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Respectful Reunion [Wash&Connie]

The woman’s entire body trembled as it all was really becoming real for her.

She had been gone for over ten years, and nearly all of her friends were dead.

She’d been deemed dead for ten years, and hadn’t been in any position where she couldn’t made sure her teammates he survived. Thus, they were gone. No explanations. No being told about what had killed them, or why, or the circumstances.

They were just fucking dead.

"Oh my God," Connie finally sobbed openly, something she never did before.

The very private young woman had never been one to start crying in front of others. She’d tough it out, handle the upset feelings she felt until she was alone and able to cry by herself. Pretty silently, at that. Wash only ever comforted her when he knew the signs that showed she was upset, and would end up following her to her room a while later.

"This c-can’t be real. No. No. No-no-no-no-no-no-no…" She cried, tightly pulling her knees close to her chest and wrapping her arms around them before crying into them.

"Reggie wouldn’t— Texas she— Maine—" She couldn’t finished a thought, let alone a sentence, as she cried for her fallen friends.

Wash was - well, Washington was floored. Connie's shoulders were shaking and she was crying, open sobs wracking her body and Wash didn't know what to do. He'd never seen her like this before. Not even on those nights when they had quiet, personal conversations until the early hours of the morning. Not when she'd told him about her own anxieties. Wash had never seen Connie shed a tear and certainly not like this.

Torn between touching her as some form comfort or staying where he was, Wash made a slow glance towards the entrance of the base to make sure none of his teammates were returning. No matter what he did, one thing was for sure, and that was that he didn't want one of them poking in now of all times.

"Connie, it's - it's - " Okay? No, fuck that.

Washington sighed and his shoulder slumped as he finally moved forward. He couldn't take seeing Connie like this. Crouching down in front of his old friend, Wash reached out to rest a hand on Connie's slim shoulder, squeezing gently. This was far from the Connie he knew. She'd always been strong and unwavering - not that she still wasn't, but that was something new. Something so out of the ordinary that Wash felt weirdly panicked, his brows drawn tight and a little frown on his lips.

"The project - the AI's, I mean - it was no good. It really messed some of us up and Maine was… Maine changed." Wash fished for the right words, trying to ignore the aching pangs of hurt as he let himself think of the Freelancers for the first time in a long time. "His AI persuaded him and he became 'The Meta' as the project fell apart. He wanted everyone's AI's and not everyone was so willing to give them up. The Meta did whatever it took take the AI's, Connie."

#Respectful Reunion #callmect #p #v2

Respectful Reunion [Wash&Connie]

Connie stopped moving the instant she got her answer. Her eyes widened. not really knowing how to process all of that.

Thoughts began to race through her head as the names of their ex-teammates began to go through her head, wondering how in the Hell they could’ve been killed. Really, she couldn’t imagine it. York? Maine? Wyoming? North? Texas? They were all gone? And yet Carolina and Wash were still alive? It made no sense to her.

"You’ve gotta be fucking with me."

She finally forced out, voice not nearly as strong and apparently confident as it had been when she’d been right up in Wash’s face.

"—You’re still alive, but Maine isn’t? Or Wyoming? O-Or York? Or even Texas?" It really wasn’t meant as an insult, but she knew how it would’ve come across. She was just exasperated. Dumbfounded by the thought of the best in their division being killed. She couldn’t even fathom it. Especially not when it came to Texas.

Mildly, her hands began to tremble the more she thought about it.

As much as she’d tried to distance herself from her team before she’d ended up leaving Project Freelancer, it hardly worked on herself. She’d missed her friends, and was looking forward to seeing them safe and alive. Regardless of whether they gave a shit about her or not.

She wouldn’t be able to do that with the rest of them. Because they were gone.

The previously so calm and collected Connie began to sink down to the ground, resting her back against the stone metal wall behind her.

A lot of things had changed since they last saw each other.

Washington did his best to not take insult to her words, to Connie's very clear insinuation that he wasn't as skilled as Maine or some of their other ex-teammates. In his view, she was right, so why should he try to defend himself? It made no sense, really, but it wasn't like he had been the one out there killing them off. That had been a combination of Maine turned Meta and the simulation troopers trying to save their own asses.

And Wash had done the same. He'd done what he had to do to clear his name and stay alive. Unfortunately, a large part of that had been acting as a human clean-up crew for some of his best friends, so yeah, he knew they were dead. Wash knew all of their outcomes post Project Freelancer better than anyone else and it hadn't been a pretty ending for anyone involved.

