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[broyonce]

idk do i need a pic

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[broyonce]

[ being the top soldier in the empire has its perks. it doesn't have the perks that being the empress' pet clown supposedly has, but the executioner has fucked off entirely for some reason and the empress wants him back.

as she should: why did he run off at all? awfully rude of him, frankly.

that said, the assassin is settled easily into his role, and being the best means, well, he's sent off after him. and he is a good tracker. that is, he's able to scent clown on the wind and trail after him, the clown that's given up a life of luxury to--what? live in an abandoned cave by himself? wow.

it's several hours before dawn after three weeks of the empress giving the executioner time to return on his own. the assassin appears at the opening of the cave, hands empty, and peers into the dark. ]

I know you're here.

[ his voice is soft and even and measured. there's almost no inflection in it. ]

[windheritance]

[ there’s a bit of shuffling. a rock clatters down an incline. there’s the faint will-o’-wisp blue glow of at least one eye further back in the cave. ]

No I’m not, cave’s empty.

[ listen. maybe it will work. ]

[broyonce]

I can see you.

[ his head tilts. ]

Come out. Come home.

[ then, dryly: ]

Or don't. I don't mind dragging you back kicking and screaming.

[windheritance]

I’m not coming back ever again as long as I live, actually. You should go tell the old lady that.

[broyonce]

Mm.

[ he considers. ]

No. I think I'll take you back. Alive.

[windheritance]

[ he BURSTS OUT LAUGHING, like a HYENA ]

What? No you won’t. I just said— Oh wait, are you threatening me? I mean, either way you won’t but I want to be sure here.

[broyonce]

[ he is UNMOVED. ]

You realize that's what I've been sent to do, right? This isn't a midnight tea party. I'm here to take you back. That's my purpose.

[ ok yikes though ]

[windheritance]

Oh. Yeesh. You don’t have to, though! You can totally just like, do something else.

[broyonce]

[ a slow blink. i guess he doesn't wear glasses 24/7 but shades are part of his gear if he has to travel in the daytime. ]

No.

[windheritance]

No?

[ he’s visible now. he has no makeup on but he — is smiling? like just with his normal face? he looks like he isn’t worried at all. what a brat. ]

[broyonce]

[ his own expression doesn't change much. his brows knit briefly. he jerks his head toward the opening of the cave and flexes his fingers. ]

Come on. Last chance.

[windheritance]

[ cheerfully: ]

No!

[broyonce]

[ this time, his fins twitch. he nods and pulls out a fucking sword. ]

So be it.

[windheritance]

Oh, you have a sword! I thought you might. You’re a pointy looking person! Hey, what’s your name, by the way?

[broyonce]

How does someone look--never mind.

[ this is annoying. he frowns. ]

I'm the Assassin. I'm stationed literally one step under you.

[ he just assumes he means title no one uses his name ever who uses someone's actual name at this point in their lives ]

[windheritance]

Nooo, stupid, your NAME. I’m Johann!

[broyonce]

I'm not telling you that, Executioner.

[windheritance]

Aww, don’t call me that, it’s not my job anymore, dude, I quit. Fine, though, Fishii Biznez, let’s fight about it. I’m not going to lose, though.

[broyonce]

Don't call me that.

[windheritance]

I could call you your name instead.

[broyonce]

Use my title. I earned it.

[windheritance]

Oh, I’m not going to do that. Hey, if I don’t do that does that mean you won’t fight me?

[broyonce]

No, it doesn't. I'll fight you.

[windheritance]

Awwww. Well, let’s fight then, buddy.

[broyonce]

Not your buddy either.

[ but yeah, he's gonna surge forward to fight. come on, executioner. ]