🪨 Someone gifts your OC a shiny rock. What do they do with it?
take it. probably not say thanks. personally ID it because she doesn't trust anyone to be able to actually tell minerals apart. chuck it at the giver's head if it's just a rock otherwise it'll make its way to her display case where it will get sorted according to colour and type then catalogued because tiff is a paranoid and possessive little freak over the things she has painstakingly stolen from others
🎮 If your OC lives or would live in the modern world, would they like video games? What would be their favorite game?
I don't know about FAVOURITE but I can see her getting so invested in a fucking gatcha game that she'd sink thousands of dollars into it :sob:
if she had time (and god wouldn't that make the story much shorter) I could also alternatively see her being one of those people who has a 3(was gonna say more then realised... yeah </3) year save in a game like stardew valley or terraria that she runs like a military ship excel tables and all
🌳 Would your OC survive for a week on their own in the wilderness?
she would singlehandedly cause the disappearance of all endemic species in whatever place she'd be dumped in... god forbid a girl gets peckish
she would complain about the whole thing the entire time and forever afterwards though
🐁 Capybaras are friend-shaped. What shape does your OC have?
you know kiki? yes the one from the experiment. yeah that's what she's shaped like
Slowly pushed himself back onto his feet. The world around him turned and he almost went down on his knees again. His head felt thick, like he had a cold. He slowly made his way back towards the cottage, stumbling every few steps.
By the time he reached the cottage, he was gasping, sweet dripping down his face. He pressed his hand against his chest, feeling his heart beating erratically.
He opened the door and stumbled inside, he barely managed to put one foot in front of the other. After a few steps he just collapsed to the floor. He curled up on his side, arms folding over his stomach as he just lay there shivering.
There was something wring with him, but his fevered mind could not figure out what it was.
He was sure there was something, but he was to exhausted and in pain to be able to make anything out clearly.
So he just curled up tightly on his side.
Reiken shook as the fever ripped through him. He lay on the floor gasping. His chest started hurting. Everything hurt. He reached towards the fireplace. Struggling to focus the last of his power on lighting it.
A small spark lit inside the fireplace. Reiken’s hand dropped limply to his side as his eyes slowly flickered closed.
The fever ripped through him. Strange dreams plagued his dreams. It became a chore to breath. Things like memories flashed through his mind. The was demons and blood and screams and pain. It all flashed through his mind.
Voices are sounded around him, but he couldn’t open his eyes. Everything hurt to much. His mind did not want to work. It was all he could do to hold on to his life, to not give in to the pain and darkness.
***
Acheron and Sigurd appeared in front of the cottage.
“Why the hell am I supposed to be here?” Acheron asked.
Sigurd rolled his eyes. “You heard what Kaelah said” he said “If we don’t check on him today, he’ll die and we need him to be alive”
“We don’t need him” Acheron said.
“Don’t go sprouting nonsense, Ash” Sigurd said “You know exactly why we can’t afford for Reiken to die”
Acheron tisked and walked towards the cottage. “I still don’t like this” he said coldly.
“You don’t need to like this, Ash. Just do your job”
“Screw you, Sig”
As they reached the cottage, Acheron froze for a moment. Then he cussed and shot forward, ignoring Sigurd’s calls. The cottage door slammed open and Acheron stood motionless for a second before taking two quick steps forward, going down on his knees next to Reiken.
The other guy lay on the ground, in pool of his own blood.
Slowly Acheron turned Reiken on his side, slapping his cheek lightly. “Rei... Rei... wake up, come on you idiot.... open your eyes”
Sigurd stared at the two. “What’s going on?” he asked.
For a moment Reiken’s eyes flickered open. “Just... a cold...” he muttered, before his eyes rolled back and he passed out again.
Acheron cussed. “This is not just a cold, you bloody imbecile...” he growled.
“What’s going on?” Sigurd asked.
“Besides the obvious?” Acheron snapped “I don’t know... This is the first time I’m see this. It’s probably a demon sickness, something that I haven’t treated before”
“Will you be able to treat him?” Sigurd asked.
Acheron shook his head. “I don’t know” he said “We’ll have to see about that. We should move him to the bed, so I can start working”
Sigurd nodded.
