Hot, Traumatized Supervillain (the best kind)

*he seems weirdly stiff/still, hes not moving much*

-@an-angel-offical

*looking away*

hm? is something wrong?

*shakes head*

And-and my name’s not Villy.

i know but it also irritates you :3 & you havent told me your name

(angels are very slow aging & if saavi ages faster then that dynamic will be returned soonish, how long does it take savi to age a year mentally/physically now since hes immortal now? for angels its normal human aging up to 7 then aging up a year every 2951 years)

Well fine! Don’t-don’t believe me then!

*pauses, mutters*

*he seems weirdly stiff/still, hes not moving much*

-@an-angel-offical

*looking away*

hm? is something wrong?

*shakes head*

And-and my name’s not Villy.

i know but it also irritates you :3 & you havent told me your name

(angels are very slow aging & if saavi ages faster then that dynamic will be returned soonish, how long does it take savi to age a year mentally/physically now since hes immortal now? for angels its normal human aging up to 7 then aging up a year every 2951 years)

Well fine! Don’t-don’t believe me then!

*pauses, mutters*

*he seems weirdly stiff/still, hes not moving much*

-@an-angel-offical

*looking away*

hm? is something wrong?

*shakes head*

And-and my name’s not Villy.

i know but it also irritates you :3 & you havent told me your name

(angels are very slow aging & if saavi ages faster then that dynamic will be returned soonish, how long does it take savi to age a year mentally/physically now since hes immortal now? for angels its normal human aging up to 7 then aging up a year every 2951 years)

Well fine! Don’t-don’t believe me then!

*pauses, mutters*

*he seems weirdly stiff/still, hes not moving much*

-@an-angel-offical

*looking away*

hm? is something wrong?

*shakes head*

And-and my name’s not Villy.

i know but it also irritates you :3 & you havent told me your name

(angels are very slow aging & if saavi ages faster then that dynamic will be returned soonish, how long does it take savi to age a year mentally/physically now since hes immortal now? for angels its normal human aging up to 7 then aging up a year every 2951 years)

Well fine! Don’t-don’t believe me then!

*pauses, mutters*

*he seems weirdly stiff/still, hes not moving much*

-@an-angel-offical

*looking away*

hm? is something wrong?

*shakes head*

And-and my name’s not Villy.

i know but it also irritates you :3 & you havent told me your name

(angels are very slow aging & if saavi ages faster then that dynamic will be returned soonish, how long does it take savi to age a year mentally/physically now since hes immortal now? for angels its normal human aging up to 7 then aging up a year every 2951 years)

Well fine! Don’t-don’t believe me then!

*pauses, mutters*

Hey Savi. Still lookin’ for Lain?

@cia-offical

*startled, looks up*

*blinks*

Oh, hey, Cain. I…uh…more looking for a way in to the ERA but-u-uh-

I’m going to rest soon-

*closes his computer*

How are you?

*takes a swig strait from the bottle*

*raises an eyebrow*

*takes another sip, then sighs*

*dully*

Oh, yknow.

*takes another drink before continuing*

Just- just every fucking time with my boss! And then I ran into Elliot again at the park because of course I fucking did-

*drinks again, this time a much larger sip*

Oh, and even better? I saw my coworker there. Elliot knows my coworker now. And there’s no way 02 isn’t suspicious of him. Isn’t that just great? The entire point of keeping my work and here separated is literally unraveling before my eyes. May as well go tell my boss and the rest of the community myself where I’ve been the past few months and that I’m not actually technically kidnapped and could leave at any time! May as well tell them fucking everything while I’m at it, too—

*cuts itself off and takes a long swig from the wine bottle. It slams it down on the shelf, half glaring at the bottle, half just staring off distantly*

You saw your boss again-?

And Elliot-?

*shakes head, deciding now is not the time*

I-I’m sorry-

I wish Elliot would just quit fucking meddling, I never took him for this much of an idiot honestly. But…but we’ll figure it out, alright? It’ll all be alright!

*glances at the wine bottle*

Uh-

But I mean-

I mean-

I don’t even—I hardly feel like myself these days. I mean, just when I went to get this stupid bottle- I-

*looks away from the bottle with a harsh exhale*

I used the ID of someone I’d killed at that bar. You remember that? Right, well, I wasn’t exactly subtle with anything I did there and I didn’t destroy any evidence so…

*trails off for a moment, tapping its fingers on the bottle neck*

A woman recognised the person I was disguised as but she knew the person I was was dead. Mistake number one. She followed me out of the store and I didn’t even realise. Mistake number two. I stopped in an alley to take the disguise off and have a smoke and she saw. Confronted me.

