Kid Rebel Mink

Mink, 18 years old, rebel, Telepathy

[kidrebelmink]

New Directive || Roy & Mink

roy--walters‌:

[Roy chuckles a bit.] I know, I’ve um… I’ve looked for it since we talked about it, too. I guess just one day, someone returned it? It was just sitting on one of the back shelves. Maybe the universe was just being nice to me. [He doubts that. Jut a fun coincidence. There was something rumbling in the back of his mind. He ignores it for now. At least while he still can. God please he just wanted to have a normal conversation with him.] Yeah, it’s pretty damn good. Haven’t gotten that far into it yet, but… yeah it’s good. [He says with a smile. he pats the seat next to him.] You can read it with me. Or I can give it to you when I’m done. Whatever’s easier. And, um, you don’t have to sit if you’ve got like, other things in mind. Just um, you can if you want. 

[He wants to be friends with Mink. He wants to be able to hang out with him like things are normal. And right now he thinks he can manage that. But the Reaper’s been quiet in past conversations. He wonders why, but he doesn’t want to look this gift horse in the mouth. He just wants to enjoy this normal time he can have with mink before something changes in his own head that tells him he needs to stop.] So how have you been? Anything, um, anything new with you?

Same! I’ve also looked for an audio-book version and even an e-book! But it seems like the gods favor you more than they favor me. Or you have better karma, whatever it might be, you’ve just become my favorite person. [Mink said, and as he said it, he remembered that Roy was already his favorite person, and he quickly gave himself a fist in the gut before he could start blushing.] Whomever that someone was, who kept it from us for so long, I hope we meet them one day, make sure they don’t hog the second and third books either! 

[How can someone be so cute and so hot at the same time? Mink wondered as Roy patted the seat beside him and so charmingly asked him to sit down next to him. AND READ IT TOGETHER? This was a dream come true, luckily Roy wasn’t an Empath, or he would not know how to deal with the feelings Mink emitted.] Oh gods, shhh! Of course I want to read it together! [There was nothing he wanted more in the world.] That’s like... one of my favorite things, reading books or comic books with other people. [With you, mostly.] How far did you get? 

I’ve been good, you know, just regularly living through the corrupt society, doing my chores, eating my daily water and bread, the usual. How about you? [He asked with a smirk, hoping Roy had been good to.] Actually, lots of weird shit happened to me. Like, the other day, I ran into a jacket I thought I’d lost, someone else was wearing it, though. And he claimed to my face that it was his, which is bullshit, because he also didn’t want to show me the sleeve, which would make it obvious if he was lying. Didn’t get my jacket back, eventually. Which is stupid, because it’s not like any of us really have that many clothes. Oh, and I met Kip, he’s a D&D nerd, so I told him we were also looking to play D&D. I’m not sure if he likes me all that much though, but I put your name out there, so maybe you can play D&D after all! 

[kidrebelmink]

Arithmancy || Mitch & Mink

mitch--douglas‌:

Ohh… mm. [[ Mitch nods in agreement, shifting in the chair so he can lean back and fold his arms over his chest, nodding solemnly a second time. ]] This is actually a tougher choice – you’re right, before national healthcare, or I guess it wouldn’t be a question at all.

[[ Rubbing a couple of fingertips along the stubbled edge of his jaw, Mitch starts to smile. ]] Obviously, as a Hufflepuff, I think it’s their problem and I don’t give a– [[ Nope, he can’t even say it jokingly, dissolving into laughter and running the same hand over his face instead. ]] I won’t even try to joke about that, it’s never going to fool anyone. Mm.

[[ It’s also funny to him how these questions are highlighting his own naïveté. ‘You don’t help thieves’ – Mitch would, apparently, for such an act of desperation. He sighs out a breath and shrugs helplessly, smiling. ]] Four, I’d give them the money. I can’t imagine trying to tell someone my bike is more important than their sick mother’s life. I’m not, however, going to be trying to nurse anyone back to health – I wouldn’t be much better at that than I would be helping to repair a car over the phone in a horror movie.

It’s tougher because this question at least doesn’t have half ass-hole questions, meaning you actually have to think about it! [Mink offered, nodding as they filled in Mitch’s answer in the quiz. So far, that seemed like less of a Hufflepuff answer, so maybe Mitch would end up being a Griffindor or a Ravenclaw from the looks of it. Though they still had their money on Hufflepuff.]

That, and it would’ve been a horrible joke. But you saved your reputation just yet. I’m just going to pretend you never even tried to make that joke, and move on to the next question: A friend of yours tells you that there is some really cool stuff in an old abandoned building. When you get there you see a sign that "Danger: Do not enter!", but the building doesn't look dangerous. There is nobody around to see you, and your friend wants to check it out.

This is my kind of friend, obviously. I could probably be the friend trying to coax you into following me into that building. THINK OF ALL THE GHOST WE COULD SEE, TEACH!? 

But anyhow, le answers: wahid, that’s Arabic for one, Obviously there is some dangerous stuff in there, and we shouldn't be going inside. There are no wrong answers, but that one is a wrong answer. Athnan; Maybe I'll just take a peek inside for a little while. What could it hurt? or thlath, pretty sure I’m butchering the Arabic language, but I can only count to ten. Danger shmanger! There's probably some cool stuff inside. Let's see what all the fuss is about. [They winked at the last possible answer, giving the floor back to Mitch.]  

[kidrebelmink]

Oh Master of Confidence || Mink & Corbin

[kidrebelmink]

call-corbin‌:

[He tilts his head at the question, then scoffs a little, nodding.] Yeah mate, course. What, you think it’s only kids who do the school thing? Nah, that’s what the apocalypse has brought us. Forced education for life. Even the Elites and the older folk take classes. They just take different ones. Probably less, too, but still. 

[It shouldn’t be a bad, thing: free education. And realistically, he knows it’s not. He hates 99% of his classes, and he resents homework like you wouldn’t believe, but he also knows it’s better than having no options at all. Surely there are a bunch of people who appreciate it more than he does. And even he appreciates it a little… but to admit that wouldn’t be particularly in keeping with his general reputation.]

