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[simulamortem]

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Sometimes he made a grand ENTRANCE. Sometimes, like tonight, he simply appeared at the back of the room, stalking close to the walls, optics AGLOW in the colorful mood lighting, with no one having noticed exactly when he arrived or how he got in.

At sponsored events like these, Revenant was often treated like a WILD ANIMAL was when brought to any other public event. That is, given a wide berth, and with everyone present having signed something that released the hosts from any LIABILITY should someone happen to get hurt. The host, in this case, was none other than MIRAGE, another Legend himself.

Revenant didn’t always show up to these events. But, probably, he had shown up tonight knowing Mirage was playing host.

Yet, he hadn’t made a nuisance of himself so far. The night went on... relatively uneventfully, all things considered. Some of the attendees had a little too much to DRINK, which was typical. A fight broke out. ALSO TYPICAL. Mirage moved to break it up, but he didn’t move quite fast enough, because he got HIT.

And then, before either party could take another breath, a sudden SLAM as one brawler’s head hit the table and the man promptly slumped to the floor. The other brawler in almost the same instant was lifted up - by his throat. SILENTLY, and seemingly from NOWHERE, the simulacrum had stepped between the two and Mirage, and now held the remaining brawler in the air by the neck.

“There’s no violence allowed at these parties,” the sim said dully. “But if you want it that badly, you should’ve told me so.” His free hand folded into a BLADE.

[amhohwa]

Press conferences aren’t his favorite. Too many cameras pointed his way, too many voices asking probing questions, too many people watching him expectantly.

It comes with the territory of being a legend, but Crypto’s not like Mirage. He doesn’t enjoy putting on a show for the cameras, doesn’t give two shits if he has fans or not, doesn’t care about not hurting the feelings of the reporters who will write stories that make him look good or bad.

This one is particularly grueling; he’s not sure why, but his patience is frayed by too many stupid questions, too many needles poking at his personal life. They break for lunch, and Crypto goes right into the green room, loosens the collar of his shirt and leans both hands against the counter.

The door opens again behind him, and he glances back to see Mirage come in. “Don’t start,” he says irritably, because when is he not irritable with Mirage? “Whatever it is you’re thinking of saying, think carefully before you actually say it.”

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[drsomers]

"I don’t like being angry. I much prefer to be calm."

“     oh   ,   right   ,   i   hear   ya   !!     ”               glancing   up   from   the   scope   of   a   sniper   rifle   ,   lips   curling   at   the   corners   ,               “     still   ,   can’t   help   but   get   frustrated   sometimes   .   jus’   don’t   let   it   get   yer   knickers   in   a   twist   ,   eh   ,   elliott   ??   being   knocked   a   couple’a   times   ain’t   fun   ,   but   yer   up   now   .     ”               a   quiet   chuckle   escapes   the   doctor   as   she   turns   attention   back   to   the   expansive   fields   of   olympus   .               “     ‘sides   ,   you’ve   saved   me   and   newtie   countless   times   .   maybe   that’ll   keep   ya   levelheaded   .     ”               /     i   care   a   lot   ,   accepting   .

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@holotrickstr​ : ❛   DOWNFALL 》nonverbal prompts

EMPs always hit the simulacrum a little HARDER than they did any skinsuit.

In this case it had been an ARC STAR, and then an EMP. A wonder that a centuries old electronic like him had survived at all - and part of him WISHED HE HADN’T. It would take some time to recover, and that was probably plenty time for someone to come along and finish him off.

Revenant didn’t expect any member of his squad to risk turning back for him. Maybe for someone else. But not him.

Wisps of steam were still lifting off from his metal carcass as the dust settled. His entire frame, front down in the dirt, prickled unpleasantly, too numb to move, and the yellow glow of his optics FLICKERED - perhaps the only sign that the simulacrum had survived. His senses were too scrambled to even notice someone’s APPROACH until the blurred silhouette of their legs stood in front of him, and there remained NOTHING HE COULD DO ABOUT IT at that moment. Revenant couldn’t even tell if they were ALLY or ENEMY.

An UNNATURAL, stuttering sigh - a sure sign that his vocal processor hadn’t fully recovered yet - sounded from him as if in relief, probably expecting to be killed while he was DOWN.

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@holotrickstr​ : ❛   LEAN . 》nonverbal prompts

USUALLY, Mirage didn’t sit so close to him. Part of him was tempted to tell the skinsuit to move over, but Revenant decided he just DIDN’T CARE that much at the moment, and allowed it with only a brief look before his gaze returned to the television.

Smartly, the other Legend made no move for the remote, no mention of changing the channel. More than one coffee table had been BROKEN amidst some of the Legends fighting Revenant for the remote. Some days he didn’t care at all what was put on - and some days he would BREAK BONES AND FURNITURE ALIKE over control of the TV. And there was truly no telling which mood he was in until someone braved an attempt at changing the channel.

Often it was less about what was on TV and more about his itching for a fight, which of course was far more entertaining to him than ANYTHING that might be found on television.

There was one channel that reliably played almost nothing but a true crime documentary series, and that was what was on now. It was a little DRY. It held the sim’s attention when nothing better was on... but apparently the same couldn’t be said for Mirage --

because the skinbag began to SLUMP against his metal pauldron. When Revenant looked down, he found the Legend breathing softly, dark lashes having fallen against his cheeks. ASLEEP. Revenant stared. He stared for a long minute or so while the television carried on quietly. But ultimately, he just looked to the TV again without moving. WHATEVER.

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