*another pause. This time, it’s almost entirely still*

I.. slit her throat. Well, vocal cords and probably some other things. Just so she would stop screaming. And then I left her there. I—I’ve never done that before- I don’t- I don’t even know if she was actually dead, I mean, I’m sure she is now, but

*trails off, looking haunted*

Cain-

*shakes head*

Things have been crazy. A-a lot lot of that’s on me. I died and then we nearly killed each other. I-I came back and captured you-

Then whatever you and Elliot have going on-

*quickly*

I didn’t mean that in any way!

And the whole night at the bar was-

Uh-

Yeah.

*a bit heated*

Plus your boss is an evil son of a bitch who I am going to torture one day, give him a taste of his own medicine and what he deserves but until then you just keep going back to him and getting more hurt and depressed and discouraged.

*sighs*

I mean, even when they almost scrapped me in the late nineties I still had my shit together better than this. Pressure doesn’t really have anything to do with it.

*pauses*

I-yeah-that makes sense-

*slams his computer down hard*

*looks at all the ids with wide eyes*

I can’t use any of these anymore.

*gestures to the stack*

*takes the IDs and starts breaking them, then tossing them back onto the dresser*

*teleports away, then comes back in a minute*

*follows*

But like

I was still in there

I-uh-

D-do you want to go kill someone or get chocolate cookies or alcohol or bribe someone or bicker or insult me a ton or rob a bank or set fire to important irreplaceable property or-

*sarcastically*

Please can I-

*trying to avoid saying ‘help’*

I-

Y-you already told me you weren’t fine-

So I know that’s a lie-

Y-you-

You can’t-

You can’t think of anything, anything I can do?

*puts his hands in his pockets to appear nonchalant though he is clearly chalant at the moment*

*reiterates*

You’re not, and I-I don’t! I can’t-

*cuts off*

*turns away*

Well that’s not really getting anywhere-

Cain, you literally just-just came into my room to tell me how you were-were not fine!

*icily*

Alright-

Goodnight, Cain. I-I hope things get better in the morning.

Hey Savi. Still lookin’ for Lain?

@cia-offical

*startled, looks up*

*blinks*

Oh, hey, Cain. I…uh…more looking for a way in to the ERA but-u-uh-

I’m going to rest soon-

*closes his computer*

How are you?

*takes a swig strait from the bottle*

*raises an eyebrow*

*takes another sip, then sighs*

*dully*

Oh, yknow.

*takes another drink before continuing*

Just- just every fucking time with my boss! And then I ran into Elliot again at the park because of course I fucking did-

*drinks again, this time a much larger sip*

Oh, and even better? I saw my coworker there. Elliot knows my coworker now. And there’s no way 02 isn’t suspicious of him. Isn’t that just great? The entire point of keeping my work and here separated is literally unraveling before my eyes. May as well go tell my boss and the rest of the community myself where I’ve been the past few months and that I’m not actually technically kidnapped and could leave at any time! May as well tell them fucking everything while I’m at it, too—

*cuts itself off and takes a long swig from the wine bottle. It slams it down on the shelf, half glaring at the bottle, half just staring off distantly*

You saw your boss again-?

And Elliot-?

*shakes head, deciding now is not the time*

I-I’m sorry-

I wish Elliot would just quit fucking meddling, I never took him for this much of an idiot honestly. But…but we’ll figure it out, alright? It’ll all be alright!

*glances at the wine bottle*

Uh-

But I mean-

I mean-

I don’t even—I hardly feel like myself these days. I mean, just when I went to get this stupid bottle- I-

*looks away from the bottle with a harsh exhale*

I used the ID of someone I’d killed at that bar. You remember that? Right, well, I wasn’t exactly subtle with anything I did there and I didn’t destroy any evidence so…

*trails off for a moment, tapping its fingers on the bottle neck*

A woman recognised the person I was disguised as but she knew the person I was was dead. Mistake number one. She followed me out of the store and I didn’t even realise. Mistake number two. I stopped in an alley to take the disguise off and have a smoke and she saw. Confronted me.

