{EVENT}Out in the Open{Open}

[Sixteen]

Fifty words for MURDER

	Sixteen
This was definitely not a place his dark self would usually be. There were way too many people and all of them in some kind of beach attire, showing skin and bright colors, and then there was him. Sticking out like a sore thumb in all black and a hoodie and combat boots, thumping his way down the beach, just trying to mind his own business. He was here for a reason. A specific target, though why he had to try and do it during the festivities and not in the privacy in their home was beyond him. Maybe it was some sort of statement or something. That nowhere was safe from them. Or maybe he was taking his assignment too far in his mind. He was only supposed to stalk them, get to know them. But who was it? He sighed and let out a bit of a growling noise as he was struck by a beach ball. "Hey can ya toss that back here?" A smirk crossed his face and he picked it up, and threw it back with the insurmountable force of his frustrations. It hit some kid in the head and his face lit up. That was nice. Causing pain to innocents. He just stuffed his hands in his pockets and ignored whatever comments they made as him as he continued his way down the beach. It wasn't long before he stumbled across somewhere to just sit and relax. Despite how hot it was, he couldn't be bothered to feel it. He supposed that was one of the perks of his condition. The inability to feel hot or cold. Of course that didn't mean that he couldn't overheat and pass out if he wasn't careful, so he found a spot in the shade and unzipped his hoodie a bit. He looked around, his golden eyes scanning the horizon. It was going to be a long god damned day wasn't it?
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[SAKU KEMONO]

Honestly, he hated the beach.

Families, students, and the rest of the civilians that made up the common-folk infested it like fleas on a wild dog. The mix of apathetic, slow moving individuals, and the fast paced energetic youth made Saku almost regret coming out. This attempt at a 'wholesome' environment was nothing but trifling to him. The fact that extra security lingered was more of an annoying deterrent than a threat to him. While he would not be opposed to a fight, he wasn't about to intentionally start something today either. Not unless he was ordered to, or if he really felt like he had too.

No, today was just about money.

Saku was more of a rumor than a figure to most. He was the boogeyman you heard about, because if you ever saw him, you better run. So when he showed up on the beach to collect cash from a couple of vendors who owed him substantial debt, they dared not question it. Perhaps they thought they had gotten lucky, and had more time to pay because of the festival. Unfortunately, they were wrong. From a distance, he watched two of his stupid underlings shaking down an older gentleman running a stall, a tiny tinge of a smile on his lips as the vendor handed one of them a small wad of cash. It was their fourth and final pick-up of the day, and while Saku could have easily afforded to wait until the event had subsided to pick-up, he had a reputation to uphold. That reputation was built on a specific way of working, and it would not do to change it up now and let people think he was softening up. Plus, he honestly could not help but be satisfied as he was handed cash. So after his sheep men handed over the last of the day's haul, Saku pocketed it and told them they were done for the day. They knew better to stick around.

Now alone, with a pocketful of cash, Saku slowly walked along, passing those around him with only fleeting glances. He didn't care who they were, and the way his tattooed form made them stare was nothing new. If they tried it at night, or without as many witnesses around, he might have done something about it, but for the moment, Saku was both reveling in their discomfort at his presence while being irritated at how certain people seemed to gawk. After a few minutes, pausing occasionally to look at some food-stand, or artist's work, he eventually stopped in front of an ice-cream cart.

Inwardly he cursed himself for not making one of his men get him one before they left.


"I'll have vanilla on a cone."

Oh, there was no fucking way he was about to say please.

So he stood their and waited, wearing a lightweight jacket, but no shirt underneath it. Chains hung off his neck, and rings still graced his fingers. Clearly, he was the kind of guy who had a nice beach outfit even if he never intended to get in the water.

