likely does that when stressed, but can probably clean her lungs out with her soap powers somehow. I can also see her dabbling in other stimulants, but again, only from trusted sources.

Blueno: Knows how to mix and drink a good beverage. While he became a bartender for the snooping aspects, he ended up with an appreciation for crafting drinks, and has even invented a few cocktails of his own (and is the only one who can make a drink strong enough to knock the zoans on their asses). He doesn't like to smoke, but he'll pop a few edibles on the sly. He prefers depressor substances to help keep cool and collected, but like Lucci, he tends to stick with what he knows. He's so deadpan that no one ever knows at what point he stops being sober. At parties, he's the designated babysitter who keeps everyone else in line.

Jabra: He's had a rough-and-tumble upbringing, and he's had a good time doing it. He likes a drink here and there, especially subtle stuff like sake, but he much prefers weed. Smoke, edibles, doesn't matter, he even has a fancy hookah in his room when the occasion strikes. On occasion, he'll bring shenanigans to a party in the vein of acid or mushrooms, at which point he gets incredibly excited about "how interconnected the world is" or how the room is turning. Jabra does have other ways of unwinding (seeing as he can form relationships with folks outside his work), so most of his intoxicants are more recreational in nature.

Kumadori: Doesn't really partake in drugs or alcohol much, though when he does, he can affect how they go through his system with Life Returns, which is neat for controlling his highs and lows. If he does anything, he'll drink a bit of sake or one fruity cocktail that's mostly juice. Tried an edible once and did not take well to it. On the other hand, he did drop acid with Jabra once, and supposedly figured out how to bring about world peace before the high wore off. Really, having such revelations without them sticking around in his head is frustrating to no end, which is part of why he hasn't tried it a second time.

Fukuro: Okay, where do you think everyone gets their weed from? Fukuro grows his own stash, has made a few strains and keeps them separated between CBD and THC levels. Can't keep it a secret that he deals, or that he gives discounts to friends (or anyone who gives him good gossip). He occasionally drops other stuff with Jabra, but at parties, he mostly passes out "the supplies" and then assists on munchie runs. He's also seen everyone's personal files; supposedly someone has said on record that they "wouldn't do cocaine again unless in a socially acceptable situation", but everyone always zips his mouth shut before he can reveal who.

BONUS

Spandam: Drinks, but can't hold his liquor. Everything he acquires is either super cheap or waaaay too expensive. He's the sort to write down wine descriptions ahead of time, then match them to drinks later to pretend like he knows what he's talking about. Tried and failed at smoking a joint that turned out to be oregano. Knows that Fukuro deals, but never manages to catch him in the act.

Nero: Didn't figure out his limits, would always drink way too much and pass out right afterwards. The one person who honestly thought it was a secret that he bought weed from Fukuro, even though Fukuro is very...open about his clientele.

Bedlam (CP9 OC): Bedlam doesn't really drink, but will make an exception for any cocktail that involves coffee. Is banned from taking stimulants because they already have a hard time keeping still. Will take edibles with high-CBD strains for pain relief sometimes when their legs are acting up, or to help them sleep. Generally joins Blueno as group babysitter, at least until Lucci and Kaku convince Bedlam to join them in shenanigans.

#op headcanons #bedlam muses #doc bedlam #rob lucci #kaku #kalifa #jabra #spandam #one piece nero #kumadori #blueno #one piece fukuro #alcohol #weed #drug tw #alcohol tw #drugs tw

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hangekitty · 3 years

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Tea for 3

Erwin x Levi x gn!Reader Headcanons

Scenario: the three of you decide to open up a tea shop together

Warnings: none!

Genre: fluff! Polyamory

Universe: Modern AU!

A/N: it’s a little short, but it’s definitely sweet. These headcanons have been on my mind a LOT and I just had to write them down. I feel like I mostly write polyamory stuff (even my private work is like 70% polyamory) but I am working on monogamous relationship stories as we speak! Should I keep writing polyamory? 🤔

First of all, it was Levi’s idea to open up a tea shop, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. He had first brought it up out of curiosity to see what you or Erwin thought. It wasn’t brought up again till Erwin found a little shop that was up for sale, to which Levi pretended not to be excited; in truth, if Levi was better at expressing himself he would have been jumping up and down with pure happiness.