*another pause. This time, it’s almost entirely still*

I.. slit her throat. Well, vocal cords and probably some other things. Just so she would stop screaming. And then I left her there. I—I’ve never done that before- I don’t- I don’t even know if she was actually dead, I mean, I’m sure she is now, but

*trails off, looking haunted*

Cain-

*shakes head*

Things have been crazy. A-a lot lot of that’s on me. I died and then we nearly killed each other. I-I came back and captured you-

Then whatever you and Elliot have going on-

*quickly*

I didn’t mean that in any way!

And the whole night at the bar was-

Uh-

Yeah.

*a bit heated*

Plus your boss is an evil son of a bitch who I am going to torture one day, give him a taste of his own medicine and what he deserves but until then you just keep going back to him and getting more hurt and depressed and discouraged.

*sighs*

I mean, even when they almost scrapped me in the late nineties I still had my shit together better than this. Pressure doesn’t really have anything to do with it.

*pauses*

I-yeah-that makes sense-

*slams his computer down hard*

*looks at all the ids with wide eyes*

I can’t use any of these anymore.

*gestures to the stack*

*takes the IDs and starts breaking them, then tossing them back onto the dresser*

*teleports away, then comes back in a minute*

*follows*

But like

I was still in there

I-uh-

D-do you want to go kill someone or get chocolate cookies or alcohol or bribe someone or bicker or insult me a ton or rob a bank or set fire to important irreplaceable property or-

*sarcastically*

Please can I-

*trying to avoid saying ‘help’*

I-

Y-you already told me you weren’t fine-

So I know that’s a lie-

Y-you-

You can’t-

You can’t think of anything, anything I can do?

*puts his hands in his pockets to appear nonchalant though he is clearly chalant at the moment*

*reiterates*

You’re not, and I-I don’t! I can’t-

*cuts off*

*turns away*

Well that’s not really getting anywhere-

Cain, you literally just-just came into my room to tell me how you were-were not fine!

*icily*

Alright-

Goodnight, Cain. I-I hope things get better in the morning.

Hey Savi. Still lookin’ for Lain?

@cia-offical

*startled, looks up*

*blinks*

Oh, hey, Cain. I…uh…more looking for a way in to the ERA but-u-uh-

I’m going to rest soon-

*closes his computer*

How are you?

*takes a swig strait from the bottle*

*raises an eyebrow*

*takes another sip, then sighs*

*dully*

Oh, yknow.

*takes another drink before continuing*

Just- just every fucking time with my boss! And then I ran into Elliot again at the park because of course I fucking did-

*drinks again, this time a much larger sip*

Oh, and even better? I saw my coworker there. Elliot knows my coworker now. And there’s no way 02 isn’t suspicious of him. Isn’t that just great? The entire point of keeping my work and here separated is literally unraveling before my eyes. May as well go tell my boss and the rest of the community myself where I’ve been the past few months and that I’m not actually technically kidnapped and could leave at any time! May as well tell them fucking everything while I’m at it, too—

*cuts itself off and takes a long swig from the wine bottle. It slams it down on the shelf, half glaring at the bottle, half just staring off distantly*

You saw your boss again-?

And Elliot-?

*shakes head, deciding now is not the time*

I-I’m sorry-

I wish Elliot would just quit fucking meddling, I never took him for this much of an idiot honestly. But…but we’ll figure it out, alright? It’ll all be alright!

*glances at the wine bottle*

Uh-

But I mean-

I mean-

I don’t even—I hardly feel like myself these days. I mean, just when I went to get this stupid bottle- I-

*looks away from the bottle with a harsh exhale*

I used the ID of someone I’d killed at that bar. You remember that? Right, well, I wasn’t exactly subtle with anything I did there and I didn’t destroy any evidence so…

*trails off for a moment, tapping its fingers on the bottle neck*

A woman recognised the person I was disguised as but she knew the person I was was dead. Mistake number one. She followed me out of the store and I didn’t even realise. Mistake number two. I stopped in an alley to take the disguise off and have a smoke and she saw. Confronted me.

*another pause. This time, it’s almost entirely still*

I.. slit her throat. Well, vocal cords and probably some other things. Just so she would stop screaming. And then I left her there. I—I’ve never done that before- I don’t- I don’t even know if she was actually dead, I mean, I’m sure she is now, but

*trails off, looking haunted*

Cain-

*shakes head*

Things have been crazy. A-a lot lot of that’s on me. I died and then we nearly killed each other. I-I came back and captured you-

Then whatever you and Elliot have going on-

*quickly*

I didn’t mean that in any way!

