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@ofrevolvtions
A dependent rp blog for armageddonfm. penned by Erin.
MUSES.
Bastian Rivas ( Pedro Pascal ) | he/him. | Unaffiliated construction worker in SECTOR THREE, mutant with EMPATHY INTRO
IN-22571 / Bandit ( Rocket Raccoon / Kingsley Ben-Adir ) | they/them/he/him. | Mechanic in SECTOR SEVEN affiliated with the MONTELL SYNDICATE, mutant with RACCOON PHYSIOLOGY and TECHNOPATHY INTRO
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The Ash had subsided enough that others were moving about normally which made Lou relax in the sense that she wouldn't accidentally give herself away, but made her nervous about what damage had been done in the meantime to make things...unsafe. Of course, this type of anxiety she was intimately familiar with already.
"Probably only a practical purpose for our extra curriculars but...I got bored so," she held up the bullet and examined it before handing it over to Bandit. It was harmless in a sense. Really just a tranquilizer dart with some extra flair but it would make any shot look very real to someone watching.
To say Bandit was over the ash storm would have been an understatement. They liked their freedom to roam the whole safe zone to their liking, so being trapped within the walls or forced to put on a super suit to keep out the radiation and ash was not on his top ten list of ways he liked to spend his time.
So thank fuck that was over. Bandit was more than eager to move on to bigger and better things, which included the object that Lou was handing over. As they took it from her they turned it over carefully, analyzing. "That is one way to spend the time locked indoors," Bandit muses out loud, though clearly they agree that the time was well spent. "Scare tactics?"
Leo gives a shake of his head, an attempt at dismissing the concern. "Just uh- not sure I'm the most useful in situations like these, you know? But it's fine - I'm sure the storm will pass soon enough," he says quietly, not quite sure who he's trying to convince, Bastian or himself. His gaze shifts back to the rest of the shelter, yard away further up the tunnel, some residents puttering about tending to their assigned tasks. He wondered how many others were also in his current position, feeling aimless and counting the days to when they could get back above ground and back to normalcy.
Concern flashes across Leo's face for a brief moment as he looks at the stack of wood and metal, he follows Bastian's hand and tentatively picks up a smaller rod and extends passes it over, a mild grimace on his face. "I think it wasn't this bad last time we were down here, but I hear that more residents have to shelter here this time with all the radiation." He gives a small tired sigh before a thought strikes him, "I- I don't think I've asked before, but you don't have abilities that help with radiation? I think most folks I know in construction have some sort of resistance."
"Me either, really," Bastian admits, his shoulders rising and falling. Sure, he is relatively skilled when it comes to construction work and repairs around town, but beyond that? Bastian wasn't made for this kind of world. He was made for softer, kinder. Not a place where every day brought new horrors and something else to have to survive through.
Focusing on the task at hand, he's only half listening when Leo goes on to inquire about his abilities. These days almost everyone has something, though some of those afflictions are easier to hide from the public eye. "Oh - I uh, no. Or I suppose I've never risked testing the possibility," Bastian says, a flicker of a smile touching his lips briefly at the attempted humor. How else did one determine if they were somehow protected from the radiation? He didn't like to think about it. "I suppose I'd rather be safe than sorry. What about you?"
soren shakes his head. "morse code." at least this time the words seem to come out without any interference; he doesn't feel any zapping coming from the device. "a friend gave this to me to help me get around the city. turns out most people don't—bzzt—don't—bzzt—" he whacks it again. "—don't know how to use it." that doesn't surprise him much, though... neither had he before he met monty. perhaps too trusting for his own good, soren unwinds the device from his arm and hands it over with a nod. he can't communicate as easily now, but he's gotten along enough before. worst comes to worst, he still has his communicator.
"Morse code?" It comes out somewhat more incredulous than Bandit wants, but it simply is the fact of the matter. Certainly it wasn't what he was expecting. Who used Morse code these days? Other than the whole dot dot dot dash dash dash dot dot dot or whatever it was being S-O-S, Bandit knew fuck all about it themselves. But hey, to each their own.
