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Post by Kiigan Mon Aug 23, 2021 5:24 am

"Poker," Kiigan repeated promptly after Wes's sharp outburst, his eyes widened and blinking a little in slight startlement. He stood there a bit awkwardly afterward, raising a hand to scratch above the ponytail on the back of his head in the way people do when they don't know what to do with their hands. He hadn't realized that Poker was a game played at the casino. It was his job to keep patrons in line and throw out the ones that started trouble, so that's what he stuck to. The bluette thought he'd just made a horrible, paycheck-altering mistake until his boss laughed. The angel's head tilted a little at the sound, still unsure what to do, but distracted by the unexpectedly joyful mirth, even if it was at his own expense. It didn't feel good not to know things, but it didn't seem he was being made fun of, nor was Wes angry. His scowl pulled into a more neutral line, tugging up just the slightest bit at one end. "I've been too busy to pay attention to the games," he offered in weak explanation, though his posture had eased. Sure, he was a little embarrassed, but at least the gingersnap wasn't mad. It was a strange relief.

Wes patted a chair next to him, and as if reading his mind, preemptively countered most of the things Kiigan was about to say. It wasn't a good idea to sit right now, not with Fleuve'ir knows who about to walk in, but... He could do what he was told sometimes, okay? Perhaps spurred on by Wes's pleasant mood and expression and not wanting to ruin it, the bodyguard hesitated only a second longer before sitting down in the offered chair. The angel was trained well and in good shape, but he'd expended a lot of energy and was a bit injured. Though he wouldn't admit it, it felt good on his sore body to give it a small rest after the fight with the thugs. He hadn't realized what a relief it would be and caught himself mid-sigh. Clearing his throat, he shifted in the seat and turned his full attention to Wes, awaiting the explanation of what to expect from this meet up.

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Post by wes Tue Aug 24, 2021 7:12 am

all these little lies
and most of them are mine
my words are coated in honey and wine
He grinned, glad to be humored and glad that he had managed to stop Kiigan from throwing out excuses that, while completely reasonable, the redhead found pointless. The guy had earned himself a rest, at least, and a needed one from the looks of it. Wes would keep an ear to the door, just in case. It’s not like more than two guys could pile through with ease.

Slipping his legs off the table, the seat tipped forward with a resounding clack! The big guy seemed to be sharing in the mood somewhat. The scowl had been replaced by something far more pleasant, but given the man’s whole attitude the redhead had a hunch he wouldn’t be seeing it as much. It was a shame, really. Kiigan had the startings of what could be a nice smile.

Wes placed the suitcase on the table. “Good, so—” he started, hands clasping together into a little, leathery clap as if to garner more attention. He shifted so he was facing Kiigan full-on. “I know you’ve probably been wonderin’ all night: ‘Wesley, what’s in the case?’, right? Why are we doing this? What’s the big idea?” He eyed the the makeshift bandage as he spoke, habit threatening to kick in, “Well, ya see, dear Kiigan, I’m a patient man. But sometimes patience runs thin. I mentioned stashes, remember? Well, the head honcho of this place owes me a few and— ugh, wait, don’t move.”

He leaned forward and tried to fix the cloth, fingers adjusting the material this way and that. “So the name’s Monserrat. Remember it or don’t, for all I care. He just has tough guys, but a teeny lil’ brain,” he paused to chuckle, maybe to mull over the words before putting it blatantly, “and we’re taking him out.”

“And by taking him out I mean we’re knocking him out,” he beamed up at Kiigan, the grin now bordering on mischievous. Though he had been gentle in fixing the bandage, Wes still gave it a light pat of proud approval. All clean. All good. His mind could be at peace. And he pulled away then, returning his attention to the dark suitcase and sliding it so it sat between the two men. “There’s a sedative in here that activates on contact with air. So, we’re gonna bet the case in the game at some point and lose it. Then, bam!” he snapped his fingers for emphasis, then cocked his head. “We take him with us. Quick and simple, capisce?”