Levi will probably need some convincing to actually go for this opportunity. I can see him being a little insecure as to whether he deserves such a chance at this; so hearing the two of you, the people he loves most, give him so much affection and encouragement he couldn’t refuse.

You three spend long nights together designing the interior and exterior of the tea shop; going for a sleek botanical look with a hint of rustic charm.

You were the creative of the three, designing the logo and even the menu; Erwin would be like 😧 being super impressed with your talents. He is very good with his hands in the DIY department, but can barely draw a stick figure!

You decide to call the tea shop Ackerman & Co. (as much as Levi tried to argue against it, it is of course his dream and thought it would be a lovely gesture of yours and Erwin’s love towards him). Needless to say, Levi loved your reasoning and eventually accepted it.

The three of you visiting the store before buying it, Erwin ever so vigilant with his questions. From “Is there a persistent mould problem” to “are the neighbours noisy?”

Luckily it seems things are perfect, the store is located just off the high streets but close enough to attract some wandering customers. A little detail I would like to add is that the store is close to a cathedral and one of Levi’s favourite things to do (especially at night) is to open a window and listen out to the bell chimes.

“Is it big enough for your bed?” The answer to that is yes! As you insisted that the three of you share a King size bed (although Levi doesn’t sleep that often as it is, he still enjoys the company) you worry that the living space may not be enough. Don’t worry, Erwin sized out the place; he measured the entire flat above the shop out with only a measuring tape.

You ask Miche, Hange and Moblit for help when it comes to building up the tea shop! From painting to decorating, Hange goes a little overboard with the plants, but it only adds to the charm. “Who the hell is going to water all of these?” Levi groaned, “don’t worry love, I will” you reassure him, he will of course make you keep a diary so you can keep an eye out and record watering times!

Erwin insists on adding a bookshelf into the shop; this means that customers can read whilst they are there, even setting up a weekly book club! You also suggest keeping a spot out for a book exchange, keeping an on-going flow of new content for the regular customers.

Before you officially open the shop, Kutchel (Levi’s mum) visits with a gift; it is a large kettle decorated with a giant green bow to ‘baptise’ the place (also came with a bouquet of flowers because she is a sweetheart). “I am so proud of you baby”

Levi won’t cry, but he’ll cry

Let me just say, Kutchel adores the two of you and is so proud and glad that Levi has people in his life who adore him as much as his mother does (although initially explaining polyamory to her was a challenge, she just didn’t understand at first! But she supports and loves you once she grasped the concept!)

The first day of opening was BUSY. Little did you three know, but Hange had invited EVERYONE they knew and even going up to people in the streets to come to the opening.

The most confident was Erwin, he was the main spokesperson in announcing your new place. Levi barely spoke, mostly to contain himself from just crying out of happiness. So to keep his strength, he will hold onto your hand all night, giving it tender squeezes if he started to feel overwhelmed.

Levi would be the manager, mainly working on the teas and coffee orders, Erwin is most definitely the baker, making muffins and cookies and all sorts! You were the waiter/waitress but you also had your hand in baking and/or tea making when it was needed!

You put up a message board in the main room so that customers and/or friends and family can leave post-it-notes on the board. Most of the notes you get are compliments of the establishment, but you will get the occasional “I love Erwin/Levi/Y/N” notes from your loved ones; those notes you keep up forever. - if ever you get any missing cat posters, Levi will make it his mission to look for said cat.

Levi insists on getting WIFI, but Erwin annoyingly will point out the large bookcase, stating that books are enough. He does eventually give in, but will purposefully set the password annoyingly long and complicated for the sake of being petty. The password would look something like L1v1nYNrmYl0vr$

You notice that Levi spends more time in bed with you three! He has definitely settled down a lot more, feeling so much joy that his dream came to light. You and Erwin of course enjoy the extra person to cuddle in bed.

Frequent visits from your friends, Hange will bring their laptop into the cafe to finish their thesis or other scientific reports; they would quite literally spend all day there and will sleep on the sofa if they could get away with it. - you do at least have a spare bedroom so if Hange stays too late, they have a place to sleep.

Levi putting out cat food for the local strays, a cute little quirk you only started noticing when a dozen cats were lined up outside the back entrance of the store.