Bandit's eyes flick between the sputtering device and the other's face, skeptical. As nice as the device was for Soren's purposes of communication, it didn't seem all together that reliable. Bandit wondered, somewhere in the back of their mind, what it was like to just hand something over so easily. Especially something like this, a device that made it so that communication was facilitated between the archaic nonsense of Morse code and your typical, every day English.
Their attention quickly turns to the device in their hands as it's passed over, mumbling to themselves as they putz around with it. "Ah, so it just --... and then you...-well this doesn't seem ---why would they have done that?..."
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"i hope you don't mind my saying so, but you look like you've been busy. lots of repairs to be done?"
The air had finally cleared, some semblance of normalcy returning to Sol City - and yet Bastian was certainly not short of work. He had been moving from one thing to the next when Santiago had spoken, and he flashed the other a brief smile. "I would say it's always busy, but the past week or so especially. I suppose it is to be expected given the...weather? We've been having..."
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"umm..." fins brings a hand up to his chin ( sort of ) as he thinks. "i don't really know how it works. she looks like a regular girl to me, but she says she's green." he can't see colors, so that doesn't make any difference to him. if he could remember what green had looked like... that one time he had been human... maybe he would have appreciated it more. unfortunately, the memories are in black in white. he just can't process that kind of information... like this. "...can you see the color green?" as per usual, bandit seems to have all the answers; it's nice to have someone around that he feels he can count on. "maybe you're right. that would make sense, wouldn't it? maybe we could get something to eat first... that would be fun, right?" he's trying to convince himself more than he is them.
"Umm..." Bandit spoke, thoughtful for a moment. "That's...she's green?" Come to think of it, Bandit supposed they didn't even know what color your 'typical' person was - just all varying shades of the same something or other, they'd assumed. "Of course I can ---- well. Actually." Bandit's paw cupped their chin, thoughtful. "I guess maybe not? I dunno, man. Colors were always hard, they're all so similar, ya know?" Or was that not how it was for most people? "Anyway, anyway, the point is - if you like her, then that's all that matters, right?"
Their head bobs in agreement as Fins goes on to describe a dinner along with Bandit's suggestion of visiting the square. "Sure, yeah - a nice dinner always goes a long way, definitely. Dinner and a little walk around the square - sounds fuckin' lovely, if you ask me. Just uh - be careful if ya try to kiss her, will ya? I mean, like - you know. Teeth." Their paws gesture towards their snout, before waving through the air like an attempt to wave off the thought. "Yeah, yeah...you know."
"this?" the device spits out as soren points to it, brow arched. "someone made it for me. it attaches around my arm and translates speech for me. i can't hear." he doesn't know much about how the technology operates, only that it seems to work for him. it's a much easier way to communicate than the alternative. most people in the city, it seems, can't communicate in morse code.
"You always have it? Or you know like, sign language or somethin' else to communicate before someone made it for ya?" Bandit inquires, obviously rather curious about the device. He could fuck with it, probably. Make Soren's life a little more difficult just for the hell of it. But who knew what else Soren was hiding...and how much did Bandit really care?
"Think I could see it?" They finally inquire. "I could probably make it work even better for ya if you wanted. What's it missing?"
"i've never been before," he says, nodding. fins isn't one to note anything snide unless it's expected—once he trusts someone, he'll dismiss just about anything, laughter and all. "i've never been to the square, either. do you really think she would like it? she's, um... she's made of plants." maybe the added context will change things, he doesn't know—maybe that will make her appreciate it more.
Of course Fins didn't recognize Bandit's teasing, he has too big and soft of a heart. It almost makes them feel guilty for trying to tease - almost.
"She's...made of plants?" Bandit repeats, cocking their head thoughtfully as they considered what that could possibly mean. "How exactly does that work?" Obviously being the two of them, it wasn't as if this came as a startling surprise; their world wasn't just comprised of your average human anymore. But he still had to wonder what it meant for a person to be made of plants. It sounded rather interesting... Color them intrigued, at least.
"Hell, that seems to me like she'd like it even more, then, right? Like, she has a whole thing for 'em. A personal connection."
The idea hadn't occurred to Leo, that he wasn't the only one around out of his depth, and it somehow makes him feel a little better for not having made much progress with the materials he was given. "Well then good thing you're here to save the day then."