Mind blowing ideals, eh? [He snorts again, grinning—and though he does assume Mink is just playing along with the joke, there’s a little part of him that makes him inquire a little more. Because is it also possible that Mink does have some kind of alliance or something? Sure, when they’d met, Mink hadn’t really settled here, and had been really uncomfortable in the Colony, for obvious reasons. As far as Corbin knew, Mink still was pretty uncomfortable. But it had been some time now… had Mink found a way to start gathering allies? And would he ever try something like what happened with the raid again? Corbin would like to think he wouldn’t, especially because by the sounds of it, Mink was just following orders from an insane Radical who wasn’t above brainwashing a bunch of kids… 

But it was worth asking about. Even just as a method of understanding the kid better. Corbin had said he’d helped protect Mink, and he’d meant it. But he couldn’t do that if he didn’t know what was up with him—the good at the bad. Especially not if Pax, he and Mouse were planning on moving forward with their.. plans, anytime soon.]

What sort of mind blowin’ ideas? Got yerself a little ragtag posse now? Do ya have matchin’ t-shirts? 

That’s fucked up. That;s like, all you looked forward to as a kid. To be finally done with studying and sitting in a classroom. And now you’re telling me that I’m forced to give up my dreams and be a student for life. I think I’m going to be sick. [He said dramatically, hanging over the side of the couch and making throw-up noises, before slumping back into his seat.] This is the end, I don’t think I can go on anymore. I’m already failing math, now I’ll fail at life too. 

You know it, after I set my record straight with the people, they flocked to me as if I was Professor Xavier. [Mink said, another dramatic gesture followed. It felt too good to go along with these kind of jokes. He honestly lived for it. Talking with Corbin and Andee made him feel more alive. As if it didn’t matter too much that the world had gone to shit and all his friends were either dead or out in the Wastes. He felt a little more care-free if he could make jokes and delve into yet untold, alas very fake, stories of grand adventure.] 

We stand for a whole matter of things, actually. Free coffee for minors, for one, post-apocalyptic worries left us with a taste for caffeine. Uhm, comic book classes, because where else are we going to learn about our super-powers. Let’s see, chocolate for breakfast, of course. And a whole lot of other stuff. Currently it’s just me, like, team Mink, but I’ve sort of already recruited Roy and Lake, they both love comic books. And they humor me a lot, so that’s always a plus. You’re allowed to join too, if you want. But there’s a whole ritual you need to go through, and I’m not sure you have the right comic book knowledge to pass it first try. 

[bextkedits]

[kidrebelmink]

D, and D, and De Nerds || Kip & Mink

kip-whitmer‌:

[Mink relaxes a little; enough that Kip can let out a breath. They’ve both been waiting for this to go downhill, apparently. He’s still not a hundred per cent sure, because the air between them feels wary still, but he thinks that maybe this won’t end in an argument.

He’s glad for that. Kip hates the idea of fighting with other Infected people, because it feels like letting the NWRF win. He might not agree that the raid was a good thing, or the right thing to do, but it’s significantly less awful than what the NWRF were doing.

…He thinks.

It’s difficult to say, really, because he’s pretty sure he’d heard that people had died in the raid. Yet as far as he knows, the NWRF haven’t actually killed anyone. It’s why Kip has avoided aligning himself with any groups thus far; he knows he’ll never fully agree with anyone. After talks with Teilo and Zach, he’s been prodding around his PDD to see if he can figure anything out, and it also gives him time to consider if he really wants to team up with them. They’re probably stronger united, but he isn’t a natural team player, and he’s also aware that Teilo is particularly silver tongued. He doesn’t want to allow himself to be talked into anything just through charm and flattery.] 

I just worry… [Kip flips idly through the pages of the book in front of him, not really looking, but just eager to have something to do with his hands as he mulls over Mink’s words.] Like, how far can that kind of thing go before we’re no better than them? You say that ‘Evolved’ doesn’t mean other people are less, but it kind of… just does. Something that’s not evolved is un-evolved by definition. It doesn’t sound better than Infected to me, because it still has an implication of superiority, it’s just that we’re the ones benefiting from it. I mean, that’s just semantics really, but it seems like a slippery slope. If we’re calling ourselves Evolved and using violence to get what we need, is that any different or better than what the NWRF are doing?

[He’s careful to keep his tone level, simply curious. He’s not asking these things to challenge Mink’s beliefs, and he really doesn’t want to start a fight. But he wants to know more – the NAR sounds appealing, but he won’t throw his lot in with anyone until he knows the full picture, and understands all parties involved.]

[Mink lifted their shoulders in a gesture that they also didn’t know. Did they worry about it though? No, because they knew very few people who even worried about the term Infected. So why should Evolved be any different. It was just what you were used to. And they liked how it put people like them in a positive light, rather than saying the were ‘infected’ with something. It sounded gross, also it didn’t match with how incredible their powers were. But well, they could understand that the term Evolved wasn’t much better than Infected. It was just better for them, it was nice to hear as it made Mink feel like a superhero.] 

Like I said, I wouldn’t have picked it if they left it up to me. I would’ve gone for something more catchy, something comic-book-y. Powered, maybe. Or I don’t know. Mutants? The X-men made it work for them, after all. But I guess that’s the thing. it’s like the X-men, isn’t it. You have the people who believe those with powers are Evolved, like Magneto, and you have those who believe those with powers have a responsibility, like Professor Xavier. And then you have the government, who want to control the Mutants. Personally, I’m on team Professor X. But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t support an alliance between him and Magneto if the situation called for it. You know, if the lives of all mutants were in danger. 

[Mink rambled, but it was easy to ramble once they had comic books on their mind, or that one X-men film, but they weren’t really sure if that had been the second or the third movie. So they kept the knowledge to themselves since they didn’t want to come off as an idiot.] 

