Hei (Li Shenshung)
07 April 2013 @ 03:34 am
 
 
[ He hasn't come to work since Friday. He hasn't checked in with Yin or Mao. He hasn't even appeared Topside, much less dropped by his apartment. It's not until Sunday night that he resurfaces. He feels like he's floating. The City is a jewel box -- he's never seen it this way, dotted with lives that glow in the dark, a universe of glittering candles. Each one begging to be snuffed out. ]

[ He's already made a number of kills Underground. Sweets in a candystore. Each victim tasted of something different. Sugary, bitter, salty, tart -- a feast of flavors to enhance his senses. In a gust, he crosses the lake at Xanadu. With his new night-vision, everything shimmers. He stares for awhile at the dark water, absorbing the undercurrents of life. Feeling, after years of isolation and disconnection, like he's intricately linked to the City -- to the deaths that've swept by, temporary or permanent, to all the violence and suffering. He can read layers of history in one glance, like the transparent pages of a book. ]

[ This place is full of souls and feelings. But both his: absent as torn limbs. ]

[ Tonight, he'll go collecting to fill the void. ]


Options For Run-Ins:
 
Xanadu )
 
 
Creeping )


[ OOC: Hit with What's In A Name, Hei has become a literal Black Reaper/Shinigami. That comes with the erroneous belief that he needs to collect your souuuuuls. Be warned, for this curse, he has a few of the abilities to match a Grim Reaper, but he'll be back to normal by Monday. Post is action only since, well, ain't no shinigami got time for a social life. As always, MASSIVELY BACKTAG FRIENDLY<3 ] 
 
 
( ¢ℓιит "нαωкєує" вαятσи )
07 April 2013 @ 04:20 pm
[ The feed comes up under the name Clint Barton, but who appears on the screen isn't the man everyone knows and loves. Instead, there's a beautiful woman with long hair and familiar eyes, and sporting a casual, carefree stance. ]

Well, I spent the whole of yesterday getting reacquainted with myself, so it's only fair the rest of you get to have at it today.

[ He steals a not-exactly-subtle glance down at himself and smirks; he's enjoying this more than he should be. ]

Can't really see why people find this inconvenient.


[ OOC: So, Clint is a girl for Grab Bag weekend, and replies will be coming from [personal profile] lastchance. ]
 
 
Utsuho Reiuji
[There is a rainstorm on the edge of the Temple, hissing into steam as it meets an orange slab of metal. Utsuho's device is tilted, as if it has been dropped, and it hovers in her blind spot and records as a storm pours down around her. It's a small and localized thing, but nonetheless she would be drenched except that she keeps vaporizing the rain. Ikari, her little black-and-fiery Asian dragon, is angrily curled up under one of her wings and grumbling about the rain in snarling noises. Utsuho seems to be talking to the little dragon despite its inability to reply, and though Ikari is peeved about the whole ordeal, she sympathizes enough to duck her head under Utsuho's open left hand.]

The City is really quiet, and cold, and lonely, and I don't like it. I miss my old job. I miss Orin and Miss Satori. I don't like the rain, and I don't like being lost, and...

I don't know what to do. And it won't stop raining, even when I'm inside the Temple, so I figured I"d leave before everything got really wet. Not that it isn't. I can't keep this up forever...

I want to go home.

[She ducks her head and folds her wings around herself and sniffles.]


[ooc: Open to action if anyone wants to drop in on her and her miserable Grab Bag curse rainstorm.]