Here Are The Boys!

Here are the boys!

Algebra

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Ach So Gern 🥊

🎨 art by l'ami Renardo

Zeit

Bitte bleib steh'n, bleib steh'n

Zeit

Das soll immer so weitergeh'n

Well you know I have to ask about the one with high class rent boy Richard.

Ask and ye shall recieve...

This one has done such a 180 turn from what is was originally in terms of characters and POV but it's based in the midst of a conflict resulting from an airship called the Morgenstern being sabotaged and crashing on its maiden voyage.

The wider plot is still very convoluted, but one of the points is Richard being unwillingly roped into a series of blackmailing schemes by the club owner he's indebted to.

Enter Schneider, an agent of a rival group who's been sent to infiltrate the establishment, get close to suspects, and plant false information to hopefully end the scheme. Lots of stuff ensues... 👀

Honestly, I really like this one It was originally (and might still be) a back and forth of the 'present' (ten years after the conflict) and flashbacks of the past. I had Flake as a former field surgeon who was forced to retire after an incident; Oliver was his bodyguard/domestic helper, a former soldier who suffered from shrapnel injuries to the neck that left him mostly non-verbal. Till and Paul were resistance fighters. Unfortunately, it's going to need a huge overhaul and I don't have the time at the moment.

I will give a snippet of my blackmail boys though...

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"Do you have a light?"

Being addressed in perfect German surprises Schneider more than he expects. He looks away from the mezzanine. The black-haired man from earlier is settling into the seat beside him. He already has a cigarette in-hand, and raises his eyebrows as if to repeat the earlier question.

Without a word, Schneider produces a lighter. The young man leans in as he flicks it open, head tilted almost coquettishly, then sits back with a relieved sigh.

"Thank you."

Schneider nods and returns the lighter to his pocket.

"Lose yours?"

The man gives him a faint smirk. "It's more fun when someone else does it." He winks,  tapping ash into the glass dish beside him. "Although, I do like to thank my volunteers properly, so...what's your name, stranger?"

Forward, Schneider muses, that's good. It saves him the trouble of having to chase the man's attention himself.