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catch me if you can

One is on the run, the other is in pursuit. Why? Well, it could be anything: a hunter and their quarry, a cop chasing down a criminal, a knight on the search for a runaway princess, an overenthusiastic lover and their hapless crush. Are you determined and skilled enough to catch them - or are you quick and clever enough to evade capture forever?

prompts

1. thief
They've nicked something important - no matter the value - and the owner is very determined to get it back.

2. fugitive
They're a wanted criminal and the authorities are after them. How long have they managed to evade capture?

3. spy
A skilled spy is hard to pin down, but that doesn't mean it can't be done.

4. runaway
A child, a princess, a reluctant Chosen One - they've taken off and everything hangs on getting them back.

5. legend
They're carrying something of legend or prophecy - or maybe they are the legend themselves. Can this mystery finally be uncovered?

6. prey
Someone, or something, is being hunted. Is it for violent or villainous purposes, or something more lighthearted?

7. love
Run if you must, but there's no escape for you, my love!

8. wildcard
Anything goes!

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[ A thief. She stole the precious thing. ]

[ Not much for shipping, but Spike's a bounty hunter. 3, 2, 1, let's jam. ]

[Generally OTA, info in journal, and 4/5/6 most easily fit her by default.]

( canon fugitive, on the run and recently out of the region of the regime that wants him. as a wandering (homeless) samurai from the start, he is most comfortable and at home when traversing the natural world. he's on the run over matters that are a bit more complicated and less severe than any usual crime, but I'm happy to have his reputation being twisted in-universe to sound more dire than the situation really is to rally support in pursuing and capturing him outside of his home's borders.

castmates and cross-canon welcome; I'm happy to play against the proverbial cat to this mouse scenario OR an accomplice helping keep him from discovery. for castmates, I'm eager to have him travel everywhere between Liyue and Mondstadt with the Masterless Vision and meet any and all playable characters. characters in authority positions could also be approached to capture him under the guise of doing good, only to find out the truth about what's going on down the line; or rogue bounty hunters being enlisted to do the job. if you'd like a starter, just ask. )

Edited 2021-07-11 14:45 (UTC)

[OTA; 2 (perused)/3 (pursuer) work best for him]

(Could be either/or depending on who it is.)

[catch me if you can, Mr. Holmes.]

[She'd definitely be in a "prey" scenario. The runaway chosen one can also work.]

[ He's a superhero, a detective, a private investigator, an FBI agent, a Department of Extranormal Operations agent... the list goes on. ]

[ fine with black widow spoilers! ]

[ please mark spoilers for others! ]

When are you going to introduce me to your friends?

some time after i break them all out of jail.
where did you end up?

You don't have other friends?

Back in Mother Russia, of all places.
I bought a new coat for myself to combat the cold.
You would like it. I know you would.

it's a little complicated with some of them right now.

does it have more pockets?
and can i see?

Oh, come on. There must be someone I can meet.
I promise not to show you up, even if I am the much cooler sister.

Of course you can see.

Get ready for it.
And prepare to be very jealous.

[ attached beneath her reply comes two photos, the first being of the coat zipped all the way up and the second being a reveal of its deceiving inside, its multitude of hidden and modified pockets containing a various assortment of things from guns, knives, and spare ammo to food, medicine, and a little black widow action figure keychain created in natasha's likeness. ]

damn it, you caught me.
i'll see what i can do. we may need to scatter for a while anyway.

[ she's not prepared for the sheer amount of pockets and what's inside them, especially not the keychain. she smiles fondly at it all as she types back. ]

you're right, i am jealous.
does it keep you warm?

I knew it! I knew you would be.
Maybe someday I'll start my own line of spy wear.

[ fashion? more like fashun since it'll be shunned by anyone with an actual sense of style, but then, yelena would argue the practically of pockets far outweighs the pointlessness of looking like a total poser. ]

It keeps me very warm.
I even added my own additional thermal layer to it.

