MAN // BRIGADE

ghosts of the past always tend to revisit. rarely will they come bearing gifts of forgiveness. { Indie AGENT MAINE from Red vs Blue. Trailed by Alex. }

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     “ I can’t honestly tell you what I expected at this point. ”

     He falls back into silence until managing to come up behind the other, making sure he makes slight noise to alert of his presence. He’s learned what sneaking up on trained professionals feels like when he’s not dealing a killing blow. It never goes over well if they’re bigger than him. Though, that still doesn’t stop him from pushing his boundaries, as when he comes up alongside his companion, he reaches up to pat him on the shoulder a couple times, giving a chuckle. 

     “ We want them to boost the morale. ” He sounds as if he believes in the order and reasoning Kimball gave him. He’s starting to feel as if it’s bullshit. They look like morons. Not suited for war. But it’s better to not underestimate. “ We don’t know about them yet. Give them some time. They did take down Project Freelancer. They have to be good for something, even if they’ve been nothing short of unimpressive so far. ”

     It’s that slight cynicism that sneaks through, which causes Felix to pause, pulling his hands to himself as he thinks. No, don’t let that show. Better to leave that be. He’s got to keep up the performance. A smile returns to his features as he glances back over to his companion. 

     “ Let’s take a bit of a walk. Get in range of communications back to Kimball. Then I can call for the reinforcements. Not that I doubt you could single handedly give me the backup I’d need for Locus alone; the issue here is definitely going to be what he’ll bring with him once he sees me. ” The Feds definitely have numbers, last Felix checked. Which would mean the sim troopers might be ideal to bolster numbers as well. Not that winning mattered in the long run; it’s more a source of pride that his side won. 

     “ Out of curiosity; do you really have that low of an opinion of sim troopers ? They’re still soldiers, are they not ? ” It’ll be interesting to gain some knowledge. Especially given Felix’s own background, having served in the UNSC.

    snorts at felix’s answer and waits for the mercenary to show up, reluctant to venture too far into the canyon. turns at the sound of a boot scuffle and turns, tense, but relaxes when he recognizes felix. jumps a little in surprise at the contact - it’s been a very long time since he’s been touched without violence, after all - but doesn’t bother to brush him off.

    hums flatly, domed helmet turning to look back into the canyon, then turns his back to it, heading the way he came at felix’s suggestion. he’s not making it a secret that he’s not thrilled about recruiting these sim troopers. if he notices the merc’s cynicism, he doesn’t show it, nor seem to care.

[ they can hold a gun, i guess, sure. ] [ there were lots of little clusters of reds and blues during the war and most of them were nobodies that weren’t even good enough to be front liners ] [ they were sorted out and shipped to remote places across the galaxy and used for freelancer training ] [ most of them lost touch with the outside world, so to speak ] [ i’m half surprised this group even bothered to leave where they were stationed ]

    glances at the mercenary as he ascended back up the canyon wall, making sure he’s still okay.

[ i wish we weren’t so desperate that we’d seek out their help ] [ i heard they have a freelancer tho ] [ thought they were all killed ]

    liar. washington and himself are the last major ones alive and he knows that. still, it covers his ass, so.

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@mxmicry

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bad impulse of the day: wanting to revamp fe

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hi have i ever talked about how much i love my felix because i really do

[conniect-deactivated20210801]

Reblog this if you’re a blog that’s affiliated with the Rooster Teeth Show Red vs Blue. Put in the tags your character (OCs and multimuse included) and whether you’re private, selective, oc friendly, etc. You can also reblog this if you have a RvB verse, so be sure to mention that in the tags!

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the best part about being back in the fandom is easier access to l/ol/ix shit

[saltrat88]

“You’re not my Dad!”

Hahahahaha

[norseminuteman]

“I’m in a tank and your not” is probably the best argument ever.

