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               ❝  i  have  no  choice  but  to  win.  people  are  DEPENDING  on  me.   ❞

       hello  there!  this  is  #CASTLESAVIOR,  an  independent  jackson  williams  rp  blog,  also  known  as  NEWCASTLE,  from  respawn’s  APEX  LEGENDS.  i  go  by  a  lot  of  different  names  but  you  guys  may  call  me  bella!  she/her,  twenty-three  years  old,  latiné,  pacific  standard  time.  this  blog  is  private,  selective,  mult-verse  and  multi-ship!

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      Newcastle’s second offer seemed to be accepted by Wattson as her worried expression melted away. Replacing it was a soft look of thanks and a nod; a drink would be much more tolerable right now. “Usually I would ask for coffee but…” Just like the chemist she followed around, the little engineer also drank her fair share of coffee. Though her cup contained bucket loads of cream and sweetener; she could not stomach it black. “I think tea would be better right now.”      The smaller Legend then offered a gentle smile of her own, appreciative of his efforts. First with her ankle, now with this; she was seeing that this new Legend was quite the protector and defender. Natalie could relate to that. “I really appreciate your help.” She said fondly after a series of coughs. “It’s nice to have another caring face around here.”      It wasn’t said by Natalie, but there was an implication she was calling some of their fellow Legends rather rude.

              ❛  tea it is,  ❜  he  nods  before  beginning  his  exploration  through  the  cabinets  of  her  outpost’s  kitchen,  attempting  not  to  touch  or  disturb  anything  that  was  not  a  mug  or  packets  of  tea  out  of  respect  for  the  other  legend’s  personal  space.  he  never  had  much  experience  with  drinking  or  MAKING  tea  prior  to  being  married;  jackson  was  also  a  big  coffee  person  himself,  often  seeing  drinking  a  large  cup  of  black  coffee  no  matter  the  time  of  day.  but  he  could  APPRECIATE  the  effects  of  tea  every  once  in  a  while,  most  especially  when  he  himself  was  feeling  sick  or  tired.

              he  successfully  finds  the  tea  kettle  and  while  he  sets  the  water  to  boil,  he  searches  for  some  lemon  and  HONEY.

              but  he  pauses  slightly  at  her  thanks,  earning  a  warm  smile  for  the  taller  legend.  ❛  oh,  it’s  nothing,  i  couldn’t  leave  knowing  you  were  in  this  state.  i  know  I’D  have  appreciated  if  somewhere  was  there  to  make  me  soup  or  tea  if  i  was  feeling  under  the  weather.  ❜

the  deep  breath  of  fresh  air  did  him  good  when  his  teammate  stopped  almost  strangling  him  as  he  was  being  dragged  to  safety,  well,  as  good  as  it  could  do  while  his  shirt  was  slowly  getting  soaked  from  what  was  unfortunately  mostly  his  own  blood  this  time.  turns  out  even  after  all  those  years,  his  body  never  quite  handled  being  shot  well,  that,  and  perhaps  he  had  been  too  close  to  one  or  two  of  his  own  frags,  the  salvonian  grimaced  as  he  moved,  feeling  sharp  bits  of  shrapnel  in  places  where  they  definitely  shouldn’t  be.  with  a  grunt,  fuse  rolled  the  wally  from  under  him,  metal  fingers  struggling  to  find  its  concealed  switch. 

❛ no  clue  mate,  i  reckon  it  shouldn’t  be  more  than  15 kilos.  i  always  come  prepared,  what  can  i  say ?  ——  here,  help  me  make  it  a  tad  lighter,  ay ?❜

and  with  those  words,  his  hand  would  reach  for  his  mortar’s  handle,  but  instead  of  any  sort  of  explosives  coming  out,  two  ice  cold  beer  bottles  were  ejected,  rolling  around  before  stopping  at  newcastle’s  feet.  it  was  not  before  walter  was  able  to  drink  most  of  his  own  bottle  that  he  finally  decided  to  address  his  wounds  with  the  med  kit  that  had  been graciously  gifted  to  him,  the  needle  jabbed  into  his  remaining  arm  providing  almost  immediate  relief.  

❛ cheers,  mate,  got  a  bit  greedy  out  there.  need  me  some  restraint  like  you  got. ❜

his  life  in  the  games  in  exchange  of  one  coldie,  a  fair  trade,  he  thought  to  himself.

