Vaguely Horrific Person

1/5 sarcasm 1/5 scary explosives knowledge 2/5 loyalty 1/5 complete lack of moral compass { indie daniel jacobi of wolf 359 }

[professionalbreakerdowner]

It's late when she finds Jacobi slumped over -- she's nearly alarmed at first, thinking he was injured somehow. But his quiet snores soothe that initial reaction. The sight of him sleeping is rather peaceful compared to his snarky wakefulness, and it makes her smile a tiny bit. Katyae dares not try to disturb him -- she can't imagine the grumpy wrath that might awaken -- and instead settles for grabbing a nearby blanket and tucking the thick fabric around his shoulders. After a moment of careful hesitantion, she leans down to brush a friendly kiss near his temple, featherlight and innocent. " Sweetest dreams, " And then she's gone, although she'll likely tease him later for finding him sleeping in the first place.

when he wakes, he's baffled by the presence of the blanket. his first thought is who? but of course, there's only one person it could be. his crew would never do something this gentle. well, officer zhu would, but not for him. it has to have been katyae. it's... a bizarre feeling, the slight fondness he feels over the action. he hasn't felt that way since maxwell.

the thought is slightly unsettling. he immediately decides to ignore it.

[fayn3ko]

Jim Sarbh as Savio Tellis in Yeh Ballet (2020)

[professionalbreakerdowner]

She’s been avoiding him. He knows, because he’s seen it plenty of times before. Jacobi is an acquired taste. One that plenty of people don’t acquire. And that’s fine. Mostly fine. He likes who he is. If other people don’t, that’s their loss. But the point is that it’s not hard for him to know when someone has been dodging him.

“Been kept busy,” he answers. He doesn’t know if someone asked Captain Long to keep him away from Katyae or if they just decided keeping him occupied would keep him out of trouble. Either way, it’s kept them apart. But then again, if she’d wanted to see him, she would have interrupted his tasks. Avoiding him.

He should call her out on it. Instead, he says something that’s almost but not quite kind. “You made it back.” Maybe she wouldn’t call it a successful mission, but she wasn’t dead. That wasn’t nothing.

[professionalbreakerdowner]

empathyled​:

She hums at that, nodding her head in understanding even as a frown shifts her features. It’s not very surprising to hear that he’s been kept busy – her Uncle had never liked Jacobi to begin with, had always disapproved of her getting to know him. It wouldn’t take much for her Uncle to somehow make it so that Jacobi and her saw as little of each other as possible now that she’d returned. Being as Katyae had been avoiding him anyways, she hadn’t really thought too much about why she hadn’t seen him around too often. But now… the thought burns the coals of her anger, stokes them HOTTER as she chews on the fact that it’s very likely Caesyl is still trying to CONTROL her…

Her head snaps towards Jacobi at his astute observation, expression an unreadable mix of emotions; fury, exhaustion, grief, horror, regret, and so many more rippling across her face and reflecting wetly through her eyes. Katyae stared at him for only a few seconds more before she was tearing her gaze away from him with a crisp humorless laugh. She feels COLD.

“ Yeah, I did. Woohoo. ”

The sarcasm feels thick and unfamiliar on her tongue, but the bitterness soothes something deep and ragged in her chest. Katyae forces her eyes shut and takes a few deep breaths, letting them out slowly and ignoring the way her breath shudders on the exhale. Then, oh so quietly:

“ I don’t know if I’m the same anymore, Jacobi. ”

She’s definitely not the same. The snark and the bitterness are new. Familiar to Jacobi. They’re old friends of his, really. But Katyae has never seemed to have so much as a passing knowledge of them.

But hey, trauma changes people. It made him a little nicer, maybe. Or maybe he did the right thing all those years ago just to win a bet. Who’s to say? Only him and he’s not saying one way or the other.

“What did I tell you before you left?” He doesn’t wait for her response. Maybe she doesn’t remember, but he does. “You either do or you die. You didn’t die. Sometimes that’s the only thing to do.”