[kidrebelmink]

Arithmancy || Mitch & Mink

occamcomplex‌:

[[ Even if Hufflepuff seems to be the foregone conclusion they’re both already expecting, Mitch is still more than happy to continue; he loves listening to Mink talk. The animation of their hands and features, the colorful interjections, everything about it is terribly charming. He laughs in easy agreement to the mock-movie ending constructed, positively delighted. Mitch is well enough aware there are those in the colony who find Mink’s presence unnerving, and he doesn’t necessarily blame them or want to invalidate those feelings, but he himself can’t help but be glad they’re around. His shoulders already hang so much less tensely for the course of the conversation.

Mitch is, unsurprisingly, shaking his head along to any answers that recommend even threatening violence towards a child, letting Mink rule them out right off the bat – not that they weren’t already assuming as much. Mink takes ‘a minute to process that’ and Mitch lets out a soft chuckle, bordering on a snort, as he flattens his palms on the table. ]] Well, I think this question self-eliminated plenty of answers for me, because if I can’t handle a little talk-back from a kid without wanting to threaten him with physical injury, I should really hand in my teacher’s certification. [[ Not that such a paper meant anything at all anymore, but Mitch could still consider it a point of pride.

He drums his fingers on the table in consideration of the last few answers, and likely still picks the one that the two of them – and perhaps everyone else – would expect. ]] ‘Numero cinco.’ He’s obviously quite upset, to go so far as to accuse me in public with so many people around, and without backing down. I’d want to make sure his mind is put at ease.

And this is why you’re a good human being. I can’t even imagine someone answering one of those first two’s. Like, you would have to be a little fucked up to be yelling that to a small kid. Even if you don’t like kids. Anyway, enough about how fucked up humanity can be, we have to move on to the next question. [They winked, looked back at the Echo and started reading the 7th question aloud, when they remembered to fill in the previous one before they forgot. They scrolled back.]

So, Question numero... sept? Seite? I always mess up French and Spanish. Like, those five words that I know in either language. My gran tried to teach my Arabic, but I was shit at that as well. I only learned a little Spanish because of Zorro. I had a friend of mine whose parents were from Spain, and he loved Zorro, but he could only find the Spanish dubbed one online, so we watched that every Wednesday afternoon during lunch. 

Anyway, no clue where all of that came from, question number seven: You have saved up for months to buy a new bike. As you're getting ready to buy it, a child runs by and steals your money. You chase him down and find that his mother is deathly ill and the child stole the money to buy her medicine. I think this was before national healthcare. But the possible answers to these questions are the following: one, you don’t give a fuck about other people. You think it’s their problem, you worked hard for that money and it’s yours. Honestly, even I wouldn’t be this heartless. Also, I would probably never make enough money for a bike anyway. Two; perhaps you would have helped them if they’d asked, but you don’t help thieves. Three; maybe you’ll let them keep some of the money and buy the bike later. Four; they’re obviously more in need of that money than you are, so you give all of it to them. Five; you’ll give them the money, AND you try to nurse the mother back to health. Six; you refuse to give them your money, but you still try to nurse the mother back to health. 

Okay, these answers are more like it. More human if you ask me. 

[kidrebelmink]

D, and D, and De Nerds || Kip & Mink

kip-whitmer‌:

Nah, it’s never for more than like, a few days. Few weeks if you’ve like, really fucked up.

[It’s fucked up. They could just issue community service or something useful, but… well, clearly those in charge don’t listen to reason.

The way Mink explains their involvement, it sounds a lot more understandable than Kip had imagined. Mink doesn’t sound mindlessly angry or aggressive; they sound like a kid that was excited to be involved in something bigger than themselves. And Kip gets it. He’s not done anything on the scale that Mink had, but he’s certainly done stupid things in order to fit in, or impress older people.

Obviously that doesn’t excuse what had happened, but Kip gets the impression Mink hadn’t known fully what was likely to happen. They talk about ‘bosses’, which actually borders on sinister to Kip. He hates the Reformists, but having some sort of organised pro-Infected group just seems like tipping the scales too much in the opposite direction.

He’s never heard the term ‘Evolved’ used before to describe those with Infections. And he’s not sure if he likes it; it sounds very superior, as though they’ve reached a point in their development that some people never will.] 

Okay. Yeah. I get that. [Kip nods levelly; he can feel how Mink simmers below the surface, hackles raised and ready to argue, and Kip’s not really looking for that. He’s not trying to prove anyone right or wrong here, he’s just trying to understand.] Obviously I don’t think the status quo here is great. Don’t think anybody does, really, and everyone’s got different ways of pushing back. How come you say ‘Evolved’? I don’t think I’ve heard that before.

[’Infected’ obviously has its own unpleasant implications, but he’s not sure if ‘Evolved’ is an improvement.]

Really fucked up. [Mink said in agreement. They couldn’t imagine what that would do to a person. They had see some movies where such things happened and it always ended up with the main character going completely crazy. They figured they too would end up completely crazy.]

[Mink was ready to start fighting him if things went south. Not actual fighting, but arguing until they could either win it or flee. They didn’t want to, but they figured given how old both of them were. They thought Kip was the kind of individual who might. However, the other surprised them with that. There was no fight, no arguing, no trying to convince Mink that what they had done was wrong. Maybe because Mink had said all the right things, maybe because the other didn’t want to discuss it further, because he might to a certain extend believe it as well. Or at least they could hope.]

[They watched Kip for a little while, before their heart beat calmed down and they felt a little less on edge listening to the other speak. Maybe this could turn into something positive, they almost smiled. Kip seemed to focus only on one part of their long speech, the term Evolved, which was something Mink had gotten comfortable saying back at the base, but here it had almost been beating out of them. As if thinking it wasn’t a disease was somehow wrong.] That’s what we used to call everyone who was Infected back where I’m from. [Mink started to explain. They had gotten incredibly great at not mentioning too much about where that was, because they were loyal, unendingly loyal, to their friends. They probably couldn’t explain where it was their friends were holding up, and even if they sometimes had a feeling that they had been left behind here, that they had been expendable, they still didn’t think about selling them out.]

