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Look Past the Blood on Your Hands

Red's in your ledger or you're making your way towards a crimson page by your very nature. Did you simply do what you had to do in order to survive? No one could understand how you lived. That could be just what you tell yourself, though; really, you might have enjoyed your crimes. You're not proud of some of what you've done, no matter what, and there's a part of you that will probably never heal.

If you were someone else looking in, you'd never be able to stand looking at you, much less stomach you.

But someone does all of that willingly. They can look past the blood on your hands and the bad decisions weighing on your shoulders. It's you they care about, not your history. Actually, they may even love you, though you can't begin to fathom why.

Comment with your character, preferences, and whether your character is the one with guilt or past sins or the one looking past all that.
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[f/m. answers will come from

shakethegalaxy too.]

[Edo-period cyborg, assassin for hire.

Jintetsu doesn't really enjoy his work. He never planned to start killing people professionally, it just sort of happened. The more people tried to kill him, the better he got at killing them first, but then his bounty just kept growing and before long everyone and their dog wanted him dead.

There wasn't much of a bounty anymore, after he'd died and been brought back to life. But at this point, between his metal body and the blood attached to his name, there was no way he could just settle down somewhere and resume a normal life... even though he wanted nothing more. All he could do now was keep drifting from place to place, taking jobs when he had to.

It's a living.]

((Assumed CR is fine! He's met plenty of people in his travels. Feel free to run ideas by me~))

( m/f for shipping and ota for gen. definitely the one looking beyond the past sins of the other person.

fyi: annie is a ghost and, save for a few occasions, only other supernaturals can see her - ghosts, vampires, werewolves, etc. but i don't mind AUing her alive for the purposes of this meme. c: she is also a new muse, so please bear with me while i find her voice! )

((Jintetsu's not technically supernatural, but he was dead for a while and it's implied he has some kind of connection with death still. I think it'd be fun if he could see or hear Annie but his talking sword couldn't xD

... now how to get them in the same part of the world at the same point in history ...))

(Definitely the one with past sins.)

[ OOC would love cross canon shenanigans, or even other Marvel muses? Cast-mates are awesome as well. ]

[ definitely the monster in this equation.

~~You're not proud of some of what you've done, no matter what, and there's a part of you that will probably never heal.~~

lol

or not.

likely incapable of truly requiting the feelings in question, but hella great at faking it. ]

[ooc: From one cannibal character to another! At least Hannibal is polite about the whole thing!]

He was nothing but a man; and an ordinary one at that. Mileena reeled with confusion as to why her soothsayers and prophets had told her to watch this creature. His social tendencies, his fineness and manners; his daily routine. All of it pointed towards the mundane. How could this sliver of a human give her any insight into the lives of the common-folk on Earth.

Spying, surveying, watching, mental note taking. All of it had bored her to verge of tears. Enough waiting she told herself it was now time to act. To see why this particular man had garnered such attention back home.

Approaching this devil-in-man's-clothing's home came with great ease; no sentries stood guard, no beasts waiting in pursuit of her trespassing, Mileena wondered how any man or woman lived in this world without the threat of being killed.

Several scenarios ran through her head as she approached what seemed to be the main door to this man's home but rather than make some grand entrance she simply wanted to speak with this so-called harbinger of death.

She couldn't ignore the fine smell wafting from the ventilation as she knocked sharply on the door. "You, man! Open your door!" She hissed behind the veil covering her mouth "I wish to speak to you!"

[ hannibal continues to rue the day that calling ahead before social calls dropped out of the common practice of social etiquette. unexpected visitors, while certainly often a point of interest, tended to threaten to insult his sense of what might be considered polite behavior.

particularly when the visitor in question opened with such abrasive commands. and particularly when they interrupted dinner preparations.

hmm.

interesting, indeed.

he opens the door in a polished, immaculate suit, his expression just as carefully arranged as he takes in the ... uniquely attired woman standing on his threshold. ] Good evening.