It was when he watched Connie begin to sink to the ground that Wash lost any other words he had lined up. Rehearsed, hollow, and void of emotion statements that he'd used when reporting as Recovery One, because he himself didn't know how else to broach the subject. Washington hadn't ever been in this position before. He'd never had to tell someone - let alone one of his old, best friends - that everyone they'd trained and lived with for years were dead. It set Wash on edge, his feet heavy and glued to the floor where he stood.

"Yes." The blonde's answer was simple and his eyes stayed focused on Connie who was now crumpled to the floor. There was a surge of want to comfort her, to reach out, but he didn't know how to do that. Not anymore. "It's… it's a long story, but they're all gone. The whole project is gone and most of the people involved with it."

#Respectful Reunion #callmect #p #v2

[Text] Hey, you actually coming to the mess hall tonight? They've actually got some pretty good stuff.

[Text] Define good.

[Text] But yeah, I’ll probably be there eventually.

[Text] Do you miiisssss meeee?

[Text] Oh no, what ever shall I do? :’(

[Text] Better hurry your ass up, then.

[Text] I'll lock you out of my room.

[Text] And I am, I am.

[Text] Maybe if /someone/ didn't text me so much

#text #callmect

[Text] Hey, you actually coming to the mess hall tonight? They've actually got some pretty good stuff.

[Text] Define good.

[Text] But yeah, I’ll probably be there eventually.

[Text] Do you miiisssss meeee?

[Media message sent: Image of a small container of ice cream is attached]

[Text] Well, believe it.

[Text] And yeah, we are.

[Text] I eat all of my friend’s food.

[Text] If you eat my ice cream, Connie

[Text] I'll never forgive you.

[Text] Never.

#text #callmect

[Text] Hey, you actually coming to the mess hall tonight? They've actually got some pretty good stuff.

[Text] Define good.

[Text] But yeah, I’ll probably be there eventually.

[Text] Do you miiisssss meeee?

[Text] Actual ice cream, and not that bullshit condensed stuff.

[Text] And no.

[Text] I was just saying, because I’m going to eat your share if you don’t get down here.

[Text] No way. I won't believe you until I see it myself.

[Text] And hey, I thought we were friends here.

#text #callmect

"This is your fault!"

"My fault?"

Wash grit his teeth, frustration bubbling up, because he was sick of this. He was sick of South’s attitude and the little whispers he was hearing (both in the halls of the Mother of Invention and at the back of his mind), all telling him about how he was being blamed for the termination of the Artificial Intelligence program. If anything, he was glad that South had finally decided to confront him, because he was going unhinged waiting for something to happen.

"Don’t blame me for something that was bound to happen," he spat, stepping closer to the female Dakota twin. "You saw what the AI’s were doing to everyone - to Carolina, to Maine. Maybe I was the breaking point, but I’m glad it’s over." Washington shook his head, his helmet feeling too heavy, but he wouldn’t take it off. Not when he knew he looked tired and used up, his performance having been slipping since the implantation and inevitable removal of Epsilon.

"Trust me," he started, anger slowly simmering. "You don’t want someone else in your head.”

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She made a sharp intake of breath of being offended. ” That isn’t true!” She said and her hands fell to her sides and her fists no longer balled. Oh but she knew she was kidding herself. She has done it since she was born. Blaming anyone who she was able to see. And she had done that to Wash from the second they met each other.

Wash watched South. He took in the way her shoulders fell, tense posture loosening along with tightened grip of her fists. Washington waited a few seconds, eyes scanning over her before he shook his head and took the first retreating step backwards. It was a tentative move, one that he tried to make sure didn't seem like he was the one giving in and giving up.

"Whatever, South," he said finally, turning away from his fellow Freelancer to face his own locker, confident that she didn't have the anger in her blood to do anything drastic. "Does it even matter now, really?" Wash asked, voice bitter as he glanced over his shoulder. "Con - - CT's gone and that's that." He settled, pulling open his locker door, rough and careless.

#themeantwin #v1 #p

[Text] Hey, you actually coming to the mess hall tonight? They've actually got some pretty good stuff.

[Text] Define good.

[Text] But yeah, I’ll probably be there eventually.

[Text] Do you miiisssss meeee?

#text #callmect

"This is your fault!"

"My fault?"

Wash grit his teeth, frustration bubbling up, because he was sick of this. He was sick of South’s attitude and the little whispers he was hearing (both in the halls of the Mother of Invention and at the back of his mind), all telling him about how he was being blamed for the termination of the Artificial Intelligence program. If anything, he was glad that South had finally decided to confront him, because he was going unhinged waiting for something to happen.

"Don’t blame me for something that was bound to happen," he spat, stepping closer to the female Dakota twin. "You saw what the AI’s were doing to everyone - to Carolina, to Maine. Maybe I was the breaking point, but I’m glad it’s over." Washington shook his head, his helmet feeling too heavy, but he wouldn’t take it off. Not when he knew he looked tired and used up, his performance having been slipping since the implantation and inevitable removal of Epsilon.

