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bakerstreet2025-05-27 06:54 am
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Not a job? Not just.
 It's only business, nothing personal...at least, that's how it started. You were pegged as the right one for a job that involves this person; your task could be positive, such as protecting them with their consent or without it, guiding them from point a to point b, and the like - or, as seedier transactions tend to go, it could be negative. You have to take them back to a place they really don't want to return to, you have to be a jailor, or you even have to be their assassin. At the very least, helping or hurting, you'll be compensated generously (by money or, you know, by not being killed off). And that was all that mattered. Until they mattered. They could have shown you something you never knew existed in the world or in yourself. They could have done any number of things, yet they've won you and your feelings over. Your priorities just may shift because of this, but will their view of you do the same as soon as they learn why you were around them in the first place? For your own gain? Will they be able to forgive you? Even if they can, will they be able to see you the way you see them?
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Rude | Final Fantasy VII
If you prefer having your character be the one hired for a job, it's much more likely that he's soliciting your services on behalf of Shinra Inc., and it's probably not aboveboard. ]
hiiragi kashima | given | m/m
Shadow Man | Mega Man | OTA
Cassie Cage | Mortal Kombat | OTA
stolas goetia | helluva boss | ota
For the purposes of filling the prompt, this will either be set before he loses his rank and wealth ( gotta pay ig ) or in some AU? ie, he does not have to be a demonic owl mothra freak. Just imply if you go for a humanized route. Canon!birb is made for being protected. If you are not Blitz, expect a spoiled mfer. OH, and if your muse is not a fighter, he was 100% subject to private tutoring in all areas of study including etiquette and the like. The dork came out as gay in the most gay way possible but platonic anything is welcome! ]
Garrison Kane ⓧ X-Men ⓧ OTA
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[ for once, their evening isn't interrupted by hired killers.
it's a first for the both of them since leaving weapon x. turned out stryker took that a little personally, go figure. he figured they'd go their separate ways by now but wade saved his ass and then he saved wade's and then wade saved his ass again. if any more ass gets saved they're gonna have to start a donkey farm.
he looks at wade over the fire as he tosses another branch into the flames. he's fought alongside the guy several times, ever since the original team x split up, but he's never been able to figure him out. maybe he ought to ask him. ]
How long you gonna keep that? [ he asks instead, nodding to victor's severed head on a stick. ] Not that it wasn't cool watching you kill him, I just don't want to wake up to it calling you like the Green Goblin mask.
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[He then shifts his attention to the bionic man in front of him, putting the stake aside.]
I don't wanna jinx it, but it really is a beautiful night. Just you, me and a campfire. All we need is some sheep and we got or own Brokeback Mountain scene.
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[His cheeks heat up when the snarky swordsman focuses on him and for a second he looks like a deer in headlights. Then he makes a big show of rolling his eyes.]
Is that supposed to be a come-on or are you setting me up for a joke? C'mon. I'm dumb, but I'm not that dumb.
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I wasn't about to set you up for a joke. But no worries, I'm not spitting on my dick for your benefit. I like you, but I don't like you that much.
[Half true. He's a man of many tastes and yes, he wouldn't say no. He's easy going like that. But it's not the ideal time for any of that. Maybe things had cooled off and Garrison had gotten over himself.]
hey you!! 👋☺️ good to see you around!
[All shiny and gleaming, like a brand new dollhouse for one. It's a story of rags to riches so quick it'd make anyone's head spin. Payment for a job well done, whisked away from the life of a desperate gutter rat and into the lap of luxury. Or is it more of a little treat, for a trick obediently performed? There's precious little difference in Rico's mind, when it comes down to it.]
long time no see!!! 😀👋 might've yelled when I saw you in my inbox ngl
[He isn't sure he recognizes his own voice. He barely recognizes himself. Dressed in a suit that cost more than he used to earn in a year, scrubbed clean of all the grime of the streets, his life's changed so fast and he's still playing catch-up. Rehabilitated, as the lawmen say, and the funny thing is it's no lie -- Rico did make a law-abiding citizen out of him. Sort of.]
The rent on this joint's got to cost a fortune, though. Was Gibson really worth this? I mean... you could set me up anywhere in Oldtown and it'd still be more lux than my old digs, you know?
[An Iso-Cube would be more lux than his old digs, but that's beside the point. He wasn't really expecting much of a reward for wasting Gibson, sure as stomm wasn't expecting this much reward. Everything's too polished and all the open airy space makes the slummy juve in him uneasy. Kane still take it any day of the week over the resyk belt.