He never lost the smile. If anything, he seemed a little more than eager to execute what he knew was largely an unneeded plan. There were a thousand different ways he could’ve gone about this. But Monserrat was a dumbass and humiliating him using stupid tactics always amused Wes. This kind of thing had been going for a while now, though this time there was more to it than just screwing around. He was owed drugs. Lots of them.
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Post by Kiigan Tue Aug 24, 2021 8:37 am

Though he merely listened and didn't utter a word, Kiigan was ever attentive to the animated man in the hat, his eyes softening and almost amused. Not that his preferences mattered, but he was partial to the grinning, excited Wes over the one annoyed with him. It was...cute.

His attention strayed for a second when his boss interrupted himself to suddenly reach for the disheveled bandage, unable to fully suppress a flinch, like a guard dog that had been kicked one too many times. For a second, Kiigan wasn't sure what the man was going to do, but to see him fussing over the wrappings and endeavoring to fix them while still explaining... well, it touched the larger man. This kind of consideration and attention truly wasn't normally given to him, so like earlier in the alley, a dim glow started around his head. It was a bit pathetic how such little actions could end up meaning more than they should, but he hadn't exactly received the best treatment in life.

Awkward, dimming glowing aside, his brows shot up when Wes said they'd be taking Monserrat out, lowering his guard enough to wince at the pat to his wound. Wes was so unpredictable. The angel never knew what to expect. He was thinking for a moment that Wes meant murder. While he wanted to pay off his debt, he wasn't sure how he felt about stepping knowingly over that line. As a mercenary, he'd avoided those types of jobs for the same reason he tried to avoid Eldritch. His fear of falling to sin. His faith was a bit shaky for a Gaiyan and he wasn't sure how much of what it took to become the thing he was terrified of becoming. Could prayer wipe away murder? Kiigan himself didn't have any particularly strong feelings about murder objectively, since he felt like some people could deserve it while others didn't. The angel had his own moral compass concerning such things, but he wasn't sure how Fleuve'ir felt about it. That was always the rub.

However, it didn't matter. Wes meant knock out. Kidnap. While even that concept should have raised some sort of caution flags, Kiigan just nodded in acceptance and understanding. He sighed and gave the beaming face in front of his a look. A 'you almost had me there' look. Easy enough. He had no idea what capeesh meant, but he nodded all the same. "Got it, boss," he said, but then his head slightly tilted. "What is ca...cape--"

Before he could butcher the strange word his impish employer had used there at the end, the door suddenly swung open. Just like that, what little pleasant softness his face and demeanor had taken on vanished behind the hardened, scowling exterior of a warrior. He turned to see four men file in, followed by who he assumed was Monserrat himself.

It was go time.

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Post by wes Fri Aug 27, 2021 7:37 am

all these little lies
and most of them are mine
my words are coated in honey and wine
His little joke a brought upon a relatively fun reaction, though not one that was entirely unexpected. So he played it off, innocently continuing to smile along as the bandaged one sighed. Wes found some amount of delight at the lack of reproach, however. Most would’ve recoiled at the idea. And although he knew next to zero when it came to Kiigan’s background, he wouldn’t have expected him to just accept a kidnapping no-questions-asked. This raised a few suspicions — ones that would be momentarily overshadowed by a curious, returning issue: that weird glowing.

Again, all the small one had done was fix him up a little. The flinch hadn’t been lost on him but was ultimately shelved away in light of (hehe) the dim radiance. “Say,” he’d draw out the word slightly, a hint of curiosity intermingling within a dulcet tone. Maybe something was beginning to line up in that fiery head of his that he wanted to test what exactly flipped the switch on this awkward lightbulb. “Do you usually—” he had reached for Kiigan’s face then, but the gesture had been retracted halfway through as soon as the door opened. He’d also completely missed the start of a question, ultimately having spoken over or at the same time as the glowy guard.

“Took you guys long enough. Here I was starting to grow some grey hairs,” Wes joked as the bodies piled into the room, the four musclemen swarming each side equally and dumping an obscene amount of vigs on the table. Reggie had popped his face into the room then, giving Wes a silent heads up, a final sneer at Kiigan, before unceremoniously proceeding to slam the door shut. Monserrat gawked at the pair, bushy eyebrows knit so close together, before silently making his way to a seat across from the two. Wes was pretty sure the guy was bothered by the fact that the pair were alive and well.

