[YEAH, HE'S STILL ANNOYED. Fortunately, the bark's louder than the bite on Travis: it's not enough to actually get him to avoid Arthur. also he honestly has no friends here anyways]
dont tell me you have to kill somebody to wake them up every time
The crows informed me that you forgot your rifle in the mess hall. For unknown reasons, the task of getting it to you has fallen into my lap. I'll return it at my earliest convenience.
Which happens to be now. Is the location of your BCE a good place to meet you?
[Heyyy, Travis. Where are you? Doesn't matter. Wherever Travis is, he'll start to hear a sound. Quiet at first, then slowly getting louder and louder. Louder. What is that?]
[On his way back to his capsule, he thinks he hears something, and looks around curiously--] Damn, aren't we soldiers? Didn't think the officers were fun enough to let us have that kinda shit around. [but makes nothing of it because he's such a fucking sitting duck. how has he reached 30 without being horribly murdered
until his intuition is enough to finally pick it up
(read: lup's like five feet away from him)
and he slowly
turns
around--]
HEY, WHAT THE FUCK! [like a horrible baby giraffe that's learning how 2 legs he's stumbling away, his back slamming into a wall in the process. let him crab walk away from this lup PLEASE]
[ It is only at night that Ryo considers the quiet of the courtyard.
When fleeting terrors brush at his elbow, settle in the silence about him — he finds himself out here, doors pushed open to the dim and the cobble, barefoot and restless as sits at the threshold without the persistence of spies chasing every last and dreary thought.
He's slept little since their arrival, his dreams laden with the scent and sound of ichor and the absence of a steady hand — the only voice he knows to trust. He's slept little for months, but the impact on blood and bone is gradual. The day done, there is no longer need to disguise the weariness that curves him over his raises knees, presses his cheek against them. There's no need to not to consider smoking what little left he has, if it means that his return to rest (should he manage it) would be dreamless, free from brimstone or the endless cast of light — so bright that it made him flinch and shudder upon awakening.
Still, he supposes he is not the only one among them that is on edge. He watches shapes move across the courtyard, but this is nothing new. What is, is the fact there's one approaching him and he recognizes it as likely a recruit, though he keeps aware of them even when they stop, body uncoiling and back straightening by muscle memory. He glances directly at them, no matter the discomfort it brings, tension in the line of his shoulders as Ryo flicks ash off the cherry of his smoke with a languid roll of his wrist. His eyes are dark and focused beneath the sweep of his lashes. ]
What? [ Even against the muted edge, there's something too aware about him. ]
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get out your arse out of the kitchen travis
there's nothing for you there
you've got to endure the food bullshit like everybody else
[ guess who's also a wee bit cranky; he was woken up to be on patrol tonight ]
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HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW IM HERE
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I'm on watch
It smells like cat piss and vomit out here
Think you could find something to help me out
[ he's just whining to keep his mind off the stench and the ache in his back. ]
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i could barely drag my self out here to begin with
feels like my limbs r gonna fall off
im this close to asking like 10 of the crows to fly me back
[you don't want to know how many pushups he's done for fucking up where it was visible. you dont. wanna know.]
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What are you doing out there anyway
Why risk the punishment
You know Young will rat you out for a crumb
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How are you feeling?
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[YEAH, HE'S STILL ANNOYED. Fortunately, the bark's louder than the bite on Travis: it's not enough to actually get him to avoid Arthur.
also he honestly has no friends here anyways]dont tell me you have to kill somebody to wake them up every time
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There's other ways, but it involves a lot of careful planning before you go in a dream.
[ HE AINT AFRAID OF YOU ANYWAY TRAVVY ]
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enlighten me, then
i still dont know how working with dreams even, well.... works.
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[ This feels like deja vu. Wasn't Henry asking him about dreamshare just recently? ]
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@BURGERKING
Which happens to be now. Is the location of your BCE a good place to meet you?
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Orders are orders. You're to carry and take care of the rifle until training's through.
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[HIS LIFE! IS SO HARD!!!!]
can you at least take your time
stop to smell the roses why dont you
im not exactly dying to have it back here buddy
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i still cant believe
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Just lookin' out for you buddy
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[there's a fifteen minute pause between that first messsage and his next.]
FUck
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you okay?
Damn, these turtles are savage
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all that my animals told me was that id have trouble sleeping which: big fucking whoop, theyve been keeping us from sleeping on base for weeks
also how come your turtles are cuter than my animals? we need to get cuter gachapons
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action; just b4 gallipoli
[Buzz, buzz. Buzz. Buzz . . .
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until his intuition is enough to finally pick it up
(read: lup's like five feet away from him)
and he slowly
turns
around--]
HEY, WHAT THE FUCK! [like a horrible baby giraffe that's learning how 2 legs he's stumbling away, his back slamming into a wall in the process. let him crab walk away from this lup PLEASE]
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Travis. Hei has been assigned a separate mission, meaning I will need your help.
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Sure
what kinda help lol
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I just mean
Idk what me “”””helping””””” entails
Be clearer about that shit, like gimme the fine print
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this is your brain. this is your brain on spiderland.
When fleeting terrors brush at his elbow, settle in the silence about him — he finds himself out here, doors pushed open to the dim and the cobble, barefoot and restless as sits at the threshold without the persistence of spies chasing every last and dreary thought.
He's slept little since their arrival, his dreams laden with the scent and sound of ichor and the absence of a steady hand — the only voice he knows to trust. He's slept little for months, but the impact on blood and bone is gradual. The day done, there is no longer need to disguise the weariness that curves him over his raises knees, presses his cheek against them. There's no need to not to consider smoking what little left he has, if it means that his return to rest (should he manage it) would be dreamless, free from brimstone or the endless cast of light — so bright that it made him flinch and shudder upon awakening.
Still, he supposes he is not the only one among them that is on edge. He watches shapes move across the courtyard, but this is nothing new. What is, is the fact there's one approaching him and he recognizes it as likely a recruit, though he keeps aware of them even when they stop, body uncoiling and back straightening by muscle memory. He glances directly at them, no matter the discomfort it brings, tension in the line of his shoulders as Ryo flicks ash off the cherry of his smoke with a languid roll of his wrist. His eyes are dark and focused beneath the sweep of his lashes. ]
What? [ Even against the muted edge, there's something too aware about him. ]