Mileena had made zero effort to integrate into modern, human society. She wore the archaic and, yes, unique attire fashioned in her homeland. At a glance she would have looked like an out of place trick or treater had the season been more appropriate but on closer inspection there were elements of her appearance that seemed a little too awkward. She was far too old to be some prankster teenager and her cat-like eyes made her stranger still.

From her perspective this man, this fine sample as he had been referred to as, didn't seem to fit the mark. Under careful examination he seemed so well turned out and prim that she couldn't envision this man being capable of the rumours she had been relayed.

"You are the man they call Hannibal, are you not?" She shifted her weight to try and look past him, perhaps the true killer was kept indoors and this man was his keeper. She scanned his appearance once more, unconvinced "I would speak with you, in private. Will you accommodate me or has my journey here been for nothing?"

There was the hint of an expression under her mask, muscles tightening "I will offer you something for your time. Fortune is widely sought in this realm, is it not? Perhaps we can come to an agreement?"

[ her contempt and suspicion hardly require acute observation to mark, regardless of the mask that hides half her face. but that's hardly the most interesting thing about her appearance here on his doorstep.

he has no doubt that there's something dangerous about the woman. it's in her very bearing, clearer still in those unusual eyes.

but he's never shirked from the dangerous. in fact, that only makes him more inclined to step aside, and gesture for her to come in. ] That won't be necessary. Miss...?

A title? There was something quaint about this man that probably garnered him a little too much of Mileena's trust. She could not deny the charms of a gentleman, especially one with such a glowing reputation.

"Aren't you sweet," She practically purred her response, quite the change from the harsh barking she'd been doing at the door earlier "the very thought of me being a 'miss' just--" she searched for the word gesturing with her hand as if she was winding in a line "--endearing. You can just call me Mileena." Any regal titles would be lost on this man, he hardly knew her homeland's politics.

She walked with an exaggerated sway to her hips and passed him into the hallway. "How very shy you are, you haven't even confirmed your name with me yet. Or perhaps you're waiting for the right moment to reveal yourself? I do so love theatrics."

[ he closes the door behind her, gesturing further in and following her towards a sitting room, those swinging hips never seeming to draw his gaze ] And how very bold you are, to accept my invitation without any confirmation of my identity. [ the words could almost sound like a threat, but he seems darkly amused instead. ] Please. Have a seat.

"Bold?" She echoed incredulously and she wondered if that was truly the first word that came to this creature's mind or it that had been buffered through many, many layers of etiquette and charm. Regardless, she rather liked this gentleman's soft touch. Kind to cruel, or so her spies had told her, how utterly fascinating.

Mileena could not ignore the interior of his home (if it even was his) and how it had been decorated. "What a charming home," she chimed finding a seat in what appeared to be his living room. She sat down as if she owned the place; spine flush with the chair, arms extended along the back and legs crossed in front of her. "I just can't find pieces like this for back home, craftsmanship is shocking where I come from." Small talk, idle chatter, she wanted to test the waters before she did or said something too revealing. "Don't suppose I could bother you for something to eat, could I? I am famished. And I heard that you are just--" she lazily rolled her hand at the wrist as if dusting for the word "--an artist with your food."

[ it's impossible to miss the implications there. his face remains an unreadable mask as he regards her, weighing whether this is truly informed baiting or something more innocent.

he has a difficult time believing such an unusual woman truly traveled here out of an appreciation for finely prepared cuisine, however. ] I was preparing something when you arrived. I was not expecting company, but I wouldn't be opposed to making my own a lighter course.

Mileena rather enjoyed being waited on and if this gentleman was so willing to oblige her who was she to argue with her host. "Wonderful, I don't suppose you want me assisting you, do you? Wouldn't want to spoil your craftsmanship."

I would not impose on a guest in such a manner. So long as you do not mind observing as I finish what I have started.

[ definitely the one with murder on her hands, here. but she doesn't feel guilt for most of it.

f/f for shipping, please. ota for gen! ]

[ she's likely the one looking past someone else's actions. ]

[Oh this meme was made for him. Open to m/f or m/m.]

