deviant stares (open)

[1ntagli0]

Who: 1ntagli0 and You (Open)
What: Hanging around, being fucking bored.
Where: Around.
When: Now.
Warnings: Zinc has a propensity to be offensive and/or sexual.

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[ He hates this place. A bubble of infinite boredom where he has nothing worth pursuing and no projects to keep his mind active. He had kept himself amused defacing the town, but the novelty

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a)

[truailligh]

It's good, feeling back to her old self again; she is overdressed as normal (black tights, ridiculous heels - dreamt up Louboutins - and a red dress, something like a fifties throwback) as she wanders around, looking for anything that might be interesting for decorating the flat or her own Promenade given residence.

She recognises him easily enough from the last time they met but she hangs back for a moment, debating whether or not she should pass him by because the last conversation they had left her flustered. But it feels like a challenge in her mind and she doesn't back down from them so she makes her way over to fall in step with him, heels clicking sharply against the pavement.

"No ASBO winning street art today?"

[1ntagli0]

They make a nicely dressed pair. While he would never be caught dead in a suit, he wears his clothes well tailored and the start black and white palette works with his dark and strong features. He knows that, he's also just entirely too disinterested in anything involving 'fashion' to be bothered with the mixing and matching of color. Leave that to the artists, right?

His expression is neutral as he eyes her from beneath his mask.

"I am not a one trick pony."

[truailligh]

Considering that she finds half the residents of the city to be ragamuffins who either put in no effort or those who should be shot before they're allowed to pick out their own clothing, seeing someone dressed well is nice.

"What's on the agenda today then?"

She gathers her hair back from her mask as she speaks - really, she should change it because this one is heavy and truth be told she's getting bored with keeping the same one for months because she generally wears something a few times then casts it aside - eyeing him. She has no idea if she'll fare better in person or not but at least her entire face is covered if he flusters her at all.

[1ntagli0]

He's watching her in kind, eyes following the drape of her hair and the curl of her fingers, the design of her mask. He's always taking in details, whether he'll need them later or not, they sear themselves into his mind.

"In search of more interesting prospects," he tells her easily, head tilting with a faint smirk. "You'll do, if you like."

She can take that how she will, really.

b~

[vanagandr]

[ Fenrir has never been one to turn down a fight. He's seen Zinc before, of course, but the fact of the matter is that it isn't the man that interests him. It's the fight. It's the blood.

Whatever Eden is planning, it can't come soon enough.

He rushes, a blur of fur and teeth, and leaps for one of the men fighting with Zinc. He's large, larger than an average wolf, and he knows how to kill quickly so they don't struggle.

He goes for the throat. ]

[1ntagli0]

[Zinc is rarely surprised by anything, but he is willing to be honest that a wolf entering his fight is unexpected.

Unexpected, but welcome. He wasn't particularly interested in killing any of these men, he didn't like to kill people. It was boring, it was messy and finite and really not something which appealed to him. But he would probably have to if he wanted to scare them off. Otherwise they would overrun him.

Zinc also had no problem enjoying watching others kill. That was a show, and he steps back to admire it, more fixated on the wolf than on the nervous people that shriek and back away from it.]

[vanagandr]

[ He doesn't kill like an artist would. He kills like a beast -- fitting, because that's what he is. He snaps the neck in his jaws, teeth breaking through thin flesh. The man struggled, but not enough to get away, and he is the victor. Survival of the fittest.

He jerks his head up to snarl at the crowd, parts of the man's neck coming up with his jaws. ]

Get out of here! Run with your tails between your legs!

[ And then he turns his head, looks at Zinc and licks blood off his face. He doesn't say anything to him, though, just looks and waits. ]

[1ntagli0]

[A smile pulls at his face, half because the wolf can talk and half because of what it has to say. It's a sharp little expression, and tucks his hands into his pockets placidly. He is very good and tuning his persona to fool his fellow humans, but he... very much doubts he can pretend to be anything but what he is to a wolf. His stance is placid, yes, but never harmless.]

Very dramatic.