Cards were already being shuffled and dealt, small pleasantries between the leading faces were exchanged along with the usual back and forth. All throughout Wes held up the same friendly, easy air. He reacted accordingly, delivering smiles and boisterous laughs at Monserrat’s dumb jokes along with some anecdotes about “a time he met a guy who knew this one guy who knew another guy who met some other guy” which somehow circled back to the first guy in the form a joke. Despite the easy exchange between the two, the musclemen had remained quiet, tense. Leaving only the voices of the two men to echo off in the room.

Vigs were moved across the table as quick as the cards had been dealt, piles forming and deforming at a moment’s notice. A few of the musclemen had removed their jackets in a very-convenient-for-future-thread manner mid game and Wes had decided to drop the case into the mix. It really hadn’t taken very long before it fell into Monserrat’s hands, the case being only to reveal a large assortment of blue crystals that cracked instantaneously. Smoke of the same color poured out, leaving behind empty, transparent shells.

“Don’t breathe,” the redhead warned quickly, the grin never ceasing as his brows furrowed. “Just nab Monserrat and come meet me outside. We need a distraction.” With the first crack, the men had already been at their feet. And Wes had the good sense to act before they could move, driving one of his daggers into a hand as one of the men stood and pinning him to the table. The other dagger flew in the opposite direction and into another man’s chest, causing him to stagger back and trip on a curtain (not planned, but he’d take it). That would at least stop the closest two musclemen from advancing while the sedative settled into their system, leaving only the two closest to the pair’s target intact. Those would have the worst of it with the smoke, and despite Monserrat’s threats it seemed he was already about to conk out. Easy pickings.

Wes clasped a hand over his mouth and nose and moved towards the door, throwing it open with ease. Reggie was standing by, shit-eating grin on his face all the while as the redhead went to talk to him.
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Post by Kiigan Sat Aug 28, 2021 8:45 am

Kiigan couldn't resist the smugness that tugged at his serious scowl in light of Monserrat's surprise. He was rather fond of the 'Screw you, yeah, I lived' moments, but knew gloating wasn't wise at this time. There was a time and a place.

Splitting his attention between the goons and the game was a bit difficult, though. After Wes's reaction to his cluelessness about this 'poker' game, he couldn't help but be interested now, especially with how boring everyone else in the room was. Cards were involved, which he had seen as he walked around the casino. Some had numbers, some had letters, some had shapes while others had faces. He couldn't say he made a lick of sense of the whole thing, but he did find it interesting that clothing was removed in addition to losing vigs. Weird.

It was also something to see the boss in his element. Kiigan had to admit, the man was fascinating. Always something intriguing coming out of his mouth. He could make nonsense sound like a campfire tale, which impressed the angel in a way. Wes was just so... lively. Emotive. There was a charm about him that made the plan he knew was being set into motion seem paradoxically unlike someone with such a pleasant presence would do, yet exactly what was expected from someone who could smile one second and stab someone in the hand the next. He was like watching fire.

There was no time to gaze into the ginger flames, however. It was time to hold his breath like instructed and snatch a Monserrat while creating a distraction.

Implicating himself as someone who might have committed a crime in the past, after lunging in to help the two thugs nearest the target take a carpet nap, Kiigan made a little detour and snatched the daggers from the other two after he visited more violence upon them as well. Tucking the blades into his belt, he descended upon the snoozing man in front of the case, hulking him up with ease and throwing him over his broad shoulder.

Now for the distraction. For reasons Reggie would soon learn, getting on the angel's bad side didn't earn anyone any favors. If the man hadn't been so condescending, perhaps he'd have thought of a different way, but as it was, this was the simultaneously the easiest and most 'screw you'. To cover the gas, Kiigan set the curtains ablaze with a couple fireballs, then turned and ran. "Fire!" he called helpfully just as he emerged through the doorway, looking every bit of a hero to those who had no idea the chaos that had just gone on. With the held air exhaled, he gratefully sucked in some untainted air, though the smoke billowing from the glowing room was starting to become a problem...

