#dauntless cale

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(Examine! Cale)

Caleb ‘Cale’ Light - DLN-001.5

“Your Mate. The copy/twin of Rockwell Light, from a world where a dictator named Dr. Wily rules a certain city with an iron fist. He’s a rebel that steals and smuggles information and supplies across the city. He’s also managed to smuggle away your ‘heart’. Kind and understanding, he’s the first person to ever stick around for you, besides Beck. And you are never letting go.”

@a-fading-light

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Not What He Seems

Ray had long since taken notice that the slums of the city were easier to hunt in, as they had less surveillance. The Sniper Joes that patrolled the streets were easy pickings once you knew the routes well enough. On one such night in particular, the devil-bot had successfully put this knowledge to good use, managing to capture and consume 5 of the dictator's pawns. It was enough to call it a good hunt for the night, and the crimson shadow was making her silent way back to the rift that lead home.

...Until she spotted a familiar purple hoodie in the backalleys. Deciding to go take a look, she changed direction and slipped down a wall, blending into the darkness seamlessly.

"...Fancy meeting you here, dear.~"

Cale would find Ray behind him, leaning against said wall with a mischievous grin on her face.

"Did I give you a fright?~"

@a-fading-light

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@a-fading-light AND THE LAST ONE

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“HA! I found a weak-spot on you, didn’t I?” [from Caaaale]

That ONE tiny spot right between her shoulder blades and he FOUND IT. He definitely would have felt the faint shiver that went down her spine. Damn that hyper-developed survival trait: A sensitive back to detect ambushes from behind. Damn it all to hell. “Caaaale stop it.”

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✂ [TOTALLY LATE TO THE FEELS PARTY BUT W/E]

I warned him.

He did make her happy. He did give her things, lessened her pain, made her existence just a little brighter with that light of his.

Light, Light, Light. Lights had to die sometime.

And she warned him. Warned him about her darkness, warned him that it could consume him, taint him, swallow him whole. He didn’t care, he said. He wasn’t afraid, he said. He loved her, he said. All true. She knew that. Cale would never lie to her.

Yet why did she laugh when she cornered him?

Why did she hum in pleasure as she ripped through his chest, though those same scars she had placed there herself?

Why did she enjoy feeling his core in her hands, long after he begged her to stop?

“Ray, you gotta…gotta s-stop, s…it’s me, ‘member? C-…Cale. D-Dauntless ‘nd–”

Dauntless?

That’s right…

Too Dauntless Cale.

Didn’t I love you, once? I…can’t remember.

It’s hard to remember anything when I’m hungry.

And there she is, sobbing into a shredded purple hoodie, wondering why she chose to love at all.

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"Ray..?"

A long, anguished whine from SOMEWHERE. She had been running, RUNNING from the voices, and while the shadows weren’t there anymore, she could STILL hear them in her mind.

“Stay awaaaay…”

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Hi Ray, you have a Cale flopping next to you now.

Yes, good. Ray needs something to lean on. Clearly half asleep, she lets her head fall on his shoulder and rubs her face on it.

“Hi…Cale…”

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(…DEVIL’S RAY AU. LETS FREAK RAY OUT YES?)

Her lair. White’s Labs. The city. Everything…it was gone.

…No humans…

And almost no robots…

…And the Colosseum…it…looked more like…like some kind of fortress…?

…Something told her that she shouldn’t be here. And yet something else drew her towards the massive complex towering over the rubble…