#militechnical

[valheri-a]

          𝑴𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑶𝑭 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑪𝑶𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 ; some of bronze, some of gold & just one that sits only between nails & top knuckles where a cigarette lies. scoops some ice chips into her mouth from the 𝑯𝑨𝑳𝑭-𝑴𝑬𝑳𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝒀 she’s nursing & takes a watery drag.  ash flick.  𝐕 does this all lazily & slowly —— comfortable in how the violet-colored 𝑭𝑼𝑹𝑺 of croc-printed coat is snug against her shoulders.

❛ ——biotech Σ mk3s? ❜ she asks the stranger, the very slight pinprick of 𝑨𝑵 𝑨𝑪𝑪𝑬𝑵𝑻 lacing her alphanumerical pronunciation to the trained ear.  as though it is a high possibility that she speaks more than one tongue.

❛ good buffer size, base quickhacks ideal for ghost ops. ❜

                                                             s.c.  - for valencia /   @militechnical​​

[nightciity]

@militechnical​​ for V bc i love u 

❝    Silverhand  and  I?  We  go  way  back,  farther  than  some  of  the  people  in  his  band  actually.    ❞        There  is  a  moment  where  she  pauses,  her  hand  moving  to  roatate  a  small  wedding  band  around  her  finger.  Distance  falling  on  her  face  and  her  eyes  as  she  slowly  begins  to  lose  herself  in  thoughts  of  another  time  past.  For  a  moment,  Fallon  does  not  even  see  V  but  the  memories  of  someone  she  used  to  love.  ❝    Outside  of  all  the  bullshit  he  started  pulling  with  the  band,  before  they  started  to  pick  up  and  things  got  real  bad  for  him,  Johnny  was  a  good  guy.  Type  that  would  give  those  sitting  on  the  corner  the  last  ten  eddies  he  had.    ❞      There's  a  fond  smile  onher  face  remembering  moments  like  that  before  she  lifts  her  drink  to  her  lips.  She  takes  a  long  sip  before  leaning  her  head  back.  ❝    This  was  the  first  bar  we  played  a  song  at  together.  Real  dumb  song,  same  song  I  played  tonight.    Spot  is  one  of  the  only  places  that  Night  City  hasn't  swallowed  whole.❞        Fallon  took  a  moment,  optics  glowing  a  bright  color  for  a  moment  as  she  sent  V  a  very  old  picture  of  herself  and  Johnny  together  in  a  spot  very  similar  to  the  stage  in  the  bar  they  were  sitting    in.

There  is  a  moment  where  she  waits,  there  is  complete  silence  between  everyone.  Quickly  finishing.  her  drink  Fallon  stood  up.  Transferring  eddies  to  the  bartender  before  looking  down  to  the  merc  who  had  come  into  her  safe  place  and  began  to  pry  up  her  past.  It  was  bold,  ballsy  even  but  it  brough.    questions.  Ones  that  were  half  answered  by  a  weird  text  from  Kerry.❝    You  know  if  you're  the  same  V  that  Kerry  messaged  me  about,  I  gotta  wonder,  why  are  you  talking  to  me.  Johnny  hated  me  for  years  before  he  died,  he  hated  everything  about    me  so  why  do  you  want  to  be  near  me  if  you're  looking  into  him?    ❞        

[relicd]

@militechnical​ because ily so so much

 Her  fingers  move  carefully  playing  rifts  and  small  sections  from  Samurai  songs  as  her  and  Kerry  sit  in  a  comfortable  silence.  If  she  was  being  honest,  he  scared  her  at  first.  She  didn't  like  him,  mostly  because  of  how  close  he  was  to  Johnny.  But  that  was  based  on  what  the  dipshit  in  her  brain  told  her,  not  how  he  really  was.  He  was  a  lot  nicer,  maybe  a  bit  wild  but  she  liked  that.  Hell,  sometimes  it  was  the  energy.  she  needed  to  pull  her  out  of  the  thought  that  her  impending  death  could  be  at  any.  second  and  she  still  wasn't  closer  to  figuring  out  how  the  fuck  to  get  Johnny  out  of  her  head.  She  stops  for  a  second,  looking  at  Kerry,  gaze  wondering  around  the  house  he  lived  in.    ❝Thought  ya'd  be  a  dick.  Johnny  made  ya  seem  like  that  or  well,  an  absolute  fuckin'  gonk  only  in  shit  for  'he  eddies.  ❞        Her  hands  carefully  went  back  to  plucking  the  strings,  this  time  to  a  song  she  learned  when  she  was  a  kid.  Humming  softly  as  she  did  so  before  looking  past  Kerry.  Johnny,  there  he  stood  in  the  corner  an  eyebrow  quirked  before  V  got  smug,  a  scoff  before  her  fingers  broke  down  into  a  complicated  rift  while  holding  eye  contact  with  him.  Rolling  his  eyes  and  fading  away  she  let  out  a  soft  exhale.  A  weight.  at  least  he  wasn't  as  close  to  the  surface  now  that  she  had  annoyed  him.  Fingers  going  back  to  picking  the  soft  melody.  