It’s not a term that’s like... suggesting people without powers are less, I mean. I don’t think it is. But it is a lot more positive than Infected. Like, I wouldn’t have picked it, if they asked me. But I felt part of something bigger the moment they told us that was what we were. [Mink explained, a little longingly to be back there. With their friends, with people who seemed to want to understand the new powers only to help those who had it. That didn’t want to figure out where they had come from, only how to hone them so nobody would be bothered much by them. They imagined a lot of people being better of if they learned to accept what they had, not fear it.] 

[kidrebelmink]

Oh Master of Confidence || Mink & Corbin

[kidrebelmink]

call-corbin‌:

[Mink sits, so Corbin takes their lead, dropping himself into one of the sofa seats with a flump and a small sigh.

He checks the time on his PDD at the question, then shrugs.] Meh. Got class in like, an hour. Might go, might not. Fuck it. But I’m bored, and I got mates in class, so it might actually be the better alternative to sittin’ ‘round. Also thought about headin’ down to the docks today. I think Pax might be helpin’ some of the Marines down there with deliveries, and I like to lurk ‘round, see if I can score any deals for—[he glances around. No Elites in sight for the time being… but there are new NWRF floating around these days, so he should probably be careful. He lowers his voice to a subtle hush.] —things I can sell on the Black Mark’, ya know? ‘Gotta up my game with merchandise now that—

[Now that his main source of income is a no go. He’s already had some disappointed customers try to convince him to change his mind—one even offered to pay Corbin triple his usual just to let him suck Corbin off—and it’s tempting only for the deal, because Corbin learned a long time ago how and when to take advantage of those when they’re in his favour. And this would have been so easy, like taking very expensive candy from a baby. 

But good deal or not, the answer stays no, and it’s easier to hold his ground than he’d thought it would be. Maybe because getting to call Pax his own, to wear his brand like a dog tag, is a reward in and of itself. He finds himself… oddly proud, for a git who’s never once belonged to anyone before. Who’d never wanted to, until now.

He stops himself from saying it though. He’s proud, but he’s not at the point where he’s advertising it. He’d just gotten away with himself. 

He grins.] Well, never mind. Just always a good idea to try to stay relevant, know what I mean? 

Anyway, what ‘bout you? Any big plans on the agenda? World domination? Formin’ an aliiance of all the littles under 5 foot 3?

[Mink did listen to all of it, everything Corbin said with an intensity as if knowing any of that could bring them closer together. But what he mostly spotted on, was class. Somehow, Mink thought he was like... much older than him. That at some point you didn’t have to go to class anymore - aside from Reflection Hour probably.] You got classes still? [He asked, because nobody could stop his curiosity from flaring up at the right moment. He wondered what Corbin’s main source of income was, and how the whole black market thing worked, but as entertaining as that might be, he had little interested in that. Some part of him thought it would be a little boring. It probably had something to do with how secretive Corbin was about it. And he didn’t want to push their friendship.] 

Sure, I do a lot of strange things just to make sure people still recognize me every day when I strut through the hallways. [Mink said with a slight jest. He could imagine however, Corbin dominating the hallways, everybody either friends with him or at least very familiar with who he was. Jealous or happy to see him. Mink couldn’t imagine being like that, he already had a few notches in his reputation because of... well. No need to let his mind wander on that.]

I have you know, it’s 5 foot 4, and we’re a very serious cooperation with mind-blowing ideals that go beyond having chocolate for breakfast. 

[kidrebelmink]

But Girls love Girls and Boys (and love is not a choice) || Andee & Mink

[kidrebelmink]

andreya-roche‌:

Depends. Usually go through a series of traumatic events, but it seems you’ve already done that and you don’t think you’re wise. I think your only option then is reading a lot and hanging out with the right blokes. [Returning the wink, of course. She stretches her legs out and toes off her shoes. Seems they’re going to be here for a bit, and she wants to be comfortable during conversations like this.

Shrugging, Andee appreciates that she’s closed that chapter on her life and can talk about it freely and without any tears. Now she can share what she’s learned, and hopefully impart some hope. But most of all, she’s warmed by the idea that Mink immediately refers to Ava as family. Yes. She was.] I asked. I begged. In the end, what happened, happened. To this day I’m not sure if what they did was on purpose or really was filling a need elsewhere. I’ve accepted that I’ll never know.

[Her brows come down in playful astonishment, but it makes sense – people who haven’t been across the water may not exactly know the reference to American Southerners. It reminds her how lucky she’s been.] Imagine someone with all the charm in the world, they have a “Sunday best” outfit, they speak slowly and softly, like this, bless your little angel heart, sweet pea. [She does her best at a honky Southern drawl, it probably ends up sounding more Cockney than anything. Andee softens, nodding.] She would’ve loved you.

True, but if you hadn’t wanted to share, I wouldn’t have pressed. Besides – I’m not doing this to dangle a secret in front of your nosy little nose. It’s out of respect for the other person. We agreed to keep it this way. All right?

[Mink dramatically looked from left to right, then up.] Tell me where these right blokes are, I shall talk to them! [They announced, throwing a fist into the air as if they had just defeated the Pokemon League. Like Leo, from the eight generation. Was it Leo? Lee? Leon. No matter, not important. Them and the other kids at high school had fast tracked through all those games using cheats on the computer and it had been rad, but playing at 2x speed did mean you missed almost half of the fun. A bit like growing up in the Wastes, you went at 4x speed and you missed all of the fun. Mink was due for a little fun.] 

Maybe one day, you two can be reunited. I like to believe that most things are like movies, there will be a bitter sweet ending. Hopefully mostly sweet. [Mink said, because they looked at Andee, and they knew this Ava had meant a lot to her, and they felt rather sad to know they had been ripped apart with no clear reason. They imagined Roy being placed somewhere else, never knowing if they could’ve stayed friends, or maybe have become more. And also, the idea of Roy being transferred didn’t just fill them with dread, but they got a little angry too, because it was cruel to take away someone’s free choice. They knew if Roy had the option, he would want to stay here, he seemed a little bit comfortable here.] 

I would’ve probably loved her. I tend to fall victim to anyone who is even in the slightest bit charming. Also accents. She was American? [They asked, because it sounded a little American.] 

Okay, okay. Out of respect for the other person, and because I’m a good person, I won’t mention it again. 

