MOVED TO @hexsided

independent. selective. private. heavily headcanon-based meow skulls from epic games’ fortnite. 

written by chobi. est. 9/26/22.

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 “&– -  Oh, I see! So just an alternate form of greeting! Ha, I see.”   Despite what their more ‘professional’ attire may make it seem, Chaos had no qualms in now returning such with knowledge (IF A BIT AWKWARD DUE TO IT BEING MORE CALCULATED RATHER THAN NATURAL.) Returning fist to side, lax, seconds after.

      There was a chuckle that escaped with the method of clarification, the scientist finding amusement for their OWN REASONS.     “&– -  Meow Skulls….. well, best I return the formality. I’ve gone through…. various titles. Most refer to me as ‘Chaos Agent’, but the whole thing isn’t necessary. Just Chaos is fine.”    However, now with the names laying on the table, Chaos couldn’t help the BUBBLING CURIOISTY that wouldn’t die away (THEY DIDN’T THINK IT WAS OUT OF PLACE // GIVEN THE OTHERS APPEARANCE AND NOW NAME.)

    “&– -  By the way, do you happen to know a Meowscles? Your names are very similar, just think it would be an interesting coincidence if not.”    Of course that wasn’t the ONLY similarities, but the Agent decided to just use that.

she gives a small chuckle when they return the fist bump , getting a little louder when she hears them chuckle out as well . her ear flicks quickly when she catches the name , hands retreating to her pockets .

“ chaos... badass name, dude. “

aaand there it is . it was only a matter of time , really . almost everyone knew her brother ( and fair enough , the man’s great ) , the name and species gave her relation away , though the exact kind unknown .

“ know him? i grew up with him, he’s my brother. part of why i joined this whole thing, actually... well, that, and... “

she stops , her smug smile fading . before shaking her head and returning to normal .

“ just, figured he’d appreciate me being around, maybe. “

Cross remained his silence after their brief discussion on the plan and went about things as he normally does: crossing his arms and waiting ever so patiently for the drops to begin. It was in these moments where he started to recollect his thoughts and focus on the plans and the what-if’s. This island was known for its surprises, hence why there’s always gotta be a backup plan.

His focus dwindled down when a voice rang to him, a slow turn of his head to meet the other’s stare just to give off an awkward atmosphere. Her question wouldn’t even be met with an answer, as all he did was give his cold stare. 

Eventually though…

“ Since the first island, so ‘bout four years. Not accountin’ the extra work outside of this. ”

It was a simple enough answer, and one where it wouldn’t bite him in the ass if he leaked out too much. 

“ four years? damn, i got lucky this time, huh? i mean... my last few duo partners haven’t been.... great. “

the less she needs to say about fennix , the better ...

“ still managed to get a crown or two yesterday though. let’s see if we can keep that up, heh... “

with a smaller lurch and the light creaking of metal and rope , the bus continues to ascend , now moving ahead towards the island as it reaches the halfway point of it’s maximum height . clawed fingers tap away on her knees as she sits in silence , before piping up again .

“ were you one of the ones that got pulled in at random , or did you join for a reason? mainly came here to let off steam from music stuff.... and also to see my brother. “

       ❛   lie   still.   you'll   exacerbate   your   wounds   moving   like   that.   ❜

       easier said than done   ;   nora is no nurse, but neither is she a stranger to carnage and bloodshed   —   or rather, the care in wake of their aftermath, after she lays her silenced barrel to rest and emerges from overgrown foliage like a shadow.   meow skull’s preferred method of bloodsport is all too—familiar nora fears, insisting they keep moving, encumbered by injury, instead of lying to rest.   now, nora prepares an antiseptic bandage by coating a layer of gauze in the otherwordly green glow of her med—mist, forgoing her own trauma by tearing part of the pinstripe cloth around her ankle to create an improvised tourniquet for herself   (   certainly no poplin fabric, but it will have to do   ).

       five chrome—plated points reflect a glimmer of light as nora unfastens her camera case, empties its contents, and hastily wipes it against her thigh, turning it badge—side down.   her cohort’s lacerations appear deep   ;   applying medical aid will not be painless.   nora extends the leather case to meow skulls’ fangs.   ❛   bite down,   ❜   spoken like an offer rather than an order, but with enough firmness in her tone that says   ‘   i know what i’m doing.   ’,   ❛   this is going to sting.   ❜

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her head snaps up , remembering her companion now ... she stops to hiss in pain again before she can turn to see her , settling for just sitting and listening to what she said . her eyebrows rise as she sees the human tear apart the cloth , then when the leather is offered to her . ‘’ this is going to sting .... ‘’

“ ...i don’t have a choice in this, do i? “

      “&– -  ….It’s not animal testing if they are a bipedal goat wearing a crop top and actively enjoy harming themselves and others to see what happens, right? Right.”      They are excitedly tapping fingers at the SIGHT of the NEW ARRIVAL.

“ they.... they put WHO in the loop?? “

‘ Today is gonna be one of the worst. ’

A thought that’s been crossing through his head since the moment he noticed that his usual round of partners weren’t around. What he got instead was one of the new combatants ; presumably someone just fresh to the battle as a whole. He didn’t fucking ask to be on babysitting duty.

Nothing but silent groans came out of him as he made his way to the bus and took his seat at his usual spot, keeping his gaze glued onto the window with the hope that maybe, just maybe, this new teammate of his would miss the bus and he can continue doing this on his own. 

Things don’t go his way though.

The red-cladded man would spare a glance when presented with a question and a map of the island, lifting his head up to her just for a moment until he glanced down and pointed his finger on the paper.

“ Rocky Reels. It’s a pit, but it’s got some pretty good starting gear an’ vantage points t’ turn a whole fight around. ” His finger soon trails westwards and then upwards on the map, circling around the two nearest named locations. “ After we clear house, we rotate to either Greasy or Tilted… but that all depends on if ‘ya pull your own weight. ”

His finger was taken off the map shortly afterwards. It’s all about first impressions here, and if she can prove herself in a fight, then they’re sure to get a victory.

she gives an impressed nod at his answer , the way he describes things , he’s surely been doing this for awhile . a veteran of the loop ... and then he makes that comment as he finishes up that earns him a glare and the disappearance of the smile on her face . ‘’ spikes ‘’ was turning out to be a good nickname for him ,  with how much of a prick he was shaping up to be . but hey , maybe it won’t be so bad , don’t go being a prick back just yet ...

“ so-- “

she starts , but then stops as the bus lurches lightly , as it begins slowly ascending up into the air ... then just as quickly as she stopped , she starts again .

“ so... you know your stuff, clearly. how long you been looping? “