❝  With  your  feet  on  the  air  and  your  head  on  the  ground.  Try  this  trick  and  spin  it,  yeah  your  head  will  collapse.  But  there's  nothing  in  it.  And  you'll  ask  yourself-------  Where  is  my  mind?    Where  is  my  mind?  Where  is  my  mind?  ❞  Her  voice  was  quiet  but  clean,  she  knew  this  song,  the  range  and  she  knew  it  well.  Eyes  closed  as  she  sang  just  for  a  moment,  the  walls  of  herself  coming  down.  The  music  stopped  when  she  became  a  merc,  and  then  it  was  completely  gone  after  a  few  incidents.  After  Atlanta  it  had  come  back  but  only  with  Bingus,  and  only  for  a  small  moment.  But  it  had  been  five  years  really.  Since  she  played  this  much,  since  she  really  sang  like  this.  Not  the  annoying  singing  she  had  done  in  her  car  with  Jackie  to  What  I  Got  or  Riot.  After  a  second  she  stopped  and  shook  her  head,  walls  going  back  up  as  she  looked  at  Kerry.  ❝  I  wasn't  gonna  let  him  do  it---  the  gig  originally.  We  fought  about  it,  nearly  killed  me  that  night.  Nearly  killed  me  the  first  time  I  let  'im  take  over.  But  he  needed  it.  ❞  There  were  few  things  in  V's  life  that  brought  her  comfort,  Bingus  was  one  she  loved  that  cat  more  than  anything,  Western  Movies  and  playing  guitar.  It  was  the  one  thing  that  brought  people  together  in  Heywood  when  she  was  growing  up,  teaching  her  guitar.  ❝  Ya  both  did  and  frankly----  I  know  the  end  of  this  ain't  gonna  be  good.  I  am  outta  time  so,  gettin'  stuff  done  for  him  seems  easier.  But  this  one,  you  ya  been  helpin  me  too  Ker.  Been five years since I played anythin’ good tah be back. ❞

[relicd]

@militechnical​  sent: “I’m holding out for something more.” (jackie)

 It  didn't  take  much  after  Jackie  found  out  about  her  living  situation  that  she  moved  in.  In  fact,  over  the  few  months,  she  had  grown  to  know  Jackie,  to  care  for  Jackie,  she  found  things  easy.  V  found  being  with  him  easy,  and  that  was  such  a  rarity  in  her  life.  Heart  and  soul  under  lock  and  key  for  as  long  as  she  could  remember.  But  with  him,  it  simply  unlocked  and  shone,  her  being,  herself,  her  light.  There  was  just  something  about  him  that  brought  it  out  of  her,  that  brought  out  the  best  of  her.  But,  good  things  like  that  were  always  easy  to  mix  up  for  something  more.  And  for  a  moment,  she  lost  herself  in  the  thoughts  of  what  they  were  who  they  were.

 The  conversation  at  hand  falling  to  the  side,  she  forgets  only  for  a  moment  until  his  last  sentence.  Lifting  her  beer  to  her  lips,  taking  a  long  sip  to  mask  how  lost  in  thought  she  had  been.  Her  brows  furrowing  the  smallest,  a  small  gentle  crease  between  her  brows,  the  right  just  a  twinge  higher  than  the  right  as  she  looked  at  him.    ❝  What  kinda  somethin'  Jack?  Ain't  a  lotta  somethin'  past  what  were  doin'  fo'  people  like  us.  ❞      The  words  are  half-empty,  hollow  even  because  she  wants  more  too.  More  than  holding  a  gun  at  people  and  getting  drunk,  living  as  a  legend  was  not  always  a  dream  not  until  she  met  him,  and  it  was  not  what  she  wanted  in  her  heart  of  hearts.  

