【OPEN/CLOSED】☆ WALK THROUGH STREETS OF GOLD WITH CIGARETTES YOU HAND ROLLED

[glitterpants]

WHO: Karamatsu Matsuno + anyone who wants him!
WHERE: Eluvio + throughout Bajikan.
WHEN: March catch all!
WHAT: A whole bunch of stuff. A dispute between Ichimatsu, a date with Carolina, district shenanigans in Luxuria with Dorothy and Carolina, Acedia with Jason, Ira with Sombra + Reaper, and Superbia will provide an open prompt. More may follow and will update is necessary.
WARNINGS: Drugs, alcohol, violence, language and possibly smut (eyes emoji).....

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[doxing]

(face angled torward karamatsu, eyes lingering on a conflicted profile, the cruel, cruel part of her — a large part of her — derives some sick sense of satisfaction from the tears welling up. there's no point to lashing out, if he can't feel anything in the aftermath, finally looking away when the gun is hastily raised.

she almost laughs when the few shots miss, but it's quieted into some proud kind of smirk when one of the offending men take a knee with one well-timed laser discharge to the gut. at least karamatsu knows where to aim, the bigger the target the less chance of failure, and sombra's hand stays firmly in place with a clawed handful of the back of her friend's shirt.

the charge is gone from his gun and still his finger taps the trigger, which makes her raise her own gun to finish what he started. aim poorer than, say, widowmaker's, she'd have missed at a longer range — but they're right here, their heads snap back with the force of the small gun's power, and they crumple like imbalanced mannequins. dead, most certainly, her hate coupled with what ira stirs inside of her a potent mix to be sure; she surveils the bodies with a crane of her neck forward. ascertaining they're goners, the revolver is back in its holster.

and her hand moves from karamatsu's back, sliding to his shoulder.)

All gone, Kara. (comes the simple coo, reaching down to spread touch over the back of his gun hand, trying to sneak her fingers beneath his to pull the weapon away.) It's overheating, you're gonna burn your hands.

(voice low, simultaneously maudlin and embittered by the fact it reminds her of her own first time handling something deadly against someone so alive. it makes them no better than the omnic, savagely gunning others down like this, but — in a way, with a vigilante's sentiment, they've certainly saved others from the same fate. and while she won't be happy with herself for helping karamatsu's hand dip itself in blood, he may be better off now.

knowing what it's like and what their future with the isc eluvio holds.)

That's it, give it here...

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ He doesn't let go of the gun, stunned at the sudden silence caused by their violent response. The only reason he drops the gun is because it is hot, and it hits the ground with a small thud. He's panting, overwhelmed with all sorts of stupid emotions that he wishes he could easily tremble behind his mask of fake confidence— of fake gold. He's too angry, but also too revved up from adrenaline, and feels a sense of stress relief, but then.. he's sad. He doesn't want to actually become somebody like this, even if he tries to portray a bad-boy attitude, dressed in leather with supposedly charming words.

He took somebody's life.
He caused them pain, when all he wanted to do by his own claims is "better himself" somehow.
It's too much.
He just might burst.

And that's exactly what he does as hot tears roll down his face, hands trembling and knees locked from fright of what just happened. He killed somebody. Somebody he didn't know. Somebody who probably had a story— a family— just like he does... and he never thought he would actually do something like this.

Ah, yeah, there he goes, he's not exactly loud, which is good, but he can't actually move as wordless sobs escape his lips.

Hope you're ready to babysit, Sombra.
Or, you know, get him to a safe place and then get out of his presence. ]</sub>

[doxing]

(when the gun drops, sombra's parting from him to collect it, safe from the head of overcharge in gloved hands.

doesn't expect to look back to karamatsu crying helplessly, however, a bit taken aback by the sudden display. she guesses the memory of her own first kill is something like this, despite the tears falling in bitter silence, seething through tight teeth and rage, with no one around for her to show them to. it gets easier, comes the initial thought, when her eyes drift to the side and she leaves his side for those moments of wracking sobs.

clipping karamatsu's gun to her belt, she collects their winnings from the corpses of the fallen ira thugs. fingers find pockets, pat at pants, lift jackets, and check for pulses. dead, all of them, their money and their weapons lifted and tucked away, hers now.)