[kidrebelmink]

D, and D, and De Nerds || Kip & Mink

kip-whitmer‌:

Yeah, the tattoo thing. They add up, and if you get too many they’ll stick you in the cells.

[Fuck. Kip thinks he might have stuck his foot in it, as he is so prone to doing. Mink’s face falls, and with it he feels their mood drop. And he does feel a pang of guilt for that, because he’d really not set out to cause any upset. But it’s an important question. It had to be asked, because if he didn’t ask it, he’d feel like he was proceeding under false pretences. Because honestly, if Mink is the kind of person that wholeheartedly supports kidnapping and all the nastiness that came with it, he’s not sure if he’s really going to want to let this conversation go too much further.

Maybe it’s a little hypocritical of him, since Kip isn’t exactly a paragon of good behaviour, but the whole thing just makes him… uncomfortable. If Mink just got caught up in the excitement and allowed themselves to be swept away, he could understand that, and forgive it. But if they really believe what they did was good, he’s not sure if he can. Shifting where he sits, Kip finds he can’t quite maintain eye contact. Though he’s prone to fights, that’s generally when he’s amped up and running on adrenaline. This isn’t one of those moments, and so he’s a little more himself: shyer, more awkward.] Right. I thought so. Um… why? How did you get involved with something like that?

Oh seriously? And then what? They put you in a cell and you never get out? [Mink asked, feeling like surely and slowly they were finding out they had a right to try and oppose this government. That their friends better come soon and safe them before it was too late.]

[As they warily studied Kip, they thought about their answer. They still stood behind what and who had driven them to participate in the kidnapping, They knew, now from personal experience, that this place was a terrible place to live in for the Infected. And they had tried to save just a few of its population from being treated like dirt, like inhuman dogs that did not deserve a place among the living. The NWRF would never be able to sway them to an other side, nor would any of its Colonials be able to convince them that what they had planned on doing was wrong. It wasn’t. The Infected were mistreated here, and they would be better off in the Wastes. It just... Mink knew they couldn’t, wouldn’t be, able to convince them either.] 

I was asked... it was a pretty big deal. Like... they picked me for it, wanted me along. So I did. And uhm. Because we were trying to do the right thing. I know... I know it’s wrong, like... technically not very smart. But we were trying to... what I knew about the Colonies, they’re prisons. I feel like we had that much right. And it was more of a prison break. Where I’m from, the Infected aren’t... see, they’ve already corrupted me in here. The Evolved, we’re not Infected, it’s not a disease! My friends and I, those Evolved and not Evolved, we were all equal, we all do chores, none of us get tested upon. We were saving people to give them the chance to live in a better place... didn’t work out, obviously. I’m stuck here now, and yeah, I know there were better ways to do what we wanted to do, really, talk it over with my bosses, I didn’t do the planning, I was just giddy on the whole idea of them picking me. 

[Mink felt a little defensive... correction, a whole lot defensive. They knew this was probably the end of it, or Kip would drive his argument further, and they would just slowly grow more and more tired until all they could respond with was ‘yes’ or ‘no’. Fucking Colonials.] 

[kidrebelmink]

Arithmancy || Mitch & Mink

occamcomplex‌:

[[ Mitch finds the comparison strange as soon as he makes it, but he also finds it apt: spending time with Mink is a bit like spending time with an enthusiastic battery. Their energy is thoroughly infectious in the best way, and even if Mitch can’t get a word in edgewise, he rather doesn’t care. He decides he could listen to Mink talk all afternoon, and at the rate they’re going, this may very well be the case.

He also can’t help but compare their enthusiasm to some of his youngest wards, which hopefully wouldn’t come across as patronizing or unflattering. Quite frankly, it’s on an ever-dwindling list of items that truly give Mitch hope anymore; the enthusiasm of youth. That there’s still enthusiasm to be had in the world is a terribly comforting thought.

Mitch knows his answer to the question before Mink even goes through them, but he lets them finish regardless, an absent smile on his lips. ]] I’d absolutely go get them, no questions asked. I’ve always been rubbish with cars, but I think even if I did know a thing or two, I’d still offer to take a look in person rather than coach over the phone. Because yeah, remoting in car repair seems… iffy. [[ He pauses, then adds with a chuckle. ]] Maybe that’s how the horror story would get both of us? Lord knows that’d be how I go, lured to the desolate countryside because I was determined to help out a friend…

You’re not even charging them for gas money, that’s so Hufflepuff of you. [Mink said dramatically. Though, what would happen if Mitch suddenly WASN’T a Hufflepuff. Problems for later.] Very iffy, very iffy indeed. You can spend the whole movie asking the friend why they called you in the first place. You would definitely be the protagonist though, so no worries there. I think you might survive, and then the end credits role, and we hear an other phone call, and we see you waking up in the middle of the night, and on the other end of the phone is an other friend, asking you to please come back them up. And there is a zoom on your face, and we can see the horror in your eyes, but then your Hufflepuff-ness takes over and you answer: yeah sure, be there in ten. 

Anyhow, still lots of questions to go, Teach. We’re moving on. Question six: A little kid accuses you, in front of a whole crowd people, of stealing his toy which you did not do. You are twice his size, but he won't back off. Pretty sure you would charm the kid into letting you off the hook, or I don’t know, distract him by being you or something. You gotta pick from the answers though. So off we are, answer one: How dare he insult me in front of all these people? I'll show him how things work in the real world! - Real world, says the wizard to the kid. That’s like, minus points for bad come-back, don’t choose this one. Okay, number 2 is you explain to him that you didn't take his toy and give him fair warning that he'll have a black eye if he doesn't drop it. Oh wow, these answers are so violent. I need a minute to process that, who would even say this to a kid?!

[Mink closed their eyes, then looked back at the Echo pad.] Numero tres, you try to rationalize with the kid. Tell him you didn't take the toy and refuse to fight him even if he takes a few swings at you. Sounds more like it. Then numero cuatro, you tell him you didn't take the toy and direct him to someone who can help him find it. Or numero cinco, you explain to him you didn't take the toy and offer to personally help find the person who did.