[Sixteen]

Fifty words for MURDER

	Sixteen
He had taken his time watching the people around him go about their business for the better part of the day. He didn't really feel the need to move from his spot for any sort of reason. Though, after quite a few hours of just sitting there, wasting away in the heat, he realized that he was actually starting to get a bit peckish. His stomach rumbled at him and he growled in irritation. It wasn't like he had any sort of money. Like hell if his masters would ever actually pay him for the work that he did. No. Instead, he had to do everything that they asked because that was how he was made. One of the last of his kind, forced to be obedient to a fault, much to his dismay. Still, just because he was obedient to his masters didn't mean that he cared at all about the law. Perhaps he could get lucky and just steal something from someone. Sixteen pushed himself up and pulled his hands out from his pockets as he began to stroll down the beach, looking for anyone that would be unsuspecting enough to have cash out. But it was actually a lot harder when people were barely dressed. No pockets for him to really pick. Perhaps he could snatch a wallet from a purse that was left unattended. He headed down towards the water a bit, glancing around from towel to towel. People sunbathing, people leaving their belongings out in the open, but mostly it seemed to be beach towels and sunscreen. Useless when it came to food. The dark male sighed and made his way back up towards the vendors when he noticed something that intrigued him. Someone was harassing vendors into giving over payments. For what exactly? And in a place like this? Was some sort of example being set? His head tilted a bit to the side as he got a bit closer, just observing one of the interactions. It seemed that it had been the last one, as the two goons left the scene, but the other man stayed behind. Wait a minute. There was recognition there. But why? The man went off to an ice cream vendor and he stayed a bit aways, just watching for the moment, trying to place him. But then it clicked. Rusa. Not just any Rusa either... Great. Maybe he could get away before he was noticed. Then again... Maybe he could convince the guy to get him some lunch since he would be out here all damn day tracking down some idiot subhuman that they wanted information on. Cautiously, he approached the man, knowing full well his reputation now that he had gotten a clear look at him. He knew exactly who he was, but would he recognize little Sixteen? Well, that was a question that he supposed he could find out. "Ahem. Buy me an ice cream." Well, he supposed that being so demanding wasn't really the best course of action, but hey, that's just who he was, right?
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[SAKU KEMONO]

Honestly, he was surprised he had not clocked the kid earlier, but then again, maybe the 'security' he so graciously disrespected had inherently made him drop his guard more than usual. He noticed the smaller male late enough to make him inwardly chastise himself, but then his inner annoyance quickly turned to befuddlement as the younger manor dared to stop and spit out a demand. Noticeably, Saku's eyebrow twitched, both eyes snapping from the vendor preparing his treat to the darkly dressed boy before him.

What fucking balls.

For a moment, an awkward silence filled the air between the two of them and then by proxy the vendor, but after a moment, Saku sighed and looked back to the man working the cart. "-- and one for the little guy." He said after a beat, his lips curving into the tiniest of smirks. Naturally he would find a tiny bit of joy in what probably appeared to be a perfectly innocent comment to most, but was meant is a dig to the younger of the two. Saku admittedly didn't know the boy well, he preferred to use his own minions people to do work for him unless it was something he needed to handle himself. But of course he knew of Sixteen, and apparently Sixteen knew him enough to feel comfortable approaching him in public like they were friends. Fuck, to Saku they were barely allies. If there were not so many potential witnesses around, he may have reacted in an entirely different manner.

As the two cones came up, Saku grabbed his cash and pulled out the appropriate amount before handing it over as he grabbed his cone, and Sixteen's. Looking down at the younger male, Saku huffed a tiny chuckle before nodding towards the beach. "C'mon, kid. I got a cabana over here, and you and I really need to get to know each other, apparently."

Walking backwards for a moment, he lifted his cone up and his tongue snaked out to run along the vanilla cream, a devilish glint in his eye as his tiny smirk became a bigger one. Maybe it was because he had already turned it into a good day with profit, maybe it was the ice-cream, or maybe it was the fact that this kid had the stones to actually come up and approach him like he was the epitome of young gun energy. Hell, he had approached him instead of hightailing it as soon as he saw Saku. RUSA's Front at least had to give him a little credit for that. He wouldn't beat him like a dog. Not yet anyway.

Turning to walk in the direction of his choosing rather than walking backwards, he held out Sixteen's cone to his side, waiting for the younger man to grab it from him, waving it almost teasingly.

"What, does your handler not give you an allowance or something?"

