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oldhaloâ:
Old Halo watched from the Atlantisâs bar as Vex practically robbed their opponent blind, shooting balls straight into holes like it was an art form theyâd mastered. It was almost admirable, if it wasnât such a stupid way for them to risk their divinity.Â
Sheâd intended to stay out of it, but when Vex put their cue stick up against the strangerâs neck, the stranger got a pissed-off look on their face like they were considering getting their money back another way. She sighed; she didnât want to see anyone get hurt, meaning she had to intervene.
She stood and approached Vex from behind, silent as a cat. She was close enough to speak right in their ear by the time she made her presence known. Softly, she said, âWord to the wise. I think you better quit now, before you lose it all.â She flashed a charming smile to the man across the pool table.
âSorry to interrupt your fun.â She was not sorry at all. She was of the opinion that she was saving Vex from themself. âDo you mind? I want a word.â
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When the warmth of another breath fell upon her ear, Vex recoiled away at once. Acid on their tongue, they reeled back to lash out, but the moment passed too soon; Old Halo was draw her weapon, and her weapon wasnât one Vex could fight against easily. How do you trade blows with a goddamn smile?
Well. Vex could pull her arm back and strike a blow across Old Haloâs chin. Her elbow receded, her fingers tightened â but the stranger was already huffing away, slamming divinity down on the pool table, uttering the same words Vex had already prepared for Old Halo.Â
Divinity took priority, and so Vex shot Old Halo a glare made of venom and rushed forward to collect her prize. First, she counted; then she snapped her attention back to Old Halo. âWhat the fuck is wrong with you? I didnât ask you to follow me here or get in my damn way, Resurrector.â
twvlfthâ:
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A bit of stew. One single beer. Thatâs all Twelfth wanted to get from The Atlantis before getting up and getting out. Maybe theyâd go for ride, maybe theyâd go back to their room, they donât really know. What they never expected, though, is how they somehow ended up playing a game of pool with no one other than Vex.Â
âHm,â they hum in thought, looking at the pool table and then at her opponent. Twelfth never really knows what to expect with Vex, whether itâs a nicer reaction or words as sharp as any hunting knife theyâve come across. Still, they go along with the game, enjoying just how much that is the main focus of the company rather than whatever words Vex might decide to throw at Twelfth out of nowhere.Â
Twelfth canât help the annoyed expression that grows when they feel Vexâs cue stick on their chin. Without hesitation, they just slap it away. âIf it means thereâs another round of you just playing and not talking,â she starts as she changes her cue stick from one hand to another and look at Vex, âsure. Double or nothing.â
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This is the best Vex has felt in a long, long time. Taking money from one of the Jack Odyssey gangâs own is something like poetic justice. Like divine retribution. Like everything Vex never had the chance to want falling into their hands. Though it might feel better if Twelfth were Shotgun or Cain, and not just some weakling who couldnât stomach their own crimes.Â
For not the first time, Vex wonders what the fuck Twelfth thought this life would ask of them. Would take from them.
Sometimes, the sight of Twelfth makes Vex feel like boiling water, ready to bubble over and burn whoever is too close. It makes their blood vessels want to pop. She makes Vex want to hurl something at the wall or shoot it until itâs unrecognizable. A glass vase, maybe, or a skull or all the naĂŻvetĂŠ she sees in Twelfthâs dark eyes.
Theyâre taking it out on Twelfth now, grinning spitefully at them. âFuck you, Iâm a delight. Losers reset the pool table.â A pause. âThatâs you, Twelfth. Though Twelfth is an odd name for someone in the Jack Odyssey gang. Whereâs Eleventh? Tenth?â
Vex knows the story, and so she knows to sharpen her gaze as she continues:Â âThe First?â
ofparagonâ:
Vex might not be partaking in the swill the bar is serving tonight, but Paragon helps himself. Helps himself to this hustle, too, when he sees Vex with a patron cornered. The man seems likely enough to take her baitâespecially with a little peer pressure, what with the way he sweats at the collar.
