❛ dankeschön, herr. oh, were you ?? everyone says my britishness always jumps out. ❜ of course harry hart did believe his german was impeccable — he had learned it 40 years ago, a wee lad who could see patterns really well. he still remembered reading all of these grammar books, german and french. dad said i should focus on school, but i digressed, reminisced he. the kingsman looked around, looking for employees that weren’t the younger man — but no one was there. ❛ indeed, i am a tailor. ❜ or something like it, he thought. ❛ well, whatever tailors cut. ❜ skin, for example. with bullets. ❛ fabric. ❜ bulletproof fabric. ❛ do you germans have a different material to cut ?? ❜ joked harry.
———❝ MY LITTLE SHOP RARELY GETS CUSTOMERS. in fact, i’m only here to fill in for the absence of my assistant. ❞ he smiled, dodging the previous question like it had merely confirmed his fears. slow, the man walked as though naturally headed for the back of the shop. lifting the divider, a hand lingered beneath the counter top as he counted the bills left in the register. this was one of his more vulnerable places, too close to home and far from his other occupations.
Although she tried her best to maintain her composure, it was obvious she wasn’t succeeding. Rarely did she ever show much emotion. “A man who has not been identified yet was killed, along with… a woman named Aya Tsuji.”
Gripping the handle of her satchel tighter, she took a took a deep breath and continued. “Aya and I were close. She was like my own fairy godmother… I was on my way to her shop the day she was murdered and the commotion confused me. Mr. Kujo then pulled me aside and told me what had happened to her.”
———SPINES LOWERED FROM A ONCE DEFENSIVE MEASURE. she was acquainted with kujo? silently, the man folded his papers into his leather briefcase, eyes lingering on his gloved hands. he knew what she was going through, yet he hadn’t the courage to open. he’d only become a teacher at the school recently, an added measure to ensure the safety of the students.
❝ i’ve heard of her
— she was young too. ❞ emerald eyes met the girl’s own hue. he placed his bag flat on the desk, and pulled out a chair for her to sit.
“Damn, I’m surprised that worked.” khal doesn’t give praise freely, yet here he is nonetheless. eyes watch with little care, despite the… semi-kind words. ever the enigma, he is.
———❝ A LITTLE HELP WOULD BE NICE. i could beg? i’m very good at begging. ❞ trying to lift himself over the steep edge, the man wiped his sweat-riddle face with his dangling arm. somehow, his initiative to get to the other’s level ended in an overexertion of his telekinetic ability and upper body strength. this was some real bullshit.
at the supposed compliment, tiki gave a hint of a smile. having been starved of any type of flattery, he appreciates all of it, no matter how small it may be. he the laughed dismissively, setting the kit on a table without moving one muscle.
❝ thanks, but… i can’t be any more incredible than you… or am i mistaken?
❞
———LINGERING EYES HAD WITNESSED HIS CARELESS UPHEAVAL. so small, the injury, he hadn’t even thought it could become such a pivotal device. he considered then what a tiny display of power could do in the presence of another. his only saving grace seemed to be the other’s otherness. he offered his hand to the stranger.
❝ i can do a bit more than pull a splinter with my mind. could we talk in private? ❞
❛ That was amazing… How in the world did you do that? ❜ / @faustium♡’ d
———❝ WHAT DO YOU MEAN?dropping the damn thing down the cliff or retrieving it? ❞ the man hoped he hadn’t seen him lift his phone in mid-air and hands free. turning, he noted first the look on the stranger’s face, then how the sun seemed to illuminate it at an angle. dipping below the trees, the orange hue told more about the time than his shattered phone seemed to. it was getting late.
❝ you got a flashlight? i think the one on my phone is busted. ❞
“It’s ALL part of the FUN! Isn’t that right folks? HA HA HA if you remembered it wouldn’t be as entertaining! For us, at least.” Alan tapped his foot as the contestant scrolled through the numerous options, giving a shrug when he inquired about the color of his chosen ability. “Red not GOOD ENOUGH for you, hm? SURE WHY NOT! Pick a color, any color!”
———❝ SOMETHING THAT MATCHES MY EYES. is green too tacky? ❞ a fluttering of lashes as the screen before him opened another tab. selecting from a set of colors, the man chose his desired emerald. his own abilities did not grant him the same option of choice, but the green inferno ( which had become somewhat of a brand for him ) seemed only natural for inquiry.
———❝ AGAINST YOUR INITIAL IMPRESSION OF ME, i know how to keep my mouth shut. ❞ he stared, a bored look on his face. training had taught him two very important lessons: one, to never to underestimate your enemy ; two, to know when quality trumps quantity. counting the heads in the room, he was greatly outnumbered. there was no saying what each of these men were capable of, and the unknowns forced him to rewrite the equation entirely.
❝ but, i must say i’ve never been held captive by a respectableestablishment. ❞
———❝ YOU’RE A LIFESAVER. i thought — thought for sure… i wasn’t going to be able to hail a cab at this hour. ❞ soaked to the bone, the man slid clumsily into the shared backseat. his voice lingered on his vowels, slowed and slurred, though his eyes remained lucid. bits of colorful paper stuck wet to his clothes, illuminated by the overhead light until the door slammed shut and he was just the smell of liquor on his skin.
❝ d’you come from the concert too? didn’t think it’d start raining before doors opened. ❞
✿ He was only having a smoke break- he’d told her so himself, so why were the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end? Where was this endless sense of dread coming from? With her eyes transfixed on his every movement, Mio could only watch on helplessly as he played her right into his hands; made to bear witness to an ashen arm and stark white flames.
With a yelp, the girl hiked her knees upwards, balling herself up defensively. Despite her best efforts to erase their supernatural encounter from her mind, the damned spirit had returned. The girl was reeling- why was her teacher doing this to her? He had to have some form of control over that lionesque figure; it had deigned itself to light his cigarette for him, after all.
But then again, if that were the case, then shouldn’t he have been able to see it back then, in the school’s hallways? If he’d seen it, then he wouldn’t have pulled her out of class the day after to question her, because he would have known perfectly well what had frightened her so. That was, unless he was feigning innocence? Against her better judgement, Mio took his bait.
“Mr. Kaufman, did you see something strange just now..?”
———SHE’D FALLEN SO GRACEFULLY INTO HIS WEB. he almost wanted to play dumb and see what would happen. finishing his cigarette, the man tossed it beneath the tire of a moving car. green eyes averted, he entered the car and buckled in.
❝ …did you? ❞ it was a question that hung heavier than the metal trappings of the steel cage. smiling into the rear view mirror, the man adjusted it just so he could easily pull out from the tight space. eyes on the road, he never turned his gaze to look at the girl.
❝ i saw something too. you may not even remember it, that day you dropped your pencil. ❞ he added, finally. stopped at a light not far from where they began, he let his eyes linger for half of a second. she was young, probably never realizing what it was she had. the innate ability of a stand often manifested in youth, but there were some who only got it after some outside meddling. the stand arrow.
“AHAH! THAT’S THE SPIRIT! LET’S GIVE HIM A HAND!” Alan addresses the audience with that trademark smile before turning back to the new contestant and gesturing to the empty seat. “SIT! You remember the rules, yes?”
———❝ WELL, AT THE MOMENT. what good are rules if i won’t remember them? ❞ he quirked a brow, finding his seat beside a pair of faceless teammates. the screen buzzed bright, elliot scrolling through power after power until he landed on one very familiar ability.
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