#prkhs

[lilolnumber]

“nice turret, old man,” she’s genuine despite the quip. it’s the truth. though ramya’s ever the egotistical, she’s never been one to deny the talents of another mechanic - especially those select few who specialise in the dexterity of working with guns. still, it makes her reverent but far from modest. “but mines bigger.”

     The Engineer appreciates the compliment despite the size comparison. His turrets have always been about efficiency, not size— if anything, the wide variety of weaponry he has available does the job as long as it’s used for their intended purpose, and that’s the one thing Dell will pride himself on. Although, knowing that other people realize the meaning of ‘ use more gun ’ has him relieved that he’s not the only mechanic who knows how to handle himself in a firefight.

     “ Heh, thank you kindly, ” Dell responds with a tip of his hard hat. “ That gun a’ yours might just be a tad bit bigger. It sure as heck ain’t like anythin’ I’ve ever seen. Ever considered installin’ a rocket launcher on that ? ”

[bunkrock]

@prkhs​

   “  Hellooooooo  ,  is  this  the  right  place  ?  Mirage  said  he  wanted  me  to  perform  at  his  bar  tonight  and  I  wanted  to  get  here  early  to  set  -  up  .  ”  awfully  casual  conversation  from  a  woman  climbing  out  of  a  manhole  .

[illusionage]

@prkhs liked for a starter!

     he’ll be honest; he’s never really been all that too interested in guns. it’s a weird statement to say for someone in the apex games - the entire point is to shoot guns! and punch sometimes, but that’s not... as reliable. or one could have a handy dandy tool like octane with bloodhound, but yikes, mirage seriously does not want those things anywhere close to his face. or him, for that matter. 

     but he could appreciate guns! they helped him get more wins underneath his belt, and it just so happens that his roommate is super into them. or into modding them, he supposes. it’s sort of fascinating if he thinks about it, watching her tinker over a flickering light that mirage needs to replace. he can almost empathize with her, working underneath a dying light, desperate to get something done... huh. guess they might have more in common than he thinks. 

     “ how long have you been doing that? “ mirage says all of a sudden, throwing the rag that he had been using to wipe down the bar over his shoulder. “ the - the modding, i mean! how long have you been on the gun scene? it took me a couple years to get used to a couple in the ring, but you’re... well, you’re sorta handling them like a champ. or i guess you could say legend! because... y’know. “

[devouhera]

@prkhs​     ❤

     “  oh  ,  my  ...  you’ve  quite  the  strength  ,  carrying  around  something  so  big  ...  i  can’t  help  but  wonder  what  sort  of  trouble  you  find  yourself  in  ...  “  fluttering  lashes  ,  and  a  step  towards  ramya  .  “  maybe  you  could  show  me  ?  “

[holotrickstr]

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“HEY RAMYA- I WAS THINKING maybe we could go out for food today- ignore that he’s currently munching on a slice of cold pizza- “Make a change, y’know?”

[disanthropy]

❛ Human nature, baby. Grab it and growl. ❜

shrill laughter fills the dark room,   illuminated primarily by the large screen on which the green-blue goddess appears.     ʺ human n-n-natuuuure ? ʺ     she takes a moment to let the words dissipate in the air,   eyes falling somewhat softly on the woman in front of her.     ʺ have i not already re-re-recreated man in my own image ?    hhhhhhhhhhhha-have i not made huuuman nature obsolete ? ʺ     her laughter settles as a faint smile on pixelated lips.    what need does god have for rebellious nature ?    

what god needs is executioners.    someone who would carry out the words of her divinity through action,   and in turn,   be rewarded their own small piece of the celestial.     ʺ do i,   as the new creator,   not make nature obsole-- -- obsolete ? ʺ

[quinzotic-archiveiii]

       ❛   heard   you   could   fix   this.   ❜      across   from   her,   onto   the   nearest   surface,   from   a   coffin   made   of   her   hands   falls   dust.   tinged   coal,   some   shreds   of   what   once   was   an   overpriced   ensemble   could   be   discerned,   &   a   crystal   eye   dropped   as   the   cherry   on   top.   there’s   a   trace   of   tears   down   her   face   along   the   flickery   warning   of   more   approaching   soon.      ❛   it   was   a   dummy.   ❜

@prkhs​.

[vvolves]

💋 teehee

They’d made the bar their regular place - ‘The Lotus’ - a usual dance club for most, and the Christmas special tonight, with mistletoe lining the ceiling made the place a rather attractive place for everyone from hook ups to long time relationships a absolute hot spot. The atmosphere was perfect. Thrumming trance music, smiling faces, the occasional Santa hat, and not a single cup empty. 

Needless to say, the two star crossed girls wasted no time in following suit to most of the other patrons. 

Though - perhaps they were a bit more skilled than the others. They had managed to master the art of a deep kiss, while continuing to dance, and not turning it into a mess on the floor or a disgusting slobbering mess in a bathroom - the only break in the rhythmically intimate dance was the two had broken away off and on. Chain couldn’t help but laugh when she ran her tongue over the gap in her teeth, and she seemed to find it funny when Chain bit her lip. 

After a particularly long mouth to mouth exchange, Chain drew back, and gave a final kiss to seal the long night of favorable one night love. 

“You’re really good at this --- really good. I can feel my heart beat out of my chest!”