[More like red on his claws.]

( she'd probably be the one looking past it all, but i'm open to auing this up too! )

[...you know, someone's REALLY GUILTY about the end of things with Zod, you know...]

[Who's the guy with a scar on his face and accidentally stabbed his wife AND not so accidentally killed a lot of people in the name of revolution? This Guy.]

Edited 2015-05-24 08:31 (UTC)

[...I have no idea what these two would be doing, I just love Kenshin. They have a certain amount in common, though. Much blood, much wandering, many revolutions. (I have a Sanosuke, but I don't do that ship, I'm afraid!)]

[[HAHA No worries there, that is not something I ship either! Honestly, within his canon I only ship him with Tomoe or Kaoru ;; I'm lame.

But I'm certain we can come up with something! Maybe they met up somewhere in Kirkwall and wind up going off to do something together because of reasons. Or I'm willing to hear any ideas you've got if that doesn't sound interesting to you.]]

[Whew! The only non-canon RK pairing I can do really is Sano/Misao, I have a soft spot for that. And Soujiro/Misao. Otherwise the canon ones make me too happy to deviate from. ;)

Anyway, if you're familiar with DA this becomes much easier! I play Hawke as going wandering on the run after the end of DA2, so they could meet up anywhere. Hawke has that unfortunate knack for getting in trouble everywhere, and Kenshin could get caught up in it. He might do better in Thedas than she would in Meiji Restoration Japan, though. (trains? what?)]

[I feel much the same! I'll admit I never thought about those two ships before though!

I am! I have played DA2 and started a bit of DA:I but I only know Origins by reading about it since I was basically shoved at DA2 first. It has been a bit since I played any of it though so I am a little fuzzy on the details. I agree though, fitting him into Thedas would be a LOT easier, and since this is a meme we've got that extra fudging wiggle room.

I am fine with something as simple as them both being in the wrong (right?) place at the same time. Seems about right for both of them, in all honesty.

ALSO, I apologize that I did not get back to you sooner! Yesterday was my birthday and I'm heading to a con this weekend so I've been a bit busier than I anticipated -- as long as you don't mind slow replies for a bit I'm quite interested in doing something still!]

[I don't like them as much as their canon counterparts, but they're interesting variations. =)

Anyway! I like this plan, it's a good plan. Details can be kept vague so long as it's set post-DA2. =) Would you be willing to start? I'm a bit behind on tags and trying to catch up. *sheepish* And don't worry about delays, I'm afraid I can get a bit slow too due to real life interference, but I won't forget, I promise! And tanjoubi omedetou!]

[looking past.]

(( so her hands sure are not clean, but she could do either role in this ))

Edited 2015-05-24 12:43 (UTC)

[ooc: Hope you don't mind creepy Mileena creeping on your lovely Wanda.]

Mileena wasn't gifted enough in the arts of magic to sense it, however this Earthly creature had an aura to her that exuded power she could not ignore, but perhaps stronger than the power she had was an underlying sadness. Despite deep pangs of envy she felt there was something deeply moving about this child that caused this false-princess to speak to her.

There was now denying that Mileena had a body that most women envied, but hidden behind that veil sat such an ugly, disfigured set of teeth running from ear to ear that any envy one might feel for her figure quickly disappeared.

"Your sadness poisons me! You will stop feeling such self pity or I will take it from you!"

It was reflex perhaps, a defense mechanism that had become all too natural even if the source of it was anything but. Her powers rose up in response to the stranger, to those words and the issued order.

There was a faint flare of crimson in her irises as she looked at her, questioning but unwavering, reaching out to see just what she can read from the other woman, what her intentions might have been, what she meant by take it from you.</>

Wanda frowned, hesitating before speaking. "I don't deserve pity, even if it's from myself." But the sadness, that she wasn't sure exactly how to rid herself of; it was a part of her now, perhaps permanently.

And what Wanda would find inside the demented, psychotic mind of Mileena would, at the very least, be unsettling. She was half woman, half monster, conflicted and contrasting, both loving and hating her life. Any moment of joy in her long history was usually quashed by something horrific while any lingering times of despair were made bittersweet with something good.