               ❛  wha——?  ❜  newcastle  wasn’t  really  given  much  time  to  decline  nor  SCOLD  his  fellow  teammate  before  fuse  was  about  half  way  done  with  his  bottle.  he  looks  down  at  the  other  bottle  that  had  rolled  up  to  him,  apparently  meant  for  him,  begrudgingly  bending  down  to  pick  it  up.  jackson  was  more  of  a  social  drinker  when  he  was  relaxing  with  friends  and  family.  and  even  if  he  WAS  in  the  mood  for  a  drink  in  that  moment,  GUN  SHOTS  ringing  out  and  distant  explosives  shaking  the  earth  below  didn’t  exactly  spell  out  relaxing  to  him.

               but  he  also  found  it  difficult  to  get  mad  at  something  that  was  meant  to  be  a  KIND  gesture.  

ignoring their squabbles was a task easier said than done. bloodhound was, unfortunately, predisposed to eavesdropping– though they never inserted themself into the life of others or their dramas, no matter how petty they could be, their mind often ruminated on them, turning the situations around in their head, wondering about the resolution that may or may not come. bangalore and newcastle had much tension that bordered on straight hostility.

they sigh. bangalore crossed the distance between her and the other two so quickly. they do not rush to follow at least– she is one of the finest legends after all, fully capable of taking care of herself– but they wish they did the moment jackson addressed them.

bloodhound’s head turned almost comically, as if they were surprised they were being spoken to at all.

“  with the point you made, the wingman would have been best suited for my hands.  “ an opinion they would not ordinarily share, but they don’t necessarily want the wingman, either. they are happy with their 30-30 repeater and their bocek ; a pairing that most people would feel insecure with, but bloodhound is not most people. 

“  she would not have been angry had revenant done the same. perhaps her anger is not about the wingman. “

      he offers a wary, almost RELUCTANT nod at the other legend's opinion. they had not been paired together often but nothing jackson witnessed could DISPROVE such a declaration. but in his defensive, nothing in jackson's performance could allude that his own opinion was incorrect either.

      gloved hands firmly rest at his waist as he shook his head in exasperation, but blue visors immediately shoot back in the direction of bloodhound once more. he tenses on the spot but attempts to conceal it with a forced cough.

       ‘ i don't have the slightest clue what her deal is… ’ he responds dismissively, again looking away as if to desperately avoid eye contact. they were both masked and therefore had no eyes to make connections with.

NOTHING had much phased his teammate’s mood until then, but Revenant thought nothing of it. The ring was getting smaller, they were going to have to fight for a better position, and with how few squads were left, they were bound to be up against more LEGENDS than just Bangalore at the top of this hill. If there were ever a time for the new guy to start feeling the heat, it was now.

“Now you’re speaking my language,” the simulacrum answered encouragingly to the brute force idea, his gaze still trained uphill. He had only barely stood from his crouch before he was knocked on the shoulder with enough force to stagger a step, glowering briefly for his squadmate with a quiet growl but moving to follow regardless. He had seen Newcastle’s WALL in action before. He knew it was their best bet now for taking high ground.

The FLYING LEAP his teammate made meant Revenant had to move quickly to catch up. And unlike his teammate, his aim prioritized Bangalore. Now that she was distracted amidst the huge metal walls invading her squad’s space and Newcastle invading with them, it didn’t take long at all for Revenant to CRACK HER SHIELDS. Still she didn’t give up the high ground, ducking low and moving closer against the cliff face; Revenant couldn’t see what she was doing from his position due to the walls, so he began to briskly advance, flinging a Silence at the zipline for good measure in case anyone else tried to push the fight.

       ‘ come on, come on… ’ jackson seethes under his breath as he watches the youngest of the williams out of the corner of his eye. he was never a spiritual person, but he all but PRAYS that she still had a brain in there somewhere. surely in her position it would be obvious that fighting for the high ground was a lost cause. with his castle walls, the unbearable pressure they were laying on them, the amount of DAMAGE they peppering them with… surely the smartest play here would be to retreat. it would be easier on his conscious if it were a completely different squad that had taken her out rather than jackson himself being the one to pull the trigger.

      but his hopes were dashed the moment he realized the key flaw to this plan of his. she was a williams; the most STUBBORN williams that is.

      another flaw that had dawned the second he heard her shields CRACK was that he was paired with a murder machine.

