Was asked to make this a Revenant x Reader. How is it so far?
Sighing heavily, I put the triple take down onto its stand. Shaking my shoulders loose from the previous tension, I hear clapping surrounding me.
“Good job soldier.” I hear Bangalor say. I look at the area ahead of me to see the game masters sitting out of the way of any fire watching me, breaking down everything I do and analyzing to see if I was any good to join the legends or not.
“Next weapon class.” Those three words sent a fresh wave of adrenaline through my veins. This means that the game masters are pleased. Next up is the LMG’s. “Add Rampart to the mix. Both Rampart and the newbie will fight as she shows her proficiency with the LMG’s.” Jumping from the balcony behind me Rampart grabs a L-STAR and a Devotion. I quickly picked up two Spitfires and turned to face my opponent.
“Begin” was the simple word that set the mini gunner into action and had me dodging the burst lasers of her L-Star. Flipping to her left after faking movement to the right I nailed her in the side before she had the chance to react to my new placement. Pushing forward I quickly unload a mag taking out her weight bearing hand. Spinning around I kick up some of the sand from their training area and use it to my advantage to knock her down.
“Pick her up, lets see how well you use the non-lethal gadgets.” kneeling down next to Rampart and plunging the syringe into her chest. Slowly and steadily pushing the plunger down all the while helping her to stand back up. “Good job. Next is your abilities. We need them tested and finalized in a week. Along with your outfit.'' With that, I was led from the training room and into the lobby, where others who are trying to become an Apex Legend are standing and gawking at me. I was the only one to make the cut after 300 potentials failed to impress them. After everyone left, I was taken to the legend’s lounge where I got to sit and meet all the legends and talk about what I need to espect.
Walking into the lounge was a little overwhelming. They were all talking and making bets on the next match. I was met at the door by Lifeline and Bangalore. “Told you that it would be a piece of cake for ya.” Lifeline gushed at me. Bangalore patted my back and congratulated me on being the only candidate chosen from the groups this year. It was weird for only one candidate to be chosen, but I wasn’t about to test my luck by asking questions.
I saw the familiar faces of Gibraltar and Octane, two of the friendlier legends and the guys that were on my last team. I smiled and waved at them before sitting in the circular area in the center of the room. Everyone gathered around and congratulated me on getting to where I am.
“So, let's talk about abilities.” Wraith said walking from behind me to take the seat right across from me. I look at the other legends piling in around on the couches and try to think of an idea.
How about Passive: Sniper kit; gives me the ability to make better shots with snipers and gives me a few extra shots per mag on a sniper. Tactical: Perch; I can set up a perch by placing three claymores. And for the Ultimate….”
I trail off trying to think of a good idea. “Ooo I got an idea.” Rampart shouts while she cleans Sheila. “How about a gun package? It’ll be like a care package, but you get gold guns with a small chance of a care package red gun? The color will be green and white so that it’s distinguishable from LifeLine’s and the actual care package.” We all look at eachother and nod our heads ``that'll work as long as it guarantees one sniper.”
The sound of pen scratching paper draws my attention to Bangalore. "Got it all written down, now we just need a uniform." Shooting her a smile I quickly maneuver myself off the couch and sprint off to the room I will be in at the legend compound.
Once I returned my outfit had changed. "How 'bout this?" The idea for my outfit consisted of a pair of shorts, which came down about three inches onto the tops of my thick thighs. A jacket that was cut to sit under my breasts in the front and goes down to my knees in the back and the sleeves stop right before my elbows. Under the jacket was a fishnet tank top and my hands were covered in a pair of black leather fingerless gloves. Adorning my feet are thigh high socks and knee high lace up combat boots. I have a thigh holster that was especially made just for me and a few others that would go across my hips and cross over my ordnance belt. There were red straps crossing over my chest to holster bigger guns onto my back and of course the backpack for the amo and healing supplies that hooked to my belts and sat on my lower back just above the jump jets. Finally my face had a mask, its solid black with buckles crossing over where my mouth would be and had a blood like design to it.
I looked at the legends in front of me. They were quietly assessing the uniform I chose making sure that it fit the standards that needed to be met. "I just don't feel like the mask is really cutting it, Félagi Fighter." Bloodhound quipped with a few of the others nodding their heads. Taking it off the others agreed that it looked better and a photo was taken to show the founders my look to go with the abilities.
"Now, is the name for the games going to be the same or are you going to use something else?" I look up, meeting the eyes of Makoa Gibraltar. "I didn't think I'd get this far." I comment. "You get until the game masters give the okay on your abilities after three weeks of testing."