A blank look washes across Leo's face as he considers the question. How has he been holding up? His eyes eventually make their way back to Bastian, expression still somewhere at a middle distance. "I've been better, I think. But trying to keep busy and helpful keeps me from spiralling too much." He hopes that's true at least. Maybe he's already gone off the deep end and just hasn't realized it yet. Hard to say after his encounter the other day with the beast. Maybe he was eaten after all and this is all just purgatory.
He shakes the thought from his head, hoping it isn't too obvious that his mind went on a bit of a detour. "I sure hope so, Bas. I don't think I can keep fumbling around down here for much longer. But how've you been? Seems like you're in good spirits like always."
"Well, I'm not too sure about that." He doubts he can save much of this day in any way that truly matters, but building a protective shelter is at least within his wheelhouse of abilities.
He has already started getting to work, but what Leo says makes him pause and glance back over at him. "Oh?" His brows pull together, a crease of concern forming between them. "That doesn't sound so good." But he doesn't want to pry for more information too much - it isn't any of his business, of course.
After a minute he gestures for one of the materials out of his reach, but within Leo's, thinking maybe a change of subject was in order. "Can you pass me that?" As he continues his work, his head bobs slightly in agreement. "I agree. I suppose by now I should be used to the underground and confined quarters, but it still doesn't sit particularly well with me for long stretches of time..."
"Now that you're here I can be less stressed," he replied, furrow still deep between his brows. Leo did feel a sense of relief now that he was in Bastian's company, someone with actual expertise in this line of work. He wanted to help, really, but he was just so out of his depth.
"Someone decided that since I design buildings, that I could probably help build temporary structures too... But people just keep handing me things and walking away." Leo places one end of the strut down on the ground like he's holding a sad silver staff, and pinches the bridge of his nose. He was less anxious at this point, more tired from the amount of effort exerted in thinking about where brackets and anchors might need to be affixed. "Anyway, I started a pile of stuff in the corner that I can't figure out what to do with."
As Leo goes on to explain his predicament, Bastian tries his best to suppress his amusement at the whole ordeal. After all, it is clear it has distressed Leo to some extent. But the whole idea of people assuming 'Eh, this guy probably knows whats up', handing him supplies, and disappearing does tell a rather entertaining story in his head. "Well, that only makes it all the more clear that they also didn't know what they were doing," Bastian says as he assesses the various pieces that had been put in Leo's care.
"How have you been holding up, otherwise?" Bastian inquires as he picks through the supplies, the end goal already coming to fruition in his head. It's fairly straightforward - but only if you knew what you were dealing with. "Do you think this storm will let up any time soon?"
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before any computerized speech, soren offers a shrug. "here and there," comes shortly after. "most of my work is in repairs, not sales." presumably there are people interested in that, but he's not one of them. it takes a certain kind of person. "i have other things i do, if that's what you mean. work is just one part of my day."
"Right, right," Bandit murmurs, head bobbing up and down as the device translates speech, but his attention has become solely focused on that now instead of the line of conversation. "Now where did ya get that, anyway?" They inquire, waving a hand towards it. It's a fancy little piece of tech, that much is for sure, and Bandit is tempted to get his grubby little paws on it and see how it ticks - after all, there ain't all that much to do with the weather raging outside...
"um... her name's azalea. i met her a little while back. we went to the library together." bandit does have a point though—he doesn't know much of anything to do around the city. most of that is because he's never tried to go anywhere. the few places he has... well, alone it's just never seemed to go his way. a lot of panic seems to be the general response to his presence. not her, though. the thought had never even occurred to her. he's been thinking about that a lot lately. if he could blush, he would be blushing. "...i took her to get, um, drinks. we went to the vending machines for them." not exactly the usual kind of date, or drinks, but he isn't brave enough to risk a real establishment. the library alone had been a very big step. "i don't know what else to do, but i'm sure there's something."