[Sixteen]

Fifty words for MURDER

	Sixteen
Sixteen felt almost triumphant in the fact that the man had decided to buy him ice cream, but it had come at a price. Little? "Heh." Oh he would show him someday not to underestimate his short stature. Although the comment did hit at his ego, he tried his best not to show it. Besides, he was used to the high members of Rusa always poking fun at him whenever he was around. At least until he surpassed them in all of their training exercises. truth of it was, he was fast, he was smart, and he was practically invulnerable. They had learned rather quickly that he was hard to kill, and even harder to stop once he put his mind to something. Still he followed after the other male who held out his cone in a teasing way. He still managed to snatch it up and devoured it quite quickly, but he supposed that not being able to get things like brainfreezes made him be that one lunatic that would just bite straight into ice cream like the little psychopath he was. There came a question about an allowance and he shook his head. "Nope. guess I'm not worth it to be on their payroll. Just some fucking lapdog for them to bark orders at." In all honesty, his skills would be better put to use elsewhere, and he probably could charge quite a lot of money for them, but the fact of the matter was that he couldn't. "Came out here on a job, haven't eaten in three days because they keep forgetting I need to function." He said it so matter-of-factly too, like he wasn't even bothered by the fact that he was treated as less than human by those that were supposed to be watching out for him. Still, once they reached their destination, he just sort of stood there, shoving his hands into his pockets again before looking around. Nice enough place he supposed, if he even cared. "What do you want to know?" It wasn't like he had any secrets to keep, and even if he did, he was forced to tell them to anyone higher than him, which was pretty much everyone within the Rusa ranks, especially their front man.
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[SAKU KEMONO]

Honestly, watching Sixteen devour his ice-cream kind of disgusted Saku, seeing as he was currently fully enjoying his own cone, seemingly in no rush to quickly scarf down the desert, but not allowing it to melt onto his fingers either. Again, he had to remind himself that other people were around, and someone would likely notice if he reached out and smacked the other like he were a dog. Though when the boy began to speak, it at least eased his disgust and while he wasn't about to show sympathy, he could at least understand. Once upon a time, he was not able to eat every day either, but that was a long time ago.

"And you let that slide? What a good little dog you are then."



That shit eating smirk returned to his lips as he watched the other for a reaction as they reached their destination. Making himself comfortable, Saku sat down on a beach chair in the shade of the little hut. Now they were far enough away from any potential eavesdroppers as long as neither of them raised their voice at the other. "Sit. Or don't, actually, you're not my dog." He said with a shrug, not particularly caring if Sixteen was comfortable, just that he was. Truthfully, Sixteen had happened to catch him on an off day where he didn't have any obligations that immediately required his attention. So while he didn't exactly care about Sixteen, he wanted to be entertained by him. Hell, maybe the kid could turn out to be useful. At least for the time being he gave the Front someone to occupy himself with.

"We're all about power, you know that. So what I really want to know is why you haven't kicked the shit out of whoever's not feeding you. You at least tried, right?"

Biting into his cone, he tore away a chunk of it and chewed, patting down his canvas jacket before reaching in one of the pockets to fish out a pack of cigarettes, before he placed it on his lap, though really tobacco wasn't what he was in the mood to be smoking.

"--- or do you only attack when you're let off your leash?"

[Sixteen]