Octane offers to take the list and photo to the game directors since he was getting bored of just sitting around. The rest of us just sit around and talk, getting to know eachother better. The door opened and closed after several pairs of footsteps entered. Tossing a look over my shoulders I see the rest of the legends including the other newest edition; Ash. “Hello, beautiful.” Loba greets as they join the group I already feel is like family. “So you must be the new blood.” Valk notes. “Ah, yes, quite an impressive show you put on. A worthy opponent indeed.” the metallic voice from the female simulacrum states from above my shoulder. As her twig-like legs tap away to some other location the conversation goes back to being as lively as it was before the new arrivals.
A few hours later Octane bursts back in the door and starts running laps around us to wear off the stim he decided to use on the way back. As we started picking on him, when a random chill shot up my spine. Loba notices the change and gives me a grim smile. I raise my chin slightly then start looking around for whoever caused it. Hanging onto the ceiling in a corner was a red simulacrum with eyes that seemed to burn through me. The feeling was unsettling to say the least. “Hey (Y/N)?” a soft voice breaks me from the stare down I unknowingly had with the unblinking eyes. Humming, I turn my attention to the group. “Are you down to party with the Legends?” Elliot asks me.
Giving a quick nod we all get up and head to the Paradise Lounge for a legend only party night to celebrate my victory against everyone who wanted to be where I am. Getting to the bar I ask Elliot for two shots of his strongest, hoping it would help me forget about the ceiling clinging robotic body and those haunting yellow-gold eyes. Even without saying a word to me he seemed to have captured my whole attention and I still can’t shake the feeling of him watching me. Even here in the club where I see no signs of him on the walls, or the ceiling, or even milling about. I of course knew of the infamous Revenant; the simulacrum assassin who’s the first ever of his class. Who wouldn’t if they paid any attention to the Apex games. Which was everyone. So why did it feel so personal when he stared at me? Was it a ploy? Did he do this to everyone?
I kept drinking, but this time with Octavio and Bangalore who kept the shots and strong drinks coming. Maybe this is what I need, to drink until I can’t remember what happened earlier today.
Waking up my head was pounding to the beat of the fist on the door. Groaning, I push myself up and over to the door. Ripping it open I see Makoa lifting his foot, like he was going to break the door down. “What’s with all this rakus?” I groan out only to be grabbed and dragged away from my room like it was the starting point of a fire. “We were just commin to check on ya when we saw Revenant close the door to ya room. When we finally got there we couldn’t open it.” Ajay states while giving me some pain meds and a bottle of water.
I paled as the words settled into my hazy mind. “Thank you. After yesterday he freaked me out so badly while he stared at me from the ceiling before getting drinks. I felt like he was staring a hole through me all night, but he wasn’t there.” Makoa’s big hand landed on my shoulder. “Stick with someone for a while, brudda. We don’t wanna lose you so soon-” he went to continue but a soft femine voice with a staticy hitch to it said “Especially with that raw talent you possess” before fading off to a metallic sounding snarl.
Deciding that the current topic was giving me the creeps (or maybe it was Ash) I looked up to the mountain of a man who was currently checking my room. “So what’s on the schedule for today?” seemingly finding nothing out of place or a murderous robot hiding in a corner Makoa turns to me “Breakfast to start then it’s training till lunch.” Giving a nod I head into the bathroom to change into a pair of spandex shorts with a loose fitting pair over top with a sports bra and a tank top. Exiting the bathroom I see that Ajay and Makoa were still waiting in my room. Grabbing my shoes I follow them through the compound to the kitchen where everyone, but the red and gray simulacrum. Grabbing the first empty seat at the table, I greeted Natalie and Renee with a meek “good morning” before a plate piled full of different breakfast foods sat in front of me. “Want any coffee (Y/N)?” Anita asked. “Yeah, (coffee preference) please.” All I got in return was a brisk nod.
Digging into the breakfast I listened to the others talking about how training will progress. “We’ll have to pick a group to help out (Y/N).” someone who’s voice I can’t recognize says. Natalie speaks up from my left “How about Bloodhound since they’re normally using snipers?” A soft murmur of agreement is heard from the group as they debate a second and possibly third to the group. A tap on my shoulder alerts me to the mug being offered to me. Taking it and raising it in thanks I finally speak up “Doesn’t Ajay and Ramya have similar abilities?” Renee hums an agreement as the two mentioned women say that it’d be a good idea.
City Lounge: London (Book One, Chapter Six: Lunch with Sophie)
City Lounge: London (Book One, Chapter Six: Lunch with Sophie)
Chapter Six: Lunch with Sophie: Around noon, I myself was curious about the old Thai place that Sophie and I used to go. That place had some good food. I hadn’t tried to burn my mouth in a long time. “Hey, Sophie,” I said. “Yeah?” she asked. “What was the name of that Thai place that we went to?” Her eyes lit up brighter than the sun. “You really want to go there?” “Why not?” I shrugged with my…
