Bade Wavewar

“We should forgive our enemies, but not before they are hanged” ― Heinrich Heine

[bade-wavewar]

Helping Hands || Zuriel & Bade

zabrakzur‌:

“cool,” he says easily, pulls a screwdriver out of his belt and throws it at the other man in a little curve so that it’d be easy to catch. he doesn’t expect the man to flawlessly catch the thing, but he’s not looking anyway so if it takes a little bit of a messy flailing in order for the screwdriver to end up in bade’s hands, that’s between the man and the tool.

the conversation about man versus machine in terms of durability is all but closed off in his head, his mind focusing back on his task at hand and therefore dropping anything else that it might have been considering. without further ado, he’s walking away, over to the hallway where the panels are he needs to work behind, and when he reaches the first one he taps it lightly.

“this one,” he says calmly, continues on and taps the next four as well. “this one, this one, this one and this one.” he glances over his shoulder at the other man to see if he understood the instructions, then walks towards the other side of the hallway so he can fix the door control while the other man takes out the wall panels.

Bade set to work as Zur pointed out what needed to be done. He wasn’t sure if it would put him in the good graces of the other, but he was sure that making a move on at least would get him to be asked to help again. Or accepted if he offered it. Good enough for him, for now. He was aware that some trust had to be win slowly, and some would never be won at all. But if he really planned on staying on this ship as long as he was, then it was worth it. Then he had to make it worth it. 

He started unscrewing the tops and setting them down on the floor, not looking over at Zur as he worked. He worked quickly, especially with such an easy task. “I guess this is the best kind of ship you can be on, as a mechanic? Lots of things to do, work never done, always things to take apart and put together better?” he asked, hoping to keep conversation going. 

[afakepsychic]

[bade-wavewar]

@joules-roscoe (either of them could be saying those lines)

[bade-wavewar]

Hydra, Phoenix, Vampire

Hydra: Does your muse have a reoccurring problem?

[[Answered here]]

Phoenix: Who was your muse in their past life?

Bade sighed, Eon and his existential crises were really working on their nerves. “Probably some sort of creature that got into trouble, because how else did I get enough karma to be stuck with you twice in my short life-span?” 

Vampire: Which of the Seven Deadly Sins relates to your muse?

“I don’t know… the gluttony version but for drinks? Perhaps a little greed, but only in the moment, not that I really have need for riches or anything, I just like to steal them from those who don’t need them either,” Bade suggested, with a lively smile. He had landed on the right ship in that sense.

[[Wrath, hands down that would be Wrath.]]

[bade-wavewar]

Basilisk, hydra, succubus, werewolf ☆°•

Basilisk: Has your muse been responsible for the death of another?

Bade raised an eyebrow at Joules at the question, then shook his head. “If ever, it was indirectly and certainly not my meaning. But so far, I’m not sure, haven’t stuck around long enough anywhere to see the consequences.” He scratched his neck. “So no.” 

Hydra: Does your muse have a reoccurring problem?

“Actually, I keep on running into trouble it would seem. For some reason people always want to help me or want me to help them with small… tasks which should get me into trouble if I don’t play my chards right,” he grinned. “I try to end up places and show people how nice I am, and I always end up going on crazy elaborate missions. You would almost think I go look for them.” 

Succubus: How does your muse view sexuality?

“As a thing that exists,” Bade answered mysteriously, and grinned.

[[Bade sees sex as a weapon or means to an end more than anything else. He has never been truly intimate with anyone because he liked them, often more prone to use sex if he sense someone else liking him and if through they can become useful. Gender in that case doesn’t really matter, and when the act is considered, it’s all about trying to please the other so he can make the most of it.]]

Werewolf: What makes your muse lose control?

“The booze-storage being empty, mostly.” He laughed at that. “Though listen, if we ever come across some natural moon dew, which was like… a type of alcohol from back home… I will definitely go crazy.” 

[[Any and all mentions of his brother.]]

[hedakylo]

Mythical Creature Ask Meme

Send a mythical creatures & I will respond to the corresponding question!

Acromantula: Has your muse saved a life?

Banshee: Has your muse had a close call with death?

Basilisk: Has your muse been responsible for the death of another?

Centaur: Has your muse experienced a physical altercations?

Chimera: Does your muse tend to be aggressive?

Cyclops: Does your muse immerse them self in a single task?

Dragon: How does your muse connect to fire?

Elf: Does your muse value appearance?