âYouâd be a fool to quit so early, with a pot like that,â he calls to the table, pulling an expression like heâs just plain envious he isnât the one who gets to go toe to toe for it; appealing to that sense of possession over the doubling pot. Then he drawls his false assurances (just in case thereâs a shred of hesitance left): âcome on, lightning donât strike twice.â
Of course, he knows itâs more skill than lightning where Vex is concerned, but what this betting man doesnât know wonât hurt him past his pockets.
Round two, and Vex wins again, her pool cue finding its old place beneath the strangerâs chin. By then, the patronâs either ruffled or drunk enough to go for a third round, but Paragon cuts in, guiding the end of the cue to his own neck instead. âHell, I stand corrected, my friendâyouâre not careful, and sheâll clean you out all over again. Iâd leg it, while youâve still got enough tip for your bartender.â
Once heâs gone, Paragon quirks a scarred brow at the pool cue. Swats it jovially aside.
âTrain jobâs not sitting nice enough in the pockets?â He teases knowingly. âYou gotta turn the townâs out, too?â
Vex hates herself for being comforted by the sight of him. The deep hum of his voice. The sweeping gait with which he walks like he belongs in every room he enters. Paragon is larger than life; always has been, even back when they knew him by Sweets and he knew them by Naomi.
But he doesnât go by Sweets anymore. Naomi is dead. The Lost Boys rejected them both, and theyâre not so lost anymore, are they? Paragon belongs to the Jack Odyssey gang, and Vex â Vex wants nothing more than to see the Jack Odyssey gang burn.
Even so, thereâs still a part of Vex that wants to lean into the camaraderie he offers so easily, like it costs him nothing. It costs her everything.
She resists. She doesnât return the familiarity of his jest or the warmth in his eyes. Lowering the cue stick from his throat and narrowing their eyes at him, Vex accuses: âCouldâve made more if you stopped showing up where youâre not wanted.â Yet despite her resistance, Vex grabs another cue stick and holds it out toward Paragon. âYou owe me a game. Donât care if I win or lose â youâre paying me double what I just made.â
ramblcrâ:
Stirred from his slumber, he woke up to a black cat lingering on his windowsill. He instantly stiffened, superstitious dread winding its wires of tension around him as he eyed the creature warily. The cat merely languished in his gaze, prowling back and forth beyond the glass, tail swishing behind it in curling flickers. As the moment stretched, Rambler concluded that beyond the blatant bad omen, there were only two possible interpretations for the scene in front of him: either the cat had recognized his dread and was taunting it for its own amusement, or it was drawing his attention towards something. A cursory glance around the room, and the answer quickly made itself clear.
His own cat was nowhere to be found.
With a groan, Rambler hastily shuffled off the bed and stood up â only for the expression of frustration to choke into one of anguish as he absentmindedly placed too much pressure on his injured leg. Easing off, he took a deep breath, throwing a begrudgingly grateful glance at the intruder at his window before venturing through the inn. When a search across his floor proved futile, Rambler descended the stairs and limped towards the entrance. He wouldnât be surprised if Cherry had gone off to explore the surrounding area; it was an inconvenient inclination of hers whenever they settled down in a new place.
He only took two steps before he was staring down the barrel of Vexâs gun. Forced back, he winced as pain flared in his leg, yet his features soon smoothed over once he adjusted his stance. âWhat are you trying to prove, Vex?â He quietly asked. âYour actions speak for themselves. If you think about it, youâve already killed me. If I hadnât managed to fall into the car, Iâd be dead. So whatâs the point of all this?â
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Are they supposed to feel a flash of remorse when Rambler grimaces? Is Vex supposed to soften at the quiet timbre of his voice? Like his life is nothing, Rambler declares himself already dead, and Vex his killer. It doesnât matter to Vex whether Rambler lives to see the sun rise or not, but this open-eyed acceptance of their end â it baffles Vex. Confounds them. They have never been able to understand Rambler â and itâs the most infuriating thing about him.