The two picked Reiken up and carried him to the room, laying him down on the bed.
“Sig.... Get me water and some towels” Acheron said and he placed his hands on Reiken’s chest. A soft glow filled the air around him and Reiken as Sigurd left the room.
“Come on, Rei...” Acheron said “What the hell did you do?”
He reached for the healing, letting his power flow through Reiken, noting everything that was wrong inside the other guy’s body.
As Sigurd came back, Acheron pulled away from Reiken.
“What did you find?” Sigurd asked.
Acheron shook his head. “It’s a demon illness” he said “I have no idea how the hell he got this”
Without warning Reiken gasping, his hand going to his chest. His breathing became labored as he struggled to breath right.
“Ash...” Sigurd started.
Acheron swore and quickly put his hands on Reiken’s chest. “No... no... no... what the hell are you doing, Rei?” he snapped.
“What’s going on!?”
“His lung has collapsed...” Acheron growled “The demon illness... It’s wrecking havoc with his body. This is a bloody mess”
“Then fix it” Sigurd snapped.
“If you’re not going to help, get out” Acheron snarled.
Sigurd cussed. “What do you need?” he asked.
“A knife” Acheron said “I need to relieve the pressure on his lung, so he can breath again”
With a nod, Sigurd disappeared from the room again.
Acheron placed his hands back on Reiken’s chest, before he let his power flow through him into Reiken. “Come on, Rei” he growled “Don’t you dare give up now. Do you really want me to struggle this badly with you?”
He just kept the healing up until Sigurd came back with a knife, handing it over.
With one hand Acheron took the knife, the other still glowing on Reiken’s chest. “Open the robe” he said, complete concentration on Reiken.
Sigurd quickly did what Acheron said, before pulling back.
“Make sure he doesn’t choke on the blood” Acheron said as he moved one hand to press against Reiken’s ribs “Clean up the blood as well...”
Taking deep breath, Acheron found the spot he was looking for, and slipped the knife in. He could hear the sound of air coming out of the wound as Reiken gave a pain gasp.
Reiken’s eyes fluttered open for a moment before closing again.
Acheron clenched as he just kept on working. The sound of Reiken’s wheezing breaths, echoed in his ears. Even though he’d heard it worse, this somehow brought back memories of a long time ago.
“Come on Rei...” he muttered as he worked “Come on... Don’t do this... You still have to pay for what you did... You can’t leave us now”
After a while Acheron slowly pulled back, the glowing hung over Reiken for a moment longer before it also disappeared. The healer sat back, out of breath as he wiped the sweet from his face.
Sigurd pulled back. “Is he going to be alright?” he asked.
“I did what I could” Acheron said, leaning forward and resting his forehead on the edge of the bed “The rest is up to him... If he wants to fight to wake up...”
***
Reiken struggled to breath. It felt like his body was on fire. He could have sworn that he heard voices around him. It sounded like Acheron and Sigurd, but that couldn’t be. He was probably hallucinating at the moment.
Why would Sig and Ash be at his cottage?
Before he could continue thinking about that, a sharp stabbing pain tore through his chest. With every inhale the pain got worse. His breathing felt like he was being strangled.
There was a pounding in his chest. It took him a moment before he realized that it was his heart beating rapidly against his ribs.
Just as he thought he wouldn’t be able to breath anymore, a sharp pain shot through his side and it felt like the pressure disappeared from his chest. He gasped, drawing in his breath as deep as he could.
Slowly he felt his breathing becoming better.
The heat that burned through his body, lifted slightly. Slowly he managed to opened his eyes.
There was still a taste of blood in his mouth.
A face appeared in his line of sight. He blinked a few times, before he managed to make out the face.
“...Sig...” he muttered, feeling like his head was going to explode.
After a moment the other person appeared and Reiken felt his chest tightened. He tried to pulled away, but Acheron placed a hand on his shoulder, keeping him still.
“Move and I take your head off” Acheron’s voice said.
“Clover” Jason asked as he made his way through the prison, doing his best to avoid the people searching for them.
Clover just nodded in his shoulder.
“How much time before the bomb goes off?”