Let's get going. Can't stay here. (detachedly addressing him once more, but there's a disconnect between what she says and what she does, hand finding his arm in order to turn him away from the bodies.) Focus on walking and I'll do the rest, I'm taking you to Acedia in light of what's happened. Gather your thoughts there.

(a tug, leading him.)

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ She didn't have to do this— any of this, really. She didn't have to go out of her way to get him a weapon; she could have ignored him here and let whatever happen to him.. happen to him. He probably would have ended up dead.

And yet, she's taking him some place else that is safe. She's protecting him. Why should she, of all people, give a damn? He doesn't understand.

His legs finally move as he slinks along, that terrible feeling of guilt twisting uncomfortably in his gut as misty eyes keep on the ground. He's compliant to what she says— honestly, she can tell him anything and he'll probably do it, but after a moment, he finally pipes up, usual boisterous voice quiet and uneasy: ]</sub>

It was for.. protection, right? A-ah, I was defending myself, and protecting us.
_{[ well, not like Sombra really needs that, but.. he just felt so angry it didn't feel like a very noble kill. It felt like he was blood thirsty instead, and that's what this place does to you. ]}

[doxing]

That's right.

(it's a simple reply, really, but truthful. they were protecting themselves, so anything else would be a fabrication. however, karamatsu didn't have to be involved and that is what she opts out of saying, omission just another form of lying through the teeth. he'll realize it, maybe; stay away from her later. and like before, when the group hadn't spotted them, sombra guides him by the bicep.

an impersonal touch — though, any touch from her seems like the opposite.) What a good little bodyguard you are... I was right to buy you that gun.

(it's manipulative and sombra knows it... still, she can't help herself when he's making it so easy. whether he believes himself skilled in any way that's useful or not, he may come in handy in the future where him vouching for her reliability is concerned. for some reason, it makes her smirk in a giddy sort of way — in a second, things shift dramatically and before they're out of the side street, karamatsu is whipped around and shoved against the stone siding of a raucous dive bar.)

But you're not coming back to Ira again.

(in a sharp movement, her hand slips into each pocket of his jacket, then moves to his pants.)

The second we're outta here, any justification you're feeling right now is gonna go away. (readjusting her grip on his arm, rattling him against the wall with a tight step in.) You understand me? All the adrenaline and anger is gonna ditch, you're gonna cry harder, and it's gonna hurt bad.

(teeth tight, voice a low hiss.)

Gimme your black token, Karamatsu.

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ As fake and manipulating as Sombra's words are, Karamatsu is an absolute sucker for her and believes her. Yeah, he's a great body guard, look what he did. Also, he probably would have given over his token without Sombra trying to take it by force as she already has him wrapped around her finger, but the aggressive air probably was altering both of their moods slightly even after all of that.
Long lashes are dampened with tears still, though he's stopped crying for the most part, they fan shut against his face as he lets out more of a startled sound and.. then he's getting touched.......... touched around his pants........

She seems awfully firm with him, squeezing his arm and shaking him slightly. What was it she taught him in the black market? To place his hand on somebody and sharply tell them no? It's hard to do that right now, but he feels frustration surge through his body again from being so easily handled (he likes it, but probably if it were less violent and sudden.)

So, he presses his palm against Sombra's shoulder, against the arm that is holding his other arm and wrinkles his nose, sniffling pitifully. His brows are pinned together again, but he can at least look her in the eyes and that's.. impressive.

Sombra's got his coin (it was in his back pocket, lol) and he doesn't seem to mind letting her have it. ]</sub>

... you're right. It's yours.

_{[ He almost adds don't touch my clothes but for some reason that part didn't come out. ]}

I can leave from here, thank you.
_{[ He's just.. very overwhelmed with emotions right now, so his responses are erratic. ]}