"Everyone needs to get out," he said, more to Wes than anyone, but it was true all the same. Whether the club burned down was far from his problem, but it was great opportunity to get Monserrat out with the escaping crowd and no one would notice at all. Even though Wes had told Kii to simply meet him outside, probably meaning outside the room, the angel took it to mean outside the building for now. Without another word, he turned and headed for the stairs and for the club's exit just as chaos dawned.

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Post by wes Sun Aug 29, 2021 3:07 am

all these little lies
and most of them are mine
my words are coated in honey and wine
“…Oh, yeah, you can take the vigs and…” the conversation having been interrupted, both men whipped their heads to attention at the call of fire. Wes blinked a few times in astonishment as Kiigan high-tailed it out of the building amidst the growing discord with Monserrat in tow. Nice. Then it dawned on him: “THIS WASN’T WHAT I— hold up!” Wes started after him, leaving Reggie behind with a whole slew of issues and a sour attitude. At least the vigs would make up for it, he figured. That is, if Reggie could manage to put out the fire before everything fried. This really hadn’t been the plan. Nope. Not at all. Wes had figured it’d be something with a little more finesse. Some class. Then again, he wouldn’t mind if the place burned down. Monserrat could suck it. The guy was months late on his promises.

Outside, the redhead lead the way once more taking a slightly altered route through the alleys. It was chilly out, possibly due to the late hour, and the small boss’s nose was nipped as they reached the pier. Among the few ships docked, a cargo boat of moderate size bobbed in the water, its sails retracted and devoid of life if not for the few crates and barrels that piled on its deck. A singular lamp lay on one of the many boxes, it’s candle dimly lighting the area.

From the shadows popped out a small figure, bug eyes shiny in the lamplight. “Millie!” Wes exclaimed, leaning down as the snaggletoothed woman practically dragged herself towards him on. He greeted her, bumping cheeks at each side of her face in form of a kiss. She then turned to Kiigan, spindly arms outstretched eager to be handed over their new hostage, scraggly nails clawing up as she flexed her fingers and her tooth on full display. Wes placed his hands on his hips, cocking his head at her with amusement sewn into his brow. “Oh, Mils, Kiigan has this. Don’t worry your pretty little head off now,” he patted her, and she hissed lightly. Woman really loved her job.

Taking in the air of saltwater, he did a small stretch. Wes was as awake as ever, having to had book it the way they did. Funny how arson could both energize and leave you in a good mood. The pack of cigarettes made their appearance again and he’d take his time lighting yet another. Smoke flowed as soon as the match touched tobacco and he took a deep, self-satisfying drag. He eyed the angel then, brows furrowing together in contemplation. “Just chuck him wherever. She’ll take care of the rest,” he said, though as he continued his silent analysis something caught his attention.

“…Are those my daggers?”
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Post by Kiigan Tue Aug 31, 2021 11:44 pm

Wordlessly following Wes with the dead weight of a K.O.'d man on his shoulder, it wasn't too long before he felt the chill from the lapping waves just barely warmed from spring time. As the fresh air pushed back the funk of the materialistic city, for just a moment he was reminded of his coastal home on Ilyanor. While for most that would bring warmth to a face, homesickness, or at least a smile, it only darkened Kiigan's mood. The Gaiyan island was certainly beautiful, he'd be crazy to deny that, but he had not spent too many happy days there and honestly found it all a bit boring. All that painstaking training and those high expectations from his family only for no one to ever make any decisions or actions. It was just all waiting.

His mind had been back home, moodily popping in and out of the montage of arguing when the hideous creature reemerged into his field of view. As soon as his crimson eyes landed on her, he recoiled, once more horrified that any non-eldritch person could look so incredibly homely. His steps stopped short and his eyes went wide. His lips parted and hung open slightly. That tooth. His gaze was trained on it with morbid fascination, repulsed but unable to look away. As she advanced on him with her knobby knuckles flexing, Kiigan took a step back despite himself. The angel knew she wanted Monster-rat (he'd already forgotten his name), but... the tragic beast's proximity to him regardless of intentions made him uneasy.