[absolutelyalvaaron]

I love how the dude keeps popping in and out for each response

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He spits out the blood in his mouth, wiping his sore chin. “The police aren’t here to create disorder, they’re here to preserve disorder.”

    such a wild spirit, it’d be admirable if he didn’t join in on protests and facing off against the literal riot patrol. a skirmish had already started when maine got there, brief but still enough for some people to get hurt. unafraid, he steps forward, searching for his teammate and, when he finds him, pulls him away.

    keeps a restraining hand on lucio’s chest, a grumble of disapproval, of warning, drifting from him. shakes his head. it doesn’t matter what he says, this isn’t his fight. inclines his head to some of the phone cameras pointed to them in the nearby cautious crowd; the world is watching.

– @asthebeatdrops || slip of the tongue | accepting

[rhv]

genji’s hand curl reblog if u agree

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“i was late cause i followed this one dog three blocks in the wrong direction”

    lucio’s late. which is both weird and not; the man tends to either be early and full of energy or late and distracted. seems like today is the latter. gets to his feet when the dj arrives, clearly worried, but settles when the excuse is given.

    sighs.

[ was it at least fluffy ]

– @asthebeatdrops || sentence starters | accepting

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“all i can make is cold cereal & maybe toast.”

“    what. ” the word is rumbled around a plastic fork, hot cheap ramen still on his tongue. at least he bothers to cover his mouth as best he can before he talks. amused, he keeps his fork in his mouth as he reaches for his holo pad, typing up a quick message before turning the screen towards her.

[ cold cereal wtf does hot cereal exist or smth?? ]

– @conniect || sentence starters | accepting

[shittyrpmemes]

* ∘ ∙ — misc sentence starters (pt 2)

“give me a fucking break.”

“you’re the bees’ knees”

“i don’t need sex—the government fucks me over every day”

“confusing reality with dreams and having false memories is kinda my thing”

“kinda want a milkshake, kinda wanna fade away”

“what a motherfucker. what a tool.”

“who thinks they can find me & win?”

“eat my ass, spirits”

“i want to punch god in the face”

“rise & grind baby let’s eat today’s ass”

“i-is this allowed?”

“my objective in life is to dethrone god & destroy capitalism”

“excuse me but what the fuck?”

“this is so sad alexa play despacito”

“yeah, i like ass. After School Snacks”

“do i look like i know what a jpeg is”

“whom talking about vore?”

“words can’t hurt me these shades are gucci”

“this ramen is my girlfriend”

“all i do is drink water & be stupid”

“im a brat??? okay and??? i know??? next argument???”

“i’m just gradually becoming a disaster”

“check yourself before you shrek yourself”

“i don’t have to be drunk or high to make bad life descisions”

“aw hell yeah”

“don’t try it, demon”

“the dangers of being too cool: an autobiography”

“man, i can’t go in there. i’ve got all that stuff”

“whoever stole my cactus you’re a piece of shit”

“young, dumb & full of existential dread”

“why is being alive so expensive. i’m not even having a good time”

“oh yeah? i’ve got five words for you. please be nice to me”

“i was late cause i followed this one dog three blocks in the wrong direction”

“hate your job? try astral projection”

“alexa play africa by toto”

“all i can make is cold cereal & maybe toast.”

“i never know what’s going on & i believe it’s very sexy of me to be like that”

“i am very small & i have no money. so you can imagine the kind of stress that i’m under.”

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     “ All he has is the cloaking unit. It’s all he needs. ” Disgruntled depicts Felix’s tone the best; he hates the idea of not really being able to see Locus. The man was an excellent sniper before Charon handed him that damn unit. It only made him worse to fight after. A pause from Felix has him staring at his arm, where his own enhancement sits. 

     ‘ I took it off a dead Fed. ’ The lie he always tells flashes through his mind, and a scowl momentarily crosses his face before he lowers his arm, taking a quick glance back toward Cain as the text comes across on losing sight of him. A slight chuckle can be heard, though Felix doesn’t share the joke. A quick slide further down is preformed, and he keeps low to the ground, taking notice of a path that would lead him directly to where Cain was pointing out. 

     There’s silence for a few minutes from Felix’s end before he sends one final communication. “ Got your guy in sight. Going to make contact. Wish me luck. ” The last sentence a clear joke before Felix tunes out of the comms for a moment, kneeling in the opening before a quick “ Psst ! ” comes out, directed at the soldier in brown standing by the opening Felix is crouched in. Showtime.

