Puppenspieler

kxrp:

                                                       of CARRION?

                         Indipendent fandomless dual Ocs                    Hugin && Munin from Norse Mythology

vargxn:

                                Even in these chains, 

                                                you can’t stop me.

                            ‘Cause I’m the big bad wolf, 

                                                     now let the games begin!

kxrp:

                                  Does the punishment                                                               fit the crime?

“For me, just a glass of water with a bit of lemon…” said Relius Clover, who hoped to stay a bit alone in that place. But, as usual, it wasn’t a lucky place for him: in fact, every time he entered there, something happened, or at least he met someone known, or someone who knew him… This time wasn’t different: he had already seen that man at the counter. Really big, seemed particularly dangerous and violent. But, as usual, he didn’t remember how and when hw saw him.

“Anyway, I’m not here to lose my time in drinks or else. Even words are precious…”. Relius started looking at him with the corner of his eye. “You are not new from this city, isn’t it?”

      A bored sigh came from the lips of the man, who opened a bottle of water, poured it into the glass and then cut a slice of lemon and placed in it. He often wondered why people order something like that when there was a broad category of alcoholic beverages and cocktails, as well as ice creams, coffee, cakes and other foods that people like the masked avenger could order.

      He served him as he had ordered on a coaster black cloth, then he turned to serve another customer, while the voice of the blonde dude rang in his ears as something sinister and dark, as if the man was looking for something. Fenrir glared at him, then clicked his tongue against the palate. “I have this bar recently, certainly since I moved here in S …” he said softly. “So what is the problem, masked avenger?”

Relius wasn’t in a good mood, that day: “Actually, I think that, if you wanna to stay here for much time, you’ve to be more serious and to avoid certain kind of special names...”

The scientist drank the water: even if it was simple with lemon, Relius had to think that is was tasty, fresh and good. “Anyway, the problem is that it’s really strange that a guy like you, very strong for sure, is behind a counter... And you don’t seem a polite bartender from an eccellent school...”

                      Fenrir looked at the new customer who sat on a stool at the counter–the man was dressed in pink and purple, a golden mask was placed on his face as he wanted to conceal his true identity…should he blame him to have chosen to dress in this way? Certainly not.

                      The wolf sighed,then blinked while a serious look formed on his place face. He had to admit the man cast a threatening aura, which made his skin crawl–who the hell he is? This thought reverberated in his mind like a dull echo, who made him cautious. “So, what would you drink masked avenger?”

“For me, just a glass of water with a bit of lemon...” said Relius Clover, who hoped to stay a bit alone in that place. But, as usual, it wasn’t a lucky place for him: in fact, every time he entered there, something happened, or at least he met someone known, or someone who knew him... This time wasn’t different: he had already seen that man at the counter. Really big, seemed particularly dangerous and violent. But, as usual, he didn’t remember how and when hw saw him.

“Anyway, I’m not here to lose my time in drinks or else. Even words are precious...”. Relius started looking at him with the corner of his eye. “You are not new from this city, isn’t it?”

You already know my question... The situation of the lab is still open...

dissonance-of-madness:

                         “——Dra åt helvet!” Fenrir exclaimed in his mother tongue in listening the masked man. “Are you here to insult me, din jävel?”

No, absolutely: I’m giving you many compliments... Anyway, are you here to be useful, or do you go away now?

Oooh, we’ve a philosopher, here... Tell me, have you studied at the bon-ton school, or something like that?

                            …And as sinners we are doomed 

                                            to an inevitable fate!

                                                 I.II.III.IV.V.VI

Source!

In a first moment, Relius didn’t care about what the other said: still thinking about the black-haired guy, he just noticed that another young man sat near him. He has long blond hair, and a very noticeable presence. Oh, I’ve already problems with a black-haired… Don’t need a blondie too… was his first thought.

Then, he connected his words. He called him by name, and Relius didn’t remember he already saw that guy before.

Relius changed immediately his behaviour, in order to understand what was happening. Maybe was someone connected with Terumi? “Seems like I’m more famous than I thought, if even kids know me… Anyway, I hope it’s an important thing, because I’m busy…”

       The first reaction of Hugin was to burst out laughing and a hearty laugh rang out in the bar, in fact some kids threw a glare at the raven trembling, while the bartender pretended nothing, as he washed some cups and glasses. Basically, what he should do with the one who did not want to give back what belonged to Loki? But the man did not know he was bringing with him a curse, a curse that would fall on all the people he loved, of all his co-workers and the people who gravitated around him. The raven took another sip of liquor, emptying his glass before raising a hand and attract the attention of the bartender.

                               "More whiskey!“

       His blue eyes returned to focus on the man in purple, who had noticed Hugin’s presence, who sat in a composed way before him. He raised his hand and passed it in the long blond hair, letting a few strands would fall languidaly along the big shoulder–he was almost two meters tall, but he had a slender build. The tongue snapped against the palate in a swish, similar to lash of a whip.

                               ”——I know you’re busy, busy to think of a black crow and what you hide in your right pocket.“ Hugin leaned forward toward Relius Clover. "I can read your thoughts, swetheart, so you can not fool me with your lies.”