At Wes's prompt, Kiigan hurried onto the indicated boat and dumped the sleeping man, hoping it would lure the mutated rat-like creature from the dock and onto the vessel as if he were a piece of cheese. Meanwhile, he was asked about the daggers. "Yeah," he said simply. After rejoining his boss and cleansing his mind of what 'Millie' might do to her victim (gnawing on him with that single snaggletooth), he pulled the weapons free and held them out to Wes. "You left them behind. It coulda implicated you, ya know," he vaguely explained, though his face was earnest enough. Few things lead back to someone than their preferred weapons.

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Post by wes Wed Sep 01, 2021 4:52 am

all these little lies
and most of them are mine
my words are coated in honey and wine
The daggers weren’t the only thing that were implicational. Wes blinked between them and Kiigan as Millie scampered off into the ship. “Yeeeaaah… you’re right,” he admitted, through eyes that squinted and lips curling up with smoke stick in tow. “Thanks,” he’d remove them from his hands, placing them back into his holsters with ease. The daggers could’ve stayed behind for all he cared, Reggie had proven time and time again to be good at cleaning up after the crafty boss’s messes even with that crappy attitude of his. Man was getting paid for a reason, after all.

“Anyways, lemme take a look at you,” he began, small frame looming close enough for his face to be near inches from Kiigan’s chest. Blue orbs trailed the man from head to toe, smoke billowing between parted lips as soon as the cigarette left his mouth. His chin lifted, curiosity taking hold as he looked up at the taller man. Throughout it all Wes hadn’t worded anything, simply letting his gaze travel along the borders of the bluette’s angular features before coming to a rest on his captivating crimson hues. The proximity wasn’t meant to intimidate —not like it would, anyways; the redhead was pretty clear about how useless trying was— nor size him up. He was just searching, placing face to action.

The giant bodyguard had it all down pat, didn’t he? Well, maybe except for his staggeringly weird choice in distraction… and maybe he had shown a smidge of opposition to the boss’s command, too, but the ginger was willing to overlook certain flags in face of his own goals, this one being the simple one that it was. Not like it’d come to bite him in the ass in some future, right?

His impish squint softened into something more pleasant, and he tilted his head in response as if he’d found what he searched for. “You’re not just some guy that got picked off the street, are you?” he asked, though his voice still carried a leftover a mildly amused tune. “You’ve done this kind of thing before,” he raised a finger, as if to stop a comment before curling back down. “And before you say: ‘Well, no shit, Sherlock—' I never really asked for a resumé.” Neither had he taken the time to place much consideration into the bouncer and his work before today. Really, this might’ve as well been the only time they’d interacted besides the initial meeting for hire, never mind delivering his paycheck.
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Post by Kiigan Wed Sep 01, 2021 6:21 am

Kiigan remained even as he was sized up, simply staring at the gingersnap as he got in close and lingered. He couldn't imagine what he was looking for or possibly seeing, but it wasn't any of his business. He was just trying to earn more vigs to pay off his debts.

Doing his best to stifle a cough as the plume of smoke stick smoke wafted up his face, he found that even though his nose burned, he strangely craved one and was rather annoyed he'd lost the one he'd had at some point. When had it gone away? The angel thought hard about it, momentarily distracted from being looked over like a horse for sale. He'd had it in the alley... he must have dropped it in the fight. That was annoying. He hadn't even gotten to finish it, which was a strange thought given how his lungs and nose had stung. It was more of a challenge at this point. If Wes could smoke several of them without a single cough, Kiigan thought he should be able to do the same. So...testosterone was likely the cause of his determination. Ego. Also...maybe a little bit of nicotine, not that he'd know what that was.

