put 'em down, nice and quiet.

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[rebooted44]

wingxcontender‌:

Her eyes flitted up to meet him, and…

Oh.

Well…she understood now, anyway. And when he apologized, she shook her head. “It’s alright. Sorry, I…guess I should start again.”

And she smiled, as warm as she could, like the solar fire she imbued herself with – she should’ve figured. Sometimes she forgot how it easy it was to, well…forget. “Limbo-13. That’s the name.”

limbo-13. he thinks he can know that.

“alright...” again, banshee nods, seeming more awake than before. more alive. he holds eye contact this time. “alright. don’t worry about it. it isn’t your fault. if we’ve met...” he gives his head a little shake, and his shoulders relax. “banshee-44. good to meet you. again..? hang on.”

he turns his head, and pulls a well-worn notepad into view. he scribbles something down, though his handwriting is messy, it’s something he’ll be able to understand. limbo-13. he won’t remember a much older notepad tucked away in the back, with the same name and the same quick details on a different page. 

“...there.” he looks pleased with himself as he shuts it and slides it away. “maybe that’ll help.”

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Limbo’s fingers deftly fidgeted with the clasps of her gloves as violet optics were cast downwards, and a heavy, synthetic sigh left her. She was never good with words.

“…I know it’s been a while,” her voice was soft, lavender lighting up from her mouth as she spoke. “…‘m just…’s good to see you again, Banshee. I always miss my friends.”

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[rebooted44]

banshee pauses, and finally, he glances up at her. just from the corner of his eye-- that unfamiliarity in his tired, dull optics. he looks sad, or almost guilty. then he looks down. he finds that looking at the hunter straight on made him feel a bit worse.

“...sorry.” why he’s apologizing, he’s not sure himself, but it’s the first thing that he replies with. then, he nods his head once. “it’s... good to see you, too. glad you’re around.”

[rebooted44]

‘ i really miss you. ’

* dark matter starters

“hm.” the sound is quiet, the gunsmith’s arms are crossed where he leans on the sill of his kiosk. he doesn’t look the hunter in the eyes. something to his left is apparently more interesting.

“you know i’m always around.” banshee finally speaks, rough whisper lighting up the back of his throat with a cool blue. “not much to miss either way.”

[vhsmeme]

* dark matter starters

dark matter is a novel by blake crouch. tw: self-harm and suicidal ideation.

‘ how does that feel? ’  

‘ you should eat something. ’ 

‘ is everything okay? ’ 

‘ you have cuts all over your face. ’ 

‘ we’ll go someplace safe. ’

‘ you’re in no condition – ’

‘ there’s a car following us. ’ 

‘ you’re burning up, __. ’ 

‘ i can’t sleep. ’ 

‘ we’re all real proud of you. ’

‘ don’t touch me! ’  

‘ i should take you to the ER. ’

‘ you’ll be right here? ’

‘ i hope you’ll be more comfortable here. ’

‘ what does your gut tell you? ’ 

‘ let me take you to the hospital. ’

‘ stay with me. ’

‘ i told you. we’re a family. ’ 

‘ keep your voice down. ’

‘ what about me? ’ 

‘ last night, you asked me how we fix this. ’ 

‘ turn around. ’ 

‘ i don’t need you doing something heroic. ’

‘ you’ve been following me? ’ 

‘ by the way, this is going to stay locked. ’ 

‘ they carried you in here a little while ago. ’

‘ i’m scared too. ’ 

‘ just fucking do it. ’

‘ can’t you see it’s me? can’t you tell? ’

‘ you don’t look fine. ’ 

‘ bullshit. ’ 

‘ is something wrong, and you’re not telling me? ’ 

‘ so how serious is it? ’ 

‘ what’s in the bag? ’

‘ i just need you to listen for a minute. ’  

‘ __, are you having any thoughts of hurting yourself? ’ 

‘ you don’t get to – ’ 

‘ i really miss you. ’

‘ my phone’s dead, so i borrowed one off this woman on the train. ’ 

‘ because i didn’t sign up for this shit. ’ 

‘ i know. i just didn’t want to wake you. ’

‘ i’m not suicidal. ’  

‘ you live with your choices and learn. ’ 

‘ i feel like i’m caught in a nightmare and i can’t wake myself up. ’

‘ go to hell. ’    

‘ you don’t remember? ’ 

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All those reboots might have finally gotten to him…

[rebooted44]

Gives him a little pat on the shoulder, "I hope you're having a good day, Banshee."

touch my muse -- tread with caution

“hm.” banshee glances up at the unfamiliar face, head cocked almost questioningly. nothing unusual here. so he offers kez an appreciative nod.