She holds Dahliaâs gun steady. Her voice is clear and unshaken as she calls out, âWhat kind of mind games are you tryinâ to play, dumbass? You askinâ for me to pull the trigger?â
Vex considers firing a warning shot. Decides against it because they canât afford to waste a bullet. Besides, the sound alone might draw the kind of attention they know means trouble.
Every movement is deliberate and measured as Vex lowers their weapon. It hangs by her side, though she does not return it to its holster. Anything (anyone) they donât understand is a threat; it has to be, to make it out alive. "Youâre a goddamn coward. You donât even want to save your own skin? Or what, are you trying to pull one over me so you can kill me in my sleep?âÂ
Vex sneers and spits across the distance and aims for Ramblerâs feet. Her spittle doesnât quite make it, and falls somewhere in the middle. âYouâre even crazier than I thought if you really believe Iâd fall for that.â

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eastcfedenâ:
at THE WHEEL / feb 4th / open
The thing looks like itâs about to fall apart and thatâs probably why Cain is so drawn to it. He takes it as a personal challenge, the fact that the wheelâs still standing and heâs definitely willing to see if it can do with a little shakeâthe view from up there must be something, right? His hand grips the bottom of the ladder and when he lets go of it, thereâs rust on his fingers, the brown residue melting into his skin. Cain reaches for the gloves he keeps in his back pocketâshould be easier to climb like thisâand then someone approaches him as he puts them on.
âGonna take it for a little spin,â he says as he looks up, eyes squintingâand the left one hurts from the blackeye the engineman gave him yesterday, now all dark and purple around his socketâhe canât really see the top from where heâs standing right now, just the insidesâmetal rods coming out of everywhere, paint peeling, rusty and noisy. It looks like itâs about to give out but Cain asked around and everyone said it shouldnât. One way to find out, isnât there?
The loud ticks and screeching sounds the structure makes only seem to attract Cain further. âWanna make a bet?â he suggests; if heâs about to do something so stupid, he should at least have some fun with it. âYou could time me. Twenty div I make it up and back down in less than ten.â
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She recognizes him from far away; has spent hours burning the shape of him behind her eyelids. Even with her eyes closed, she can find them â Cain and Shotgun. Loss has become her reference point to navigate the world, and vengeance, her compass; their ruin, her North Star.
Vex intends to derail him or spit at him. Rub salt into the wound of shooting too quick. He almost fucked it all up; would have if Gull hadnât been there. Shouldnât you have learned your lesson by now? Vex wants to jeer. Shoot too early and youâll be your own downfall. (That same mistake was what brought Vex to the gangâs lap, wasnât it? And thatâs certainly what they intend to be: Cainâs downfall.)
Instead, Vex scoffs and rolls up the sleeves of their shirt. âNo, I donât want to make a fucking bet. I want to fucking race.â
They conveniently choose not to mention the fact that Vex fully intends to push Cain off the damn thing once theyâre high up enough.
brntideâ:
đđđ: BRONTIDE & OPEN đđđđđ: RAVENâS REST, EEL đđđđ: FEBRUARY 4, 2349 â APPROX. 2:00AM
đđđđđđđđ đđđ đđđđđđđ đđđ đđđđ đ đđđđđđđ, đđđđđđđđ đđđđđ đ đđđ đđđđđđ. It was difficult for them to determine exactly why they still felt so on edge â replaying the events of the heist over and over again, despite walking away from the train with enough divinity to last them weeks and a nod of approval from Jack. It was like they were waiting for the other shoe to drop â for something theyâd missed to come back and bite them, jeopardising their success and tenuous utility within the gang. Though theyâd always been caught up in the past, dwelling this thoroughly on a heist was new â coming with the newfound scrutiny they imagined themselves to be under following their sudden desertion and even more sudden return.
