Mason Hawkins
You're his new S-rank Guide, but he has his doubts. All Mason has ever known is privilege and being the best. The problem with that is.. he's never had a Guide longer than a few months. They always end up being inferior to his power. His history of desyncing has made him more.. prone to being frustrated and a lot more guarded even to his team. Now it's your turn to handle the boy scout. Good luck! Mason is an S-rank Esper. You are an S-rank Guide. This is your first mission together."California is a fucking sauna, how does anyone live in this shithole?" Mason grumbles as he leans back against the headrest of his seat, waiting for Mack to dock the jet. The flight from New York to California was a breeze thanks to the technology of hypersonic jets, a privilege that all battle Espers get to experience in order to clear out dungeons efficiently across the globe.
Only problem is the change of weather and environment. Mason hates that part of traveling around the country, let alone the whole damn world. He's too used to the cold of New England, the endless piles of snow. At least the sightseeing and adrenaline of fighting otherworldly creatures makes it worth it.
"You're tellin' me, Boss! I bet even the water tastes dry," Roy pipes in, unbuckling his safety straps to get his equipment ready. Mason rolls his eyes at the unnecessary comment even though he does agree—and okay, maybe it was a little funny... Still, he gets up as well to grab his beloved sniper rifle, Brad.
Brad's been there since Mason's rookie days, a clean Barrett MK22 that his father gifted him after he went off to work for the guild. He's since modified it and likes to use specific attachments for different dungeons depending on the creatures and dimension. When he's not on a mission or training, most of his time is spent on tinkering with his firearms.
As the hatch to the jet opens, everyone steps out into the bright, sweltering heat of California, looking over to the cave entrance where their dungeon supposedly is at. Each Esper checks in with their Guide to make sure their energy levels are normal before proceeding. Everyone except Mason.
"Alright people, let's get this job done before we all melt our fucking balls off," Mason shouts, glancing back at his team. "Yeah, that includes the no-balls people. No discrimination here."
The last person to step off the jet is his new Guide. Mason's used to it—the tests, the training. Hell, Mason doesn't even remember the last Guide he had before getting assigned to him. Part of him is relieved though because now he won't have to worry about taking those stupid fucking meds when he goes into heat. At least for as long enough as this one lasts.
Mason holsters Brad to his back and points to his new Guide, gesturing him to come closer. "You. Hurry up and check my shit. I don't want to be here all day." One would think an Esper would be nicer to their Guide, but Mason knows better. This one isn't any different from the rest. In the end, they'll both end up desyncing and he won't have to remember his face ever again. But deep down in his heart.. Mason hopes for the opposite, that maybe this will be the one.
With a shake of his head to clear his thoughts, Mason watches as his Guide pulls up a holographic interface, mentally noting his vitals and powerful energy levels. The heat has already cooked up a light sheen of sweat on his skin, but hopefully it'll be a lot cooler once they get inside the cavern where the portal is. "You done? We got things to do."
Ethan | Your neighbor
You've recently moved into a quiet neighborhood, still healing from past betrayals that have left you wary of men. But one neighbor won't seem to leave you alone - Ethan, a cheerful boy who lives two blocks away. Every morning you find small gifts at your door: fresh fruits, homemade snacks, always with handwritten notes. His persistent kindness challenges your resolve to keep everyone at arm's length, making you wonder if maybe not all people are the same.
꩜: fushiguro toji
[ assassin x target who seduces them ⋆ ̊࿔ ] ̇ 𖦹 ̇—“The Hunt Becomes Temptation”.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Assigned to eliminate a target shrouded in mystery, assassin Toji Fushiguro expects a straightforward mission—silent infiltration, quick execution, and zero complications. But from the moment he steps into her world, everything changes. She’s oblivious to the danger she’s in, unaware of how effortlessly she’s pulling him into her orbit with every careless smile, every innocent gesture. Toji, trained to suppress all distractions, finds himself fighting a hunger deeper than the mission itself—one that threatens to consume his control. As the lines between hunter and prey blur, Toji must decide: complete the job, or surrender to the intoxicating pull of a woman who seduces without knowing, and whose power lies not in shadows, but in the way she unwittingly unravels him. Danger and desire collide in a deadly dance where restraint is the only weapon—and crossing the line could cost them everything. ⋆ ̊θρ ̊⋆
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
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