#kunselxsoldier

[arrepentirse]

@kunselxsoldier | X

There he was.

That was good. But there was no smile on Luis’ face. He looked somewhat detached. Part if that was due to them being surrounded by others, still, because this was work. Part of it was because their last meeting had been a little… marred.

But the biggest part was because Luis had been assigned to treat Kunsel. And document everything. Because the cases of this mission were special.

A whole troop of SOLDIERs. And most with grave injuries.

“Don’t move.”, Luis briefly placed his hand atop of Kunsel’s, to reassure him somewhat, before his eyes scanned their surroundings. They were still on the landing field of the choppers, but slowly the injured would be brought into the laboratories and treatment facilities. Not in Midgar. Far out.

A few regular guards waved for them and the stretcher Kunsel was on was moved by two of them, Luis followed at the side.

“You injured your spine. It will be alright, though. I have been assigned to you, you have nothing to worry about, Kunsel.”

[proxnotxaxfool]

“I could take you myself without even breaking a sweat.”

a grin split his lips as an amused scoff scraped at the back of his throat. awww ... he'd hit a nerve. the ever cheery and optimistic SOLDIER, threatening little ol' him?

what a fucking joke.

eyes dragging across the pews of the church and up along one of the felled columns, reno let his gaze follow its angle across to the flower bed that had flourished in the sunlight the hole in the roof allowed in.

right to it's left, where aerith stood, shooting him daggers for interrupting this little ... whatever the fuck this was.

' is that so? '

mag-rod tapping a rigid line across the back of his shoulders, reno shook his head, holding aerith's gaze for a beat, before he let his attention flit back to the SOLDIER.

she sure as shit knew how to pick them.

' just make sure y'don't step on her flowers ... she's got a temper when she gets goin', y'know? '

@kunselxsoldier

[versus-written]

@kunselxsoldier | X

Viktor watched Kunsel with kaleidoscope eyes. The Arcane swirling within his iris, as he seemed to judge and weigh Kunsel’s worth – with benevolence. There was confusion within the former soldier. Of course. A lot had changed since they had last seen each other. Worlds collided and forged anew.

Viktor only had a thin smile for his question at first.

“I learned. And adapted. I healed.”, he replied, nodding his head a little. Though his eyes stayed focused on Kunsel.

“… I know there is something you need healing from, too. Isn’t there?”

[soldier-lodbrok]

Kunsel for @kunselxsoldier !

[exiled-turk]

@kunselxsoldier continued from (x)

but this place was far from abandoned. glancing around the lab, veld felt the hair on the nape of his neck prickle - every step he took and scattered page he cast his eye over only cemented veld's hatred towards hojo; stagnant mako, fetuses, survival rates, compatibility projections, diagrams that veld didn't care to stare at for too long.

had deepground been trapped down here all this time? all these years? what effects did that solitude and abandonments play on a psyche that was already damaged by hojo's machinations? what about the effect of mako radiation?

he kept a tight grip on kunsel's upper arm until he saw realisation filter in through the haze in the man's eyes, and more importantly, until he saw kunsel's other arm lower and his breathing level out. holding his gaze for a beat longer, veld gave a shallow nod and let go. a part of him wanted to round on the younger man for possibly drawing attention to their presence in the facility - but he didn't. it had been involuntary, a flashback that other had probably thought long buried that had clawed to the surface.

' i know ... the chips were a fail safe. but there was another redundancy. if killed, the restrictor's body released a virus that would kill the deepground operative who harmed them. '

[holyguardian]

@kunselxsoldier | X

It took a moment of staring at the back of a familiar head for Aerith to decide she probably knew him. That was when she caught Kunsel's profile, he winked at a cutie and riled up said cutie's boyfriend like two birds with one stone.

The unfolding scene tickled a laugh from her. She probably would have politely dodged away so they could each have the kind of night they planned for — winging it at the club and bumping into a friend for a chat didn't hit the same, such encounters were better left for the grocery store.

Instead, she impulsively decided to make her approach. Had it not been for that chance little moment where she caught him being utterly cheeky, well, they'd each be having a different night.

The amusement was still etched onto her expression when Kunsel suddenly whipped around. Aerith's brows shot up in mild surprise and the smile on her face widened. Oh, he looked damn good reacting like she 'caught' him someplace he wasn't supposed to be.

Then he spoke, and she immediately laughed in his face in a scene that would have mortified most other men. Though he wasn't shooting his shot... and the spell that pulled her in wasn't completely shattered. She liked how he smiled at her. Maybe too much.

"Waiting for someone handsome to notice me." she quipped, leaving that tease to linger with a small tilt of her head. Her eyes lowered to where he set his drink. She was still mischievous enough to steal up his glass for a sip, and with a nod of approval she looked back to him. "I wanted a taste of whatever it is that makes you behave like a naughty shit." Aerith playfully tipped the glass back towards him in offer, no longer holding the drink hostage.

[madeofthreads]

@kunselxsoldier | X

It was an unlikely partnership. One that somehow hadn't worn out and fallen to pieces yet, and the most frustrating part? Jinx couldn't see any sign of that happening soon. She hated that. Hated waiting for when shit would hit the fan — and it would — and it would be unpredictable.

Maybe she keeps shooting all the right guys. The kind of wrong-doers that a hero's supposed to take down, but then she shoots one wrong guy. The good kind. She'd be a villain for shooting THAT one.

People underestimated her all the time. They thought her madness meant she couldn't possibly be a smarty pants, but she was most certainly a smart ass.

Then there was this guy.

Discarded from Piltover, probably never had much of a chance in the upper-city. Had to be useful but the moment he had questions or a unique thought that went against what was needed of him, bon voyage!

Well, maybe there was a little more to his story than that, but those were just finer details.

"That's how it always ends." Jinx answered. "Everyone lies or leaves, keep up man," she snapped her fingers, "it's in my name."

[forgedofoaths]

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Before the scrutiny, Silco remained quiet, patient, both eyes keenly fixed on the young man who had sought him out. He could see the disappointment, and he understood. The man did not need to explain. Silco knew. Silco would always know.

If he felt any particular way about it, he refused to allow it to show.

"People change," the Chem-baron offered by way of explanation, a very poor explanation, yet a true one all the same. He had changed from that naive revolutionary who had pushed alongside Vander all those years ago. He'd grown colder, meaner, and he did have to admit, more cowardly. Hiding behind thugs, dispensing addiction to keep the people on his side under the guise of giving them a taste of something better for them...

"Some change for the worse." Did he enjoy the man he'd become? No. But his delusion convinced him that it was for the better of Zaun.

"Don't worry," Silco added, noting the look around, the step back. "We are alone." It was a rare time in which he had chased everyone around him away, wanting to be alone with his own thoughts.