Relius listened very carefully the guy’s words. He knew about the black-haired guy - “Crow” he said? - and he knew about the box. Two sufficient reasons to make thinking Relius. Telepathy? Seriously? He couldn’t think as usual, if that was true. That must be a lie, but...

“That’s a really funny joke, and for sure Terumi talked to you about the box... But don’t you think I’m too old and busy for these idiocies?”

Dont’ worry... he thought. We’ll go in my lab and there you’ll be finished...

The scientist entered in the bar, but his mind was still thinking about what happened some days before. He found a strange small box in his lab, and then the security discovered a young guy in the structure. He tried to make him revealing something, especially about that box, which resulted, after some tests, made of a particular extinct wood. The real problem was that it was impossible to open that box with normal tools (Relius thought that it would be impossible also with the more advanced ones). But that guy, with black hair, suddenly disappeared. No one saw him, and what remained to the scientist was that mysterious box, which was still in his right pocket, in the cloak.

Relius sat on a chair, while the question returned in his mind: Who was that guy? I need to find a solution…

     Hugin put the glass to his lips drinking his whiskey, while the dense flavor of alcohol ran down his taste buds, along his throat, as he reflected on the words of his brother about that Colonel of the Novus Orbis Librarium, who had gone away with the small box that belonged to their master–if he could take it by himself, he would got a large reward from Loki, but could he afford to take that step, letting Munin ended in trouble? He glanced at the man sitting in the chair at a table, his face hidden by a golden mask finely decorated, a slight beard that framed his chin softening sharp features, while a giant metal doll remained motionless behind him.

     The raven turned slightly, while the music continued to reverberate in the environment, kids who danced slowly in the small space in front of the room where the jukebox was located. Recently schools were closed because of summer holidays and the various teenagers found various ways to get busy during their free time–a grim sigh arose from the lips of the ancient creature, as he thought that he would take that box for himself, but in the bottom he knew he would have given it to Munin. He used his power to read the thoughts of man, finding out where the box was located, he had the man in his hands.

     He sat down at the table without asking the permission. “I hope you do not mind, Relius.” He said going straight to the point, while blue eyes sparkled like two jewels

In a first moment, Relius didn’t care about what the other said: still thinking about the black-haired guy, he just noticed that another young man sat near him. He has long blond hair, and a very noticeable presence. Oh, I’ve already problems with a black-haired... Don’t need a blondie too... was his first thought.

Then, he connected his words. He called him by name, and Relius didn’t remember he already saw that guy before.

Relius changed immediately his behaviour, in order to understand what was happening. Maybe was someone connected with Terumi? “Seems like I’m more famous than I thought, if even kids know me... Anyway, I hope it’s an important thing, because I’m busy...”

      His blue eyes gave off a sinister light as he would sit in the bar half empty, on a stool at the counter, his back to the entire room, while a song resounded from the jukebox that was placed across the room, but Hugin didn’t like the tune, preferring rather the whiskey he was drinking, which lapped his tongue and his taste buds. He had a day of rest, a day in which he could devote himself to what he liked and he decided to devote himself to alcohol, which slipped through his veins as pure fire.

      Someone came into the room in a gauzy purple cloak, which swayed at every step of the man, who wore a golden mask on his face. Hugin stared at him for a brief second, thinking it was very eccentric dress that way, he was on the verge to burst out laughing, but then he remembered what Munin told him about a certain Colonel Relius Clover–that man was the one who had found Loki’s box?

The scientist entered in the bar, but his mind was still thinking about what happened some days before. He found a strange small box in his lab, and then the security discovered a young guy in the structure. He tried to make him revealing something, especially about that box, which resulted, after some tests, made of a particular extinct wood. The real problem was that it was impossible to open that box with normal tools (Relius thought that it would be impossible also with the more advanced ones). But that guy, with black hair, suddenly disappeared. No one saw him, and what remained to the scientist was that mysterious box, which was still in his right pocket, in the cloak.

Relius sat on a chair, while the question returned in his mind: Who was that guy? I need to find a solution...

Well, as you can see, I reached 100+ followers, so thank you for loving these two stupid ravens. I just want to say few words…this blog exists thanks to all my followers, but there are few people that have make this experience really enjoyable.

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Oh, very well… So, if you don’t wanna to talk about your drug time - ops, sorry - your free time, we’ve to talk about work… Go into the machineries, you’ve to do some exams…

                             “——Are ya sure, old man? I don’t think I’m gonna make ya happy, yer a pain in the ass. And, I don’t think you can force me, yer not capable of doing this.”

Oh, yes... You’re really strong, Terumi, no doubt about it... Well, let me tell you this: if you don’t go into the machine, your plan will go fuck yourself, and you’ll spend your last months of life smoking crack...

dissonance-of-madness:

                           “——What do ya mean with interesting? I had no intention to take a fucking gift for ya. And I went away for not listening your complains about what the hell I do during my free time, ok? Are ya happy now?”

Oh, very well... So, if you don’t wanna to talk about your drug time - ops, sorry - your free time, we’ve to talk about work... Go into the machineries, you’ve to do some exams...

Maybe you don’t know that - and I wouldn’t be surprised about that, because of your idiot mind - but projecting a big plan cannot stay together with a long holiday... At least, I expected you brought here something interesting...