[empathyled]

@professionalbreakerdowner

It's been weeks since she's seen him -- weeks, months? In all honesty, time has become such a fleeting concept since her departure from Sanctuary. Mission gone awry, Ravanna coming to find her, discovering that her Uncle had put a block in her mind, all of it blends together in a horrifying and dizzy collidascope of experiences that have left Katyae feeling RAW. So she escapes from curious eyes into an observation room that nearly nobody frequents, gazing out into the star studded expanse of the universe above.

When she feels his approach, her empathic field immediately shrinks away from him -- for his comfort or her own, she's not sure. His presence RATTLES her for some reason. Katyae offers him a small fleeting glance and nods her chin once in acknowledgement before her eyes fixate again on the window.

" I haven't seen you since I got back. " She swallows thickly, ignores the desire to defensively pull her knees up towards her chest. It's been on purpose, she knows. She's avoided him for reasons that even she doesn't understand. " Been keeping busy? "

[professionalbreakerdowner]

She’s been avoiding him. He knows, because he’s seen it plenty of times before. Jacobi is an acquired taste. One that plenty of people don’t acquire. And that’s fine. Mostly fine. He likes who he is. If other people don’t, that’s their loss. But the point is that it’s not hard for him to know when someone has been dodging him.

“Been kept busy,” he answers. He doesn’t know if someone asked Captain Long to keep him away from Katyae or if they just decided keeping him occupied would keep him out of trouble. Either way, it’s kept them apart. But then again, if she’d wanted to see him, she would have interrupted his tasks. Avoiding him.

He should call her out on it. Instead, he says something that’s almost but not quite kind. “You made it back.” Maybe she wouldn’t call it a successful mission, but she wasn’t dead. That wasn’t nothing.

[professionalbreakerdowner]

@empathyled​

He nearly jumps out of his skin when he turns around to find Katyae standing there. His hand is on his weapon before he’s fully processed that it’s her and it takes longer than he’d like for his heart to start slowing down. “Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

[professionalbreakerdowner]

inchargeofthisdisaster​:

“Is it really such torture?” It would have been easier if he had fallen for the trick, but she supposed he may have at least learned something through the many times he’d played. “You don’t enjoy playing at all?” 

"Do I look like I’m having fun?” he returned, scowling over at her. He wasn’t just going to give up easily, but that certainly didn’t mean he was enjoying himself. “How would you feel if I broke out Funzo in a hotel room one night?”

[professionalbreakerdowner]

inchargeofthisdisaster​:

“Do you want to tell me?” She knows. When Kepler first introduced the game, it was more than obvious that Jacobi hadn’t enjoyed it in the slightest. She was sure that the colonel had pushed it onto the SI-5 quite often. At least they wouldn’t go as long as Kepler and Hera had. Isabel knew Jacobi would give up before they got to that point. 

“Did you really think I’d fall for a trick like that?” The answer is too many times. He’s lost track anyway, couldn’t have told her even if he wanted to. “Are we really this bored? Have we seriously hit this new, terrible low?”

[inchargeofthisdisaster]

professionalbreakerdowner​:

The way she starts the conversation, he already knows he’s not going to like whatever she says. It’s something in the tone, in the sudden breach of the silence between them. He groans when she asks the question, but it’s already a question. It’s already started. “Don’t you think we’ve suffered enough games?” He thinks he’d almost rather be back on the Hephaestus than deal with this.

“What?” It’s all she can do to contain a laugh. She’s surprised that he responses with a question at all–Lovelace almost expected to be met with silence. Or some kind of bitingly sarcastic comment. She wonders how long it will last. “This isn’t entertaining to you?” 

[professionalbreakerdowner]

“Do you know,” he retorts, “how many times I’ve lost this stupid game to Kepler? Do you have any idea what a sore winner he was?” It hurts still to think about Kepler or to talk about him. Not as much as it hurts to think about Maxwell, but the pain is still there. But it’s been hurting a little less, for every Goddard building they’ve destroyed. Memories are getting a little more sweet and a little less bitter as each day passes.

