Nothing To See here

Asks: on Anon: on Ask/RP blog for a Brawl Stars AU, Dead Air. Feel free to ask the character, and/or for headcanons or in-depth about the AU. Character: H. Colt/[REDACTED] Mod is He/they/it

[jammed-signal]

“…the radio’s acting weird today…”

[jammed-signal]

How're you doing, right now?

“I’m doing… not okay, but not horrible. It’s pretty boring. There’s nothing to do without being spotted or whatever.” He’s fiddling with a pen he managed to get, clicking it. “Stupid joy enforcers walk the streets, you can’t even window shop here.”

“TVs are all on one channel - I didn’t feel like dragging one down here anyway - and the only other radio station is… I’ve listened to it way too much. So yeah, not much to do.”

He stops clicking the pen momentarily, glancing at it.

“I can’t even remember- I think I miss someone, but it’s probably the loneliness speaking. So I’m feeling… sad, frustrated, bored, and maybe scared. But that’s good. I shouldn’t be happy about something like this.”

[jammed-signal]

I feel like I recognize your voice, have you been on the radio before?

He laughs nervously, but quickly stops himself the second he hears himself. He shakes his head.

“No, I don’t think so? If I was, I wouldn’t remember. However I have…” He pauses, mumbling to himself. “How do I say this, without… uh, hm.”

He leans back, contemplating for a moment before sitting up again.

“I was probably on the radio, and I probably spoke to people here, a lot of people. That’s all I have.” He clears his throat. “Sorry I can’t be more specific, I don’t recall a lot, and most voices on the radio that can listen are - er - not sure if they’re listening now.”

[jammed-signal]

Oh! Hey! Hello! Who's this?

Colt perks up at hearing a new voice.

“Oh, hi. This is… I don’t really have a name - I don’t remember it - but I’ve been called Colt. I’m not sure how I feel about it but it should work for now. Nice to meet you.”

[jammed-signal]

A radio crackles with static, and is set to a frequency that seems to broadcast nothing but silence. It’s currently being tinkered with by a masked figure, who is messing with the dial on it.

“C’mon, cmon, work.” As he hits the side of it with his palm, it crackles with static. “…alright, that’s static. That means this is an open frequency. This shouldn’t be too hard to hack.”

After a few moments of further tinkering, he seems to have gotten it down.

“Testing, testing-“ There’s a bit of feedback, but it subsides. “Ow - at least it works.”

He clears his throat.

“I don’t know if anyone will get this, maybe it’s better if this reaches nobody, it means they can’t find it — never mind - is anyone out there?”

[Handsome Colt is now available for asks. Please keep them sfw, H. Colt is the current muse, but more may appear in the future.]