[kidrebelmink]

New Directive || Roy & Mink

roy--walters‌:

[Something about reading had become a lot harder after D-Day. He thought it’d be easier, that you’d want an escape from this horrible world. Or even just something to pass the time. But it was a struggle. Something about sitting in silence with your thoughts that made him feel like he was losing the little bits of sanity he had left. And that was only on good days when the Reaper actually let him read. But he always tried to get back into it. It had always been such a huge part of his life, it felt stupid that he couldn’t do it anymore. He missed books, he missed getting lost in stories and just that feeling you got when you were invested in a story.

The library is quiet, so he goes there when his own head is too loud. Sometimes he tries to read. Today he didn’t think he would, but after scanning the shelves he had found the first book in the His Dark Materials series. It had definitely seen better days, and honestly, he could barely make out the title on the spine, but it had caught his eye and he felt almost compelled to pick it up.

He still doesn’t know what to think about Mink. They were confusing to him and he didn’t know why. He feels a draw to him, and they have enough in common that he should have no trouble just saying they’re friends. But that was such a hard thing to do because it opened up so many doors that he was scared to look behind. What it could do to Mink. What it could make Roy do to Mink. And that’s not even touching what Orson had said. 

He should bring that up, he should think about it or ask about it but he’s afraid to. He’s afraid of how it could impact whatever little bit of friendship he had with Mink. He’s always been a master of living inside an illusion. An illusion that he didn’t need people in his life, an illusion that he could trick the Reaper into letting him have friends. He could just live this lie of acting oblivious to Mink’s past until he brought it up. Then maybe he’d mention that he knew something about it. Maybe.

Roy sits curled up in a seat, actually getting a few chapters into the book which honestly feels so good to do, before he hears his voice. He almost jumps a little, looking up with just a hint of a grin. There’s a ringing in his ears, just a constant hum that he tries to ignore.] Hey, [he returns, sitting up straighter in his chair. Roy flashes the cover to him with another little smile.] I saw it on the shelf and just couldn’t help myself, [he admits.] Almost like the universe knew you’d find me reading in here. [he jokes a bit, remembering his page number before shutting the book.] How’re you?

[Of course. Mink’s smile got much bigger when Roy presented him with his recent find. A book to his heart, and to Roy’s, one of the subjects to bring them together. But his smile disappeared and made place for an act of surprise, looking at the book with intense enthusiasm.] Where did you get that?! I mean, library, obviously, but I’ve been scouting the planks ever since we talked about it! [He looked at the worn out cover of the book, the title was readable, but only vaguely, it must’ve been catching dust for ages.] Tell me, is it as good as I can remember? [He asked dramatically.] 

[His smile returned, naturally, talking with Roy was such a breath of fresh air, in the sense that it was always welcome. He didn’t feel like he had to stand trail for anything, he didn’t feel like he needed to explain himself. There was just this ease, lack of tension, and therefore Mink felt right at home. It hadn’t taken a couple of conversations, it hadn’t been met with any bumps in the road just yet, and he knew that if there were, they would get past it. It seemed that sort of friendship. The kind that Mink’d had only a couple of times in his life. The ones marked with equal respect and care. Even if Mink ended up putting more effort in their friendship than Roy, he wouldn’t mind. He would just cherish the idea that the two of them hung out. No matter on what terms. It was good that way.] 

[kidrebelmink]

New Directive || Roy & Mink

[Mink was aware of how little he actually got into contact with Roy over the course of weeks, they hadn’t had many interactions since Mink had first flirted with him, but there was a profound sense of friendship that Mink was certain he wasn’t just feeling himself. He knew Roy had trouble making friends and believing anyone would want to be friends with him. Which made him even more intent on showing him that Mink cared, that he cared for their friendship and for him. More than just a crush, but also as a crush. A huge crush. Mink thought about Roy on a daily basis, in all matter of situations. Even if he still didn’t know a whole lot about him, there were all these things that reminded him of Roy. Like, Marvel, Lord of the Rings, Dungeons and Dragons, Dinosaurs, inventions, nerds, science, math, Spiderman, books, the sea, boats, and so on. Aka. most things Mink thought about during the day eventually ended up having something to do with Roy.]

[Today however, Mink didn’t just think about Roy, he actually saw him; sitting in the library, reading a book. Looking very comfortable in his chair. He walked up to him right away, no pause, no second thoughts. He just walked.] Hey you! [He said with a smirk as he tried to get Roy’s attention.] Figured you would be here. What are you reading? 

@roy--walters​

[kidrebelmink]

Look at the Comic Books I found! || Mink & Roy

[kidrebelmink]

roy--walters‌:

[Roy grins.] Well, for as long as they are, it’s only fair that they’re a good representation of the books. [He nods along. Its been a while since he’d seen those films. It would be nice to watch them again. Roy laughs at the chore comment.] Yeah, they can’t let us have too much fun, can they?

[He smiles, shaking his head a bit before looking over at Mink.] You seem to highly overestimate my friend-making skills, [he jests. Honestly, probably would be easier to befriend a multi-ton lizard than some of the people in the Colony. A quick, odd thought crosses his mind; if he could time travel and went to see the dinosaurs, he’d probably be the reason the asteroids struck then, too. He chuckles a bit.] Okay, good. And I’ll do my best. 

[He gave Mink a lopsided grin. Roy hates that he still can’t tell if he’s messing with him, even just a little. He shouldn’t really feel that way still, since overall it seems like Mink actually likes hanging around him. But there’s a part of him that still doesn’t get it. Roy nods.] Yeah, definitely. You’ve gotta tell me what he says; there’s a lot I need to know. [He thinks on the question. He’s never really thought of that. Well, that wasn’t true. There was a moment he thought about asking someone if he could get transferred after the whole Rebranding/interrogation thing. But he realized he’d probably have to talk to the chancellor to do that and at that time he didn’t want to, and he didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of having Roy just completely submit and show how much what had happened truly affected him.] I dunno. Maybe somewhere warmer? Are there any Colonies that took root in like, an abandoned seaside resort? Because if so, I’d want to go to that one.