"Trust me," he started, anger slowly simmering. "You don’t want someone else in your head.”

bubbleguumbitch--archive-deacti

South stepped back a bit, surprised that he went closer to her. But her rage came back and she took an angry step forward as well. Everything was going through her mind at rapid speed and she felt her body warm up with dangerous energy. She wanted to blame him on everything that happened in the last few months. Maybe about a year? " Maybe I don’t. Maybe I did. But one thing that makes me want to shove your puny ass into a fucking locker and slam the door in your face," She snarled out and looked as if she would hit him out of anger. " You could have listened. I know you, damn it Washington, I knew you talked to CT. I tried to talk to her but she backed away. What did you fucking do to make her so angry that she would leave.” The purple and green highlighted Freelancer balled up her fists.

"I didn’t do anything,” Washington snapped back to South, for once not intimidated by her motion to step forward and meet his stare. He was too tired and fed up with the situation to care. He’d reached the breaking point a long time ago, completely done with dancing around the “tough topics”.

But in the same moment he answered, he felt a little stab of guilt he’d been personally dealing with, knowing that his exact response was probably part of problem. Part of what had spurred Agent Connecticut to leave. But for now, he didn’t bring it up. He stood stiff and strong in the face of South, frowning behind his visor.

"I may have talked to her, but CT’s decision to leave was not my fault. Of course you’d blame me though." He shook his head, scoffing a little. "You’d blame anyone that wasn’t yourself."

#themeantwin #p #v1 #hey~

Respectful Reunion [Wash&Connie]

"Yes, “of all people.” Did I stutter?”

After having to deal with the one asshole in cyan, Connie already wasn’t exactly too happy about Washington’s team. Just thinking about that one, though, made her wonder again. Who’d been using her name? She clearly didn’t have a clue, but perhaps she’d be able to get some answers out of Wash at some point.

“I’ve only met one of them, and they already seem like pretty terrible friends to have. What person honestly goes from flirting one second to treating someone like shit the next?” God, she wanted that guy to take off his helmet so she could punch him square in the jaw for that.

Connie’s scowl only deepened as she felt that accusing stare on her. She sent him her own glare, one that only got worse as she stopped working in favor of approaching him.

“Getting bitter over the fact that I left is not what’s going to end up getting you and your team out of here, Washington. Getting an attitude with me won’t help either. And letting your friends talk to me like that again sure as Hell isn’t going to make me want to stick around her and help you guys. This was all a favor to me, get it? I asked the leader of this stupid rebel group to stop here because I heard that you needed help. So if you, or any of your men start acting like dicks, it’ll be on me. So don’t even start with me, Agent Washington. Because I’d say, regardless of what the Hell happened has happened in the past few years, there have been more instances of the Freelancers looking out for you than not.” Certainly more than the Director, that was for sure. She refrained from making the unnecessary comment, however.

Letting out an annoyed growl, Connie backed out of Washington’s space and out of his face to go back to packing things up, glaring at every piece of equipment she picked up.

“At least my men, despite the fact that they don’t trust a single ounce of you, is willing to help me help you without getting suspicious just because someone was using my name.” She huffed, then slowly breathed in through her nose in an attempt to calm herself down. They really didn’t need to be fighting the entire time, but she had a feeling it’d be happening regardless. Just a whole lot of fighting, arguing, and bitching between all of them.

With the silence that fell over them afterwards, Connie was the first to prompt conversation after a good several minutes of no speaking between them.

“…Do you know the status of any our other ex-teammates?” She asked.

Wash's work with packing up his team's supplies was cut short when Connie stepped close, pressing further into his space than he'd had anyone he wasn't physically fighting in a long time. His eyes stayed hard and jaw stiff, listening to her sharp words. Her familiar tone brought up ghosts of memories, remembering hours she'd spent ranting about the Director or a mission gone bad. But this time she was talking about him. She was saying enough about his team that Washington decided to not dignify it with an answer. He didn't need this to go on all day, because there plenty of skeletons in the closet he could bring out.

When Connie finally stepped back, seeming to shake off her anger, Wash shook his head and turned his back towards her. He wasn't in the mood to get into it now, not when they just needed to pack up and get their shit together so they could finally leave this dead rock of a planet. He started to work on gathering what he thought was useful, tossing it into bins and containers that he sealed up before shoving them towards the entrance of their base, not bothering to think about how much they could or couldn't take at this point.