“It should be twenty minutes by now” she said and Jason could still hear the tears in her voice. Again he felt the fury rise in his chest for allowing this to happen.
“I’m going to get you out” Jason said through clenched teeth, ignoring the pain from his side and the two gunshot wounds “It’s a promise”
“Don’t make promises you cannot keep, Jay-Jay” Clover whispered.
“I plan on keeping this one” he said and gently sat her down “Hold on for a moment. I just need to make sure everything is clear”
Clover nodded as she leaned against the wall.
Jason gave her a slight smile and drew his gun. There was no need anymore for him to be careful, he had Clover and now they were getting out, he did not need to hold back anymore.
For a moment all Clover could hear was gunfire and fight. It almost sounded like a war out there.
All of this reminded her of the time when Sam and Alex went missing and she got hurt. What she heard from that day, made her realize just how dangerous Jason really was.
Silence fell over the area and Jason appeared again. The was small cut on his cheek and a bruise forming on his jaw. Other than that he looked just like before. All business, dressed in black.
He gave her a slight smiled before picking her up again without a word.
“Sorry...” he said sounding out of breath “That took a bit longer than I thought it would”
“You came back” Clover said “That’s all that matters”
“I wouldn’t let anyone pay for a mistake that I made” Jason said through clenched teeth as he carried her pass the chaos of where the fight just happened.
There were bodies on the ground, some of them looked knocked out while others were clearly dead.
It shocked Clover slightly that this was all Jason’s handy work. Al though he was the one that’s on the deep cover mission with Dead Apple, so it doesn’t surprise her all that much that he can be that ruthless.
As they finally stepped out of the building, Jason stopped walking. He took a deep breath looked around before carrying Clover over to a car that stood a bit away from them. Gently he let her sit down before turning back to the building.
“Twenty minutes is up” he said, just as an explosion rocked the ground.
“What are we going to do now?” Clover asked “How are we going to get back?”
Jason tilted his head and looked over at Clover, smiling tiredly. “That explosion, should be enough to drew everyone’s attention” he said “The FBI and all the other abbreviations will be here in about five minutes. They should give you a lift back home”
Clover blinked at him. “Jason” she said slowly “What did you do?”
He looked away from her.
“Frank told you not to come for me, didn’t he?” Clover asked, but Jason just stayed quiet “JASON!”
He sighed. “He did not give me permission to come” he said quietly as they heard the sound of helicopters coming closer.
“What are you planning, Jason?” Clover asked as they watched the helicopters landed.
Groups of men jumped out and came over to them, weapons pointed at Jason.
Slowly he lifted his hand, flinching slightly at the pain in his shoulder. Two groups of men went over to Clover, checking if she was alright. As they escorted her to one of the helicopters, she glanced back only to see the men grabbing Jason and roughly throwing him to the ground, cuffing his hands behind his back before pulling him back onto his feet.
***
Jason sat in the interrogation room, elbows on the table, head resting in his hands.
He should have known that this would happen. If he wanted to, he could gotten out of there within the first five minutes of them leaving him alone. He did not even know what agency was holding him.
Not that it matter, Frank would take his head of if he got his hands on him. So it might just be a good idea for him to stay for a while.
Although he did hope that they might have allowed a doctor or medic to just clean his wounds, but that clearly wasn’t on their agenda. So he just closed his eyes, refusing to look around in the small room.
There was a pounding in his head, that he was sure wasn’t from the week of living like someone on the run. It took everything he had not to fall asleep right there where he sat.
Every time he looked up, he could feel the walls starting to close in around him and a panic attack threatening in his chest.
He did not even look up when the door opened. It was just to much effort for him. The footsteps come closer and he heard the sound of the chair across from him being pulled back.
“Jason Weber” a voice said, causing Jason to flinch at the sound bouncing around in his head “Look at me”
Jason lifted one hand away from his head, flipping the man off before just returning his hand to where it was.
“Real mature, Mister Weber” the voice said.
“If you keep your mouth shut I wouldn’t have to resort to that” Jason grumbled “And did you have to put me in the smallest room you have?”
He could almost hear the man smiling, before he heard the sound of something being placed on the table.
“We’re here to help you Mister Weber” the voice said.