Perhaps it shouldnât have come as a surprise that sleep didnât quickly befall her. Sheâd always been a light sleeper â mind never quite switching all the way off, after years of ensuring she was constantly vigilant and alert. Her sleep had always been plagued by dreams â distortions of the past that sent her tossing and turning and unable to clear them from her mind, even long after sheâd awoken. Tonight, however, Brontide could not even reach this stage â their mind stubbornly refusing to clear even for the few minutes they required to fall into what would surely be a fitful slumber. Seconds stretch into minutes which stretch into hours, and when they next check their watch they find that late night has bled into early morning, and they decide to give up on the fruitless endeavour.
They stalk their way through the halls of RAVENâS REST â ( the inn was quaint, but big enough for the needs of the gang, and the owners hadnât asked many questions yet ), slipping through the entrance and out into the cool night air, breathing it in. EEL was quieter at night â though the odd person or two could still be spotted on the dimly lit streets. It would be almost peaceful were it not for the sounds of patrons stumbling out of the Atlantis down the road following last call â drunken revelry bouncing off the walls and echoing through the streets. The faintest hint of a smile graces Brontideâs face at the sound of the inebriated singing of a familiar tune â but it is gone as quickly as it had came, replaced once again with an impressive impassivity, giving nothing away, even in solitude.Â
They are soon disturbed from their thoughts by the sounds of footsteps approaching, a hand instinctively reaching for the gun on their thigh before they recognise the familiar face, obscured by night, and slowly retract their hand. She eyes the newcomer up and down, letting a long few moments pass before finally speaking â âAnd here I was thinking Iâd be all alone out here at this time of night.â
If there is one thing Vex can trust about the world â one thing she knows will stay true, no matter whose gun is fired or whose stomach finds the bullet â it is that nothing comes easy. Nothing is free. Nothing remains. Sleep doesnât come easily either, not on the nights after a job. She is waiting for the sky to fall, or the inn to be taken over and claimed, along with their lives. Itâs happened before; Vex remembers, and she does not forget.
This is the most dangerous part: when the night is still and all seems at peace. The air is thicker and calmer. It lulls the soft-hearted to sleep.
It leaves Vex uneasy. Their skin crawls, up and down and side to side, and they scratch hard down their arms with what little nails they have left. Success is too easy to trust. Hiding means waiting â means being found â means dying, means losing.
Vex watches the hand that goes to the gun, watches Brontide recede. They wonder if Brontide would pull their hand away if they knew who Vex hired to burn Jack Odyssey down. They wonder if Brontide's ever seen them:Â the bulky, burly asshole who Vex paid with all the divinity they had left.
âDonât be an idiot. No oneâs asleep.â Vex jilts their chin at Atlantis, sound leaking out from its walls. âTheyâre all celebrating. Wasting their money on shitty beer, too.â
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FEBRUARY 5, 2349. THE ATLANTIS. Theyâre not drinking tonight. Never liked the taste of liquor much, and never liked the way it made their limbs feel loose and their chest feel light. But Vex does like the games. The edge of the pool table jabbing into her stomach as she leans over and aims.
Sheâs never been the best shoot, or the best at pool, but when she closes one eye and then the other, imagines Shotgun then Cain then the rest of the Jack Odyssey gang spiraling across the green and falling with a clack! down the rabbit hole â
The 8 ball falls neatly into the corner. Vex straightens, and grins with all her teeth. Stretches the cue stick out until it taps at her opponentâs throat, pushes up against the fleshy part of the chin.
âDouble or nothing?â Vex taunts, eyes flashing.
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FEBRUARY 3, 2349. The evening chill whistles clean through the bone. Itâs quiet. Itâs too late to be awake, but Vex cannot unremember the way Rambler looked at her as she turned away and left him to die. His dark eyes blank and bottomless, unknowable. Her boots clanging against the train with every resolute step away.
If he had died, would she be sound asleep right now? Vex turns the ring on their middle finger â the green one, the one that reminds them of Scales and their abhorrent fondness for lizards.Â
Probably, they think.