The tea shop will of course be successful, so Levi decides to experiment and start his own line of teas. Starting off with the basic breakfast and earl greys and then into the fruity and herbal teas. Once he got his customers approval and satisfaction, he then sells the tea bags (and loose tea leaves) to customers to take home. He calls his tea ‘Teas of Freedom’ (like wings of freedom lmao) which become very popular.

GLASS TEAPOTS; you get to see the water change into beautiful colours once the teas infuse. The most popular being the jasmine tea where the flower blooms when the hot water is applied; Erwin’s face lights up EVERY TIME Levi prepares this kind of tea.

Can you imagine Levi’s face when someone comes in and asks for a Starbuck’s like order, he would be like “HUH???” But don’t worry, you step in and take the order effortlessly; Levi is a tea man, coffee is somewhat a foreign concept to him.

On quiet days, Erwin will come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, whispering sweet nothing into your ear and rocks you side to side. This man is so in love with you. He does this to Levi but not as often...mostly because even on not so busy days Levi is busy.

Imagine catching quick little kisses whilst its busy, hugging is one thing but a quick kiss on the cheek is honestly so cute; Levi would 100% get distracted and a lot more clumsy if you plant a forehead kiss on him whilst he’s preparing tea.

EEEEP I hope you enjoyed it!! I love EURI as it is, but being a x reader it meant I got an excuse to write them!

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bumi + lin getting caught or how everyone found out about their relationship :-))))

Title: Discretion

Note: Here’s what I have for this particular Lin/Bumi II prompt. Hope you enjoy 😊

· Pairing: Lin/Bumi II

· One-shot, post-series AU

· Rating: Teen

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Bumi was whistling as the hustle and bustle around Air Temple Island continued in preparation for Varrick’s wedding. Why they allowed the wedding and the party on the island, he had no idea.

He watched the tired teenagers who were hovering excitedly around the affianced. He supposed they all deserved some sort of merrymaking after what he had dubbed in his mind as the Kuvira Incident. It also was not a bad idea to have them use this time to work out their romantic entanglements, he thought as he eyed the various couples gravitating toward each other.

It also gave him a lovely excuse to meet up with his ownromantic entanglement.

The former military man faced the city pensively.

He frowned as the water lapped against the shore. The sun continued to shine brightly even as the buildings at the island across showed devastation, some still slightly smoldering days after the attack.

The Kuvira Incident did put things into perspective.

Well, that went dark quickly.

He blinked away grim thoughts and focused instead on the fairy lights being hung around the courtyard.

As he decided earlier, they all deserve some merrymaking.

---

“What are you doing skulking around?” Bumi asked the lady in green, who was looking down at a kebab that had seemed to have displeased her.

Lin Beifong scoffed. “I am not.” And continued to examine the mystery meat on the stick.

Bumi sauntered closer to her, standing at her side, joining her quiet observation of the party. “What on earth did that kebab do to you?” He waved his free hand to said meat on a stick; his other hand occupied with helping him take a swig of whatever fruity punch Varrick was serving.

She bit it furiously while rolling her eyes. “It’s a bit tasteless, if you must know.”

Bumi bit back a laugh and just hummed.

While she could eat instant noodles as well as any cadet living off rations, Lin did have her snobby side to food when it comes to social events thrown by the upper-class.

“Then again, Varrick is tasteless when it comes to most things.” Lin added, her scowl scaring off a Nuktuk-attired waiter who had the misfortune of glancing their way to offer more refreshments.

This time, Bumi let out a laugh, earning him a smirk from the metalbender.

“Well, that’s true. Let me join you in disparaging the libation too – not a single touch of alcohol in this drink.”

They stood there, at the fringe of the party crowd for a while – he sipping the vile drink, she chewing the tough meat.

“They allowed you to wear that?”

It took Bumi a moment to understand she meant his uniform. “I am a retired commander after all.” That and because he did not want to be dressed in formal wear that was almost identical to what his brother was wearing.

Lin swallowed her food. “Hmm, I've been thinking of that too…”

“Me in a military uniform?” Bumi waggled his eyebrows and received a smack on his arm. “You in my uniform?” Another smack.

“Retiring.” She said it so quietly he thought he must have misunderstood her.