CARING FOR THE SICK PROMPTS  

@castlesavior​ asked:  ‘ i’ll make you some soup. ’

      “You really don’t have to..!” A choked protest came from under a massive mountain of blankets on the couch. Under the layers of fabric was the little engineer, only recognizable by her face poking out from a hole in the middle of the mass. Even without seeing the rest of her, it was easy to tell something was wrong. Glossy eyes, rosy cheeks, the occasional rattling cough and loud sneeze– Natalie was most definitely sick.       “I don’t even know if I’ll be able to keep it down.” Wattson continued to deny her friend’s help, not wanting to waste his time even though she would’ve done the same if roles were reversed. She supposed she had a hard time allowing herself to be taken care of as she was often the care taker of everyone else. From helping her papa when he was sick to nursing her friends after matches or during other ailments, Natalie doted upon others, not the other way around.

              jackie  was  prepared  to  INSIST.  he  hadn’t  gotten  the  chance  to  really  demonstrate  his  exceptional  skill  in  cooking  to  any  of  his  new  co-competitors  (kind  of  hard  to  do  when  he  KILLS  many  of  them  for  sport),  but  this  seemed  like  an  excellent  opportunity  to  show  off.  and  any  excuse  to  cook  for  other’s,  as  just  a  general  kind  gesture,  would  be  considered  a  delight.

              but  he  gives  a  slight  PAUSE  at  her  worry,  something  he  failed  to  consider.  he  certainly  wouldn’t  want  to  make  natalie  feel  any  worse,  even  if  he  makes  something  LIGHT  for  her,  he  isn’t  too  sure  how  delicate  her  gut  was  in  this  state.  he  thinks,  briefly  staring  up  at  the  ceiling  as  he  does.

              ❛  dude,  how  much  does  that  thing  WEIGH?  ❜  newcastle  hisses  through  clenched  teeth  as  he  swiftly  works  to  drag  fuse  by  the  collar,  away  from  the  firefight  and  towards  safety——an  effort  that  TYPICALLY  only  took  a  respectable  amount  of  effort  for  the  new  legend.  his  grenade  launcher  strapped  to  his  teammate’s  back,  and  not  to  mention  the  metal  arm,  was  giving  jackson  a  bit  more  of  a  work  out  than  he  was  expecting.  dirt  kicks  up  into  the  air  as  he  finally  manages  to  reach  cover,  a  large  hut  that  also  managed  to  shield  them  from  the  island’s  terrible  heat.

              ❛  here,  take  these,  we’ll  need  to  move  soon,  ❜  a  bright  blue  shield  battery  and  a  health  kit  emerge  from  his  pack,  both  for  the  salvo  born  to  take.

  “In time?!”

  The initial course of anger seeps through just two words, bearing a sharp EDGE. She moves to stand before her brother, right up in his face. A part of her wants to suggest shutting the door, but in the heat of the moment, she just doesn’t care. 

 “It’s been over a decade and you don’t wanna give me an explanation?!” Her eyes narrow, brows furrowing deeply. An accusatory finger pokes right into the swell of Jackson’s chest. She has half a mind to shove him, to do something that expresses her emotions far better than her words can in the moment, but she decides against it. For now. 

  “I thought you were DEAD, Jackie. All these years spent MIA and here you were, raising some kinda family, taking on a new name. Have you forgotten where you came from? Who YOU are? No goofy ass name and get up is gonna change that!” 

 Anita simply shakes her head, scoffing. “So what the hell’s your plan, huh? You just gonna act like the big hero and forget everyone in your past life?” 

              her  tone  catches  him  by  surprise,  but  really,  it  SHOULDN’T  have.  she  had  every  right  to  be  upset,  he  had  done  things  under  the  assumption  that  he  would  NEVER  see  her  face  again,  and  would  therefore  never  face  the  consequences  of  his  actions.  this  conversation  would  have  never  have  taken  place  if  things  went  the  way  that  he  had  intended  for  them  to  go.  

               the  mention  of  his  FAMILY  sends  a  small  panic  through  him,  suddenly  very  much  aware  of  the  mount  of  people  that  could  hear  their  spat.  it  was  quiet  typical  for  the  two  to  find  themselves  in  an  argument,  to  everyone’s  bewilderment,  but  anita  quite  LOUDLY  proclaiming  to  the  world  that  he  had  a  family  presented  a  problem  for  him. 

              jackson  allows  her  to  come  closer,  allows  her  to  berate  him,  flinching  slightly  at  his  poke——but  otherwise  waits  patiently  until  she  was  done  before  turning  to  shut  the  door,  albeit  with  some  notable  hesitancy.  it  was  a  difficult  decision  to  make,  as  closing  the  door  was  essentially  trapping  him  in  here  with  a  little  sister  that  had  the  temper  of  a  hungry  prowler.

