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( OPEN ) FIGHTING CRIME BY MOONLIGHT
WHO: Every Outsider interested!
WHAT: Catch-all log for cleaning up (or making more of a mess of) Neo Tokyo's crime scene! Refer to the OOC post here for details. Neo Tokyo's current social and political climate can be found under the World / Setting section here.
WHERE: Neo Tokyo, Japan.
WHEN: Nov 2024 & onward.
WARNINGS: Violence, drug use, threats and coercion … whatever else that happens where crime and criminal activity are involved. Please mark for other CWs if necessary!
From the month of November and onward, Outsiders can find recruitment posters around the base for a specialised subsection of an anonymous Neo Tokyo security agency! Feel free to assume that's where most of the directives come from.
Current quests relating to this player plot can be found under < STREET FIGHTER > and < RISE AND THRIVE > on the QUEST BOARD.
People are free to use this log or their own for open and closed starters. However, if you'd like to contribute to the quest chain or setting changes, please remember to eventually submit your links and a summary under the associated quests! Otherwise, go wild!
WHAT: Catch-all log for cleaning up (or making more of a mess of) Neo Tokyo's crime scene! Refer to the OOC post here for details. Neo Tokyo's current social and political climate can be found under the World / Setting section here.
WHERE: Neo Tokyo, Japan.
WHEN: Nov 2024 & onward.
WARNINGS: Violence, drug use, threats and coercion … whatever else that happens where crime and criminal activity are involved. Please mark for other CWs if necessary!
From the month of November and onward, Outsiders can find recruitment posters around the base for a specialised subsection of an anonymous Neo Tokyo security agency! Feel free to assume that's where most of the directives come from.
Current quests relating to this player plot can be found under < STREET FIGHTER > and < RISE AND THRIVE > on the QUEST BOARD.
People are free to use this log or their own for open and closed starters. However, if you'd like to contribute to the quest chain or setting changes, please remember to eventually submit your links and a summary under the associated quests! Otherwise, go wild!
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[ but it's not as teasing as it might be with a banter between them, malkuth crossing her own with a... conflicted expression on her face.
... this procedure really was painful in such a way -- she'd come to a host club for the services they gave (her outfit teeming with the energy of a young woman ready to be pampered, short straps and dress ending at her thighs,) but to find elysium working nearby if not at it by the distance? her luck's either really rotten, or really good. she's hedging on the former. but the expression relents and she raises a hand to push him gently against the wall. kind of a "rest" push.
kind of. since her hand stays at his chest, though there's the notable tenseness of someone restraining themselves. ]
Kabru wasn't enough for your wandering hands back by the campfire?
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The thing about being undercover was that you could never be sure who was watching or when. He recognises the figure as Malkuth, and his blood runs cold. Any less accustomed to running recon and his smile would wane—but as it stands, his maintains his good-natured grin, exhaling an amused laugh as his back meets the wall.
Even a hint of implant usage at an unusual time could tip off the more paranoid, keeping them from revealing any of the cards they held close to their chest. ]
Kabru? Can't say the name rings a bell.
[ Superficially, they're back in the business of selling illusions and dreams. Beyond that, it's a thinly guised nightmare as a hand reaches up to the hand at his chest, fingers curling around hers. He leans forward, their foreheads touch. No amount of cologne and time spent outdoors would be enough to diffuse the utter stench of alcohol that's permeated both his breath and clothes—which, if she were to match it to the hosts not on their break, is a perfect match. ]
… Not when there's you and only you. [ The same hand drags hers gently upward. Eyes fluttering shut as their hands come between them, he presses a chaste kiss to the back of hers. ] It'd be nice if that's how it could be.
[ surely this fakeass behaviour rings some alarm bells, ]
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but they're silly, selfish fantasies, stupid and without sense. in truth, seeing him again is nice -- even with the letters, she'd been concerned about him. even with the eventual pictures, she'd been worried.
still, still, she lets herself laugh, taken by the sweet words, before she turns her hand herself to gently grip his chin. it only looks firm, stepping closer as if in true secret as her voice lowers. ]
Well, let's let it be for a little while. How's that sound? I need a partner for the night, and you're a handsome enough man -- I'll take your company for a few hours and we'll see if I don't end up as drunk as you do on your sweet words alone.
[ she does, after all, want to know. and keep him from drinking any further. ]
Got a room to entertain me in?
[ that they can drop the act in? if not, she can work with it. ]
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For the most part, he functions just fine even addled with alcohol. But it's only natural to miss the smallest details—like her attempts to guise unnatural behavior. As so far her appearance at this specific juncture goes… He has his questions, pocketed for later when the mission wasn't at risk of being compromised.
… Really. There were so many better areas for her to take her business to. He's disgruntled; he swallows it down. ]
Hey now, you're talking to the most handsome guy on the block—if not the whole city. I'm technically still on my break, but for you? I'll cut it short, whatever you need.
[ And a moment to gently dislodge himself from her hold, sliding his hand in its place to thread their fingers together and tug. ]
And that goes for any other request you might have, too.
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I'm a selfish woman, so I've got plenty. You really think you can handle all of them, pretty boy?
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Meaning. He'll pay her back. She might notice him subtly using his height to shield her from the majority of onlookers—or she might not.
But the stench in the air doesn't really improve, especially without the relief of being outdoors—smoke, alcohol, deodorant, and perfume all mingling into a stale, suffocating mix that clings to the air. It's enough to make someone choke. The smells relent somewhat the further down the hall they go, but they never truly disappear, as if they've latched onto their clothes themselves. Eventually, as they reach one of the rooms at the very back, its design radiating opulence—Malkuth will find herself lead into it, before being pinned against the door itself. ]
… So? What are you doing here, Miss Weiss? I can't imagine this being conducive for your image if this were to get out.
i dont care youre leaving at the end of the month ull pry this one from my h
(kind of a subconscious understanding that he is, but nothing she notes; she also wouldn't understand why until--)
her back is against the door, still suffocated from the scents that cling to them, and malkuth
can't say she isn't against this position they're in. even understanding that it's not what it should be, given elysium's act; it's not what it could be, given their own careful distance. the body wants what it wants, especially with the surgery still so recent, and her face flushes as she tries to be indifferent. in line with an elijah weiss who's been caught where she shouldn't. ]
... Just looking for some company. Even a rising starlet's got her vices. [ calling him anything but would be a lie in many senses. ] Who'd believe any rumor mill that claimed I was though?
[ they're speaking in doubles, that much she knows. but she will always layer truth in with hers, and she speaks quieter. ]
A handsome face like yours wouldn't be out of place on the silver screen. [ elliot? ] Wanna be scouted? [ someone new? ] I can pull some strings.