And the whole night at the bar was-

Uh-

Yeah.

*a bit heated*

Plus your boss is an evil son of a bitch who I am going to torture one day, give him a taste of his own medicine and what he deserves but until then you just keep going back to him and getting more hurt and depressed and discouraged.

*sighs*

I mean, even when they almost scrapped me in the late nineties I still had my shit together better than this. Pressure doesn’t really have anything to do with it.

*pauses*

I-yeah-that makes sense-

*slams his computer down hard*

*looks at all the ids with wide eyes*

I can’t use any of these anymore.

*gestures to the stack*

*takes the IDs and starts breaking them, then tossing them back onto the dresser*

*teleports away, then comes back in a minute*

*follows*

But like

I was still in there

I-uh-

D-do you want to go kill someone or get chocolate cookies or alcohol or bribe someone or bicker or insult me a ton or rob a bank or set fire to important irreplaceable property or-

*sarcastically*

Please can I-

*trying to avoid saying ‘help’*

I-

Y-you already told me you weren’t fine-

So I know that’s a lie-

Y-you-

You can’t-

You can’t think of anything, anything I can do?

*puts his hands in his pockets to appear nonchalant though he is clearly chalant at the moment*

*reiterates*

You’re not, and I-I don’t! I can’t-

*cuts off*

*turns away*

Well that’s not really getting anywhere-

Cain, you literally just-just came into my room to tell me how you were-were not fine!

Hey Savi. Still lookin’ for Lain?

@cia-offical

*startled, looks up*

*blinks*

Oh, hey, Cain. I…uh…more looking for a way in to the ERA but-u-uh-

I’m going to rest soon-

*closes his computer*

How are you?

*takes a swig strait from the bottle*

*raises an eyebrow*

*takes another sip, then sighs*

*dully*

Oh, yknow.

*takes another drink before continuing*

Just- just every fucking time with my boss! And then I ran into Elliot again at the park because of course I fucking did-

*drinks again, this time a much larger sip*

Oh, and even better? I saw my coworker there. Elliot knows my coworker now. And there’s no way 02 isn’t suspicious of him. Isn’t that just great? The entire point of keeping my work and here separated is literally unraveling before my eyes. May as well go tell my boss and the rest of the community myself where I’ve been the past few months and that I’m not actually technically kidnapped and could leave at any time! May as well tell them fucking everything while I’m at it, too—

*cuts itself off and takes a long swig from the wine bottle. It slams it down on the shelf, half glaring at the bottle, half just staring off distantly*

You saw your boss again-?

And Elliot-?

*shakes head, deciding now is not the time*

I-I’m sorry-

I wish Elliot would just quit fucking meddling, I never took him for this much of an idiot honestly. But…but we’ll figure it out, alright? It’ll all be alright!

*glances at the wine bottle*

Uh-

But I mean-

I mean-

I don’t even—I hardly feel like myself these days. I mean, just when I went to get this stupid bottle- I-

*looks away from the bottle with a harsh exhale*

I used the ID of someone I’d killed at that bar. You remember that? Right, well, I wasn’t exactly subtle with anything I did there and I didn’t destroy any evidence so…

*trails off for a moment, tapping its fingers on the bottle neck*

A woman recognised the person I was disguised as but she knew the person I was was dead. Mistake number one. She followed me out of the store and I didn’t even realise. Mistake number two. I stopped in an alley to take the disguise off and have a smoke and she saw. Confronted me.

*another pause. This time, it’s almost entirely still*

I.. slit her throat. Well, vocal cords and probably some other things. Just so she would stop screaming. And then I left her there. I—I’ve never done that before- I don’t- I don’t even know if she was actually dead, I mean, I’m sure she is now, but

*trails off, looking haunted*

Cain-

*shakes head*

Things have been crazy. A-a lot lot of that’s on me. I died and then we nearly killed each other. I-I came back and captured you-

Then whatever you and Elliot have going on-

*quickly*

I didn’t mean that in any way!

And the whole night at the bar was-

Uh-

Yeah.

*a bit heated*

Plus your boss is an evil son of a bitch who I am going to torture one day, give him a taste of his own medicine and what he deserves but until then you just keep going back to him and getting more hurt and depressed and discouraged.