As those probing powers searched the dark crevices of Mileena's mind she would see and feel a twisted mix of emotions, envy, jealousy, loneliness, power, rage. A rage that never ended; almost beautiful in its' rawness.

"Why don't you deserve it?" She asks, voice slightly muffled behind the mask "Don't tell me that something as lovely as you did something so terrible that you are unforgivable?"

Wanda's eyes widen at what she sees, what she feels. The images and emotions race through her and she is silent a moment as she processes them, puts together the pieces of the woman in front of her. Her expression eases, and her posture does not change. There is still a defensive note to how she stands, as though she still can't quite ascertain the other's motivations.

But that question, it draws a smile over her lips, somewhere between bitter and rueful. "Monsters come in many shapes, don't you think? The things I did, what I lost because of it," who she lost because of it, "Those things are unforgivable."

The disgust Mileena had felt for the woman in red was beginning to subdue, anyone who could see themselves as a monster and admit it so openly almost immediately gained her approval. Although it was difficult to tell by the shifting of her veil there was an expression moving on the demon-woman's face, she was smiling.

"You... are right." She says, and her voice had now shifted from a rough, scratching tone to something almost playful. She idly begins to circle the woman in slow, exaggerated steps. "Although you are luckier than most. Us monsters need to be on guard because of our looks, you? Well, you could just blend in whenever you needed to." She flippantly waves her hand at some invisible conscious on her shoulder "And forgiveness is so overrated. Why be like anyone else, when you can stand out, and bloom like the hideous, little rose you are."

Wanda turns slowly to keep the other woman in sight. Even touching her mind, she's not entirely sure whether or not to count her as a threat, can't quite pinpoint her motivation here.

But blending in, that much is true. On the surface she's the same as anyone else, by appearance alone.

"I've made that choice before. I regret it." That innocent people got hurt anyway, in her quest for vengeance. And because of that she'd lost everything.

"Why do you regret it, my darling?" She purred out the pet name as though it was thick with affection, hints of an expression pull at the mask covering her face. Kind as she may have seemed to take this much interest in the witch there was definitely something sinister behind Mileena's intentions.

"Did you fail to achieve your goal? Or did someone terrible take it from you? Don't be shy, you can tell me anything you want."

[Such a good meme for him! Assumed CR is fine as well as newcomers o/]

((Ryoji has a lot of past sins so he's likely that side.))

[former supervillain working on reforming...ish]

Edited 2015-05-24 23:29 (UTC)

[Completely unrepentant bad guy who is end of season three compliant. Cross-canon is fine with me!]

[ooc: There is more red in this woman's ledger than most people's put together! Is she sorry for it? Probably not, but that doesn't mean that poor Mileena doesn't get lonely.]

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Look Past the Blood on Your Hands

Kieron | Original Character

vin venture | mistborn

Sheryl Nome | Macross Frontier

Mohinder Suresh || Heroes

Jintetsu | Kurogane

annie sawyer | being human uk

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Azula - Avatar: The Last Airbender - ota

Karen Page | Daredevil | Female for Male and OTA for Gen

hannibal lecter ♔ hannibal

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zoë (nemesis) → oc

aione oakley → ragnarök online II → ota

Nikolai Romanoff | MCU

Peter Hale | Teen Wolf

Vincent Law/Ergo Proxy // Ergo Proxy

kara zor el/danvers ( supergirl )

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kenshin himura | rurouni kenshin | ota

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Rinko Yamato | Ore Monogatari | f/m, ota for gen

Wanda Maximoff | MCU | OTA

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Venom | Guilty Gear | OTA for gen, m/m for ships

Ryoji Mochizuki | Shin Megami Tensei: Persona 3 | OTA

The Shade | DC | OTA

Malcolm Merlyn | Arrow | OTA

Mileena | Mortal Kombat X | OTA

Feldt Grace | Gundam 00 | OTA