Never Ending Existential Crisis
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- Multiple posts per day
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- Writing Levels
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- slice of life, supernatural, modern, romance, mxm, fxf
The sun sinks below the horizon, washing the sky in a blend of pink, orange and purple. The light bounces, reflecting off of the pristine glass sides of Caelian's tallest buildings, highlighting the sprawling structure of the city as the last rays of light vanish. The day is coming to an end. There's the soft pitter-patter of feet as they scuttle about the suspended streets, the soft hum of electric as air trams fly this way and that. CEO's and board members alike hurry home, some to relax and others to continue their work. The city is just as alive as it was in the wee hours that very morning. Billboards loom overhead, the picture of the perfect family smiling down upon Arcadia. They are what they search for day in and day out. Marking's etched into their skin at the end of each year -- marked for their 'Perfect Match.' The ad switches, LED's flashing to the sound of electronic music. Graphics pulse to the beat; obnoxiously pink and bright.
The shrill 'ting' of a district pass card reader is quickly followed by the metallic whir of the opening gate. Guards eye the area with keen perception, assuring that everyone that passes in and out are doing so in accordance to the cities law. They spot a jumper, trying to skirt the gates and slip into Caelian unaccounted for. The guards descend upon him in a blur of speed and silent commands. The boy, appearing no more than fifteen, is shoved hard enough into the concrete pavement to crack a human's skull. He is cuffed and dragged away in record time, the few eyes that had stopped to witness now turning away to go about their day. The scene will soon fade from memory in a little under two hours as if it never even happened. The boy now in custody won’t be thought of again by anyone other than those that knew him personally. The guards moved back into position and life goes on.
Infra Caelum is a hub of activity. Kids released from school run right into their parents arms, voices carrying as they race each other to the park. Trolley's chime, urging pedestrians out of the way before they slide along electric rails to their destination. Shop signs flicker off, doors locking as business close for the night. Jonah is thankful to finally flip the sign and shut off the cafe lights. He worked a double today and his feet ache more than usual. All that’s left to do is mop the floors and take out the trash. He’s never been so eager to go home.
Heavy sighs can be heard from those that made it through the district gates, feet sore from a long days work at the top of the city. Accountants, maids, bus boys and the like all shleck their way home. Some are greeted with joy of happy children and loving partners, others are greeted by the serene silence of an empty apartment. Sequestered away from the world around them, all they know is the peace of the day-by-day.
The line is slow to move through the gates, the constant 'ting' of accepted passes filling the air. There's unease in the crowd, eager to exit the lowest district as night begins to fall. This far below the glittering tops of Caelian, it's hard to tell the time of day. Their only guide being large LED clocks plastered on the more stable of buildings. The line to come in is few and far between, mostly those few meager souls lucky enough to snag hold of a job within the middle district. Feet shift and eyes scan. They're in, perhaps, the safest part of Gehenna right now; standing near the guarded gates. It's when the night comes that Gehenna truly comes alive. Those brave enough to venture here after dark aren't to be taken lightly.
There’s the ever present hum of electricity rushing through neon poles, the clapping of feet on crooked cement as citizens rush to and fro. There’s figures curled up on stoops, flimsy cardboard with scrawled messages in black ink beg for assistance, but their holders seem to go unseen. There’s a scuffle deep within an alleyway behind a takeout joint, the dull thuds of fists meeting flesh are drowned by the giggles of children bobbing and weaving through the crowds on their way home. No one looks into the darkness of that back alley, no one flinches at the sharp ‘ting’ of a switchblade being opened and no one even so much as falters as the scent of iron begins to waft from its dark corners.
The sun has finally set completely, the sky a deep navy blue. The stars are dulled by the endless lights of the city leaving a matte wash of blue above it. Deeper underground there is no sky at all. There’s barely even clean air down there. The shop signs provide enough illumination to see down several blocks. Gehenna is busier than ever. Creatures of all shapes and sizes creep out of the crevices. Large black dogs trot between the shadows. Feline’s saunter down the sidewalk, fae wings flutter and various types of tails flicker this way and that. The city has finally come alive, the world growing before their very eyes. A place where it's safe to be who you want to be, safe beneath the deep shadows and dark corners.
A lanky brunette stands over a body, shaggy hair falling into his hazel eyes as he stares apathetically at what remained at his feet. Fingertips are still caked in warm blood, flexing as the liquid begins to congeal against his skin. The red stains full lips, marring pale skin as a hand raises in a vain attempt at clearing it. All he manages is to smear it across his cheek, the angelic laughter of family raising his gaze.
"Nii-chan~. You always make such a mess," twin girls spoke in unison, legs swinging from the metal fire escape they were lounging on. Their fingers, too, were coated in thick red, though their mouths were far cleaner than their siblings. Their giggling is eerily sweet in the empty alley. Daichi doesn't seem to register their words, though there is a subtle shift in his stance. His ears twitch, pressing closer to his head moments before arms slide around his waist. Daich tenses, eyes shifting right. Daiki's smiling up at him. It makes his hackles rise.
"You're always so messy~," the shorter sighs, but there's an amused smile on his lips as he hugs Daichi closer. Daiki savors the taste of blood from Daichi's cheek, ignoring the low growl rising within Daichi's chest. "What?" he pouts, chin resting against his brother's chest.