*sighs*

I mean, even when they almost scrapped me in the late nineties I still had my shit together better than this. Pressure doesn’t really have anything to do with it.

*pauses*

I-yeah-that makes sense-

*slams his computer down hard*

*looks at all the ids with wide eyes*

I can’t use any of these anymore.

*gestures to the stack*

*takes the IDs and starts breaking them, then tossing them back onto the dresser*

*teleports away, then comes back in a minute*

*follows*

But like

I was still in there

I-uh-

D-do you want to go kill someone or get chocolate cookies or alcohol or bribe someone or bicker or insult me a ton or rob a bank or set fire to important irreplaceable property or-

*sarcastically*

Please can I-

*trying to avoid saying ‘help’*

I-

Y-you already told me you weren’t fine-

So I know that’s a lie-

Y-you-

You can’t-

You can’t think of anything, anything I can do?

*puts his hands in his pockets to appear nonchalant though he is clearly chalant at the moment*

*reiterates*

You’re not, and I-I don’t! I can’t-

*cuts off*

*turns away*

Well that’s not really getting anywhere-

Cain, you literally just-just came into my room to tell me how you were-were not fine!

Hey Savi. Still lookin’ for Lain?

@cia-offical

*startled, looks up*

*blinks*

Oh, hey, Cain. I…uh…more looking for a way in to the ERA but-u-uh-

I’m going to rest soon-

*closes his computer*

How are you?

*takes a swig strait from the bottle*

*raises an eyebrow*

*takes another sip, then sighs*

*dully*

Oh, yknow.

*takes another drink before continuing*

Just- just every fucking time with my boss! And then I ran into Elliot again at the park because of course I fucking did-

*drinks again, this time a much larger sip*

Oh, and even better? I saw my coworker there. Elliot knows my coworker now. And there’s no way 02 isn’t suspicious of him. Isn’t that just great? The entire point of keeping my work and here separated is literally unraveling before my eyes. May as well go tell my boss and the rest of the community myself where I’ve been the past few months and that I’m not actually technically kidnapped and could leave at any time! May as well tell them fucking everything while I’m at it, too—

*cuts itself off and takes a long swig from the wine bottle. It slams it down on the shelf, half glaring at the bottle, half just staring off distantly*

You saw your boss again-?

And Elliot-?

*shakes head, deciding now is not the time*

I-I’m sorry-

I wish Elliot would just quit fucking meddling, I never took him for this much of an idiot honestly. But…but we’ll figure it out, alright? It’ll all be alright!

*glances at the wine bottle*

Uh-

But I mean-

I mean-

I don’t even—I hardly feel like myself these days. I mean, just when I went to get this stupid bottle- I-

*looks away from the bottle with a harsh exhale*

I used the ID of someone I’d killed at that bar. You remember that? Right, well, I wasn’t exactly subtle with anything I did there and I didn’t destroy any evidence so…

*trails off for a moment, tapping its fingers on the bottle neck*

A woman recognised the person I was disguised as but she knew the person I was was dead. Mistake number one. She followed me out of the store and I didn’t even realise. Mistake number two. I stopped in an alley to take the disguise off and have a smoke and she saw. Confronted me.

*another pause. This time, it’s almost entirely still*

I.. slit her throat. Well, vocal cords and probably some other things. Just so she would stop screaming. And then I left her there. I—I’ve never done that before- I don’t- I don’t even know if she was actually dead, I mean, I’m sure she is now, but

*trails off, looking haunted*

Cain-

*shakes head*

Things have been crazy. A-a lot lot of that’s on me. I died and then we nearly killed each other. I-I came back and captured you-

Then whatever you and Elliot have going on-

*quickly*

I didn’t mean that in any way!

And the whole night at the bar was-

Uh-

Yeah.

*a bit heated*

Plus your boss is an evil son of a bitch who I am going to torture one day, give him a taste of his own medicine and what he deserves but until then you just keep going back to him and getting more hurt and depressed and discouraged.

*sighs*

I mean, even when they almost scrapped me in the late nineties I still had my shit together better than this. Pressure doesn’t really have anything to do with it.

*pauses*

I-yeah-that makes sense-

*slams his computer down hard*

*looks at all the ids with wide eyes*

I can’t use any of these anymore.

*gestures to the stack*

*takes the IDs and starts breaking them, then tossing them back onto the dresser*

*teleports away, then comes back in a minute*

*follows*

But like

I was still in there