When Wes spoke again, Kiigan blinked out of his deep cigarette thoughts and tilted his head a little in question, though his expression was just the tiniest bit smug. "You're not just a casino owner, are you?" he shot back, his eyes holding the cheeky smile that never reached his mouth. Casinos were new to him, but gambling was gambling and as old as time. Kidnapping and Millies and cases with weird knock-out gas and thugs were a whole different world away from betting money on luck and chance.

Since his counter question was basically rhetorical, he decided to humor Wes and actually answer before he irritated the small man. "I've done a few... odd jobs in my time on the mainland. Humans will pay for some pretty weird stuff," he admitted, though he was reluctant to give that type of work the title it had earned. Rogue. A mercenary who would do mostly anything, regardless of moral implications, if the price was right. Both of those terms gave an impression that Kiigan didn't wholly subscribe to, so he was just as hesitant to label himself as he was to correct inaccurate assumptions. It was just the constant kill contracts becoming so commonplace that had him stepping out and looking for something different, because no one made decisions for him other than himself. The angel wasn't sure if he'd every killed anyone or not, but he'd never made it a point to end a life before because it'd have to be deserved in his eyes. "I know you should never make it too easy to get caught 'cause you never know who's lookin' for you. Leavin' your fate in the wrong hands can come back and really poison your water," he added, having learned the hard way. Another reason was just habit, since he knew his brother was on his trail and wanted to leave nothing that would point his direction behind. Surely Wes had some enemies as well, given they'd just kidnapped a man like it was nothing.

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Post by wes Wed Sep 01, 2021 8:01 am

all these little lies
and most of them are mine
my words are coated in honey and wine
At the question did his head pull back somewhat, a silent sort of laugh playing at his lips as his gaze shifted somewhere else, head shaking, almost as if to ask ‘are you hearing this?’ to someone, before returning to attention. He took another drag. Slow and distracting, the tattoo at his back like prickling needles on his skin. It wasn’t hard to figure out now, was it? It was pretty blatant. He was just glad his prospect had come to the conclusion himself. Lord knew Wes didn’t want to try and somehow get the words out without somehow hurting himself in the process… or embarrassing himself, really. Curses could be a little silly sometimes.

Though it wasn’t until the last few words left the guard mouth that his bright demeanor faltered slightly, smile diminishing into a straight line and brows raising a bit. Really poison your water was the understatement of the year, he thought, as his thoughts decided to stray away into a much more complicated time from now. For the three years he’d been in Vyl it was surprising how little things could trigger one’s memories. All it took was a word, maybe a smell or a scene, and suddenly he was back home if just for second. He liked to think he was over the incident, if it could be called that.

“Man, do I know it,” he responded moments later, though his gaze had lost a small bit of luster. “So, you’re a mercenary,” he stated, dryly. If odd jobs was the way he was trying to cover it up then that was a laugh. Odd jobs was what they all called it, wasn’t it? Mercenaries had come and gone through the mob boss’s domain like it were yesterday. Some stayed, some he’d seen to that they disappear off the face of the planet. Unsurprising, though an angel mercenary was an odd thing to envision. “Must be a laugh, going from that business and ending up as a bouncer with… Well” —another drag, the words wouldn’t come even if he willed them to; it stung— “this.”

“Hmm,” he mused, wispy red strands falling over his face as he tilted his head in the opposite direction. He removed his glove, stuffing the leathery piece into his pocket before his bare hand made it to his own chest, dipping itself in his vest seemingly searching a pocket inside the vestment. “Since you figured it out. Then I’d like to proposition you. A contract — you’re probably used to those, no? Be my personal bodyguard, among other things. You can work at the casino still, but your pay will be doubled per job, maybe even more. I’m sure it’d help with that debt of yours,” he explained, holding calm, practiced airs. “…Unless things like these are too much for the angel?” Really, Wes wasn’t sure what he was jabbing at, uncertain of just how far the man had gone in his line of work. But it never hurt to see, did it?
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Post by Kiigan Wed Sep 01, 2021 9:21 am

Before he could puzzle too much about the presumed wrong thing he'd said to banish his boss's smile or ask about what 'man, do I know it' really entailed, the very term he'd been avoiding popped out of that sassy mouth. Kiigan heaved a resigned sigh through his nose. "Yeah. Ah well, it is what it is," he said, a little bit of Gaiyan nature seeping into someone who otherwise seemed nothing like his own kind. So he'd ended up in something a bit similar to what he thought he'd been leaving behind. For now, the thought didn't bother him too much because this was his decision to go along. Perhaps also because he didn't think about it too deeply, nor did he ask any questions.