Griffin: Does your muse have any priceless possessions?

Hippogriff: Does your muse have a high level of self worth?

Hydra: Does your muse have a reoccurring problem?

Kraken: What haunts your muse?

Manticorn: What does your muse fear?

Mermaid: How does your muse connect to water?

Minotaur: What secret does you muse keep hidden?

Niffler: Does your muse value wealth?

Nymph: How does your muse connect to earth?

Orcs: Does your muse tend to be protective?

Pegasus: How does your muse connection to air?

Phoenix: Who was your muse in their past life?

Pixie: How does your muse tend to get into trouble?

Siren: Does your muse often act in revenge?

Sphinx: How does your muse value loyalty?

Succubus: How does your muse view sexuality?

Thestral: Has your muse witnessed the death of another?

Thunderbird: Does your muse value honor?

Troll: Does your muse have a collection?

Unicorn: Which of the Seven Heavenly Virtues relates to your muse?

Vampire: Which of the Seven Deadly Sins relates to your muse?

Wendigo: What makes your muse gluttonous?

Werewolf: What makes your muse lose control?

Wraith: How does your muse connect to the afterlife?

[polaris-eclipse]

[bade-wavewar]

Torn || Eon & Bade

artificialautonomy‌:

Everything has a consequence, even if he had simply followed the captain’s orders. Bade had always been distant, even on Rishi. Not the sort of distance created with the ichor of anger dripping from every sharp edged word. A type of distance most on the outer rim cultivate to survive. Keeping others at arms length, creating persona and escaping genuine trust. Ever since the photo left his hands, Bade had made his feelings clear. Always following Eon’s questions with a disarming friendly phrase or smile that did not match the malice. He begins to think mentioning Bade’s sleeping quirks was unwise.

“You talk in your sleep. Not frequently, and usually only after you drink.” Yet again his words flowing as if he’s unable to stop. Eon finishes braiding his hair, pausing to tie off the end before looking at Bade. “I can play a recording if you’d like to hear what you say. I can’t recall it based on memory– not accurately.” It’s not often he’s in their shared room, and he’d only returned to shelve the data tapes another crew member was so kind to give him. Classic books over a century old all held inside the thin storage device. Eon has his back to Bade as he organizes his texts. “I have no ill intention telling you this. It was just something that came to mind.”

What the fuck? What was it with this robot? He seemed so odd to begin with, and Bade figured he should’ve been used to that odd behavior already, given the time he had known the other. Though Bade liked to pretend Rishi hadn’t happened, since he had done some dumb things before leaving, had not made it easy on anyone. It wasn’t guilt that played a role here, because Bade didn’t feel any. He did what it took to survive and reach his goal, he had never really cared about the consequences before. Except now that Sal was a consequence he wasn’t ready for. And Eon was a call back to the past that could prove vitally difficult if the other decided to speak about things that would make Bade’ position within the ship less secure. 

“You recorded it?” It came out like a question, more confusion than anger. “You recorded it?!” he repeated, as anger filled up his lungs and the confusion waned. “Then I suggest you delete it right away," he said through gritted teeth. “Or I swear I will make sure Sal has to sell you as scrap metal!” 

[bade-wavewar]

Gratitude || Bade & Violet

Bade kept Violet even closer after learning about her past, about her planet. He had asked the system for some references about her race, to read up on what and who she was, but could find little in the sources where he had been searching. His acquaintances held little regard for the race it would seem, they went mostly unnoticed within the outer rim, not interesting enough for criminals. Which he foremost didn’t like, because it meant there was little to be made of. But he held out with the idea that she might prove important or else worth something to him. 

He escaped the medical bay with the knowledge that Doc least wanted him there when there was little to do. Or... well, didn’t want him there at all. And found himself roaming the hallways until he located Violet in the common area. He walked up to her with a lazy grin, and planted one hand on her shoulder. “Hey, just wanted to say thank you for helping in the med-bay. Doc’s a whole lot more nice when you’re around.” 

@dormant-violet

[bade-wavewar]

dormant-violet‌:

Screams, echoing in her head as blasters rang out. Setting the world on fire, setting her world on fire. Violet can still hear it all when she closes her eyes, so she keeps them open as she stares in front of her biting down on her lip to resist the crying out. She feels Bade touch her, but doesn’t attempt to shake him off this time as she rests into his arms as he leads her away. 