               ❛  anita...  none  of  that  MATTERS  anymore.  what  i  used  to  be,  who  i used  to  be,  the  things  i’ve  done...  none  of  that  should  matter  to  you  now,  ❜  he  can’t  meet  her  eyes  as  he  speaks,  instead  he  stared  off  at  nothing.  ❛  you  were  better  off  without  me  anyway.  look  how  you  turned  out,  you’re  an  APEX  LEGEND!  ❜  he  tries  to  add  some  excitement  to  his  tone,  despite  it  sounding  quite  forced.

              much  like  when  they  were  children,  the  argument  began  out  of  something  as  stupid  and  insignificant  as  WHO  got  to  play  with  a  toy.  in  this  case,  the  toy  in  question  being  a  shiny  gold  WINGMAN.  newcastle  had  nabbed  it  first  (only  because  bloodhound  had  been  busy  reviving  anita  after  a  considerably  gruesome  firefight),  but  bangalore  argued  that  SHE  had  been  the  one  to  take  the  previous  owner  of  this  wingman  down.  those  words  had  triggered  something  in  his  head,  an  intuition  that  had  laid  dormant  in  his  mind  for  YEARS——and  that  was  the  need  to  one  up  her,  to  remind  her  that  he  was  a  better  shot  than  she  could  ever  be  anyway.

              obviously  that  caused  a  rift  within  the  group  and  they  found  themselves  heavily  split.  bangalore  moved  up  ahead,  disappearing  behind  the  island’s  thick  vegetation  with  the  excuse  that  she  was  scouting  ahead.  and  bloodhound  was  left  with  the  bewildered,  bitter  older  brother.

               and  unfortunately  for  them,  jackson  turns  to  them  for  validation.  ❛  you  saw  me  pick  up  that  wingman  first,  right?  can  you  believe  her?  ❜

Revenant prepped a Silence as he neared the top of the hill. Creeping low, he flung the device as soon as he had a clear shot - and no sooner than it was thrown, and the enemy Legend spotted him, shouting something to her teammate.

She was TOO LATE to avoid the Silence; her smoke and artillery strike would be locked up. She had nowhere to run, and NOWHERE TO HIDE. Revenant had drawn his weapon just after pitching the Silence, but despite being disoriented, Bangalore had already shifted her aim and found her mark. Shots were traded: the simulacrum’s shields were hit hard before he ducked back down along the cliff.

Dealing with another LEGEND made this more complicated. But it didn’t change that Bangalore and her teammate were badly pinched and couldn’t afford to CHASE, or else whoever was down by the waterfall would surely take the zip in pursuit. So in the meantime, Revenant was reloading, charging his shields again… But he was not going to let this be a standoff.

“Another Legend’s up there. We have to take her out before her airstrike’s back online,” he warned. By then, the ring would limit their OPTIONS. More than that, Revenant was in no state to take that kind of hit.

       ‘ yeah, yeah, i SEE that, ’ newcastle answers a bit more TERSELY than he had intended for it to come across, but he only hoped that the understandable STRESS that were the games (especially the stress that came with still being relatively new) was a good enough cover for his seemingly RATTLED disposition.

       jackson would have felt worse if his accidental venom effected any other of his fellow competitors, but he didn’t feel that way with revenant. something told him that a little venom didn’t bother something like him.

       ‘ well, ways i see it, ’ the new legend begins to look around, assessing their situation and their options. ‘ going back down is a death sentence. we don’t have a choice but to just take it from them with some good ol’ fashion BRUTE FORCE. ’ with his walls in place, it should either pressure anita and her squad off the ledge to their doom, or force them to rush his barriers——which, at this point, should be common knowledge that it wasn’t a very good idea.

       eventually, his broad smile shows itself, practically REFLECTING the sunshine’s brightness with how confident he was in his plan. ‘ just follow me and we’ll be KINGS of the ring. ’ with that, jackson SLAPS revenant on the shoulder before moving to his feet once more. with his castle walls in hand, his jumpkit was switched on and newcastle began to sail in the air. anita’s head turned again their direction when she undoubtedly caught the SWIFT rise and descent of his shadow over her.