"You know what, Daiki," finally Daichi speaks, voice a low graveled tone. All Daiki can do in respond with a smirk as his gaze glows with defiance. He's always too close, too affectionate, too attentive. Daichi is the head of the house, their leader. Daiki is his brother, his subordinate...if only he could act like it.
"Take them home, I have to go to work," wet fingers tug at defiant wrists, honey eyes turning a hard amber.
"Why? You still have time! You always rush off to that place!" Daiki's voice pitches to a near painful octave. They've had this conversation countless times. Daichi is getting tired of it.
"You want that tattoo don't you?" There's a silence that stretches between them, each one willing the other to back down. Daiki doesn't like to lose. He refuses-
"I have work," Daichi murmurs, breath like ice against Daiki's flushed skin. The younger goes to pull him back but Daichi is already stepping out of the alley way and into the flood of people on the streets.
"You almost had him Nii-chan," Masako muses. She slips down from the fire escape with a dull tap of shoes on the street.
"Yeah! We really thought he'd stay this time," Masayo trills. Daiki simply scoffs at his sisters, hip jutting to the side as he crosses his arms. "He's so rebellious ever since he got promoted there," Daiki grumbles.
Tiny white paws scramble across the damp pavement, heart beating rapidly in the chest of a tiny white-blonde creature. It's nails scrape the concrete as the tiny white blur pushes its tiny body as fast as its capable of going. The angry shouts of the shopkeeper captured by his overly large ears. The small animal seems far from worried though, racing a well known path forwards.
The small fox slips easily between the feet of Gehennian's, turning down a back alley few ever venture. It squeezes its frame through the small divet in the side of the questionably built building and trots its way through the large mechanics shop. The shiny metal trapped in its jaws tinkling lightly along the way. The small fox chirps at a brunette, the man nearly jumping out of his skin at the noise. The poor thing almost gets a wrench to the head, but thankfully the human recognizes him before that.
“Jesus Makai!,” Benji huffs, headphones slung casually around his neck. “Got a gift again?” Benji’s smirk receives a quick nod from the fox. Makai paws at the ground, black eyes shining with the excitement of giving the gift he’s....found. “Lemme see,” Benji holds his hand out, the sweet fox dropping the jewelry easily. It's tail flashes in a blur of white, large excited black eyes seeking approval.
“Papa!” a small voice calls from the small desk to the mechanics right.
“Yes?” He asks, turning towards his daughter with a raised brow.
“I paint a car!” she squeals, holding up the glittery blue wooden truck she’d been painstakingly working on.
“Kuri....where’s your brother?” The young girl blinks as she presses her small lips together, as if that would help keep the secret. “Kohaku, you better not be sneaking cookies again!”
“But daaaad~!” the whine gives away the toddlers position and Benji heaves a sigh.
Makai snickers as he trots along the cold cement and Benji swears the thing isn't simply a fox. Still, Makai is rewarded with tiny cubes of dried meats -- of which he quickly bolted off with. Benji chuckles before turning towards the kitchen. "Kohaku! You better not still be getting cookies!"
Hearts beat hard and heavy, breath echoing quietly within hollow masks. Ears strained for the faintest of sounds, muscles tense as the small group lays in wait. Remington eases towards the edge of the building, peering around the corner. The truck is late and he's beginning to lose his patience. Either the word they gotten was a lie and they were all about to be in deep shit, or, these Caelian fucks were catching on and changing their route detail. Either way it was a major pain in the ass!
He grunts as he falls back against the brick wall his group is currently sequestered behind. His head turns the opposite way, elbow nudging the human at his side. "Gee, I thought you said they were coming down this street?" Remy hisses quietly at his friend. Technically co-captain, but Remington just won't let those words come out of his mouth. Call it a pride thing if you will, but Gerron's reaction each time Remy refuses his proper title is just.....its fucking hilarious okay. It's a petty little thing but that's what happens when two people have known each other for as long as these two have.
"See that's why we don't leave the humans to do the important stuff," Remington taunts. Its not something that he truly believes, not by a long shot. Gee has, time again and again, proven that despite his general weak and squishy nature, he's an asset. The low growl of a truck steals Remy's attention. His hand is clasping over Gerron's boisterous mouth -- even when that boy whispers its like a damn shout -- keeping him held out of sight as he glances out again. It takes several long moments for the truck to appear. No more words are spoken, hand lifting from Gee's mask to wave on the group. Remy turns, tugging at the fire escape ladder. He scales it first, reaching back to grab Gee's forearm, dragging him up the last several pegs. Rem completely ignores his protests, all but dragging the human to the edge of the building.
The truck is nearly beneath them, Remington takes a deep breath as he eyes the drop from the top of the building. This will either go perfectly.....or horrendously. "I swear to the goddess if you fuck this up I will leave your ass to die this time," Remy grumbles, stomach twisting with the usual pre-mission anxiety. Stepping onto the edge of the roof, Rem waits for the opportune moment. He hates this shit, despite his abilities. The freefall is always awful, tucking and rolling once he hits the surface of the top of the truck with a quiet thud. He can hear Gerron make contact only a moment after, instinctively reaching out to catch Gee to assure he was staying on the roof of the truck with him. It wasn't visible behind the oni mask obscuring his face, but Remy's eyes flashed towards his companion for a moment before allowing his arm to fall.
They would lay low for now. Allowing the truck to take them to the warehouse.
"Dude...close much?" Remy mutters but despite his apparent complaints, he doesn't move. In fact he inches closer, eyes shifting this way and that to keep alert for guards.