Kiigan had never heard of a mafia, or even knew there was a term for what this seemed to be. He just knew that this was a business with a boss that did things behind the scenes that might be considered shady to some, including secret crimes when needed. Presuming nabbing this rat guy wasn't a one-time fluke, that is, and Kiigan was pretty sure it wasn't. The bluette had lines he never intended to cross and couldn't see this type of thing getting too close to those. If it did, he'd just leave or refuse. Simple as that.

Wes's official offer thrilled Kiigan enough that his scowl ironed out into a line and the dim glow returned. So he'd passed the trial and had been offered the job. Double the pay meant he could pay off his debt twice as fast, and he couldn't say that he'd hate working for Wes. Of all the bosses he'd had, so far he liked the small red-head the most. Even the jab was taken easily, perhaps because of his pleased mood. "The angel can handle it just fine," he shot back, holding out his hand for whatever Wes was about to pull out of his coat. Contracts weren't his favorite thing, but the don was correct in thinking he was familiar with them. "I accept the contract."

Again, probably shoulda asked questions about what the contract was, but no. Grumpy and scowly and violent he may be, but Kiigan still had that Gaiyan trusting innocence. He couldn't possibly think what he was agreeing to was a curse and that this job would test him in ways unimaginable.

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Post by wes Wed Sep 01, 2021 11:44 pm

all these little lies
and most of them are mine
my words are coated in honey and wine
Well, that was easy. While he should’ve seen the lack of questions coming, as it’d been like that from the very beginning, he still felt like Kiigan was selling himself off pretty quickly. Not that Wes would complain after just bagging himself an entire Gaiyan. And an eager one at that, the glow and lack of scowl being some pretty good indicators. You’d think there’d be some apprehension after what they’d just done, not that the angel had shown much of it to begin with. He could take that. It was preferred, really. Accepting things no-questions-asked was what was expected of most members. It was how he’d been taught to handle superiors in the past regardless of how ridiculous or downright morbid the order.
There was some leeway to be had at times. But, for the most part, it was—

“Good,” Wes chirped, a pleasant little grin spreading on his face again. The same prickling like needles extended down his arm and from his vest he produced a singular card. He held it up in the small space amid the two, cigarette on his lips. Unlike the usual playing cards in the casino, with their clubs and diamonds and kings, this one depicted some Otherworldly being. It sat cross-legged, a gilded statue with multiple arms, and for a face were three heads. Trimurti, the card read at the bottom. “Your contract,” he said, eyes never leaving his. Then placed one end of the card at the tip of Kiigan’s fingers, the opposite end held firmly by the redhead. Kiigan only needed to grab hold.
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Post by Kiigan Thu Sep 02, 2021 8:53 am

A curious expression appeared when the strange card was produced. He was expecting a folded piece of parchment for him to sign or place a drop of blood, not an actual card. Kiigan's sanguine hues left Wes's and eyed the strange being named Trimurti with its many arms and heads, studying it as if looking at it longer than a few moments would reveal its secrets. Was it a creature of olde? A local Church of Fleuve'ir deity? He supposed it could be something Eldritch like a Demonata, but the ginger seemed human and magicless at that, so he made the assumption that it was fine, whatever it was. Just a weird card with a weird drawing. Was just supposed to take it?

As was normal for him by now, he didn't think much of it beyond "this is new" and reached for it. The second his skin touched it, the card liquidized like crimson ink and literally sucked into his pores. For the first time this evening, Kiigan's face abruptly transformed into something other than neutrality or annoyance. It was alarm. He hadn't expected anything magical from his boss, so watching the ink slither beneath his skin up his left arm, dispelling his angelic vestiments as it went, broke him into a cold sweat. He was silent though, perhaps showing too much trust in the man before him. With his magical armor gone from his chest, it would be easy enough to witness the process.