He briefly wondered what could have made her arrive at a such a life-changing decision. Then again, if that meant that she would be closer to safety than danger…

“I don’t see why not?” He tossed back with a grin, noting the veiled concern on Lin’s face, worried about his reaction. “As long as it’s what you truly want.”

Lin’s posture relaxed after that.

They continued to sip and eat in silence.

They saw Rohan running at the other side of the court, weaving through the people who were starting to go to the dance floor. Huan was noticeably dragged by Ikki to dance (“Kid takes after her mother, doesn’t she?” Bumi murmured in jest, only to get an elbow to his side as Lin shook her head.).

As people went over to the dance floor, it would not be long before someone noticed the lady beside him. Chief of Police or not, she always did strike quite a figure. Without all the armor (literally and figuratively), it could be easily argued the Lin could be approachable.

He stood closer at her side. He twitched his pinky finger to touch hers.

Her eyes darted to him.

The mood of the party was happy and hopeful. He knew this feeling. He had seen this before. The sigh of relief and desperation for something good after a long hard military campaign.

His face remained cheerful and proceeded to talk about everything and nothing.

Lin’s expression softened. “Want to leave the party?” Her pinky finger hooked around his.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

As always, Lin was the only one who saw through him.

---

Propping himself up on his elbow, Bumi watched her sleep.

Lin had always been a light-sleeper. He got that – living with a constant threat hanging at their back or having a long career that required alertness and rapid reaction time does that to you. That was why it never ceased to amaze him that the metalbender manages to have long uninterrupted sleep whenever they were together.

Spirits knew how much she deserved to sleep in.

He had sighed in relief when Lin said she had lied last night. She had not just been thinking of retiring from the police force – she had already filed her retirement to both President Raiko and headquarters. And, in true efficient Beifong fashion, she had secured approval within days. He did not think she had fully recovered and taking a break (albeit a permanent one) was more than needed.

His eyes traced the dark eye bags and pale complexion. The rebuilding efforts and the ton of work post-Kuvira Incident took a toll on her.

Her skin, already marred with various scars and marks throughout the years, was much too pale. Each imperfection was linked with a story. Each story building up to who Lin was now today.

Her ankle had a small scar, almost invisible unless you knew where to look, from her childhood escapades.

There was the jagged scar, stitches very much apparent on her calf from her earlier days as a beat officer.

A smattering of bruises at her lower back was still present, souvenir from being tossed off the colossus.

Her shoulder, while exhibiting any outer trauma, was still healing from being dislocated from the same scrimmage with death.

There were more across her body, but the most recent ones were those that hit Bumi the hardest.

He was the one who found the Beifong sisters unconscious in the arm of the mecha giant.

He had been beyond terrified until found their respective pulses.

He feared it would have been too late for him, for them. Then Lin fluttered her eyes open, and, despite her shallow breaths, managed to croak out in a less than acerbic tone to help her down.

He mused now in the pale daylight that he ought to have done something then, said something then. He decided to rectify that now.

Before he could even reach over to wake her up in that delicious manner he was planning, several loud knocks beat at his door. He subconsciously tightened his grip around Lin’s waist.

“Bumi? Bumi!” Tenzin.

“We know you’re in there.” Su. “Open up!”

Bumi threw a worried glance at Lin, but she was still asleep and simply buried her face closer to his chest, ensconced under his fluffy comforter and buried under his equally soft pillows. He leaned back and closed his eyes, willing their unwanted siblings away.

Maybe if I pretended to be asleep, they would leave us alone…

Knock-knock-knock! A pause. Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock-knock!

“Bumi!”

He closed his eyes tighter.

Knock-knock-knock!

“Wait a minute, maybe it’s unlocked anyway…”

What are they talking about?

Bumi found out soon enough when the sound of the door sliding open reached his ears.

“Bumi – I can’t find -!”

He sat up quickly, making sure Lin was comfortable and quite hidden from view.

His visitors stopped at the doorway, enough to trespass but not enough to take a full scan of the room.

“Ohhh, I’m – we’re – sorry –.” Tenzin stammered, quite apologetic for bursting in his brother’s room.

Su did not have the same misgivings. “Bumi has a lady friend!”

“He does?!” A new voice called out with shock.