No, that would be against the rules. We need to face at least 20 percent of suffering every day, and we’re certainly not allowed to call a day a good day, because that would be too much. [Mink pressed onwards, throwing out joke after joke as he rambled through this seemingly unending conversation with Roy. For a moment he wondered if the other enjoyed it as much as he did, seemed like it. He seemed way more comfortable than he had been at the beginning of their conversation, and even more than when they had first met each other. Which felt like centuries ago, in a good way.] 

I feel like that’s a challenge. If i could bring dinosaurs to the Colony, I would, trust me. Just to prove my point. [Mink said with a wink. He liked hearing Roy chuckle, it was such a sweet and innocent sound, it suited him more than when he looked sad.] 

I will, I definitely will. [Mink responded. However, if he could have a sit down with Spiderman, with Peter Parker, some part of him wished his brain would listen to his wishes and just put someone who looked like how he wanted Spiderman to look on the seat. Roy... just Roy, the way he was now, but with a Spiderman oncie hidden under his clothes.] A seaside resort? [Mink asked with a huge smile.] That is... brilliant! Honestly. What if they still have a water park that works? Oh dear, anywhere near the ocean where you can swim all year round is a blessing. I can barely imagine it, but there has to be some place, right? Maybe we should pirate a vessel and find out for ourselves. Just saying, the two of us, we have like a five percent chance of surviving, good enough for me. [Mink enjoyed the flow of the conversation, the constant up and downs, the rhythm that followed their jests and jokes. It felt comfortable and nice, wholesome even. He never wanted this conversation to end.]

Fade to black. 

[kidrebelmink]

Oh Master of Confidence || Mink & Corbin

[kidrebelmink]

call-corbin‌:

[Mink sometimes reminds Corbin of a comic book book character. They seem to pop out of nowhere, and start talking as if they’ve been there the whole time, no introduction or hello needed. They’re animated and colourful, and Corbin is often torn between being surprised by the fact that he and Mink wound up being friends considering how they got here, and being surprised that Mink was involved in something like the raid at all. It’s even harder to imagine now that he knows them—and now that Mink was popping up into the Delma common room talking about cookies and begging to be entertained.

He grins at them, giving a snort.] Mate, you are talking to the king of the spotlight. I know all about entertaining and needing to be entertained. [He takes a bite of a red liquorice (or maybe they’re red vines?)—Pax had brought him by a pack last night, one he’d apparently nabbed from the suppliers or something. He holds the pack out to Mink, in offering.] Want one? 

[Mink grinned, because of course that was the kind of answer they were expecting from Corbin, from a friend. From his friend. Corbin was the king of getting attention, anyone just had to look at him once to know that. There was this playfulness and confidence behind his gaze, and currently it made Mink happy to have a friend like him. As if just being privy to his jokes was a blessing. So he nodded, sat down and took one of the red vines.] Why, thank you. [He said with an obvious smirk, knowing full well that liquorice always fucked with his teeth, preparing for the annoying pain that would soon split through his jaw.] 

So, I came to the right person. Should’ve known, almost as if I did know. [Mink responded, winked once, and checked the Delma common room, which seemed a whole lot more comfortable than the Torren common room. It might be the difference in people... Mink so far hadn’t gotten off on a good foot with any of the people in Torren. Not. A. Single. One. At least as far as he knew.] So, what are you up to today? Aside from obviously living the good sweet life. 

[felix-tee]

finders keepers | mink + fee

[kidrebelmink]

felix-tee‌:

Oh my God. Were they going to cry? Was this little Tasmanian gremlin actually going to cry over this? Oh my God, how pathetic. 

Of course, these were all pretty hypocritical thoughts, because Felix was an absolute Queen of crying when he was just straight up angry or frustrated—or when he was just trying to get what he wanted out of someone like his father, who usually responded to a display of waterworks. But as we’ve already established, Felix was pretty ignorant to his own hypocrisy. On some levels, he probably knew, but he was exceptional at being selectively self aware. He was so caught up in his own feelings, that it was easy enough to block out any of those nagging voices of reason or knowing better. Because he didn’t want to know better. He wanted to be right. Because he deserved it.

He probably should have anticipated this part—the part where the stranger used the argument of just showing them the sleeve, so they could both be done with it, since Felix was so sure—and maybe he had seen it coming, but that didn’t stop the little jump in his throat as he was put on the spot. He felt like a cornered animal—obviously, he couldn’t do that, because to do that would mean being proven wrong, and now, more than anything, Felix just wanted to come out of this argument on top. He didn’t even care about the jacket anymore—not really. Arguably, he hadn’t cared about it all that much to begin with. Now though, he would even rather give the damn thing back on his terms. Pretend like he was doing it out of pity, even though he knew he was right. He wanted to be the one to take the high road. 

But that wasn’t really possible anymore, because then they would see the stain and they would know Felix was lying, and Felix was in too deep to turn back now—even to play dumb. No, he had to win this. He had too much pride to back down now. 

The other—whose name Felix still didn’t know, and it wasn’t like he was going to stop and ask—was starting to yell now, and Felix glanced around warily, while trying to mostly keep his eyes trained hard on the Gremlin in case they tried to… hell, who knows. Jump him or something. He felt a bit like he was being interrogated by a spitting TomCat. Carrying God knows what kind of diseases. “Listen, Gizmo, I’m not going to fucking show it to you, because I don’t owe you anything, you wretched little maniac. So you can call me a liar all you want, but you’re not getting near me.”

By the time the Gremlin sort of clawed Felix’s direction as if to grab him, or the jacket, or both, tears had started to well in their eyes and they were all red in the face and shaking and people on the field were definitely looking now. Oh God, this was not the kind of attention Felix wanted. Not so early in his stay, anyway, while people didn’t know him well enough to know that he was obviously the one in the right, here. Ugh. 

He scrambled to his feet, putting distance between them. “Okay, you’re like, totally crazy, and you’re making a scene and I’m not going to give you anything, because I don’t fucking need to. Especially not when you’re like, violently attacking me. And even more especially, because this is mine. So I’m going to go now, and don’t you dare follow me. I don’t have a rape whistle anymore, but I can scream really loud, so don’t even think about testing me.” 