It wasn't until Connie finally spoke up that he paused, methodical movements staggering before he kept moving. It was a loaded question, because he knew the answer, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to give it, or how to, really. Although, he didn't doubt that Connie could already assume what happened.

"Most of them were killed," he started, remembering vividly the job he'd done as Recovery One, not even flinching. "But Carolina was here. She'd been with us to track down the Director but just about as soon as we crash-landed here, she took off with Church - the Alpha." The blonde stood straight and looked back to Connie as he finally spoke. "I doubt that we'll see her again."

#Respectful Reunion #callmect #p #v2

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"Wash? What is it?"

"Maybe you should tell me - are you alright?"

#conniect #c #v1 #ahh sorry this took so long

"Why won't you look at me?"

Washington held a denying statement on his tongue, but when he couldn’t bring himself to glance in her direction, he bit it back. He really couldn’t look at her, could he? Wash sighed and shook his head, reaching up to pinch at the bridge of his nose.

"Connie…" he started slowly, his words weighted and heavy on his tongue. It’d been a few days since Connie and her men found rescued them from the still unnamed planet they’d been stranded on. He’d thought that looking at her would be easier by now, that he would’ve gotten used to seeing his best friend’s face, but it just…. wasn’t. It was still difficult and Wash hated the upset feelings that floated up whenever he looked in Connie’s direction.

"You know you look exactly the same, right?" Wash started, testing the waters almost. He leaned forward in his seat, elbows digging into his knees. His tired eyes bore holes into the floor. "You look just like you did before you disappeared, like you haven’t aged at all and it’s hard as Hell. Things are so different now and looking at you is like… it’s like being back then."

Wash stole a glance in the other’s direction, blinking slowly as he sat up straight, soon looking away. “It’s unsettling. I’m happy you’re back, that you’re safe - don’t get that wrong, but I’ve spent years thinking you were dead, Connie. Suddenly having you back, and like this, too, it’s a lot.”

#v2 #ask prompt #callmect

"This is your fault!"

"My fault?"

Wash grit his teeth, frustration bubbling up, because he was sick of this. He was sick of South’s attitude and the little whispers he was hearing (both in the halls of the Mother of Invention and at the back of his mind), all telling him about how he was being blamed for the termination of the Artificial Intelligence program. If anything, he was glad that South had finally decided to confront him, because he was going unhinged waiting for something to happen.

"Don’t blame me for something that was bound to happen," he spat, stepping closer to the female Dakota twin. "You saw what the AI’s were doing to everyone - to Carolina, to Maine. Maybe I was the breaking point, but I’m glad it’s over." Washington shook his head, his helmet feeling too heavy, but he wouldn’t take it off. Not when he knew he looked tired and used up, his performance having been slipping since the implantation and inevitable removal of Epsilon.

"Trust me," he started, anger slowly simmering. "You don’t want someone else in your head.”

#v1 #ask prompt #themeantwin

pinupiisms-archive-blog

"Well if youre going on enough missions I guess that would mean you dont need as much training because youre out there more? I dont get sent on as many missions as I would like so Im always down there—"

"That's a good point, I guess. I'd still like to get some training in if I could - especially if things are being changed. It's no good to be the last one to find something out around here. I'm sure that'll change soon, though. If you train enough you'll be sent out eventually."

#pyroinpink #c #v1

[Text] Wow, you really suck.

[Text] Ouch.

[Text] You wound me, Connie.

[Text] Kiiiiiiiind of.

[Text] I’m bored.

[Text] Had to prompt you. :)

[Text] Connie the Instigator.

[Text] How do you not get into more trouble?

#text #callmect

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send me one of the following

"Don’t lie to me."

"You promised…"

"I thought you changed."

"You were supposed to be different."

"I trusted you!"

"I loved you once."

"This is your fault!"

"Tell me they’re lying."

"Please, don’t do this!"

"I don’t believe you."

"What have you done!?"

"You’re never going to change."

"I can’t even look at you right now."

"Tell me the truth!"

"Why won’t you look at me?"

"Stay away from me!"

"… I hate you."

pinupiisms-archive-blog

“Yeah, he definitely has. Well Ive noticed it anyway, I dont know about you.” ”Ive been managing to keep up though, its fun actually. ——You?”

"That's good to hear. S'pose I shouldn't be too nervous, then. So far, so good for me, but then again, I haven't been on the floor too much. I've done some sparring, but not exact training. The missions have kept me busy enough, I guess."

#c #v1 #pyroinpink

[Text] Wow, you really suck.

[Text] Ouch.

[Text] You wound me, Connie.

[Text] You try to stuff me in yours.

[Text] I’ll try to stuff you in mine.

[Text] I feel like this is turning into a game for you.

[Text] And a very dangerous game for me.

#text #callmect

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