He asks a question but it sounds so distant, so faraway like she’s underwater drowning whilst he called out for her. She doesn’t answer and instead follows him back on board where a few crew members watch them carefully as Violet lets tears stream down her cheek for a moment longer. As the doors finally close and they are safely indoors. She stops suddenly blinking the last of her sadness away before wiping her face softly as to not leave any tear marks before bounding up the rest of the way. 

“Come on Badey!” She calls to him happily, “you were right, those people were not to be trusted~ They say all kinds of crazy things that make no sense at all. I should have listened and not ate from them, I’m sorry.” She turns to him, no traces of sadness on her face and even her eyes are turned upward at him in soft apology. “From now on, I will follow your warnings and heed them carefully.” She promises as she takes his hand, “shall we eat?” 

Bade could not keep a smile away from his face when they were back on the ship. But he did not smile because he was happy to see Violet smiling again. He did not smile because he was happy when she offered him words of agreement to his initial call for danger. He didn’t even smile because her blessed face was radiant enough to send the feeling through him. Instead, he felt himself smiling because he was impressed by how quickly she spun from one emotion to the other, he was impressed because both of those emotions seemed so genuine that even he was left wondering which one had been the true one, or whether they both were, or none. He smiled because he had learned something new, and she had been unable to pretend it hadn’t happened, for the bit of information was now logged into his brain as carefully as possible. Stored away for later use, if it had any use at all. 

end. 

[bade-wavewar]

Torn || Eon & Bade

There were moments when Bade walked into the bedroom he shared and didn’t find the robot on his side of the room, those were the moments when he felt most at ease. He had been much more careful with the photograph and data-stick over the past weeks, because despite it having already been shared with Sal, the idea of it falling in Eon’s hands again, filled him with dread. 

Bade walked in today, and Eon was actually sitting there. He felt a tension, but he wasn’t sure Eon did. It was palpabel, but while it might be for him, it might not be so for Eon, and he wondered with some confusion if he could do anything to make it even more clear to the robot that he did not appreciate him for all his... talk. 

“Now, what was this thing about me talking in my sleep?” he asked, his voice cold. 

@artificialautonomy

[bade-wavewar]

Are you aware you talk in your sleep?

What are you trying to say, Eon

[bade-wavewar]

(me: picks least intimate ones also me: BREAK MY HEART HOMIE)Ω♣♦

Ω Favourite feature of your muse’s

“Physical feature or mental feature? Hmm. Because we both know you’re incredibly beautiful, Violet, so how am I to choose a favorite physical feature? Your best mental feature that’s my favorite is easy though, that would be the sound of your laughter, and the easiness with which you end up laughing.”

♣ How they kiss your muse

“That’s a strange and very personal question, one would think you have different intentions with it. But, alas, given our great relationship, I’ll humor you.”

Sal is going to kill me for even talking about it. Bade gently placed one hand on her collarbone, move it up to the back of her neck, his thumb grazing the skin just below her ear, drawing small circles against it. Then he bent his own neck a little, his face edging closer towards her, while his other hand came upwards, so he could push her chin slightly upwards using his finger, and looked down slightly into her dark eyes. He closed the distance even further, till his lips were only a few millimeters from hers. Then he moved away. “And then I would kiss you, if I had a dead-wish.” 

♦ How they share a bed with your muse

“Like to platonic living lovers. Dream on, little one.”

[bade-wavewar]

☯,

☯ First impression of your muse

Do you absolutely really want to know?

I guess my first impression of you was a lot more kinder than it is now. I figured you would be one of those normal captains, who just wanted to fly their ship and earn some credits. A little brash towards the crew, but aren’t authority figures always. I figured I had nothing to worry about serving on this ship under you. How wrong I was, wasn’t I? 

[bade-wavewar]

joules-roscoe‌:

Joules took the transmitter cuff back and strapped it back on over his wrist. He performed a quick reset and the screen came back up, this time without seeming to glitch out. He would certainly need to get new parts for it, but that was a problem for later. For now, he had a working comm link again. “So, what you’re saying is, in order to get you to do anything, I’ve gotta make a bet with you? Noted,” he teased, chuckling softly and tucking his tools back into the inside pockets of his vest.

“I should probably get back to the cockpit, but I think I’ll pay the kitchen a little visit first. Speaking of bets, how long do you figure it’ll be before anyone figures out that I’m the one who ate the entire block of cheddar the other night? I don’t even remember doing it until I woke up with a soft, almost melted piece in my hand. Oops. That’ll be our little secret,” he mused. Joules didn’t eat very much when it came to meal times, but he snacked like a fiend, especially when he’d been drinking or having a particularly stressful day.

