O Brother Where Are Thous? [HGT]

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Ezra

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September 12

Alto Mare

Pansexual

Pokemon Poacher

Civilian

Total Manwhore

There's Plenty to Go Around

5'9" height

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Ezra Settentrione

O Brother Where Are Thous? [HGT]

POSTED ON Oct 7, 2024 23:03:56 GMT

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Leon Settentrioné

Ezra would rather lick Silas Blackwell’s asshole than admit he missed his brother. But it was hard to deny it was nice to have him back. Not a guy to trust anybody, it was nice to know somebody in this hellhole had his back.
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Right now, they were enjoying some alone time at big brother’s penthouse. The McKennas were off doing some weird family shit. A bottle of fine—hard--liquor was almost empty on the table. He upends it into his brother’s shot glass. But there was none left for him (or 15’s thimble). “I’ll grab us a refill.” With a groan, Ezra leverages himself out of the chair. It creaks as he grabs the arm of it with his metal hand. “Try not to throw your bougie ass off the balcony while I’m gone.”
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The rat tumbles onto the couch cushion where his trainer sat. Maroon eyes close as the rat slowly sinks back into slumber.
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“Hey, Cito.” Ezra calls from downstairs. “Bourbon or—” The lights flicker across the apartment. A siren pulses in the distance. Something giggles in the corner of the room.
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Rollouts aren’t that weird in a wartorn hellhole. He shrugs. “Fuck it. I’m bringing both.” He turns to find Fifteen staring up at him from the edge of the counter. Something about this makes him shiver, but he brushes it aside. Ezra fucking Settentrione isn’t scared of no fucking rat. He tosses a berry at him from a bowl.
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The rat clambers back on his master’s shoulders as they make their way up the stairs.
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Leon

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August 17th

Alto Mare

Heterosexual

'Financier'

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Aubre Settentrioné

Married

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Leon Settentrioné

O Brother Where Are Thous? [HGT]

POSTED ON Oct 27, 2024 4:56:46 GMT

Shockingly enough, Leon actually agreed with the lout sitting across from him. Likewise he would never admit it, but he had in fact missed him. There was almost no one Leon trusted more than his brother, and knowing he could always count on him gave him a great deal of comfort. Particularly when things were the way they currently were, with Aubre on the outs, his body still recovering from the 'incident' and the rest of this shithole of a region teetering on the edge of collapsing entirely.

He had to confess that he was somewhat surprised at the accommodations he'd found Ezra in, having fully expected an invite to a roach motel. Yet, to his surprise, there was not even a single overdosing hooker. It seemed that he really was in a bad mood lately . Personally Leon couldn't understand it, the entire affair was idiotic. But he'd always been the logical one, Ezra had the emotion he lacked while Leon actually had a brain. "Grazie" He polishes off the final shot and places the glass back down, raising a brow as the other stands. "Since when did you offer to do anything? Are you feeling well." To the next retort he simply rolls his eyes, waving him off before turning his gaze to said window.

The lights flicker, and a frown crosses his face. It wasn't surprising to find Ezra in a hovel with faulty wiring, but this penthouse had seemed rather more put together than that. Then again, the entire region was falling apart, so he supposed it was hardly surprising that the utilities weren't being maintained either. As he started to reply he was cut short by a snicker, dark eyes moving to identify the sound. He could not, however, and he found himself irritated. If one of Ezra's little 'projects' was loose he was going to put it down without a thought, no matter how much is brother bitched.

His eyes turn to the rat asleep on the couch, softening slightly. Despite everything Ezra and 15 had always been quite close. For whatever reason he let the little pipsqueak in. Leon was glad that he had a friend, someone he hadn't managed to run off with his utterly toxic personality. He'd gone back to perusing the rain outside when the other man finally trudged back up the stairs. With a sigh and a frown he'd turned, intending to give him a some 'advice' in handling his 'hobbies', only to stop. THere, on his shoulder, was 15. The same 15 who he'd just seen asleep on the couch. Rather than respond Leon just stared, his face confused.
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Ezra

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Total Manwhore

There's Plenty to Go Around

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So I could never strum again

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Ezra Settentrione

O Brother Where Are Thous? [HGT]

POSTED ON Nov 4, 2024 8:45:43 GMT

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Leon Settentrioné

“Right as rain.” Ezra shoots back almost immediately.
“I’m always generous, Cito.” He smirked back at his little brother. “It’s why bitches call me Santa Claus.” That and the coke. His shoulders lift in a shrug. “Besides, you’re slow as dirt right now.” Those injuries really corrupted the guy’s unfeeling, ice prince appeal. It was pretty apparent getting up these stairs had been a chore. The last thing he wanted was for the moron to trip down them.
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His discount twink would cry. There’d be an ambulance. It’d be a whole thing.
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As the lights flickered, a shadow unfurled from its hot pink leather bed. A deep growl rumbled in Cass’s chest as crazed eyes darted around the seemingly normal room. Dark hair stood at attention along her spine.
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Clang! That initial sound of heels on the staircase is followed by a second. “Bottoms up, Cito!” The pair’s almost identical eyes meet across the loft. There’s something off about the sham self. Even if Ez can’t put his fingers on it. Instantly, images of Ditto and Zoroark come to mind. “Who the fuck--” His words are echoed perfectly by the clone The lights flicker off again. Dark, dense shadows fill the space. When they vanish, the room’s suddenly twice as crowded.
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Another Leon stands in the room. Right in front of the couch is a clone of the crazy bitch in the corner. The awkward silence is broken by a snarl as one of the Houndoom charges forward. The pair collide in a storm of claws, fangs, and fire.
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SMASH! The liquor bottles smash into a thousand pieces on the terrazzo floor. One fluid movement ups the stake of this fucked up Spider-Man meme.
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Ezra’s gun is now pointed at himself. The other himself. On his shoulder, the rat leans forward with curiosity. It stiffens as his finger pushes on the trigger. He had zero fucking qualms about shooting this wannabe. “Better shoot that body snatcher, Cito. Might spout tentacles or some shit,” His clone scowls. “Damn fucking right he better.” Both faces twist into a snarl.
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The gun that faces Ezra feels wrong.
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