[ yelena belova has a very specific skill set: murder and modification. ]

Are you still wearing my super cool vest?

[He's a secret agent, so he can pursue or be persued.]

( voietesting, spoilers ahoy! could be either role tbh. m/f. )

[Could be the hunter or the hunted, depending on who it is. 2 and 6 fit his canon most easily.]

{ Weeell, excuse me, I was about to tag this one into this meme. Would you like to do a scene? I’m pretty much open to any scenerio, so dealer’s choice. I’m partial to the S3a chase, but I’m also down for any diversion or something completely different.

I can start if you’re interested, just let me know if you prefer brackets or prose. }

[If you can forgive me for being horribly behind on rewatching the series! I am currently rewatching S1 and S2 so I can dive into S3 but not quite there yet. However, I'm happy with spoilers and don't mind a bit jumping into it if you want to start.

I'm fine with either brackets or prose but tend to default to prose if left to my own devices because I'm often on my phone.]

Edited 2021-07-11 22:44 (UTC)

{ That’s okay! We don’t have to do s3. I’m due for my rewatch soon. I could also throw a random text in the other meme if that is more suitable for voicetesting. Is there a comfort point for where you put Hannibal? I remember I took a while to adjust to Will’s voice, and I’m still evolving it. I always float around the memes so if you want to try something else of earlier canon, I’m open to it. Regardless, I have fun making Will suffer in all sorts of canon points, so I’m easy in this regard.

Either way, I just wanted to put that out there if you’d prefer that. }

[S3 is fine if you want! I'm a little rusty on that point but I'll be alright. I have another character I play who is a lot like Hannibal in a lot of ways, and it makes getting his voice a little easier.]

{ Niiice. Let me know if you want something changed. I figured it’ll be interesting to have a somewhat bond-esque premature encounter. Could really go anywhere. Went with prose. }
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The fall itself was inevitable. Chiyoh had her alliances and really he couldn’t fault her for sticking to them. In her dangerous allure, all he could do as he fell into the trap of her kiss is take it in acceptance. He felt the wind knock him out and a brief, ironic smile overcome him before the shock settled into the memory of his muscles. While he laid on the ground, hearing the train depart, he couldn’t help but feel an indestructible sense of relief. Will had gone to Lithuania to attempt and learn more about Hannibal, but the experience only left him with a further itch to find him. Now he had been bested.

He hadn’t stopped, instinct telling him to keep going. Will had walked all the way into the city, left too exhausted once he found an array of shops. He caught his reflection in one of them, noticing some cuts that were going to be harder to conceal. Any blood caused by the fall dried. Thankfully, Chiyoh had the decency to leave him his passport and wallet. She also left him the knife he had been carrying around, carefully concealed. He left it back at the hotel the following night, no plan in hindsight. There was only one purpose — to reignite his senses and find a more centered mind.

Will had learned to be relentless in his chase, finding ways to simmer the anger and hurt coursing through his forsaken veins. Evidently, he did need a break. It was the reason why he found himself outside a quaint opera theater. It wasn’t for the sake of finding Hannibal. There was no reason he would be there, mingling in the open. He needed to reconsider his thoughts, find what lies underneath a prestige world he’s sure his once friend wouldn’t be able to leave behind completely. It meant doing what wasn’t his.

His fingers twitch as his whole body hurt, the bruises hidden underneath his suit. Regardless, he did make an effort with adequate curls in place and a suit cut enough to at least make him presentable despite only having bought it the same day. Florence as a city filled its streets with artistic freedom and too many tight spaces closing in at every turn. The lights illuminated over the massive building where the gala art show will commence in conjunction to the music being showcased that night. He finds the urge to blend as he stares at the people going inside, living their passerby existence. If there is a skill that carried Will even through his younger years of survival, was the ability to blend in enough to go into places he didn’t belong.

