TRICKSTER!

     #ILLUSIONAGE; private, selective, independent elliott ‘mirage’ witt from respawn’s apex legends. canon divergent. penned by rio, he/they, 19, student. est. march 2020.

if you want my discord, u can add me @ rio!#0298. we can have a discord server together since i still write mirage on discord!

i’m also on this blog over here right now! he has an apex verse!

misc sentence starters.

    well, that’s not what you want to hear when you’re caught in a corner with four teams all focused on them, for whatever reason. mirage stares at crypto, who is sat up against the wall, knees tucked to his chest, gripping his little fidget - remote - control thing. but there’s no screen in front of him, and as mirage checks his map, he realizes that their enemies are not lit up like they typically are whenever crypto’s in drone mode.

    shit. they had destroyed hack. well, they have four teams focused on them, no ammo, and no idea where everyone is! lovely match, really.

He stared patiently for the engineer. As if it were really any SURPRISE he might call Mirage anything in the skinbag’s own bar. A very slight tilt of his head, a dip that made the steady glow of his gaze just a little more DANGEROUS at Mirage’s word of warning.

But the simulacrum must have really wanted that drink, because he didn’t say anything, and neither did he reach across the counter to grab Mirage by the collar in a split second like he normally might have. It wasn’t until the other Legend’s mumbling that Revenant responded, “Think MY OLD FRIENDS at Hammond would build you a new tongue if I cut yours out?” As per usual it was very difficult to tell exactly how much or how little he might have been joking.

His gaze shifted then to regard the ingredients Mirage was pulling together. Red wine. Not a bad start. He might have preferred white wine once, but not anymore. He hoped the engineer KNEW BETTER than to make him sangria, though - too sweet. “Is this the one you have in mind for me?” He wondered if a drink based on him and a drink Mirage would serve him if he could actually drink it were the same thing.

    mirage was busy for a moment as he considered the bottle of red wine he had picked up - rioja wine. yeah, he could probably toss that and some coca - cola together over some ice, add a bit of lemon and lime... bam. that worked, and minimal material wasting for the scary murder bot that couldn’t drink but was still demanding a drink. it was only then that he stopped tuning out revenant’s grating voice and came back to the lovely message of hammond building a new tongue.

    “ uh. i’d prefer to stay not? tongueless, so let’s, uh - ” an awkward laugh. “ i don’t think they’d be too interested in that, so let’s not try it. ” right. he forgot the most important part of working any type of job that interacts with customers: the customer was always right. and you didn’t backtalk to the customs in case they threaten to cut your tongue out.