#malgatillo

“Don’t worry hermano, after I’m done with you, that arm of yours is gonna be the least of your worries.”

POV You have just successfully signed your death warrant with Johnny by fuckin’ with Vale 

Yeah, ever since Vera became a liar in Vaas’ eyes, she hasn’t returned to the territory of Los Piratas. She knows they all are keeping their ears out for any word of her, knows Vaas most likely wants her dead or at least tied up and beaten so he can interrogate her, but that interrogation won’t mean shit because he won’t believe a word that comes out of her mouth anyway. In his psychotic fuckin’ mind, she’s run off with the Arasaka goods. Betrayed and backstabbed him and his gang even after he spared her after she stole from them and after he assisted her in getting her street rep out there by giving her jobs. Yeah, she’d be pissed too, she gets it, but fuck, she wishes she could at least have Vaas hear her out. Even with her relationship with Santiago, she knows that doesn’t give her any leverage. Vaas will believe what he wants to believe and that’s the end of that story. 

How fitting; like Icarus who flew too close to the sun, she too is paying for her own hubris with fire and blood. For a couple of seconds, Mayu's world is reduced to nothing but pain — blossoming like a rose amidst the desert of her body. The oddly-blissful moment (so simple in its agony, with no thoughts and one, singular sensation) quickly passes, leaving her with all the associated luggage; emotions and, more importantly, memories.

Fuck.

It's not her first nor even seventh accident, but it IS the worst one yet — partly because she really fucking pushed (broke) the speed capacity this time, and partly because she wasn't alone when it happened.

The corpo doesn't feel a sliver of guilt. Vaas knew what he was getting into, nay, he encouraged it whenever she chose reckless abandon over safety. Still, that doesn't mean she's pleased with this outcome; furious with herself for not being doing better.

Not all miseries are made to be shared in a company. Nobody should bear witness to her failures.

Staring at the corpse of her motorbike — a funeral pyre against the night's sky, how poetic — Mayu shuffles closer to the crumpled form of the pirata and carefully nudges him with her boot, ignoring the piercing throb in her thigh.

“No, no, nothing about land scurvy. You’ve been doing fine with the land scurvy.”

Charley hadn’t expected to be nervous. He wasn’t nervous when he had done this to Santiago - it had been painful, after, but Charley didn’t dwell on it. Santiago had a right to be angry, even if what he had done was for the best. Maybe it was little selfish, but Charley didn’t want to lose more people than he had to - not to predators, or natural death, and certainly not to Jason Brody and his fucking machete. 

 Vaas was important. Important to the island. Without Vaas, Rook would fall into Citra’s hands and everything would go to hell. He needed to do this, and he would have to do it alone. He’d considered asking Tiago if he would help, but the man wasn’t much for expressing emotions, and Charley doubted he’d ever sucked up to anyone in his life. Tiago gave off the impression that he had come from the womb as a fully grown adult, complete with scowl and spider tattoo. Charley leaned on a large wooden box, taking the weight off his bad leg. 

He had to be cautious. He had to choose his words with care. 

“Vaas...you are, and will die as, a king. Ruler of the islands, feared and respected by everyone. The Rakyat are so afraid of you that they’ve rallied behind an annoying white boy from California, they’re too weak to face you themselves, so they’re hoping their sacrificial lamb will be stupid enough to try it for them.” Charley began, pushing down his own insecurities and nervous fears as he looked up at the chaotic pirate lord. “But have you ever thought of becoming a God?”

            she probably should have been begging for her life by now or at least crying, but maybe she was just so tired of this back and forth hot and cold with  him. if she had to guess, he was just bored and maybe he’d finally put her out of her misery but then he’d still be bored and have to go to the trouble of finding someone else to bother.

          it was rare that she ever left home, given how nervous being out in public made her, but even extreme hermits needed to eat. maybe if she had turned on the radio, she would have known what would be waiting just around the corner.

         her grocery bag full of snacks and other unhealthy crap was held tightly as she approached, keeping her sunglasses on in hopes she could walk by without being bothered.

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Ever since Vale was a kid, they've needed constant stimulation in one form or another. Luckily, Night City is full of that! Vale does a lot of moving around! So that can include rocking, moving their hands, hopping, and also havin a restless leg as well. They love chewing on stuff for stimulation as well, this can range from necklaces specifically for them to chew on, the collar of their shirt, their bullet necklace, and if they have nothing else, they may bite down on the back of their hand/wrist. A favorite form of stimulation for them is music!! Even as a kid, they had a MAJOR preference for rock music and would get very stressed if they didn't hear one of the like, three (3) musicians they liked. (this is actually still pretty true for nowadays too! new music occasionally makes them go >:c )