The angel's face twisted again as the stinging started, his brows and eyes contracting as he watched the red bubble to the top layer of his skin along his arm, shoulder, and slightly onto his torso and down his ribs into an angular tribal pattern of thick, red lines. The tattoo, while unexpected, wasn't unpleasant to look at, though it was a bit painful. He'd kinda always wanted some art on his body, so other than how it got there, Kiigan was happy enough. What a strange contract. It did finally prompt a question, though. Lifting his inquisitive eyes to Wes's, his lips parted to speak. "Is this nor--"

The words died on his lips. Mouth clamping shut, he blinked a few times as if disoriented. His shoulders rolled a couple of times, then he tilted his head to stretch his neck quickly as if some intense discomfort was knotting his muscles. Something didn't feel right, but his mind was suddenly so muddled that he couldn't really think straight. It was as if his body had been filled with hot cement. Fear flashed into his changing eyes as they momentarily went entirely red, then returned to something more normal though now they glowed and the pupils elongated into slits. As the red drained from his sclera like blood. It seeped out under his eyes and down his cheeks in a crisscrossing pattern.

The last of the strange effects were quick. In mere seconds Kiigan was suffering a full blown fever, his cheeks flushed and breathing labored. The angel's body lost all its strength and he staggered only a couple steps before he crumpled into unconsciousness at Wes's feet.

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Post by wes Thu Sep 02, 2021 11:12 pm

all these little lies
and most of them are mine
my words are coated in honey and wine
With a small bow his head he’d taken a step away, allowing the man to have some space as soon as the card left his grip. He could only watch, of course, as the contract did away with the man he’d hired as a simple bouncer. The redhead’s own face beginning to show a veritable, pained expression. It acted in unison, the contract being an extension of the curse he’d placed upon himself, as one power catalyzed the other. A sharp pain over his shoulder strained his posture as the dozens of little prickles began to burn, “It’s okay,” he reassured softly. It was as much as he could offer at the moment, seeing Kiigan’s alarm. Never was it a certain thing how the curse decided to manifest on different individuals. Thus, the experience was double as concerning to the contract holder who’d never taken on a Gaiyan. This wouldn’t kill the angel, would it?

They made eye contact, and he found it hard to keep the slowly diminishing smile. As the crimson bubbled on the angel’s exposed arm and torso, another effect took hold of the redhead. A black tendril visibly slithered from underneath his shirt collar, snaked around his neck, before coming to a stop just below his eye, leaving in its trail a sensation like the aftermath of sharp nails being raked on skin.

His gloveless fingers gingerly touched at the spot the black vine halted, a small dizzying spell threatening to take over, and he clamped his eyes shut, a hot breath making its way between parted lips as he attempted to regain composure. When they opened he was met with an off-putting sight. Kiigan looked like he’d undergone a small sort of transformation. He was akin to an Eldritch, Wes thought, with those pulsing, serpentine eyes and sclera the color of wounds that drained and marked his otherwise flawless face. Just what exactly had changed within the bodyguard in those moments, Wes wasn’t sure. Though he’d keep an eye on him from now on, to the best of his abilities.

“Oh! Hey,” he reacted as soon as the man hit the floor, having been unable to tear his eyes off of him in the moment, kneeling down. For a second, the ginger really thought he had killed the angel. But as Wes lifted him into a sitting position so that his head rested against his shoulder, he found him breathing, though labored and flushed. He sighed, possibly out of relief, the same ungloved hand making its way to his forehead. It was just a fever. Nothing Wes couldn’t take care of.

A disbelieving chuckle made its way out of the mob boss’s mouth, gaze softening as he took in his new member’s countenance with slight amusement. “Benvenuto al Porto d’Oro, Kiigan,” he spoke softly yet again, even if the man in question could not gauge his words. “Hopefully you’ll last.”

For now, Monserrat would have to wait.
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