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Joseph ✨ Y/n The Angel's Trumpet

 :) Oh yeah, you're like living in the 1600 when you died :3
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"Vent"

        As innocent as an angel, yet as sweet as poison... You were a hunter, killed by the poison of a flower, that you have now titled to yourself. Was your death peaceful, or was it in vain? The only thing you saw was a smirk of a girl, whose eyes radiate of triumph and malice, hallucinations laughing at your face. The only thing you heard was a whisper of possession. You remembered the sensation of high fevers, the struggles of breathing in and out, the feeling of your limbs not responding to your brain, which slowly let go of the memories you held dear, memories about who killed you, who that person was, and who were you... That was the only thing you remembered before being sent to this manor, in your pale light rosy body, wearing a pink dress that reminded you of the Angel Trumpets, which had always racked your brain. Was this flower a fragment to my memories?

          While you were a hunter, you were much new, and only did what you were told to do. However, some hunters had taught you to be friendly, to be merciful, and some had taught you when to be vicious and clever. You arrived in the Oletus manor with confusion etched to your face, cracks at your arms, lips, and your fingers. It sometimes oozed the sap of the said flower. Since hunters didn't have to worry about physical contact with you, they were free to touch you. Survivors, on the other hand, do have to wear gloves around you, which was understandable. Most survivors found you pitiful, and painful in matches, but as for being a hunter, you were slightly spoiled by both Michiko and Jack. You had become great friends with Mary, and Wu Chang, and a great sister figure to Robbie. Leo, who still had his father charms, had helped you blend in the hunters wing, and Bane, though strict and rough, helped you become one of the best, and most intimidating hunters.

          Although, you treated all the hunters with familial gestures, there was one hunter, who found you much more. The photographer was fond of your appearance, personality, and affectionate gestures. He found you to be a precious, and innocent flower, yet also a dangerous one.

            According to the Ripper, the first hunter you met when you opened the large mahogany doors, such abilities of yours proved to be a game changer for the hunters, how survivors seem to slow down after a hit quite significantly; how their decoding process seem more brutal due to the increase of calibrations, that were quick. Survivors felt slow and tired when you were the hunter.  The same flower that you were always fond of grows at wherever you please, making a noticeable difference by reducing your stun time efficiently, and actively lowering the health of some survivors near it. Sure, they would dismantle it, but they ended up with a few toxic fluids that slightly drained the health of the survivors.

          Despite such overpowering abilities, you were slow, and  there was something about you when you speak. You remind him of christmas bells, whenever you would speak or laugh. He fell quite deep in love of you, and only Michiko knew this. He ought for it to stay that way, however for other hunters, it was not possible.

           "Survivors these days are getting quite good don't you think?" Jack starts the conversation. "I agree," The Ripper looks at you, and you meet his eyes. "Y/n, however, could be our game changer," you looked at Jack, eyes wide. "I-i'm not so sure about that," You replied, flushed. "I have to agree," Bane said, which was quite surprising as his strict outlook made you think otherwise. "See, you work with all that poison and toxins, and have the ability to lower a survivor's health, but not half-incapacitate them! When their health drops low, it's like an immediate bam! Incapacitate!" He explained. "You're very special, dear Angel's Trumpet," Mary smiles. "T-thank you. I... I wouldn't be the hunter I am if all of you didn't give me advices and tips in handling my abilities." It seemed to make all the hunters happy, despite such dull circumstances in the manor.

          "Ms. Y/n is too strong," Fiona says as she eats her roasted chicken piece. "Even with a plant timespan of 120, and a cool down of 60 seconds in her skill, she still manages to win," Emily said, looking through the brown book given to them, information on hunters and survivors alike plastered on the pages. "It also seems like she read the survivor's information very well," agreements were made. "Since she's new, she's ought to be nerfed later, right?" The survivors thought of Mike's assumption.

          There goes the next day, which was bloody, and brutal as survivors were becoming more creative in bullying a few hunters, mainly Joseph. You stretched after 2 consecutive matches, both a draw. "Getting paired with The Mind's Eye, Emchantress, Prospector, and Wildling is just pain." On your way around the halls, you find Joseph nearby. "Hey Joseph," you softly smiled, to which he gave you a slightly dissimilar grin. It looked forced. "You look stressed. Are you okay?" His smile falters for a few miliseconds, but he brushed it off and replied with his princely smile, "Doing fine, don't worry." "That doesn't convince me, you know?" He sighs. "Worth a shot." He then pulls you to his room.

            "Come on, vent it out," You eased him to his bed, undoing his hairtie to relax him further. "Survivors are getting brutal lately, and I'm not really bothered by being bullied," said the photographer. "But lately they're harsh. I mean, I'm 60+ years old, my back aches," he says. "I can tell. The Wildling and Forward really messed my back up," you sighed. "Oh dear, I hope you didn't bruise," the photographer felt worry. "I'm fine really," you smiled. "You should lie down too. I know you had a match with the Wildling. Come rest," you blushed and slid onto his bed.

           "You know what hurts the most?" You looked to his eyes. "The bombs Acrobat has," you nodded instantly. "Fire and plants don't mix well. Regrowing took a lot of power," you sighed. For the whole afternoon, both of you talked about anything.

            "Desaulnier? Dinner is- oh my," Michiko puts her sleeve near her face, hiding the blush. "I'll just tell them they're sleeping," Michiko giggles and closes the door.

             'Oh boy, when they wake up, the whole hunter's wing will go berserk on those two,' Michiko sweatdrops as she listens to the conversation of the manor, hearing about a peeper in Joseph's closet, listening to their conversation.