MANN CO. EMPLOYEE FILE
November 4th, 1969 11/04/69
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NAME: Runo █████ GENDER: M AGE: 34
HT: 5'11" WT: 196 lbs BLOOD: O-
CRIMINAL HISTORY: ATTEMPTED MURDER, BATTERY, 2ND DEGREE MURDER; NOT GUILTY BY REASON OF INSANITY
FACTION: S.P.E.C. OPS CLASS: Soldier
RESPAWN COMPATIBILITY: Y / N
EXTRA: "Intriguing". Has a habit of violent outbursts and a history of anger issues. Works on both RED and BLU by order of the Administrator. No-nonsense. Takes orders well. Thorough.
Employed through Specialized Paranormal Elimination Corps Operations. Main duties are as follows:
• Keeping the mercenaries on the front lines focused and grouped through the following seasons: October - November
• Assisting assigned team in achieving unmet goals and quotas for the month
• Eliminating threats to said quotas, especially those of supernatural, ethereal, paranormal or otherwise otherworldly origin
MANN CO. WEAPONS AND ARTILLERY 1968
Runo is the body, Raziel is the mask haunting it. A cursed man, Runo carries the weight of his hunger for power on his shoulders every day after one mistake led him into a life of violence.
Other characters mentioned on this blog: Saturn, an old friend of his, and Jazpin, his team's Spy. Runo talks in green, Raziel talks in purple, corresponding to their eye color whenever one takes control over the other.
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The Killer
So I was hanging out with some friends last night, and for whatever reason, we got onto the subject of whether or not we sleep with the bedroom door closed. Apparently it's safer in case of fires? But it turns out that most of my friends keep their bedroom door closed because of concerns about The Killer, aka, a person breaking into their house at night with the express intention of murdering them.
For the purposes of this poll, "I share a house/apartment" is for situations where you have your own bedroom, but there are other people living with you; "I share a bedroom" is for situations where there is another person sleeping in the same room.
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“We’re Not So Different, You And I” - Part 59
(check out the other parts here)
What do these four have in common?
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blade literally pouting until you come back and kafka immediately assigns you the job of cheering him up
"..."
"...?"
"..."
upon returning from your latest job, blade instantly took to acting as your second shadow. this, in and of itself, isn't unusual. you stopped questioning this habit long ago, as it clearly pleases him. what you do find unusual is the unnerving stare he's currently directing your way.
"... is something wrong?"
after a second that seemingly lasted forever, he shakes his head.
"hm," you hum, placing a finger to your cheek in thought. "this isn't fair, y'know. your poker face is so convincing that i almost believed you."
he crosses his arms over his chest. "what would you have me say?"
"plenty of things!" you exclaim, to which he grimaces, realizing his mistake a moment too late. "that you think i'm just the cutest thing ever, how much you've missed me, all your thoughts, feelings, deepest, darkest desires— mmf!"
blade's gloved hand covers your mouth, putting a premature end to your tirade.
"are you finished?" he deadpans.
you nod.
he considers you at length before releasing you, muttering under his breath about you being a 'lousy liar.' you notice how his gaze lingers on your lips. a brief flicker dances within his eyes, hinting at the fervor he constantly battles to contain.
suddenly, it dawns on you.
"oh!"
you close the distance with an apologetic smile. "i did forget something important, didn't i?"
standing on your tiptoes, you steady yourself by wrapping your arms behind his neck. out of habit, his hands find your hips, securing you further. your lips almost connect — before mischief gets the better of you. you change you destination to his cheek, planting a chaste kiss there.
he blinks, slowly processing what's just occurred.
you prepare for a swift escape.
blade, however, foresees your intentions, and tightens his grip. effectively trapped, you squirm in place, chuckling nervously to dispel the building tension.
“close, but not quite,” he scolds. then, he lowers his voice to a whisper. “try again.”
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