     It’s a small bit infuriating, the exchange, considering the guy only spoke Spanish. Felix can only hope his message got across. If his message goes through, they’ll be ready for when Felix comes back. If not ? Well, that’s going to be a challenge. Slightly disappointed after the ordeal, Felix starts to ease his way back up the cliffside. Once he’s a far enough distance to not be heard, his voice comes through the comms again. 

     “ So. That went well. ” Clear sarcasm. “ Meet me halfway, would you ? We’ll need to get off this cliff and a bit away from the canyon so I can get a message through clear to Kimball. I want reinforcements. ”

    felix goes offline and cain elects to just sit, take some pressure off his knees. keeps glancing off to the left, though tries to convince himself that his unease stems from not being down there himself, from not being on the front lines. he’s so used to seeing everything first himself, playing support and standing guard is just strange. 

    his foot starts bouncing while he waits, watches the soldier he’d picked out turn to look briefly at something. maybe felix. waits. thinks about this locus, about what little he knows about him. he knows the story felix had told kimball, his history passed on when cain had asked her about him, but not much else. a sniper with cloaking though, damn. north and wyoming both had ai, but they never had that. that’s going to be a problem.

    honestly, it’s a bit of a surprise when the mercenary’s back on comms, implying his message was given. strange. the soldier he’d been talking to still hasn’t moved. trying to figure out what to do maybe? what did felix even say?

[ they’re sim troopers what did you expect ] [ omw ]

    shorthand, the message shot off just before he followed the barely visible trail felix had made just minutes ago, keeping low and hands out to keep from overbalancing. paranoia still stabbing at him, he can’t help but take his eyes off of what’s before his feet, searching the ground around his landing point, searching the dark corners around him. at least he’s moving.

[ on the ground now ] [ remind me why we even want them in the first place? ]

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chorus au /

after his tumble over the cliff, maine chose to leave his old armor behind and picked up a new set at some point later on, though he did strip all of his enhancements from it and kept them. he can use the lesser taxing units with little to no trouble (grav boots, cloaking, healing, overshields) but kept his temporal distortion, dome shield, speed/strength boosts and adaptive camo in case he’s ever in a pinch. or just needs to sell them. he’s incredibly reluctant to use his more powerful enhancements; he’s learned the price of running something like that by himself.

cain’s armor is now a basic mark vi with an eva helmet. steel grey as the primary color, silver accents.

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     Felix was about to take a jump and slide a bit of the way down the cliffside when the last message comes through. A direct pause comes from the smaller mercenary, turning slowly to stare back toward the other. He’s not used to that. No one really says things like that to him. There’s a narrow of his eyes, and a slight scowl that crosses his features. His hand tightens its grip on the rock he was planning to vault over. 

     He’s used to a plan being made and executed. That’s that. Getting the orders straight, and making sure Locus knew his. There was no ‘ I’m here ’ that ever cycled to Felix. It’s something entirely unusual, and for a moment it strikes him as wrong. He debates telling Cain off for that, or telling him that it’s ridiculous, but he quickly thinks better of it. 

     No, someone like that could be useful. If Locus ever got smart to Felix’s behavior, this was the type of man Felix would want to fall back to. A replacement. Hell, who knows, he could even prove to be better than Locus. Only time would tell; and it’s in that moment, Felix makes the decision that he wants to try for it. 

     “ Thanks. I appreciate that. ” His gratitude sounds entirely genuine over the comms as he easily vaults himself over the rock and slides his way down half the cliffside. When he comes to a stop, he drops down low, quietly moving down toward the canyon. His voice comes back over the comms, though in a low murmur. 

     “ Think you’d want to tag along on a few more missions with me ? I could use someone competent around for once. ” He eases his way toward an opening, but pauses to cast his glance around. He can never be too careful. While he knows he wouldn’t be taking a fatal shot, he does have a fear of taking a shot from Locus, as irrational for the man as that is.