[inchargeofthisdisaster]

@professionalbreakerdowner​

“Hey Jacobi…” They’ve been driving for a long time now, and while the silence is comfortable, she still doesn’t appreciate being left alone with her thoughts for too long. “Want to play….Questions Only?” 

[professionalbreakerdowner]

The way she starts the conversation, he already knows he’s not going to like whatever she says. It’s something in the tone, in the sudden breach of the silence between them. He groans when she asks the question, but it’s already a question. It’s already started. “Don’t you think we’ve suffered enough games?” He thinks he’d almost rather be back on the Hephaestus than deal with this.

[ston-rampler]

[professionalbreakerdowner]

can y’all believe i’ve had eiffeI as lowkey muse on here for over a year and i have not put any info up for him nor figured out my post-canon verse for him?

[professionalbreakerdowner]

“Actually, I’d prefer to keep my handcuffs on. They’ve become part of my signature look.”

[professionalbreakerdowner]

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[professionalbreakerdowner]

yikes i haven’t been over here in so long it made me log in again and i almost couldn’t remember the info.

[inchargeofthisdisaster]

professionalbreakerdowner‌:

“I’m telling you now.” The rest of the details don’t particularly matter. It hasn’t impacted the quality of the work he’s done. “A splint would be better. I need to stop moving it.” He’s pretty sure he’ll fuck it up with just a sling, though he doesn’t really want to acknowledge that.

“Fine. I’m sure there’s some supplies in Hilbert’s little shop of horrors.” At least he’d left behind something useful, even if his life’s work had been a waste. “Follow me. We’ll get you fixed up.” She turned toward the lab, not even bothering to check if she was being followed. “And Jacobi? Next time you get hurt, tell someone. We can’t have a non-functioning member of the crew.” 

[professionalbreakerdowner]

“I was perfectly functioning.” Which was one of the main reasons he hadn’t brought it up sooner. “And I brought it up when I stopped being functioning.” Maybe he could’ve mentioned it sooner, but why? He’d half hoped that by putting it off, it would fix on its own and it wouldn’t have been a problem. Unfortunately he wasn’t quite that lucky.

[inchargeofthisdisaster]

@professionalbreakerdowner​

“Do you think maybe the direct approach isn’t the right move?” Lovelace wiped her mouth, grimacing at the blood that came away on her hand. She spit the taste of it out of her mouth. They’d taken a pretty fierce beating between the two of them. Usually, they tended to be more covert on their mission to destroy other companies, but this one had become complicated the moment they’d walked through the door. Apparently word of their escapades had gotten out. People had been prepared to take care of them, even when they’d just been casing the joint. “We might have lost the element of surprise.”  

[professionalbreakerdowner]

This had gone... a lot worse than any SI-5 mission he’d been on, but it wasn’t surprising. The SI-5 had exceeded at subtlety, but that wasn’t the point of what he and Lovelace were doing now. They were burning it all to the ground. He popped some ibuprofen into his mouth, dry swallowing them. It wouldn’t make a huge difference, but he wasn’t going to take anything stronger than that. Not while they were still working. “Right. Well, I guess we’re going to have to figure out how to do this without the element of surprise. ...I’m guessing we can’t just start with blowing the building up, can we?”

[inchargeofthisdisaster]

@professionalbreakerdowner​

“Eiffel…there are some things you probably don’t want to remember from our time on the Hephaestus.” If she were honest, there were some things she’d prefer to forget. Her husband was understanding, but he could never fully understand what she’d been through. She’d figured that Eiffel would be someone she could confide in when they got home, until… “Don’t ask questions unless you really want the answer.” 

[professionalbreakerdowner]

“...fair. I, uh, don’t think I want to know any details about the empty man.” Listening to that recording had been deeply unsettling, honestly. He was pretty glad he didn’t remember some of the things he was hearing. “...I do have to know though... was there really a plant monster? Like for real? A sentient plant?”