Fifty words for MURDER

	Sixteen
He listened to the rather demeaning comments likening him to a dog, but he supposed he had brought that upon himself really. He's the one that started it with the lapdog comment in the first place. Still, his eyes narrowed ever so slightly at the repeated likeness being brought up. But he shrugged and took a seat anyways. He wasn't just going to stand around while there was a perfectly good chair available. It was asked of him why he hadn't just beat the shit out of the ones in charge until he had what he wanted and he closed his eyes for a moment. "I can't attack members, as much as I want to. Honestly, I'd prefer to just kill the lot of you and be on my way, but I can't." He shook his head and opened his eyes, looking back out towards the water, watching the waves come quietly against the shore. It would have been easy enough to get to them all while they were sleeping, or even face some of them head on. It wasn't like he was afraid of them or what they would do to him. He didn't honestly care if he died or not. But the truth of it was, he didn't desire freedom either. He wasn't programmed to. He wanted to prove himself better than the rest of them, sure, but he didn't really know what else there was for him to do. Being a part of Rusa was something he was built for. He didn't know what he would even do with his life if he wasn't a part of it. He leaned back in the chair and put one leg on top of the other, making himself a bit more comfortable. "Besides, it's not like they listen to anything I say. I'm just their little slave. I've demanded an allowance plenty of times, but I only get rewarded if my missions are completed efficiently. I've gone nearly a week without real food before. Just lots of these." He pulled an energy bar out of his pocket, though it was clear by the disgusted look on his face that he was sick of them. "I made the mistake of shoving two of these down my handler's throat to the point he couldn't breathe. I was locked in a cage for a month after that." But that had been at the very beginning. He had learned since then. Or at least he thought that he did. He looked down at the packaged bar in his hand for a few moments before just chucking it out onto the beach. He didn't care if he starved really, he wasn't going to eat that. "What about you? Out here cracking skulls of pitiful vendors rather than doing something important? What is it, your day off?"
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[attr="class","sakutext"]Honestly, the kid was at least entertaining. At the mention of a desire to kill him and the other members of RUSA, an amused smile adorned his lips, a singular eyebrow raising upward as he did his best to keep from audibly laughing. Maybe it was because of their current 'Sunday funday' setting, or maybe it was because the manor before him was somehow a part of the plan, but he didn't feel the need to slap that arrogance out of his lesser's mouth. His own men would never dare to say something like that to him, knowing he would rip them to shreds. At some point, Sixteen would get to find that out too, but not that day. No, instead he watched with his amused smirk, listening as Sixteen gave him somewhat of an explanation. He personally had no part or stake in what happened to the goon sitting across from him, nor did he particularly understand what this cage business was about. Who the fuck was locking people in cages? That was such a waste of time. He would have to have a word with someone about that, maybe Elliott. Who the hired a dude who locked people in cages? He didn't want to work with some fuckin' weirdo. He didn't want THAT guy to be a part of the plan

His attention was grabbed again when the darker haired of the two asked about his reasoning for being here, and his question finally did get a laugh out of Saku. " I don't have days off, kid. Business doesn't get done sitting on your ass. " He said in response, pulling his phone from his pocket as he spoke. Glancing down towards his screen, he smiled at it for a moment before typing out a quick response, and placing it down beside him. Sitting up a bit, elbows resting on his knees, Saku interlocked his fingers, his eyes tinged with a look of curiosity but also with mischief hiding just behind the curtain. " I like money, and I like power. They kind of go hand in hand. I had to come collect on a couple investments from a few unfortunate subhumans who decided to make deals with a devil. " A tattooed hand separated from the others touch to tap on his screen as a notification popped up, reading what it said but not taking the time to respond this time.

"--- I'll ignore the idiocy behind the thought that you could kill Eli or me, and give you some advice since the organization doesn't seem to have an HR department. " He couldn't help but chuckle then. " I'm your fuckin' boss, kid, even if I'm not your handler. Lucky for you, I'm the king of fixing other people's problems. " He also caused his fair share of them, but in his mind, most problems caused came from justified reasons, or other people's fuck-ups. " Always use whatever you can, when you can. "

Saku suddenly looked past Sixteen before he grinned wide, standing only to step past the other to greet a male slightly shorter than him, who was still wearing a suit instead of outdoor attire, but he acted as if the sun wasn't beaming down on them. Reaching out, Saku grabbed the two bags the man carried, throwing one to Sixteen. " Kid, this is Momo. Momo, this is the kid. Momo works for me. Now go fuck off somewhere till we're finished talking, Momo. " His personal employee's didn't know about his true identity, and while he wasn't scared of it getting out, the time was not then. Giving his own crew deniability and keeping them ignorant was what was best for both sides. Sitting down again as his subordinate left, the older manor opened his bag and began to pull out fries, tossing them in his mouth as if having someone bringing you food on the beach was perfectly normal. " See? I've solved your hunger problem-- " at the cost of his right hand's lunch, but he didn't have to tell Sixteen that. " --- so how about it. You want like making a deal with me? You play your cards right, and you might not have to go hungry ever again. " He paused, stopping to eat another couple fries.

A half-formed plan was already forming in his head. Using Sixteen to solve his own grievances while getting the half-starved male some satisfaction, and maybe a promotion, who knows?