Absently, he fingers the metal band tucked under his crisp shirt's neckline. Rico's insurance policy on him. He's gotten used to it, for better or worse. Doesn't even feel it anymore.]
✨✨✨
[He says it matter-of-fact, because he has. Been through his fridge, too. Contents in need of some cleaning out, considering Garrison hadn't been back to his old home since. Or ever would be again. But Rico lowers his arm and turns his full attention to him, finding it important enough to correct a misapprehension.]
Gibson wasn't worth all this. You are.
[All this being spacious, bland, and expensively decorated. A spotless white couch meant to seat ten people and real potted plants, avante-garde wall sconces underneath vid-screens placed too high. Maybe a little too high-brow for whatever a punk might consider buying with all the creds in the world. But for all that it feels overly exposed with the south-facing, floor-to-ceiling windows for a sprawling view interrupted only by the other luxury apts, privacy is a privilege the rich can afford. The one-way glass lets in plenty of sunlight to illuminate the interior while allowing none of the external surveillance to come with it... which makes certain matters very convenient indeed. All this cost somebody a small fortune, and it sure wasn't Rico. Haha. But he isn't about to dissuade Kane of the impression that he's paying an obscene amount to keep him in comforts.
Not that he looks very comfortable right now. Garrison looks good dressed up like this, standing in front of a mirror, clean lines settled and creased against broad shoulders - but there’s no making him ordinary. No hiding the discomfort that he doesn’t belong in clothes as expensive as these, has never thought that he would belong in it. He looked better in the chaos of the nightclub, red eye flaring in the dark. More himself. Kane touches his collar with a hand that could snap bone, and Rico smiles.]
You want me to send you to a different place?
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[He has to consciously work to keep his face and tone casual. Stupid, not to see that coming. Of course Rico would check out his stommhole of a hab. Searched and tossed it too, probably. Not like it's the first time. Never bothered him before, shouldn't bother him now. Shouldn't, but it does.
His balance is still off. He shifts his weight restlessly, looking down and avoiding eye contact until Rico's voice forces him to look back up again. Then the words in that cracked-gravel purr hit him. Kane blinks once, twice, freezing for a split-second like a bad holovid buffering. He opens his mouth with no idea what's going to come out.]
I am?
[He didn't think he'd done particularly well. He'd gotten the job done, obviously, but not smoothly. A lot of property damage, a lot of bodies laid out along the way. Just about every rule he'd been taught as a blitzer he'd broke that night. Not exactly execution worthy of a Judge's favor. Except now Kane's being told that it is. That he is. He doesn't know what to do with it. Tilting his head, the look on his face is almost curious, like he's waiting for the other boot to drop. Boots, he knows how to deal with. When it becomes clear that no boot is forthcoming his face breaks into a hesitant smile, simple stupid gratitude written across his face at Rico's largesse.
Maybe this really is a square deal, no con job. Drokk, it felt so good to just cut loose, obeying with no hesitation or second thoughts, putting his trust completely in this man's hands. There's no question whether or not Rico's comfortable, lounging back in his seat like it's a throne, incongruous with the rest of the room's décor in his black leather uniform, clearly not giving a single stomm. Grud, he's hooked straight through the bag, isn't he? Judge Dredd could open a window right now, tell him to jump, and he would. All he has to do is smile that knife-sharp smile and Kane lights up from ear to ear.]
No. This is where you want me, right? If this is where you want me, this is where I'll stay.
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click.
...Well, he wouldn't exactly have had much of a face left to plaster that adorable smile onto. Would've been the last of his body parts taken by Rico, haha.
They've got something special. He can feel it, can see it right here. He could've paid for professionalism, but that's all he would get. There's no buying the kind of deliration that goes into closing a collar around yourself. No amount of creds in the world that'll buy that kind of complete and utter faith, and he can see it shining behind Kane's eyes. It's an ego trip, for sure.]
Well they're your spoils. So enjoy them.
[he says, like a little private joke. To the victor it all goes, so do with it what you will. Turns out there are upsides to Gibson keeping a nice place like this hidden in his back pocket. Somebody else already did all the legwork to establish it on the sly and keep it off-the-books, and three can keep a secret if one was murdered by the other two. Move-in ready, wasn't that nice?
But that's besides the point. Right now, he eyes Kane, critical.]
Your tie's lopsided, [he remarks, but he sounds more amused than irritated.] Never been taught how to do it right?
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