“If you keep on calling me Mister Weber, I’m not going to believe you” Jason said and lifted his head slightly, eyes flickering open.
Immediately he could feel his breathing becoming more rapid and shallow.
So he just closed his eyes again.
“Then what do you want me to call you?” the man asked.
“Agent Weber” Jason said in a flat tone.
“Agent?”
Jason groaned and lifted his head, dropping his hands to the table making the cuffs clang loudly against the table. He clenched his jaw against the dizziness and light-headedness he felt.
“Yes, agent” he grumbled, narrowing his eyes at the man in front of him “Do you have a problem with that?”
“What agency?” the man asked.
“Screw you” Jason growled “How long have I been in here?”
“You are being rude again”
“I don’t care” Jason said and for a moment his eyes went out of focus and he just held on to the table for a second before slowly sitting back. It freaked him out that he could see the walls out of the corner of his eye.
His chest started hurting and for a moment it felt like he couldn’t breath, until he looked down again.
“We can keep you here as long as we need to” the man said.
Jason clenched his jaw. “What do you want from me?” he asked, without looking at the man.
“You were seen at 6 different crime scenes” the man started “We’ve got your fingerprints at all of the locations, with bodies and now we have you at a seventh location, that blew up...”
“So you are just going to pin it on me?” Jason interrupted the man. He was having trouble keeping his thoughts together.
“LOOK AT ME” the man snapped and slammed with his hands on the table, causing Jason to flinch again.
A bolt of pain ripped through his body and he opened his eyes.
It was the wrong thing to do.
The room started closing in on him, walls drawing closer and closer. Everything turned. He couldn’t breath anymore. His head felt like he was going to explode.
There was a voice talking, but he couldn’t understand the words.
The world tilted. A sharp pain shot through his injured shoulder. Then everything went dark.
***
Frank let go of the FBI agent and stepped back.
“You should not have brought my agent here without contacting me” he said. His voice cold and dangerous.
“We did not know that he was one of yours” another man said.
Frank glared at him. “As it should be with a spy agency” he snapped “Now you will clear all records of him being here before I do it for you”
With that Frank turned around and walked out of the office. They’ve been trying to track Jason for an entire week, but he kept on evading them and disappearing every time they got close to him.
It was just his luck that when the FBI ran his prints and took Clover to the hospital, that they were alerted.
Frank made his way to the small infirmary.
He could hear voice coming from inside. It sounded like Jason had finally woke up. Going by the voices, he and Sam were having an argument.
With a sigh, he opened the door and the voice stopped.
Jason and Sam both looked over at him.
“Do I have to interfere or are you two going to behave?” he asked, keeping an eye one Jason.
“We’ll talk later” Sam said, shooting a glare at Jason “I’m going to visit Clover”
Jason just looked away, not saying anything.
“Take care, Sam” Frank said as he held the door open for her.
“Thank you, Frank” she said as she left.
Frank turned to Jason. “How do you feel?” he asked.
Jason still looked like a ghost. There was bruises on his face and small lacerations. His right arm was in a sling, since he took a bullet to the shoulder and another one through that same arm. Last but not least, he had a knife wound in his side.
To top everything off, he had a panic attack in the interrogation room, while suffering from hypovolemic shock and passed out.
“I’m fine” Jason said “Just tired”
“Don’t think that you’re going to get out of this without punishment” Frank said and Jason just shrugged with one shoulder.
“You wouldn’t have approved the rescue”
Frank nodded. “And with reason”
“I made a mistake, Frank” Jason snapped, sounding out of breath “I needed to fix it. My mistake, my responsibility. I wasn’t going to just leave her there”
As he finished talking, he was gasping for breath, pressing his hand against his chest.
Frank shook his head. “Jason” he said “Get some rest. Recover and we can talk about this”
Jason clenched his hand into a fist before he lay back on the bed, a pained expression on his face.
“You will have to apologize to Sam” Frank said.
“I know”
“And Rowan”
“I know”
“And Mike”
“I know”
Jason turned his head away. He did not want to look at Frank right now. The guilt was just becoming to much for him.
“We’ll sort everything out later” Frank said “I’m glad you and Clover made it back in one piece”