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Notes: bad boys 'r us

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[attr="class","lyricals"]Tick, Tock Stop the Clock
Cuz I get the feelin' that I'm gonna get Shot

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Sixteen looked towards the man that approached with a bag, and was rather suspicious of the both of them, as he didn't really feel like being ganged up on. But the guy just handed over the bag and wandered away with an order. "Heh. And I thought I was a lapdog." He muttered, shaking his head. The other man reached into the bag and pulled out some fries to eat, mentioning something about how he could play things smart and make a deal with the man. "Like what? I know you think you're the boss of me, but uhh.. I believe there are people that outrank you." He didn't agree to the fact that he had to listen to this guy, but he wasn't going to tell him that. If anything, he wondered whether or not he would really have to take him seriously, but for now, Sixteen viewed the other male as a joke. He was nothing but a typical punk. Nothing refined or special about him. Just some sort of brute force with some kink for violence. He wasn't that much different in all honesty, but he was refined. He was restrained when it was required. What he did required patience and finesse. He stuck to the shadows, killed with skill. He didn't just smash skulls and show off.

Still, he just shook his head when the offer was made. "What makes you think that I want your charity?" What made him think that he would want to make some kind of deal to work for him? "I do have other things to do, you know." He mentioned with a shrug. But he had to admit that the food smelled rather good, and he showed quite a lot of self-restraint not just going after the bag himself. Instead, he crossed his arms over his chest and focused his attention on the beach, his golden eyes scanning over the people on the sand. Still no sign of his target. What the hell was this? Some wild fucking goose chase? "Fine. I'm bored. What the fuck do you want me to do?"

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[attr="class","sakutext"]"Only one person outranks me, and he'll back anything I do, even if he doesn't want to"

It only minorly irritated him that he wasn't in direct control of RUSA. If Elliott was not the one running the show, Saku would have never considered working under someone else. No, he preferred to be the top of the food chain. He was the top of the food chain, other beasts like him just also happened to be waiting at the top while other's foolishly attempted to climb towards them. "That guy who dropped off the foods is off limits to anything within RUSA, by the way. I like to keep my business separated when possible. Keep it that way." He cleared his throat, sitting up a bit as he pulled a wrapped cheeseburger from his bag. "This isn't charity, it's the beginning of our working relationship. If anything, you should be insulted I got you something this cheap."

His smirk ever prevalent, Saku unwrapped his sandwich, knowing full well he might get flack for what he was about to do. "The deal is, you kill your handler and anyone who tries to stop you for me, and I'll find you a new one." The smirk turned into a full on grin as he spoke before he picked up his fast food and bit into it, chewing it for a bit then swallowing it down before he piped up again. "--- one that'll actually give you an allowance too. If it makes you feel better, we can call this an official order, but I'd really prefer to just make a deal."

Why not use the kid to weed out some undesirables within the ranks? He had more important shit to be doing than fixing Eli's organization, his own required attention, and had way less powerful people at it's head, excluding him of course.

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[Sixteen]

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[attr="class","lyricals"]Tick, Tock Stop the Clock
Cuz I get the feelin' that I'm gonna get Shot

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Sixteen made a bit of a face as he heard the request come from the man's mouth. There was no way that he could kill his handler. Even if he wanted to, it would be an impossible task. Besides, why would he? That was just asking for trouble, wasn't it? He raised a hand and ran it through his hair, though a rathe troubled expression crossed his face as he really did think through the logistics of it all. Technically, it was an order from a higher member of Rusa, so he had to carry it out, right? But it wasn't really an order though. It was a test to see if he could do it.

He groaned and shook his head. "Too complicated." He muttered, though he didn't understand the simple man in front of him to really understand why. "I literally told you I cannot attack anyone within Rusa. So that makes it quite problematic." He sighed and cracked his neck before looking back at the man. But there were the words about it being an official order. An official order from one of the top members of Rusa. Surely he could do it if it was an order, right? Another irritated noise escaped him. "Nope. Can't do it. Need Eli's permission." And he really doubt that the leader of the organization would waste his time on allowing him to straight up murder his low life handler. He shook his head to try and get the annoying buzzing in his brain to stop going off, but it wasn't like Saku could hear that. It wasn't like he knew anything about the short male in question or how he was made. "Need an override from Eli..." He muttered, though he was definitely pissed off now.

