#psycchout

    ❛  i’ll be alright. this is no cause for concern,  ❜  this faux reassurance was not supported by the tone carrying his words, hesitating where it shouldn’t, with eyes that darted away from mirage on purpose. subtle in its own way, but remaining regardless. despite this, the purple undertones of his vest were soaked with this bizarre obsidian color now, its scent unmistakable.  ❛  you can go ahead if you so wish. i’ll follow soon.  ❜  

  ‘  i  know  you’re  keeping  look  out  with  your  little  drone  ,  but  even  gathering  like  ,  three  pieces  of  wood  would  be  a  help.  ‘      A  LOUD  CLATTERING  of  miscellaneous  branches  fall  before  the  hacker  ,  kneeling  to  arrange  them  in  a  semi  -  comprehensible  pattern.  he  fidgets  with  the (  abundant  amount.  ) of  pockets  littered  on  his  ankles  and  chest  ,  groaning  when  he  doesn’t  have  any  sort  of  light.           ‘ think  your  drone  can  start  a  FIRE ?  that’d  make  him  actually  useful.  ‘

Crypto narrowed his eyes, returning his drone to him before looking at the other. Wordlessly he pulled out a lighter from his pocked. The black base with green code pattern shined in the moonlight as the other held it in his hand, his eyes still narrowed to the Trickster.

  “You heard me, Witt.” Anita’s tone remains serious despite his reaction. It’s the moments in between, the downtime that gives her ample opportunity to give advice - warranted or not. Her arms fold across her chest, leaning up against the edge of his quarters. 

 Anita almost laughs, but stifles it instead.

This Just In: Bambizle Boi Can Now Hold TWO Guns

training turned tension || @psycchout

Something about the pitifulness in his voice caused her to roll her eyes, sitting on top of him - using her weight to keep him pinned. The irony didn’t escape her, considering he could easily fling her off if he was really trying. Brute strength was never her forte. 

          ‘  you’re  pretty  ob - osent -  obserb  -  UH  …  smart  ,  aren’t  you  ?  ‘      a  laugh  leaves  his  mouth  ,  but  it’s  quickly  halted  by  a  painful  wince.  he  glances  towards  his  side  and  locks  onto  the   gaping  knife  wound  within  his  side.  it  sends  a  sickening  feeling  throughout  his  body  -  seeing  his  own  blood  wasn’t  something  mirage  was  necessarily  fond  of.              ‘ my  outfit  …  i  only  have  one  of  these.  you  wouldn’t  happen  to  have  an  extra  syringe  would  you  ?  ‘

    “ No. ”

     VALKYRJUR WAIT IN THE WINGS, somber audience to them falling to their knees, red gloves soaking redder still as they press hard against the laceration, hands over-familiar with this sort of injury moving automatically. Pressure to stanch the flow of blood, elevation to keep the wound from leaking - elevation to the legs as well, should any more color leech from his skin. They are glad to see his humor in tact, but there is too much the chance that this is merely a manifestation of shock. 

    “ You will need a full medical kit to recover from this, felagi fighter. ”

    They need not see the royal daughters to know they stand at their patient post. A chill bites at the back of their neck as the wolf does her children’s scruffs. Warmth burns through their veins, adrenaline without the bitterness. Wings rustle against their hearing, and they know it to be no raven of theirs.