"You went to the library together," Bandit repeats, their voice stifling a chuckle at the ridiculousness of the statement. "That's...sweet." And it was, in a strange sort of way. It wasn't as if Fins had any real opportunity to put himself out there, so to hear that some girl was making his heart flutter - even in a mundane sort of hang out he described, was nice. Bandit had to wonder, though, if this Azalea considered it all a date, too. "Damn, you're really putting it all on the line there. Good for you, big boy," Bandit jests, winging playfully at him. "But really. I dunno. Maybe you could take her to the city square. I hear chicks dig the plants and greenery - or the illusion of it, anyway."
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Leo knew buildings and structures, but he would never consider himself a handyman, let alone someone who knew construction. Making sure things were actually built properly was too much pressure, but in these trying times, everyone was being asked to go beyond their usual ken. "Bastian! Oh thank god you're here, I don't know what I'm supposed to do with this strut, and I'm hoping you do," he holds up the meter-long piece of metal, an expression of concern and exasperation carved into his face.
This storm was starting to wear on Bastian. Never would he have thought he'd wish for the days from only a month ago, where at least he could step outside and feel the sun touch his skin. Sure, there were other problems to sort through in their little bubble of a universe, but it was still measurably better than having to wear a gas mask to even leave the enclosure of a building.
Still, he perked up the slightest bit as Leo called out to him, giving the other a soft smile as he assessed the situation he found himself in. He could feel the frustration pouring off of Leo and he lifted a hand to wave it through the air as if he were able to clear away the concerns. "I'm sure I could help you figure it out. Nothing to be stressed over, Leo." He turned his gaze to the project in question, assessing as he asked another question - or more of a friendly jest. "How'd you get yourself into this mess?"
"i find that people too often underestimate themselves. it's never too late to learn something new," he offers, a warm smile on his face. "but there's nothing wrong with dreams, either. as long as you're satisfied with where you are, that's the important thing. even if you don't get a position, maybe they can offer some advice—people and their experiences are the one resource we've never run out of." momentarily setting a hand on bastian's shoulder, santiago nods. "i think you're right. empanadas are an excellent choice—my daughter loves them, too. of course, i think she would say that about anything she ate. she has quite the appetite." withdrawing his hand, he continues, "it's been wonderful meeting you, bastian. maybe i'll see you around again sometime."
A slow smile develops on his lips as Santiago goes on, sparking something in him that feels as if it's been dormant for some time now. A tiny glimmer of hope, maybe? He can't be certain, but it feels nice, being reassured that there was something worth living for - dreaming about.
He nods in agreement, clearing his throat. "Pleasure is all mine. Thank you."
END
"You make a good point but seeing how important my job was they wouldn't just carelessly throw me to the wolves," he said, at least that's what he was hoping for at least. But knowing this place? Anything could happen and he'd have to deal with the consequences. "I don't think anyone does, sooner or later stockholm syndrome'll kick in"
Bastian tips his head ever so slightly, curious. "What is it you do, typically?" It must be something to do with going outside, perhaps even beyond the borders. He didn't wish to be in that position himself; not even a little. But to each their own - he wasn't wrong, people willing to do that were rather important to their survival. "I'm sure there is still plenty that could be done around here if you were looking for somewhere to help out, but I'd take the time off happily if it were given to me."
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"Eugh—what the fuck?" Morrigan shouts through the muffle of his ash mask. He grabs a broom and with shaking hands (what if it has rabies) he begins to wave it towards the creature, "GET! SHOO!" he shouts, as scarily as he can.
Would it be the first time someone waved a random object such as a broom in their direction and treated them like scum beneath their boot? Nah. But Bandit had half a mind to make it the last. "Fuck off, cub scout. I ain't some run-of-the-mill vermin. You new 'round here or something?"
thankfully, soren's new device is doubly helpful—it translates the speech it hears to text he can read. it's not always entirely accurate, and in the storm the interference has been increased, but here in the workshop it seems to get the job done. "some old friends of mine got me into it, actually," his reader speaks for him, a little more refined now. less robotic. "the market isn't so big here, no, but enough to keep me busy." a little defensively, he adds, "they're masterpiece enough, i think. takes a lot to keep them working, under the circumstances."
Bandit makes a noise, something like a snort, as the device speaks for the other. Masterpiece enough, sure. But there were far more interesting things to work on in Sol City. Like that contraption that listened and spoke for him, for instance. "You got any buyers of late? Anything else you're interested in workin' on?"