Tenzin and Su, he can tolerate but having the kids over – Bumi decided he drew the line there.

Fight shock with shock.

He stood up quickly, unmindful of being seen in his birthday suit.

“Oh sweet Spirits Agni! Bumi! Cover yourself!”

“My eyesss!”

The Avatar and Bolin immediately shouted over gasps of shock.

Bumi stretched languidly, pretending that nothing was amiss. He will not be embarrassed. That was their problem, they were the ones who were invading his privacy.

To be fair, he had no issues about his nudity so it was not really a big issue. It was just that with Lin in his bed – well, the situation was a bit tricky. Fortunately, her face was still hidden under the comforter. He pulled it higher, never mind that part of her leg is still visible.

“To what do I owe this wake-up call?” Bumi scratched his beard, acting as though this was a normal occurrence. He did delight in making his brother uncomfortable. They became closer in the latter years. Old habits die hard though.

“Bumi, we apologize for barging in this morning.” Tenzin was looking over his shoulder. “But could you – at least -.” He waved at the general direction of the naked man.

Bumi took his sweet time going around the room to pull on some clean shorts.

Su took this opportunity to push out the kids out of the room, who he now saw included both pro-bending brothers, Asami, Opal, and the Avatar.

“Why is the entire cavalry here?” Bumi sauntered to the door, blocking everyone’s view of the room and angling his body to stand in the way of the bed. “What’s up?”

“It’s Lin.”

A beat.

“What about her?”

“She’s missing. I didn’t know when she went home last night.” Su wringed her hands in worry. “I called her house, no one answered. We went over and she wasn’t there.”

It annoyed Bumi how they were suddenly on Lin’s case when they barely said two words to her the night before. There was bound to be a hidden agenda to this sudden worry.

“Your sister is a grown woman and she's been taking care of herself without you lot for more than a decade now.

He scanned the faces around him.

Postures stiffened, Tenzin flinched, eyes avoided Bumi’s.

Yeah¸ that’s what I thought.

Su stomped lightly. “Regardless of that,” The woman was adamant and would not back down. “We intend to go to the station to report her missing, with or without your inputs.”

Mako looked downright uncomfortable, Bumi thought the boy genuinely cared for his mentor.

“Boy, anything you’d like to add, detective?” Bumi nodded at the firebender.

“We can’t file a missing person’s case unless the person has been missing for more than 24 hours.” Mako shifted his eyes.

“There you go. Drop the matter, Su. I’m sure Lin is fine.”

Su looked like she was about to argue and Tenzin was about to say something but Mako beat him to it.

Still not catching anyone’s eyes, Mako started. “And well, what if the Chief also had a lady friend like Bumi? Or a gentleman friend?”

Bumi almost snorted.

Gentleman friend, what?

The detective was looking ill now but props to the boy.

“Lin with a special friend is highly unlikely.” Lin’s sister said decidedly, waving off Mako’s theory.

Bumi snorted now. “Right, because you’d know, ain’t it right?”

“I don’t see why not?” Suyin frowned, crossing her arms.

Moments like this Bumi was reminded why Lin still held some form of dislike towards her sister.

Asami tried to mediate. “I don’t think Chief Beifong would appreciate her private life being discussed like this.”

Bumi knew he always liked the Sato girl, he nodded and added. “Please don’t do this to try to assuage your…guilt.”

As expected, there were reactions from Su and Tenzin.

“We are not -!”

“Nonetheless, Bumi, Lin is…” Tenzin’s words trailed off and color drained from his face as he continued to look over his brother’s shoulder.

Bumi knew the moment Tenzin realized who was in his bed. He quickly slid the door closed. He tried to meet his brother’s eye, but the man was resolutely looking away.

“Safe.” Tenzin managed to choke out. “Let’s go everyone, I’m sure Lin is very safe.”

Su turned on Tenzin, obviously shocked by his sudden change. “What are you talking about, Tenzin – we -.”

“If Bumi says Lin is okay, then she probably is.” Was the simple yet shifty response.

“But we need Lin to -!”

Opal elbowed her mother gently, asking her to drop the issue. It did not escape Bumi’s notice.

There was the hidden agenda – Su needs Lin for something.

The group scurried away as both Tenzin and Mako helped herding them away from the bedrooms.