     “ Oh. If you see a shimmer, tell me before you do anything. I’d prefer we regroup before facing off against Locus if he shows himself around here. I don’t want the chance of you or myself taking any form of sniper fire without a plan of action. ” I don’t need you taking a headshot from him. I might need you later.

    the look gives cain pause, wondering what made him stop. was it offering his aid? is that weird? why would it be weird? helmet tilts after a moment and then felix is gone, over the edge and making his way down. leans closer to the edge, watching his descent.

[ why not. better than going stir crazy back at base, so ]

    watches felix as he goes, watches how slow and careful he is. that’s not a man who’s used to having a capable team at his back, his movements slow and pauses habitual. he remembers being that careful, way back when in his own time he spent in the war. how long ago that was now, how reckless he’d grown in the project. blinks himself back to the present before his thoughts drift too far, catching a mention of a shimmer and recognizes what felix means immediately.

[ so he’s got a cloaking unit ] [ great ] [ got a bubble shield too? temporal distortion? ]

    snorts to himself; that was a fun enhancement but taxing as hell to run by himself. cloaking was easier by all comparisons. a sound off to his left, rocks shifting, and he snaps his gaze to the side. stiffens, hackles raising. no movement, and he waits a minute before cautiously turning away. checks the walls and ground below again, suddenly paranoid.

[ i’m about to lose sight of you. ground looks clear but i see someone just standing around near the middle of the canyon. ]

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     If you only knew the half of it. 

     Words that resonate when Locus’ name comes up. Though there’s a distinct snort at the autocorrect. Not an original one, but it’s still something that gets Felix. Namely because he can picture Locus’ slight annoyed expression when being faced with that. Should have picked a better codename. Like Felix. Siris had a good one too, but those days ? Long gone now. 

     “ Anything else you think I should save for Kimball ? ” A joke slid in, a sly smirk sitting beneath his helmet. There’s no way in hell Felix would go for Kimball, but he knows his friend has a point. She does seem to show a disturbing soft spot for Felix. It disgusts him, to a degree. Something of course, professionally hidden in his act.

     “ Well. I can tell you they’re definitely still color divided. Anyone in Blue has arguably the better side of the canyon. While the ones in Red, well, warm colors I should say, clearly got the shit end of the stick. Somehow I get the feeling that after all this time, these people still have some deep rooted issues to sort out. You’d think with their legend they’d be over this. ” So far ? Not as impressive as they were made out to be. In Felix’s honest opinion; he hopes they show to be terrible. Might make his and Locus’ jobs easier. 

     “ For the ones in Blue ? There’s three so far. And a Mantis. One of the guys off the Red side of the canyon is with them for now actually, so four technically plus a Mantis. On the other side ? I’ve counted five or so. ” Felix opts to back himself away from the ledge and start back down toward where he came up. “ I know how to at least get a message across to one of them. Before Locus tries to get there first. I know he’s been watching them too. No doubt he’s planing a move. If we’re careful, we get there first. ”

    hums in gentle consideration as felix lists off what he’s noticed, comparing it to his own mental notes he took in his brief time against the sim troopers. the blue team had taken more of his interest mostly because the dark blue one - caboose - had delta. dismisses him as a true threat; delta liked him, so meta never did much against him. he never joined in on that last fight anyway. he knows better than to dismiss him completely; delta had warned that the blue was smarter than he looked.

    but there’s three. caboose was clearly one, then the pest with the sword.. maybe epsilon ended up keeping his hosted body. he’s caught snippets washington’s voice though, shouting about one thing or another along with the others here. they really don’t bother to be quiet. hasn’t caught a glimpse of washington yet; probably off running around out of sight or something. while cain isn’t happy that his former partner is here, he can’t help but wonder how he’s changed since their release from prison. what he’s even still doing with the skittle troopers.

    snorts at the news of a red switching to blue. he doesn’t remember five reds, just three. the one with the shotgun, the one that stole his fucking brute shot, and the one that shrieked a lot. wonders who the missing two are, wonders who he forgot.

    pauses and shifts almost uncomfortably. we.

[ i think i’ll let you handle this one alone if you’re going down now ] [ i doubt a giant mute will do much for your chances ]

    especially if washington recognizes him. which he will. as if an armor change would ever fool him.

[ if shit goes south though i’m here ]