silkcut
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Thirties. Non-binary (they/them) bisexual. INTJ. Taurus-Aries-Scorpio. Temperance tarot. Ravenclaw.
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Post by silkcut on Sept 6, 2020 5:57:50 GMT
➽ Ｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒs:
Eric Wu + Villanelle
➽ Ｐｌｏｔ :
Wu is minding his business inside a hardware store he's working for
when a certain infamous assassin tries to recruit him. He might just oblige.
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silkcut
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Thirties. Non-binary (they/them) bisexual. INTJ. Taurus-Aries-Scorpio. Temperance tarot. Ravenclaw.
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Post by silkcut on Sept 6, 2020 5:59:33 GMT
At first he only watched the woman as she glowered at their captive. The words she spoke were honeyed with grievous intent, and Trent Forbes felt it. This was noticeable in the way he grimaced and flinched from her reach, but she didn't even have to touch him to inspire such fear and revulsion. All he had to do was look into her eyes.
The undercurrent of violence inside her coiled impatiently now; he sensed it, and he wasn't sure why his own mind and body were responding to it with slight interest. Nothing too keen, thankfully. But it ebbed like a fresh cut, bleeding along the sides.
He stood beside the Russian now with the same placid expression. They watched Forbes with a somewhat matching clinical fascination, much like a pair of surgeons. That was a rather quaint comparison, considering her next instructions. But Wu can't help but think that what she said earlier wasn't entirely a lie.
Maybe she was here to observe and evaluate his performance. The fact that she hasn't become hands-on after she got attacked seemed to confirm this for him.
Wu exhaled through his nose. When he lifted his hands, he was ever gentle about it. He cradled the other man's head, and Forbes whimpered. This tenderness could bruise, but Wu knew that he was always capable of so much worse.
With his large forefinger and middle, he pushes those digits into the man's mouth. He choked on them, tears spilling from his eyes. Next, he slid his thumb under the muscle, while the first two fingers had already dug on top.
He didn't even blink as he plucked the tongue with a singular pull. There was a wet sound followed by a strangled scream. Forbes' mouth bled from the gaping wound where the muscle used to be.
Wu placed the slimy muscle on his open palm. He looked at the woman like the obedient dog he had been trained to be.
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Post by Cuppy on Sept 14, 2020 7:59:42 GMT
Villanelle
Villanelle had been so distracted about the mention of her mother, that only now, as Eric is swiftly removing the man’s tongue, does she realize that she’s been attacked and spit at. With the back of her hand she is wiping the mess from her chin and neck, very disgusted at the thug’s bad manners.
This is all a farce and not at all how she likes her work day to go. As an assassin she gets the name of the target, then finds a creative and genius way to kill them. A way that makes others think ‘oh wow, this assassin is a genius’. But this….this is nothing. A lowly criminal who seems to know shit, an apprentice who is obedient like a lapdog but also shows disapproval in his eyes about her actions, and a mission that is not a kill but an interrogation that leads to nothing.
And now, worst of all, the man’s tongue is twitching in Eric’s hand before lying there still like a slimy, bald, dead animal. And Villanelle knows that she has fucked this up.
It shouldn’t faze her, and yet there’s a bad feeling building up in her throat. Was she too stupid to become a Keeper? Or was this the Twelve setting her up by giving her a task she can’t possibly succeed in? Did they, after all, wanna get rid of her and replace her with hardware boy, as she had initially assumed?
Looking down at the mess of a broken chair and a bleeding victim, she is waving her hand at Eric.
“We’re leaving. Idiot knows nothing, and I’m done with all this.”
Then she’s turning to exit the cottage, wondering what she had meant with ‘all this’.
There is too much confusion inside her, and the only thing calming her a little bit is the thought of that idiot slowly bleeding to death inside this hut, the image of her angelic but deadly face burnt into his brain as he fades.
It’s not enough though. Villanelle is bad at dealing with confusing emotions. And in her guts she knows that what she needs now is a a good kill or a good fuck.
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silkcut
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Post by silkcut on Sept 24, 2020 10:04:24 GMT
The apathy was second nature to Wu. He had experienced far too much anguish and suffering after his mother’s execution that something in his child self’s psyche simply shut down. This allowed the captors he’d had over the last two decades to rewire and rewrite his system into a deadly code that only recognized commands to torture, maim, and kill.
He didn’t do these things as a creative expression, or because of a lack of impulse or even as a need for cathartic release. Death was all he ever had as he lived, and he labored on it the same way a well-oiled machine could.
That’s why he couldn’t comprehend the way the Russian woman behaved or reveled on the pain she inflicted and the mind games she could exploit. It made even less sense to him when she withdrew, like a petulant teenager who didn’t get the high that she wanted from a risky endeavor and just called it quits.
Wu did not stop her from leaving since there was still the matter of clean-up, and he doubted she would even bother coming back to do something as menial. A crime scene with a live prisoner was still of consequence to him, so in two minutes he moved without missing a beat, tidying the mess in such an organized fashion that there needs to be a reality show this.
He made a haste decision to paralyze Trent Forbes with a few light touches to the spinal column. With the no explicit instructions to kill, he did the next best thing. Afterwards he went downstairs to find the woman who did not understand the importance of fulfilling tasks.
“Ma’am, I have done what I could to dispose of the evidence,” he stopped five feet away from her, with his head cocked to one side as he watched her during whatever private moment she decided to have, “But I need to understand the goal of this assignment. You left without giving me clearer orders. I’m…very puzzled.”
Wu blinked, surprising himself, but then a smile appeared on his lips as he added, “If this was the test I must pass, then you and the higher-ups got your point across. I can work with difficult personalities such as yourself. I do not yield to associates who are temperamental and neglectful.”
That was the point, right? From how she acted earlier, he doubted she has any real authority to wield here. But just in case, he will oblige.
“What do you require next, ma’am?” He placed his hands behind his back and stood erect, like a good soldier. |
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