D: It's not my fault, it was RNG

[no_hometown]

[Sephiroth feels restless, and also aimless. There are few things to occupy his time here so far, at least in a way he finds intriguing.

He investigates to satisfy his curiosity, but without any greater purpose in mind. He does want to return home, but what does he have to return to now? He doesn't know. From what he understands, there's no need for haste.

He travels down the streets, at times as quickly and soundlessly as a SOLDIER can, and times at a usual speed, blending in with the other pedestrians as well as he's able, considering the fact that he is usually a man apart, no matter where he goes. He doesn't quarrel with those who say he's lived here all his life. Why should he? It's a waste of his time and energy.]

that brilliant rng

[1ntagli0]

[He's a perceptive creature, has an eye for small things, for details, and though the soldier moves with agility, the efficiency in his step draws Zinc's attention, and curiosity.

It is not unusual at all for Zinc to take to following random strangers on the streets, certainly not ones who cut as striking of a figure as Sephiroth does.

The question on his mind is a simple one, he is merely curious to see where that powerful stride is carrying him.]

it loves us

[no_hometown]

[Sephiroth's own perceptions have been enhanced, and Shinra's finest isn't easy to shadow without his knowledge. Zinc might manage it for some time, but not indefinitely.

He doesn't mind being followed. On the contrary, it's interesting. He could elude said pursuit in a moment once he notices it (it helps when you can teleport), but he doesn't bother.

Sephiroth has no definite goal in mind, but he has a way of striding with purpose. Perhaps he'll pass by his Place of Solace again, although according to what he's read, he won't be able to enter yet. He wants to see it, regardless, even though the sight doesn't thrill him. The 70-story skyscraper with its distinctive red diamond logo looms in the distance.]

[1ntagli0]

[Zinc had noticed this building, a new blot on skyline where there had not been one before. He has been curious as to just what it is, but had not found himself motivated to break into it and poke around.

A curious destination, and although he had been trailing a large distance behind Sephiroth, he walks up to join the man in front of the building.]

Is this yours?

a)

[blunderbussed]

[Well, well. After their first (and last) encounter, there's no way Dobryn could forget that man's face, nor how he had reacted to seeing his umbra. As such, it's with a certain level of curiosity that he watches him go about his business.]

Enjoying yourself, are you?

[1ntagli0]

[Zinc glances at him idly. It's is terribly difficult to mistake that prissy mode of address, now isn't it.]

No.

[He isn't always given to honesty, but at the moment there's little impetus to lie.]

It's astonishing how quickly this place returns to being dull.

[blunderbussed]

[Dobryn looks him over, taking the time to permanently etch the man's visage into his memory. When he responds, he's careful to keep his expression deliberately neutral.]

You seem much like the type to make your own entertainment.

[1ntagli0]

[Zinc snorts, a sharp little smile curling to his mouth.]

I do well enough when I have something to fuck.

[Blithely crass, the situation hasn't warranted any better behavior.]

Would you like to volunteer?

C

[reverse_impulse]

[Some things. Like a super speedy hand snatching some of that candy seconds before a new shadow is cast over the young man on the bench. Thad, maskless and in his civvies, has both arms resting on the back of the bench as he leans over it slightly and looks down at Zinc.]

What're you playing?

[He's a little curious, gold eyes flicking towards the game. Thankfully he's cut his hair down to it's normal length even if it is still brown. The dye hasn't washed out yet.]

[1ntagli0]

[He is not happy about this, kid. First of all, all these powers get more annoying than novel very quickly, and secondly that is definitely his sugar fix. Zinc sits up, arm out to push this looming thing back.]

Assault Horizon.

{Airplanes shooting things, blah blah blah, not very entertaining in Zinc's opinion, but it was mindless enough to keep him busy.]

[reverse_impulse]

[Thad moves a little farther down the bench as the occupant sits up. He nods a bit as he gets his answer and shrugs.]

Is it any good?

[1ntagli0]

Repetitive.

[He hands the little console over. He doesn't particularly care much, Thad can keep it, more can always be dreamed up. And if the kid has the thing in his hands, Zinc hopes his candy will remain unmolested B| ]

But it was killing time.