“thanks.” he would smile if he could. “hope your day’s been a good one, too.”

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“–listen, i said i didn’t want any trouble. just take the gun and get outta here.”

“that’s not all i came here to see you about, 44. i asked you a question.”

“traveler…”

it’s the dead of night, and the courtyard is empty, save for two other souls. banshee-44 crosses his arms and glances away from the individual in front of him, whisper managing to become even quieter. “everything’s there. nothing’s outta place. i didn’t…”

“didn’t what?” the stranger crosses their legs under them, leans on the counter while their other arm hangs down at their side, gun in hand, not yet holstered. they prop it up on the counter next to their elbow. “tell me.”

“it’s a good gun.”

“44–”

“i got someone at home waiting for me.” a hint of desperation.

the stranger cranes their neck to try to look banshee in the face. banshee avoids eye contact.

“…alright, then.” they finally let up, stepping away from the counter. “keep your secrets. i’ll leave you be. but next time this happens… i’ll leave them something to wait up for.” they turn on their heel, and start to walk away. “i’ll see you tomorrow night, 44.”

“aren’t you gonna–…” banshee tapers off. pay for that?

“i’ll see you tomorrow night.”

and then there was one. the gunsmith stands there for a couple minutes, staring off towards the hangar. and then, something odd; he takes a shaky breath, and moves to close up shop, like nothing happened at all.

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[rebooted44]

It feels like it's been forever. It feels like it's been a moment. Maybe it's been a day. Then again, a month just as easily passes by. It's hard to tell how much time elapses when there's no true gauge of its passage. Even when one remembers the minutiae of each day, when it all runs together into a hypnotic monotony, it's only a kaleidoscopic blur. This is why Yue makes a point to visit Banshee in his workshop, taking her usual seat to quietly watch him work and to spend time with her friend.

the time had passed in what felt to be a blink, and banshee thought nothing of it. a month of… something, yet nothing at the same time. a month of work. of guns. of bullets and metal and nothing else.

the titan entering his workshop goes unnoticed for the time being, slipped in past it all while work-worn hands busy themselves with a fusion rifle. banshee doesn’t hear a thing– not even his own breaths, weary and sore from standing for hours on end– checked into his own headspace while the rest of him is on autopilot. it’s like this for some time.

until he turns to find some piece for the rifle, and as he lifts his head, he sees this briefly unfamiliar face looking back, and the dull lights in his eyes brighten in a sudden blue blaze as he jumps and steps back.

“traveler, you–…” banshee stops himself before he can curse, hand to his chest, and then he sighs. “… hey. knock or somethin’…” shaking his head, he takes a step closer. “how long’ve you been sitting there?”

[rebooted44]

drifter’s dream: it’s jokes

banshee’s dream: off the shits

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there is a woman. 

he can’t see her face. 

even when he looks directly at her, and she’s looking at him, he can’t see her face.

“you shouldn’t be here,” when he hears her voice, he thinks of the color yellow. “this place isn’t for you.”

they stand in a barren field, dark and cold and without any grass. at the top of a faraway hill is a tower. he cocks the shotgun he’s been holding. he doesn’t wonder when he picked it up. he was built with a gun in his hands. 

“put the gun down and leave.”

he pulls the trigger, and blows her chest apart. she staggers.

“you have to leave.”

he pulls the trigger again, and this time, she falls.

as he reloads, he steps over her body to carry on, and slowly looks around. the surrounding fog grows thicker, and heavier, and it fills his artificial lungs like cold, wet smoke. his chest feels like a frost heave.

up ahead, the tower seems much further away than it had been before, as if it were moving with him. then, to his right, he hears footsteps. he looks, and he sees a woman, but he can’t see her face.

“you shouldn’t be here.”

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[rebooted44]

' the last time you scared me, banshee, was when i returned and at first you did not recognize me. i know your memory has not been the best for some time and for that i could never blame you, but still i feared that you knew not of who i was. i have lost so many friends over this long second life and the idea of losing another is terrifying, even if it was only in mind and not body. '

Tell my muse when your muse has been the most scared of them.

banshee hesitates. he wonders how many others have thought the same... if he even realizes. the thought of it terrifies him, too.

“i--... sorry. i didn’t know.”