He smacked the side of his head a few times to try and clear it, but he stopped after a moment. Alright. Now that that unpleasantness was taken care of. "Is there anything else I could do? I mean, like kill any one of these random ass people? I could totally do that. Send me after literally anyone else and I'll return with their head at your feet if you want. Just not Rusa."

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[SAKU KEMONO]

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[attr="class","sakunamebox"]Saku Kemono

[attr="class","sakutext"]There was something particularly entertaining about people trying to negotiate, or at least to Saku. Sometimes he would hear them out, perhaps if they could offer him something, but Sixteen's counter-offer was one of the lower ended responses that the older of the two had considered. Honestly, it was a little disappointing. Did the little manor really think that his superior could not kill anyone on the beach? God, he really needed to get more on top of getting these minions to show him the proper respect. Nonetheless, Sixteen's mention of Eli in particular sparked his interest, along with the way he seemed to have a... fit of sorts. Well if Eli somehow had his hooks in the boy, Saku just had to stick his fingers where they don't belong.

"You do realize you'd effectively be permission from a top member, correct? Fuck, if it'll make you feel better, I'll be there to watch, but you don't seem like the type who likes his hand held."

He took another bite from his burger and slowly chewed, staring at the younger male across from him, the gears in his brain turning as he began to formulate a plan. He smirked at Sixteen, swallowing his bite, showing he at least had some sense of class as to not talk with his mouth full. "My guess is you're either too scared to fight them, or don't actually think you could kill them. If that's the case, you can always ask me for a favor, where I might be persuaded to help you complete your end of our deal. I'd really like this to be your choice." He placed his sandwich on the chair next to him, not interested in the burger for a moment. The food was more for the underling.

"Unless it would actually help if I gave you the order to tear them to shreds. Is that what you want?"

[attr="class","sakutagbox"]### 472
@tagged sixteen
Notes: do it

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[Sixteen]

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[attr="class","lyricals"]Tick, Tock Stop the Clock
Cuz I get the feelin' that I'm gonna get Shot

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Sixteen made a rather unamused face at the man as he suggested he was too scared, or couldn't, fight or kill his handler. That was definitely not the god damn case, but it wasn't like he could really deny it either. It would be too much effort to explain himself to the man that would probably not understand anyways, so what was the point? "I do not need you to kill my enemies for me. I just cannot... Physically... Attack... Members of Rusa. Not without Eli's permission." Had he stated it clearly enough that time? He had said it before, but it didn't really seem to process in the man's head. So he had said it slowly and clearly, hoping that perhaps he would understand this time.

The dark male shook his head and shoved his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. How he hadn't overheated and passed out yet he did not know, but he was quite thankful for it in a way. "Look. I don't expect you to understand, but I don't really have free will. I have to obey orders given to me, and one of the biggest ones is not to attack fellow members. No matter how much I want to do away with them, I physically cannot disobey it. You can order me to do it all you want, but I apparently need to have Eli's permission. If I had it, I could do away with my handler without so much as a second thought, and trust me, I would have a great time doing it. But until then, there's nothing I can do."

[attr="class","xvitags"]270 Words // SAKU KEMONO

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[SAKU KEMONO]

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[attr="class","sakunamebox"]Saku Kemono

[attr="class","sakutext"]Interesting and irritating to say the least. At least Saku knew that he wasn't going to be attacked by this younger manor, unless Eli gave him permission to do so, but even Saku knew that was unlikely. Still, it did raise an irritating point that Saku couldn't just get a free show out of this entire exchange. No, for some reason Eli wouldn't allow this boy enough freedom to attack the creep who locked him in cages, and Saku was not thrilled about that.

" Enough. "

A tattooed hand came up, as if to tell the other to stop explaining, his eyes closing for a moment, before he sighed. Fuck ,this kid was being difficult. Could he not see the options Saku had laid out in front of him? Perhaps he had been a little too harsh on the insults, and they managed to jade part of his offer. He would have to work on that. For the time being though, he was just going to have to abuse his power while trying his hardest not to particularly abuse Eli's, at least for the moment.