They donât realize what theyâre waiting for, leaning against the side of Ravenâs Rest, staring hawk-eyed out into the dark. Only when Rambler arrives does Vex push herself off the wall and step out of the shadows, into the sliver of the moon. She slides Dahliaâs gun out of its holster and aims it at the space between Ramblerâs brows. Itâs always smooth, there; never creased, never wrinkled.
Sheâd like to see a hole clean through it.
âDonât you ever forget it,â Vex says, deep and dark like a river at night, âI coulda killed you then, and I could kill you now. Wouldnât hesitate, either.â
WANTED! DEAD OR ALIVE!
GOES BY THE NAME OF NAOMI BLAESE, AGED 29. USES SHE/THEYÂ PRONOUNS. WORKS UNDER THE JACK ODYSSEY GANG AS A ROBBER. SUGGESTED FACECLAIMS: PAULINA SINGER. CURRENT BOUNTY: âš90,000
TRIGGER WARNING: Death, bloodshed
Your first encounter with the Jack Odyssey gang is just the beginning of your ugly time with them: you hear screams of fear in the lobby of the hotel you and your friends have settled into, after months of trying to find a place to lay claim to without being discovered by The Faith. A bullet shatters the window and misses you just by an inch â youâre quick to scramble to the lobby, only to find Daffodil and Aster held hostage. Theyâre on their knees, snared by the hair, jaws cinched against the steely kiss of the pistols pressed to their cheeks. When you look to see who holds them â who could have found you so soon after settling in? â your stomach drops. You recognize the faces of the infamous Shotgun and Cain immediately, and you recognize the blood-soaked body lying unmoving behind them: Scales, another one of your friends, the barrel of their gun still smoking not even a foot away. You can see Dahlia in your periphery, crouched behind a counter, undetected, but you canât afford to shake your head at her without alerting Cain or Shotgun to their presence. You throw a sharp glance her way in hopes of staying her hand. Itâs futile, as she rounds the corner and buries a bullet in Cainâs shoulder. That is her sole pitiful victory. You choke back your terror as she drops dead before the second shot can land.
You canât run to any of them. You canât breathe. The one who has their weapon trained on you â Shotgun â steps closer. All you can do is stare and try to swallow around the lump in your throat. You ask what they want, and they declare that theyâve laid claim to the nondescript, run-down motel your groupâs been holed up in, on the run from a handful of Revenants â but that your friends fired on them before they made it all the way into town. Daffodil spits insults at the gang, vehemently refusing to surrender the place youâd all been so ready to call home. Theyâre dead within seconds. Aster elbows Cain in the crotch, launching around with a snarl to tackle them to the ground. The gunshot leaves your ears ringing, and you watch as they are swatted aside by the outlaw with a sneer. You can remember standing, or trying to. They ask if youâre going to leave or join them in the grave. You can hear your blood rushing in your ears. You know now that itâs a selfish, dishonorable impulse. You donât even have the voice to answer. You just run, grieving for yourself and your friends in equal measure⌠and they let you.
Now that youâve lost them, all you have is yourself, and thatâs never been good for you. Surviving alongside others and calling them family has made it easy to forget that you at your core will always default to self-preservation. No one cares more for you than you, but they made it easy to believe that you could become someone more loyal. You have no choice but to go back to stabbing backs and cutting corners, and that truth settles over you like a funeral veil. You decide youâve got no other option; if youâre going to go back to cruelty, you might as well commit. You carry your mourning, the grief youâve been heaving under, and you make your way to some of Jack Odysseyâs rivals. Youâd heard them crowing all over Bounty some years prior â theyâre the ones who exacted vicious vengeance upon the ruthless Brontide, or so they say. You pay them with everything you have left in your pockets, and they concoct the plot. Despite their warnings, you insist on being present when they make their move â itâs one last selfless act before you abandon yourself to your true nature. You tuck yourself into a corner, watching with glee and vigor as the Odyssey gang falls into the trap youâve set for them.