He awkwardly took a step down the bleachers, keeping an eye on the other young survivor and trying his best to keep both his balance, and his dignity.

This was so unfair, this was so fucking unfair. They knew it was their jacket, but the other was making them doubt their own eyes. Even without the stain, Mink could see the little things about their jacket that could prove it was theirs. It was pretty easy to recognize a piece of clothing if you only owned a few pieces, they became like a second skin, with all the little curves, scars, and freckles that you knew by heart. Mink hadn’t given the disappearance of the jacket to heart much, they hadn’t gone looking for it like crazy, and they hated this person for making that so important, as if they had given up their ownership of the piece of clothing just because they hadn’t looked for it hard enough. As if this person tried to tell them: you didn’t find it, so you gave it up. And now it was hanging around his shoulders, taunting Mink. They couldn’t understand why this person couldn’t just admit to having Mink’s jacket, why he was so intent on keeping up the lies. Did he do it on purpose? Did he like to make Mink feel bad? 

Mink didn’t care anymore, they were crying anyway, thick crocodile tears falling down their cheeks as they stood in front of the other, who had moved away quickly, and shouting things like gizmo and little maniac, and even mentioning having a rape whistle or not having a rape whistle... honestly, Mink was barely listening. Their brain had gone into complete overdrive, and while their body kept them from moving forward again and trying to grab the jacket - though it was probably the fear that raced through their body and not their body itself - they shouting back whatever seemed to come natural, as if in a fight or flight situation, their body choose flight, while their mouth choose fight. 

“IF YOU SHOWED IT, I WOULDN’T HAVE TO CALL YOU A LIAR!” they also didn’t care about causing a scene. They already had a certain reputation around the Colony, no matter how often people didn’t recognize them. As long as their body remained in flight mode, they should be good. They didn’t think they could get into more trouble just for shouting at someone. “BUT YOU CAN”T, BECAUSE IF YOU SHOW IT, IT WILL BECOME CLEAR THAT YOU’RE A FUCKING LIAR, WON’T IT!?” They gritted their teeth, stayed on their spot, feeling gravity weighing them down. 

They knew they weren’t going to win it, because there was no way the other would give up the jacket without a fight, and Mink wasn’t fighting. While they were shouting, they realized it was useless to try. Better for them to run away and hope neither Corbin nor Elly nor anyone else Mink had come to trust, would think they were overreacting. They weren’t, right? They were just standing up for themselves, because who else would? Who else would recognize that jacket at theirs? Nobody had probably seen Felix wearing theirs, because they simply hadn’t recognized it as Mink’s. But they had been truthful so far, they hadn’t lied to anyone about anything, every time someone asked if they were involved in the kidnapping, Mink told them honestly. They didn’t lie, and they didn’t like that the other made them feel like they did. 

“YOU’RE THE ONE WHO IS CRAZY AND MAKING A SCENE, IF YOU JUST ADMITTED THAT YOU WERE WEARING MY JACKET WHEN I ASKED THEN WE WOULDN’T HAVE BEEN IN THIS SITUATION! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!” Mink shouted, “AND FUCK YOU! VIOLENTLY ATTACKING YOU?! I HAVEN’T EVEN TOUCHED YOU!” Then, quick-wittedly, raging anger and feeling powerless, Mink pushed a final couple of words through their mind into that of the other. I’m fucking testing you, give it your all. 

[kidrebelmink]

D, and D, and De Nerds || Kip & Mink

kip-whitmer‌:

[Super obedient in high school? Kip can’t see it, initially, because Mink has made a pretty strong impression for themselves as being a rebel, but, again – they’re so young. And he has to remind himself, it’s possible to rebel against unfair treatment and oppression but also be well behaved in classroom environments. Kip might be committed to flouting rules just because he likes to be difficult, but not everyone is like that.] 

As someone that has skipped it, I’d recommend not bothering. Much as it sucks sitting staring at nothing for an hour, them busting your balls and giving you strikes for skipping it is even less fun. And yeah, I used to be the DM for my group before the asteroids. I was so fucking uncool in high school, figured I might as well embrace it. [He flashes a smile, before a more thoughtful expression takes over his face.] Look, can I ask… you were involved in that raid, right?

[He decides to just ask it, bluntly, as he tends to do. He’s not great at pussyfooting around, he’s not the most tactful person, but it feels like an elephant in the room right now. And Kip could ask other people, but he’d also kind of like to hear Mink’s side of things. Everyone’s biased, and presumably a lot of people are going to be biased against Mink. Kip would like to give them a fair chance, but he’s also not going to just invite them to a D&D session without clearing the air.] 

The strikes is just the tattoo thing, right? I’ve never really understood how any of that worked. I mean, I’m bound to find out at some point, right? Given the situation, but then again, I feel like I would never do that. Or maybe I would, but it would definitely be to impress someone. [Mink admitted, grinning to themselves.] Uhm, listen, running a Dungeons and Dragons group, actually running it, is one of the coolest things ever. If people say it isn’t, they’re wrong. It’s like such a stupid idea, anyway, that being a nerd is uncool. Especially since nerds were the ones to make Star Wars, Star Trek and the whole Marvel Cinematic Universe a hit. So, I will forever stand for the fact that the uncool were truly the cool, but the not-truly-cool just hadn’t realized it yet. [Mink proposed.]

[Then they had to face the question. They could see Kip’s face changing, but weren’t prepared for what he was about to ask. Their grin dropped right off of their face. They should’ve known the question would follow at some point, they should’ve known it would become a problem. Because honestly what if it didn’t? Then so much would be left unsaid, while Mink could feel that it was important. They bit their lip and looked at the ground.] Jep. [Was all that followed, because Mink didn’t want to answer more than that question. Part of them hoped that that would be it. That this would be the only thing for Kip to ask, and this would settle it. Mink bluntly admitting to the fact, and they could look past it from then on. But they knew it wouldn’t. Kip would want to know why, they all wanted to know why, but Mink wasn’t sure if they wanted the answer that they could give.]