The pain on his side made him wince, but it didn’t falter him. Bruises can heal, even broken bones, but the print of a searing memory will stay until it painfully fades. Will is cursed not to forget, his eidetic memory keeping his burden on a loop every night with no proper rest in sight. Will let out a weary sigh, moving his gaze at the night sky where the stars were hiding. The impulse in his core ran hot at the thought of finally being on the same soil as Hannibal. He was going to find him, even if it nearly killed him.

It didn’t take long before he moved inside, commencing his blending as he kept to the outer ring of accumulating bodies. Will preferred the more hollowed out sections where people were less interested in crowding. In one section, he managed to find a collection of obscure art. His focus on everything else was lost in attempting to understand why the shapes were runny, red paint splattered as if blood could be bleeding onto the canvas.

The crowd was like a sea, ebbing and flowing around the old opera, and like an ocean predator, Hannibal swam through it without truly taking part in it. Oh, he smiled at their jokes, showed amusement in what he judged to be appropriate spots, but he wasn't truly part of them. No, he'd been holding himself apart since he arrived in Europe. There was only one person he was interested in speaking with. One person worthy of his time and attention. And for the rest...

Il Mostro.

A harpsichord began to play one of Hannibal's own compositions, and he stopped a moment to listen, closing his eyes to better judge the notes. Perfect. Not that he expected any less. The disappointment would have been if it hadn't been played just as Hannibal intended. The applause was polite, as expected. It pleased Hannibal.

When he opened his eyes, a familiar shape lingered in the far outer ring of the room. Hannibal didn't need to see Will's face to know the way he walked, the way he held himself. He could practically smell his aftershave. Just as he had in the weeks past, doggedly following at his heels. Until one day it grew more faint. And was gone.

He didn't need to see pictures taken on a tabloid reporter's camera to know where Will had gone. He didn't need hushed phone calls from Chiyoh. Hannibal had already told Bedelia where Will would go, and the truth of it was written all over his face, his body. Lithuania. To the innermost rooms of his memory palace, where the only sounds were shrieks. And like the moth he'd left Hannibal in Lithuania, Will emerged...different.

It hadn't occurred to him to let Will see him, much less speak to him. Not until he'd crossed the room to stand behind him, looking at the art on display. "What do you see, Will?" His voice was soft, calculated so that those around them wouldn't hear over the music and their own conversations. "What did you see?"

Edited (Sorry this took so long!) 2021-07-14 03:09 (UTC)

Everyone around is a background noise, the static that can either calm at the strike of midnight or disturb a sensitive ear. It's never been stale, but rather flows of intensity to easiness. His emotions are always turned on no matter how much he wants to shove them into a box. One could consider Will lives between the point of serenity and rage with bursts of disturbances. There's no movement on his part when he hears the unmistakable accented voice that had once caused him odd comfort, but now it only causes something of a rumble, molten and past its expiration to erupt.

Will won't turn, won't look, won't give the benefit. He finds there's a particular intrigue in reverting back to no eye contact, seeing how he can fair with only hearing. The scales of his eyes have fallen, but he still finds he can fall even more, teetering on a tightrope, if his focus is diverted too much. Impulses upon impulses, only meant to keep the seams unraveling until he's left with nothing but a bleeding heart. Will does not let it show.

"I used to think it would be simpler to be apathetic. Not caring has its own power. I can reach the point, but it never felt like me. What did I see...?" Will keeps his voice controlled, the tremble hidden upon the layered truths he carefully cherry picks. He has to close his eyes briefly, and then there's a whisper. Abigail's 'talk to him' hangs over him before he finds the bright colors of the canvas back in sight. All he's reminded of is the many times a school counselor would show him a picture and play armchair. They'll ask the same question, only for him to already be heading to a new school shortly after. Always left with endless strangers ready to force him into their perspective. Except this time it's needling enough that it's not provoking him to hide away, not yet.

Death's doorstep. An indestructible passion unearthed from a stubborn pit, endless, and covered in cobwebs. Unwanted desire.