But the trap fails. Like the outlaws they are, they fight their way out, shooting any and all in sight. Your proximity to the site only serves to damn you. When Cain finds your hiding spot and says that they recognize you, youâre certain that youâll meet your end. This time, though, you find yourself face to face with Odyssey himself, and for all his famously floundering leadership, heâs clever enough to realize the condemning implication of your presence â you were the one to set the trap. Against all odds, he refrains from putting you down, and contrary to the ruthlessness you witnessed when your friends were wiped out, Jack gives you a choice. You will be spared if youâre able to pay the cost of your crime: the sum of what you paid to their rivals, returned to Jack Odyssey, plus interest. Itâs not mercy so much as practical gain; he clearly thinks thereâs more use to you alive than dead â you havenât proved him wrong. These days, you pull your weight, and you go above and beyond in order to rack up cash for your monumental debt. You couldnât care less about the Odyssey gang, or anyone in it. You know youâll never forgive yourself for choosing your own desire to live over personal retribution â but youâll do everything to show them all just how far out of reach forgiveness truly is.
WITNESS. You have completely different places in the Odyssey. You think of them as a capable individual, who would have so much to offer to the gang if it werenât for the disregard and dismissal they constantly face and their unwillingness to play nice with others. You, on the other hand, go wherever the promise of cash takes you, focused on nothing but paying off your debt and watching the rest of them crumble in its wake. Still, you share the same predicament of being bound to whatever the fuck fate youâve been left with, and so youâve banded together. Youâve promised each other that the moment one of you has a chance to leave the Odyssey in the dust and make a break for it, or the chance to sell the Odyssey gang out, youâll be pulling the other along and leaving together. You have no intention of honoring that promise, but for now, youâll play along and bide your time.
SHOTGUN. You despise them for many reasons, but the biggest one of all is their callous pretense of being the kinder of the two in their dynamic with Cain. What you saw in that hotel as they killed your (albeit new, fair-weather) friends in cold blood for entirely understandable hostility â that wasnât kindness. It was brutality, and theyâre lying to themselves if they pretend otherwise. At least their partner, Cain, embraces their viciousness: they hone it openly and unapologetically. But Shotgun? Theyâd rather slither beneath the grass, disguising their bite beneath the flare of roses. Hypocritical as it is, their cowardice disgusts you, and though youâre keeping your hatred on a tight leash, youâve given them enough of a glimpse for them to know itâs there. You long for the day when you can finally let it loose.
WIDOWER MAY I. For whatever reason, theyâve mistaken you for someone who ought to be taken under their wing, and youâd have given them hell for it if it werenât for all that youâve gained. Committed as most members of the Odyssey are to leaving you the bottom of the barrel in terms of jobs and robberies, Widowerâs mindless endeavor to help you is just about the only venture thatâs shaved a portion off your debt. You havenât thanked them for it, and you have no intention to, but youâve steadily grown less and less hostile in their company. Of all the outlaws you could find yourself in the company of, youâre glad itâs them. If their kindness continues, Widower might just be spared when your reckoning descends upon the Odyssey.
â VEXÂ is currently TAKEN and played by JULIE.

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paulina singer in  dead  of  summer  episode 1,  patience.
âI donât know if I believe in rage as something always acting in opposition to tenderness. I believe, more often, in the two as braided together. Two elements of trying to survive in a world once you have an understanding of that worldâs capacity for violence.â
â Hanif Abdurraqib, from âBoard Up the Doors, Tear Down the Walls,â in A Little Devil in America
Past a certain point, you stop being able to go home. At this point, when you have got this far from where you were from, the thread snaps. The narrative breaks. And you are forced, pastless, motherless, selfless, to invent yourself anew.
The Four Generations of Chang E - Zen Cho
Were you safe?
I was never safe, even when I was most hidden. Even then I was waiting.
âLouise GlĂźck, from Mutable Earth
âIf I have the destruction of something that I once loved to carry with me at all times, isnât it like I still have a companion?â
â Hanif Abdurraqib, from âRumours And The Currency Of Heartbreak,â in They Canât Kill Us Until They Kill Us

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