 Family,  that  was  what  V  wanted.  Cliche,  she  knows.  In  fact,  she  would  even  call  it  stupid,  but  that  lacking  touch  of  warmth  from  her  own  childhood  and  life,  it  made  her  want  it  so  bad  some  days  it  hurt.  It  hurt  in  her  stomach  and  chest  as  if  it  were  going  to  burst  from  between  her  ribs  and  kill  her.  But  to  share  that,  to  tell  him  that  it  may  be  too  much.  But  she  can  open  the  door.  She  can  always  open  the  door  for  him  and  see  where  it  takes  them.      ❝  Ya  know,  somethin'?  I  don'  think  it's  terrible  t'  want  somethin'  outside  o'  all  this.  ❞

[streetknown-moved]

“ you want me so bad , don’t you ? “ (from johnny :3c)

xxx // not accepting!

“Like for sex? Or want to see you get killed slowly and painfully in front of me? ‘Cause if I’m bein’ honest, which I really have no choice but to be honest with you, you fuckin’ brain parasite, yeah to both. Too bad neither can happen since you don’t have your own body.” An exasperated sigh leaves her as she swings her legs on the edge of the terrifyingly high building, gaze parting from the view of Night City and to Johnny’s shade covered eyes. “Don’t act like the feeling isn’t mutual.” 

[relicd]

hi this is just the reminder that @militechnical is my whole ass husband and I am so blessed and glad to be able to say that and know rodimus and my V wouldn’t be the same w/o their Johnny, Kerry or Vik and im grateful for that

[relicd]

@militechnical​ sent: “ do you need a hug? ” ( river :3c )

It  had  to  have  been  painted  on  her  face.  A  long  day,  a  bad  one,  she  tried  to  keep  him  at  a  reasonably  close  distance,  she  had  since  the  start  but  this---  today  she  couldn't.  A  hand  running  through  thick  black  curls  before  her  eyebrow  raised  in  a  questioning  manner  before  there  was  a  small  smile.  ❝  That  your  way  of  sayin'  I  look  like  shit?  ❞  Although  after  a  moment  the  smile  did  fall.  The  sentiment  was  one  she  genuinely  appreciated,  although  it  did  bring  her  a  small  amount  of  worry.  Allowing  more  walls  to  fall  meant  allowing  someone  to  see  past  all  of  the  things  she  had  built  up  in  herself  to  hide  that  scared  kid  she  has  been  her  whole  life.  A  hesitation  in  her  steps  towards  him  looking  to  her  boots  before  nodding  her  head  softly.    She  wasn't  gonna  say  it,  she  wasn't  going  to  tell  him  that  today  not  only  did  she  nearly  die  but  she  had  a  relic  malfunction  far  worse  than  before.  Time  was  running  out  and  it  was  running  out  fast.  ❝But,  if  you're  offerin',  I  think  I  could  use  one.❞

[relicd]

@militechnical​​ sent: “ you need bandages and rest. ” (from vik)

As  Vik  speaks  her.  head  shakes.  She  can  still  feel  sticky  blood  still  on  her  head  and  lips.  The  last.  fight  was  bad,  she  had  been  knocked  on.  her  ass  a  few  times.  but  nothing  like  this  recently.  Vik  had  a  point  but  she  couldn't  stop.  No,  she  had  to  keep  going,  had  a  plan,  had  things  to  do.  Even  at  his  words  her  head  shook,  rushing  to  get  out  of  the  chair  before  groaning  and  falling  back  into  it.    Annoying,  she  had  a  job  to  do,  something  to  finish.    In  fact  she  needed  the  eddies  desperately,  just  like  everyone  else  here  and  she  was  on  a  time  crunch. It  wasn’t  like  she  was  gonna  bleed  out  without  a  bandaid.  ❝Got  a  job  t'  do.  How  long  Vik?❞  Guilt  in  not  telling  her  about  the  relic  but,  not  everyone  needed  to  know.    Tucking  back  her  hair  holding  out  the  keys  to  the  spare  car  that  V  was  giving  to  her.  Bingus  slowly  gathered  around  V's  feet  walking  in  a  circle  around  them  before  sitting  down.  ❝But,  ya  got  some  bettah  shit  out  past  this  city.  for  ya  and  those  other  gals.  Take  care  o'  that  an'  when  I  can.  I'll  be  'round,  alrigh'?❞