---

Bumi figured it was too early to be dealing with anything.

He rejoined a sleeping Lin in bed, who in turn, burrowed into his side.

He will deal with the real world later. For now, he will enjoy this.

---

Ignoring Suyin who was still chattering about one thing or another (in all likelihood berating him for not supporting her call to search for her sister), Tenzin mulled over his earlier discovery.

Lin and Bumi are together.

Not just together but together – together.

He wringed with his hands as they walked to the dining hall.

How long have they been together?

He had thought that this knowledge would bother him – well, it did, he reconsidered, but not for the reasons he might have initially thought of.

It was bothering him the same way it would have bothered him to see any woman sleeping with his older brother.

He had reconciled with his siblings and the Beifongs in the recent years, but some things should have remained private between them.

Like Bumi’s sex life.

Like Lin’s sex life.

Like their sex life.

Oh, how he wished he gone back to the past few minutes when he was still blissfully unaware. Or he hoped he would have already forgotten the markings and scars on Lin’s legs in order to not have recognized her in his brother’s bed.

Ah well, Tenzin eyed Lin’s family, the Avatar, Bolin, Asami, and Mako walking beside him, here’s hoping they not find out soon.

He doubted greatly that Lin would enjoy her relationship being disclosed before she deemed it necessary.

He recalled Bumi’s stance earlier, how protective he was of an unknowing Lin.

End of the day, Tenzin just wanted both of them to find happiness. He had did them both wrong in their lifetime and was at a loss on how to rectify it. The airbender had been trying in the past years, but there was only so much he could do.

Too little, too late, he always thought.

Tenzin waved at the acolytes that were leaving the dining hall. Pema sat down beside him and smiled as she handed him the platter of food. He smiled back, thinking still how lucky he was to have her by his side.

And now, by some peculiar twist of fate, Bumi and Lin found each other.

And, if, they make each other happy and content, then, Tenzin decided then and there, he will support them in any way that he can.

---

“Bro, are you going to eat that last piece?”

Mako was shaken from his reverie. Bolin stabbed the food on his plate at his head shake.

“Are you alright, Mako?” Asami was always the sensitive and observant of the group.

The firebender tossed a look at the Avatar chatting with Bolin and Opal at the other side of the table. After making sure that they were preoccupied, he turned to Asami.

Asami raised her eyebrows at him. “Well?”

“I think I know where the chief is.” He could not help but dart a wary glance at the Beifongs. “But it’s not my place to say.” Mako quickly added.

Asami leaned back at her seat and looked at him quizzically. “How did you know where?”

Mako dropped his utensils on the plate and covered his face with his hands. He was not one of Lin’s proteges for nothing.

One of his strengths as a detective is his keen eye for detail.

And details did not evade him in that brief view of Bumi’s bedroom.

It was quite obvious to him that the strewn pieces of clothing belonged to someone he had seen in attendance in the wedding reception earlier.

And that someone is his commanding officer.

---

Said commanding officer made her presence known at the lunch table that noon, surprised at seeing everyone still on the island.

That Chief Beifong was not expecting that there were still other guests at the residential area of Air Temple Island was fairly obvious, as Bumi was walking beside her, whispering at her side with a smile.

The plan was, actually, for most of the guests to have already gone their own ways but that morning’s excursion to Republic City made everyone’s itinerary delayed and their breakfast turned into brunch.

She exchanged a look with Bumi who shrugged and tried to sit at one of the empty tables unnoticed.

Now, while Mako might have been blessed with a sense of discretion, the same cannot be expected of his brother.

This became much apparent when said brother had gaped and thoughtlessly exclaimed, “Lin! We’ve been looking for you all morning – at what corner of Air Temple Island did you sleep at? I doubt this is the walk of shame.”

This pronouncement drew the attention of everyone in the hall – attention at her (their) very late entry and at her clothes which were clearly too formal for the day.

No one dared speak up as the metalbender simply glared at the earthbender, not responding.

There was complete silence in the dining hall.

…until comprehension dawned on Suyin Beifong’s face.

Then all hell broke lose.

---end---

Note: That could have probably gone better but let me know what you think. Anon, hope that worked for you (feel free to leave a note/msg :) ) Hope everyone is doing good, at least.

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