"A cycle ready to break. Confusion in reassurance, more than anything. Is there an end to this?"

[ #6, most likely the hunter, though could be the other way around! ]

[She's a shapeshifter, it's not going to be easy.]

[ Who's chasing who tonight? ]

[Maybe Gemini's impersonating someone for prompt 3, it's Gar's job to draw her out?]

[Seems like business as usual for them~ Let the cat and mouse commence! Would you like to set us up so he can roll up on whatever spy impersonation song and dance she's playing out?

~~Also I'll be going to work soon so responses will be slowish but you know where I am~~ ]

'Welcome to IDEF-2021!'

The banners were colourful, the nearly entirely male crowd much less so. Some were dressed drably to avoid attracting attention, others wore the latest Armani suits, flaunting their success. They were all arms dealers, visiting the city of Istanbul to sign contracts which would flood their countries with weapons, a lucrative business where those with the most destructive products could make a fortune.

A hush fell over the crowd as a group of Arabs in traditional attire entered the exhibition floor, the Crown Prince of an emirate rumoured to be looking to spend big. The prince swept across the floor, stopping at a few stands for brief discussions and then making a beeline over to a stand selling missiles, seemingly drawn partly by the weapons and partly by the very beautiful blonde executive giving a presentation.

[Does that work? Let me know if you'd like a bit more :)]

"Man this place stinks."

Both literally and physically, Gar's super sensitive animal senses were begging him to move out of the crowd of sweaty palmed weapon enthusiast. Sure it wasn't as toxic as your average comic book convention somehow the over priced suit crowd just couldn't seem to settle on a type of cologne or perfume and as such it was a blend that made Gar's eyes water at times as people brushed past him.

"Though I guess it is kind of nice not standing out like a sore thumb." He added noting how while he was getting a fair amount of stares from the crowd, none of them seemed too interested in the pointy eared green man. He reasoned that there were probably more then a few super villains or henchmen in disguise attending this event.

There was only one villain he was looking for though and unfortunately she was the one who could blend into a crowd better then anyone.

And so he continued to sniff, to move through the crowd watching peoples reactions to him. All he needed was someone who looked unnaturally angry to see him, or someone who had no scent at all. Perhaps someone who moved so fluidly they might not actually have bones.

If anyone could find Gemini, it was the boy she blamed for everything wrong in her life. And he was making no attempt to hide.

[He's something that would definitely be the persuer, especially in a Prey situation, or would have fun with hunting someone down in general but totally open to him being the one being chased.]

[Technically used to being the chased, because lol villain stealing princesses and such, but could figure out a way to have him be the chaser.]

( she can honestly be either/or since she's also a bounty hunter. i'll roll with whatever you pick! )

he’s a hit man and p.i. - he does a lot of chasing and on rare occasion, being chased.

[In canon he's literally a runaway, so 4 definitely could work. I'd be up for 6, too, if you want someone who wants to pursue the sea monster.]

( the happy apartment, 707, was left feeling more like a battleground, torn up by war. the lies, the secrets, and the ever changing nature of nana was something that left everyone hurt to some extent or another. she never meant for things to turn out like this, and she was afraid to confront anyone or come clean with what had happened. she had changed into someone more secretive with time, failing to tell junko about takumi, and even failing to outright tell her about nobuo. the scoldings, pressure to be more independent, it all got to her.

it wasn't until she heard about shin's disappearance that things became clear and concrete for her. the boy she had come to worry about and care for, almost as if he was her own child, was now in danger. much like a mother bear, she ran off in search of him, independent of takumi's rules, restrictions, and expectations.

it had been days since anyone had heard about him, but thankfully a kind stranger had overheard 'some punk' buying a ticket for shinjuku. from there she went on herself, travelling from the seediest hotels to local bars to find the boy-

until she finally did.

when she did, she didn't say much at all. instead she simply smiled at him and held out her arms to him. )

Shin...you don't have to run anymore.

[Warm or cold, you're coming with him.]

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