" You can consider the deal made. Take me to this snake. Elliot can't stop me, only try to reprimand me. "

[attr="class","sakutagbox"]### 357
Sixteen
Notes: oops

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[Sixteen]

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[attr="class","xvitop"]

[attr="class","lyricals"]Tick, Tock Stop the Clock
Cuz I get the feelin' that I'm gonna get Shot

[attr="class","xvitext"]
Sixteen made a bit of a face when he was practically told to shut up. Well, if he had understood the first like billion times he had told the man, perhaps he wouldn't have had to get so detailed in his description. The man before him seemed to consider something for a moment and he raised an eyebrow, preparing for whatever stupidity would come out of his mouth next. "Huh? T-take you.." He sighed and shook his head in a bit of exasperation. Sixteen lifted a hand to run it through his hair, trying to pull back the strands that were falling in his face. "Did you forget that I'm on a job right now? I don't have time to take you anywhere. I have to stay here until it's completed."

That was just all there was to that. He wasn't trying to be difficult, but he thought the man was overreacting just a little. Still, something seemed to capture his attention after only a moment, his golden eyes looked onto the beach and seemed to follow someone as they walked by. Speak of the fucking devil. However, Sixteen made no effort to get up, even though he was definitely hyper focused on the person that walked by. That had to be his target. He would have to get to work before long. But he didn't want to be extremely rude to this guy either, after all, he was Rusa too. As long as he didn't lose sight of that person, he would be fine, and it looked like they were making themselves comfortable on the beach right now, meeting up with friends and relaxing on the sand. "What're you gonna do, anyways? Be my new handler? Not sure how I feel about that..."

[attr="class","xvitags"]294 Words // SAKU KEMONO

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[SAKU KEMONO]

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[attr="class","sakupic"]

[attr="class","sakunamebox"]Saku Kemono

[attr="class","sakutext"]So many fucking questions.

RUSA had a strange agenda, and Saku did not particularly pay attention to every memo or every attempt at contact they tried to make with him. So he had entirely no idea why Sixteen was here, but after a quick glance around, he couldn't say that he particularly cared. No one out on the beach was worth their attention, worth killing even. Not to him. Not unless they had some interesting information. Closing his eyes, he sighed through his nose, clearly irritated by this child's incessant need to obey orders. What was RUSA for if not to form an alliance of those who regularly defied orders? This was almost tragic.

"Stop asking questions before you annoy me more. Handle your business quickly, and then hurry the fuck back here and we'll go."

He snatched the bag of food back up, digging into it to pull out more fries. Fucking obedient dog.

"Pitter patter, kid. Your meal ticket isn't going to wait forever."

[attr="class","sakutagbox"]### 319
Sixteen
Notes: e

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[Sixteen]

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[attr="class","xvitop"]

[attr="class","lyricals"]Tick, Tock Stop the Clock
Cuz I get the feelin' that I'm gonna get Shot

[attr="class","xvitext"]
Was this guy serious? The smaller male just shook his head. "Look, I think you misunderstand something here." He had tried to say it before, but it must've gone right over the man's head as so many things he said seemed to do. "I work for Eli now. So if you really want to kill him, feel free to do so." He just shook his head. "My current handler is just someone Eli assigned to me to make sure I don't fuck up anyone in the organization. It's not the same person." He just shook his head a bit. "And besides that, I'm not just going to rush my job here because you're in a mood. If you want someone to kill, go do so. It's not like I'm keeping you here." He shrugged his shoulders a little bit and looked out towards his target again. His orders were so vague that he wasn't entirely sure if he was even supposed to kill the person or just stalk them and gather information, but either way, he wasn't going to be able to do that with Saku around.

So he sighed and shook his head before pushing himself up out of the chair he had been relaxing in. "You can be whatever you want to be to me, I don't care, but let me get one thing fucking clear right now. I'm not your god damn pet." He growled and poked the man in the stomach. "I don't need anyone's help, that's not why I'm here. I am here to do what I am told to, and nothing more. You want to order me around? Fine. But don't act like you're so concerned about my well being. I'm nothing to you anyways."

[attr="class","xvitags"]291 Words // SAKU KEMONO

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