.OPEN POST.

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.meme continuations.
.gen & nsfw-friendly.
.nsfw very appreciated, tbh.
.feel free to plot something with me if you want @ creatura.

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@assassinsgreed ( welcome to the pack );

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( there aren't very many days in which they find themselves twiddling their thumbs; their resident overload — master knives, as conrad keeps reminding them — always has something for them to do, somewhere for them to go. do whatever needs doing and don't ask any questions, never ask any questions, because that ain't exactly conducive to a good time, is it?

that last bit had been something that bluesummers guy had said … something he's really, really fond of saying on the off-chance anyone looks like they're thinking of stepping out of line, and nicholas had done it once, yeah. he'd tried to cut and run and ended up right back where he started. with a few more broken bones than he'd started off with, but they'd healed all right, so he doesn't think about it. too much.

doesn't do him any good one way or another, anyway.

but having time to twiddle his thumbs ( and chainsmoke ) means that he has a chance to really take in their newest recruit; he hasn't said much since they first brought him in, but nicholas has always been on the quiet side himself, preferring to observe instead of engage. you learn more that way, yeah? you pick up on all the little nuances you might miss when someone is talking and you're paying attention to their words instead of how their eyes move. if their nostrils flare. if they talk with their hands.

tells, all of them. he wonders if this guy has any. so far, the only thing he knows is his name, and it's something weird-sounding. toby — no, that ain't right — toji. fushiguro. like nothing he's ever heard in the whole of gunsmoke, but what can he say, because he hasn't been all the way around this damned desert planet, so there might be a whole host of weird names he hasn't heard of.

he leaves the cross punisher to lean against a far wall, where he can keep it in his periphery as he strolls in long-legged strides over to the other man, taking a drag on his cigarette and holding the smoke in his lungs for a second, then another, before letting it go. )

Hey there Tall, Dark and Silent. What d'ya think of the place so far?

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<sub>[ Toji's life is a little funny, but never one did he ever mean to end up in a cult. Not once. His life was different than most of the pawns here who had been recruited by force. For Toji, he was a little desperate and doing assassin work solo could only get so boring. It was time to spice things up a bit, and thus.. happily join a cult without question. Did he care for what the Eye of Michael stood for? Not really. In fact, he didn't even really know. All he knows is word got around on this planet that he was an impressive killer, trained to use weapons that were long since outdated.. and using them well. When picked up and offered compensation and the promise he wouldn't be experimented on (for now), he asked if he'd at least get three meals per day. That's what sealed the deal for him.

Toji, much like Wolfwood, is definitely more of an observer, having a keen eye as well. Observing and studying his prey was part of the process, after all. Toji sometimes let his assassin habits slip into trying to ave a casual conversation over coffee. It really made things awkward when he tried to be a normal guy having a normal person interaction. Though, he doesn't outright ignore people when they talk to them, so Nick gets a proper response, the edges up of lips tweaking upwards in a half smile. ]</sub>

It keeps me fed. The scenery is nice.

_{[ He means everyone else who is here. They're all pretty hot. ]}

Why? Should I have complaints?

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( at least toji had willingly come to find himself here; there's a whole hell of a lot of resentment threaded through this grown-up body, more than he thought he'd ever be able to hold onto and remain in control of, but it sort of comes with the territory, if he thinks about it for longer than a handful of seconds. he has to bide his time if he's going to get as much out of this as he wants to, and if he expects the promise of no harm coming to anyone at hopeland remaining true as long as he minds his ps and qs.

he's always been the sort to march to the beat of his own drum, but extenuating circumstances have a habit of ganging up on him, don't they? of making him behave when he would otherwise prefer not to.

wolfwood isn't exactly in the habit of making idle conversation when he doesn't have to — it's not one of his strong suits, to be sure — but there's … something about toji that draws him in, snags his interest without really trying, and that sort of thing in and of itself is worth investigating, isn't it?

he snorts at what he gets in response first because he doesn't think so much of the scenery himself, but that might just mean he has higher standards. ( read: he's picky, or just a part of the percentage that has better standards than one ( 1 ) toji fishuguro. )

he shrugs, takes another drag from his cigarette and flicks the ash at the end with a gentle tap of long fingers. ) Nah, unless it's about the food in particular. Some days it's good, some days I wouldn't feed it to a worm as a last meal. ( is he being cheeky on purpose?

probably. but you like that, don't you? ) Your name's Toby, ain't it? ( heaven help him, he thinks he's being funny. just look at that shit-eating grin. )