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tampered2009-08-11 12:58 am
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When; Evening hours of August 11th
Rating; R
Characters; Marluxia, Misumi Toshiya
Summary; Marluxia is... invaded.
Log;
His blackened eyes scaled the building, sparsely taking in the details, the fire exits, ladders and the balconies, things not immediately relevant to but a few. A rasping caught cleared his throat as he concluded the inspection. Apartment Two. Simple. "Well... time." Toshiya crouched and scooped up a handful of wet dirt in his fist.
He pushed through the doors, the coat he typically wore replaced by a moderately priced looking, stolen jacket. On his trek through the hall Toshi passed denizens whom averted their eyes and in doing so fed his notions of self-importance.
With a casual whistle he lifted the hand clenching the dirt as grains trickling through his fingers. He applied it to the spy hole of Marluxia's door and rapped on the surface with his knuckle. "Hey, ya've got a package!!"
You don't say.
Rating; R
Characters; Marluxia, Misumi Toshiya
Summary; Marluxia is... invaded.
Log;
His blackened eyes scaled the building, sparsely taking in the details, the fire exits, ladders and the balconies, things not immediately relevant to but a few. A rasping caught cleared his throat as he concluded the inspection. Apartment Two. Simple. "Well... time." Toshiya crouched and scooped up a handful of wet dirt in his fist.
He pushed through the doors, the coat he typically wore replaced by a moderately priced looking, stolen jacket. On his trek through the hall Toshi passed denizens whom averted their eyes and in doing so fed his notions of self-importance.
With a casual whistle he lifted the hand clenching the dirt as grains trickling through his fingers. He applied it to the spy hole of Marluxia's door and rapped on the surface with his knuckle. "Hey, ya've got a package!!"
You don't say.
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It's a short walk from the kitchen to the apartment entrance, but due to that reluctance on his part, Marluxia managed to make the stride longer than it should've been. As soon as he arrived, he looked through the spyhole to make sure that it wasn't indeed Axel. However, there seemed to have been...dirt obstructing the view. That made him a bit more suspicious: he's always so meticulous when it comes to his apartment, and he wasn't sure whether or not he should tack down the aforementioned Nobody as the type to take such a measure to conceal his identity.
Which is exactly what Axel would want him to think.
He reached for the doorknob and hastily pulled the door open.
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"I've got a package for you~," Toshi announced in a sing-song chant, his knuckles banging the door ad nauseum, "but an ordinary package won't do~!" He spat the latter line out as the only abstraction between him and this Marluxia had been removed. The general belief that people were well meaning and the concept of manners were a great instrument for an assassin.
Marluxia opened the door to face the barrel of a gun with the scarred face of an Asian man behind it, his smile erased by a visceral scowl. "Don't even flinch, I don't care if you die," Toshi explained his stance quite clearly as he invited himself in while jabbing the cold tip of the Tokarev point-blank at Marluxia's forehead to prompt him to move. "C'mon, in we go. It's impolite to refuse a guest."
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There wasn't much that took Marluxia by surprise. Having some random idiot wielding a gun show up at his door? Wasn't one of them, even if said gun was pressed against his forehead. He frowned in mild agitation as he stepped back to create room enough to distance himself from the advancing stranger.
"'Guest'?" he echoed in colorless tones. "Are guests not supposed to be invited?"
Marluxia regarded the man in feigned interest. He wasn't much to look at, he had to admit. But he knew him to be one of the citizens that he had the misfortune to --
Before he could think further, his accursed mouth opened for yet another insincere proposition. "You know, that outfit would look great as a crumpled heap next to my bed."
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It dawned upon him then. Toshi slowly craned his head, the gun pivoting in unison upon the man's skin. The sunken oculars studied the composition of the face before him. "Hehehe..." his shirl laugh pierced the momentary silence. Marluxia was much too handsome, the thought crossed his mind in a begrudging sort of way. He wanted to gouge-- his sick aspirations of violence were abruptly diverted by the guy's remark.
"Wha...?" The curse, he remembered, a smirk forming. "You can't help it, can ya? Then get on that bed before I blow your head off."
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Marluxia wasn't naive enough to think that the man would turn and leave with the revelation of that fact; however, he gave him a look that almost dared him to test his patience by staying. He lifted a hand and made a move to brush the barrel of the weapon away from his face.
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Toshiya expression immediately soured at Marluxia's casual disregard of the firearm. Toshi shoot him a silent glance. He buried his left hand in the interior of his jacket and produced a military issue knife. The blade swung out from his clothing, horizontally biting into the soft skin of Marluxia's cheek. "I'm... very serious. I bet you're thinking you can worm your way out with a quick jerk, ey? C'mon, try me. Otherwise, obey; it's bed-time."