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wrenchedup) wrote2033-11-30 01:20 am
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[ Yeaaah. Mess was a part of life though, wasn't it? People who weren't messy... made him nervous. They felt fake. Hiding something, or fucking sociopaths. Glad to hear the mask was doing its intended job, though. ] So you've not been here too long, or?
[ Well. Now that they were out in the creeping darkness among the mist and fog he figured was a good time to power her up. She helped with a bit of light and frankly just made him less anxious. ] And it's cool, man. I probably came out swinging for you too hard anyway. [ He just had his reasons. They mattered a little less, now. ]
I can tell you with certainty I would not be risking my delicate little ass for someone or something I didn't feel an important connection to. But since we're on the topic of straight shooters but a little more gentle, here's where I need some guidance.
[ His stomach ties itself in knots. This isn't what he signed up for. Did not sign up for opening up so soon! God dammit and if he cared less he'd be fine with just nodding and going, uhuh, okay. Sure, Jan. Ooh, but he gives a shit because he's really tired of seeing brilliant people getting the light sucked out of them because they "don't fit" or, you know, because their brain was a little wonky sometimes. ] My understanding of right and wrong might not be what everyone agrees on either, you feel me? If she tells me she blew up a building that happened to kill some police or, whatever the fuck you guys call them, enforcers? You know, I don't think I'm too upset over that.
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---I could go on, but I've only been here nine months.
Weird that nothing's poked its head out yet. Huh. Doubt they're scared of us.
[maybe a bad sign. if the usual beasts aren't turning up it's a little hard to imagine what they'd hide from. maybe nothing, maybe this is just some new trench bullshit.]
Can't say I haven't done the same thing myself. I'm always down to take swings. Take 'em, dodge 'em, whatever. [a hammer lantern? hammer tech? hammer magic? that's just fucking cool, and she holds up her gauntlets, channels a bit of chakra a bit of blood and they've got a glow, too. a glow that allows the shift of her eyes to his backside to be completely obvious.]
Delicate isn't what I'd go with for that ass, but okay. Guidance hat is on. Metaphorically speaking.
We don't have them here. But yeah, it's enforcers. Police. Cops. I used to fuck 'em up, too when I was small, I used to hate 'em more than I hated prison guards, but it's not so much that as it is other people getting caught in the crossfire. And then it's some kinda bounty on her head and ...who knows what kind of mob justice. There's a whole ass Pthumerian just for dispensing fucked up "justice". Then it's war and she's dead or I'm dead and...
I only told her to stay away from one enforcer. But that's ...not important. I don't think that's why she bailed. I think I know why, but I think she's wrong.
[yeah, that's some kind of shape out there. it's not sister-shaped. but it's also not coming closer. yet.]
So, if I'm hearing you right, you think ...outside the box, too? You live on the edge, you like a little violence. Maybe a lot of violence? [but you still have a sense of right and a sense of wrong, or you wouldn't have signed up for crazy uncle duty.]
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[ That catches his ears more than anything else and it's definitely not because he's been kidnapped before. Fuckin' twice. BY THE GOVERNMENT. Please, feel free to elaborate, Vi. In the meantime... nine months, so not too long but long enough to have some kinda handle on things. Whereas Wrench isn't very worried about the silence given he doesn't know its fuckin' weird until Vi said something. Stowing that back into his brainium. ]
Yanno, for some totally weird reason that I just can't put my finger on, I had a feeling you might be a bit scrappy. Dunno what it is, man. [ He gave a wave to her gauntlets with a nod. Sarcasm at its finest. ] Fuckin cool as shit, though. Can't wait to see what they do. and they gloβ hey. [ His feet paused for a moment. You know, gotta seize the comical point of this. ] Have you been looking at my ass this whole time? Unbelievable.
[ Smh. Can't blame, though. He does look good in leather, don't he? Moving on! ] Back home people think the world can't survive without enforcement and authority. I think that's a load of fucking shit. The rich are just scared that once their protection is up they'll finally get what's coming for them. The impoverished are gonna eat them alive and they fuckin' should. Personally I'm a fan of this barter system we have here. It's about community, man. We care for our own.
But I get what you're saying. [ That was, after all, why he was often considered a terrorist. They tried, he tried to not get people caught up in the mix unless they knew what they were getting into but sometimes shit happened and sometimes shit happened that had nothing to do with you but was blamed on you any fucking way. Not that he's bitter or anything. ] Sometimes you need someone else to reel you back not because they think you're wrong or you're a bad person but because they get it and they just want you to give it a little more thought, yeah?
[ That visor turned into a squinting emoji when they both seemed to see something out in the distance at the same time. His voice quieted a little. ] Think it might be time to party, soon.
As for me? [ The X's returning, he tipped his head toward Vi for a moment. ] Sure, yeah I get a kick out of explosions and things that give me an adrenaline boost but honestly? Wish I didn't. At the core of it all I'm just a nerd who makes fucking robots and other tech, but I'm angry at the world and I'm both crazy enough and have the means to do something about it so here we are.
Tried to be normal once. Didn't work out. [ He weighed the hammer in his hand as they continued forward, ready. ] And that's just fuckin' life, ain't it?