#dauntless cale

Caleb ‘Cale’ Light - DLN-001.5

“Your Mate. The copy/twin of Rockwell Light, from a world where a dictator named Dr. Wily rules a certain city with an iron fist. He’s a rebel that steals and smuggles information and supplies across the city. He’s also managed to smuggle away your ‘heart’. Kind and understanding, he’s the first person to ever stick around for you, besides Beck. And you are never letting go.”

Ray had long since taken notice that the slums of the city were easier to hunt in, as they had less surveillance. The Sniper Joes that patrolled the streets were easy pickings once you knew the routes well enough. On one such night in particular, the devil-bot had successfully put this knowledge to good use, managing to capture and consume 5 of the dictator's pawns. It was enough to call it a good hunt for the night, and the crimson shadow was making her silent way back to the rift that lead home.

...Until she spotted a familiar purple hoodie in the backalleys. Deciding to go take a look, she changed direction and slipped down a wall, blending into the darkness seamlessly.

"...Fancy meeting you here, dear.~"

Cale would find Ray behind him, leaning against said wall with a mischievous grin on her face.

"Did I give you a fright?~"

I warned him.

A long, anguished whine from SOMEWHERE. She had been running, RUNNING from the voices, and while the shadows weren’t there anymore, she could STILL hear them in her mind.

Yes, good. Ray needs something to lean on. Clearly half asleep, she lets her head fall on his shoulder and rubs her face on it.

(…DEVIL’S RAY AU. LETS FREAK RAY OUT YES?)

Her lair. White’s Labs. The city. Everything…it was gone.

…No humans…

And almost no robots…

…And the Colosseum…it…looked more like…like some kind of fortress…?