“Exactly what I’m saying,” Bade responded with a knowing grin. He very gladly would bet on anything, anything to get the adrenaline running, not to mention, Bade as a good sport, despite what anything would think. He didn’t mind losing, if anything losing made him better for others. Because others often liked you better if you were willing to bet with them even if you lost. They even liked you more if you lost all the time. And Bade was really good at losing without anyone noticing that he was doing it on purpose. 

“I say you have about twenty-four hours before anyone notices the cheddar being going. I’m not a big fan of cheese, else I would’ve been the first person to notice,” he said. “And not to worry, I like keeping secrets.” He waved Joules off. “See you around Cheddar boy.” 

end.

[bade-wavewar]

☮, ♤, ☆ [ IM READY FOR THE LIES

Favourite thing about your muse

That you don’t try to keep me awake a night.

Favourite thing to do with your muse

Very little to choose from, Eon. Definitely not sharing a room, that would be a terrible lie, and what else do we do together? it’s not easy to pick one thing.

What they miss about your muse when they’re apart

Your silence. But I miss that too when we’re not apart. 

[bade-wavewar]

☮☯️

Favourite thing about your muse

Oh, but you know that. There isn’t anyone else that I would rather take on a heist with me, we work well together, don’t we. 

First impression of your muse

Well, i knew you were the pilot already before I saw you, and you flew us out of a very tight situation, so I already had some respect for you, especially since I also heard that you were new too. I mean… I know all these ships are sort of similar and what not, but still, to fly it out of there. So yes, definitely impressed and grateful. Physically, well, I guess exactly what I hoped for. 

[bade-wavewar]

artisticfade‌:

an eyebrow on akaides’ forehead quirks up at the confession, his head tilting, his lips quirking. bade is usually so confident in his easy smiles and charming demeanor, it’s hard to imagine many of the crew disliking him, almost ridiculous. “doc doesn’t like you?” he asks with a small chuckle, his expression taking on a momentarily suspicious face. “did you bump into him in the hallways too?” his smile widens and he shakes his head. “everyone on this ship has such a strange tendency to run into each other, it’s so tight. for what it’s worth though, i don’t much like the doctor myself, so how’s that for a pin on its head? when row woke up, he didn’t even bother letting anybody except the captain know, which, since she’s more my crew than his, you can imagine how frustrating that is.” a hand in his hair, and sigh through his lungs; this is how akaides sells the stressed look. it’s more honest than he’s been with bade thus far, but every moment is more time he’s out here instead of getting this crate back to his bedroom.

he shrugs with bade’s dismissal of the offered conversation about the captain, deciding he doesn’t mind and he won’t press the issue, which is probably best given that he doesn’t know how close bade is with mr. i-want-to-be-a-god killer, but at least this way establishes that he isn’t excited about carrying the crate around or interested enough to talk about it. “hey, wash the worry from your mind, my strong wounded friend, no one enjoys getting tipped.” he grins and snorts, leaning against the crate in an easy fashion. “are you going to be alright though? i hate to sound like a classically pushy jedi shaman, but if you need a little push with the healing process on that…” he wiggles his fingers, fully expecting bade to turn him down.

Bade grinned a little easier one, despite the dull ache, the tipping pain, the feeling in his leg keeping him from fully encompassing who he tried to be. He had to force himself to be what he wanted to be in the eyes of those beholding him, but it was easier to fall back into the rage and anger that he carried deep inside. It was as if a mask was slowly slipping because he was far too tired and wary to keep adjusting it. 

“Ah no, if only I had walked into him, that might’ve made more sense.” He paused, adjusting his leg a little, despite it laying down, it still hurt. “I am supposed to help him in the medbay, but I’m very sure I’m more of a bother to him than a help. I’m not the best doctor,” Bade explained. So far, Doc was also the only one Bade did not like. Not the only one he wasn’t on good terms with however. He had a great hatred for Eon for sharing his picture with Sal, and a hatred for Sal for finding out the information behind the picture, but those he hated because of Baru, because of knowing about Baru. Doc was a dislike that came from being made to feel like he was worthless, even if Bade really tried to help out. 

Pushy Jedi Shaman, Bade laughed at the name the other had given himself, then abruptly stopped when the offer was raised. He shook his head. “No, no thank you. I’ll be fine without it.” He paused. “But thank you for the offer...”