Apr 10
"Mimicry"
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"Mimicry"
He sit so politely...
Swapped Vibes AU for Sunset and Dan :3c Some facts below that may change...
Sunset -> Sunshine & Rainbows
Still RED's backup Sniper.
Very trigger-happy. No chill. Very paranoid (type of person to shoot holes in the walls thinking someone is in them.)
Demoted from a higher-ranking team after murdering two teammates and going MIA. Kept in the company because a) justified reasons for murder even if a bit extreme and b) very good at murder
Does not like being indoors.
His mum is dead. Dad is alive. Has hidden him away somewhere for safety reasons.
Trusts not a single soul except his dad.
Name was given as a joke by old teammates. Usually goes by "Sniper" or "Sunny".
Tries to keep an eye on every single person in a room at all times.
Burned his fingerprints off.
Daniel Fitzgerald, Supply Runner -> [REDACTED], Respawn 'Specialist'
Remembers his real name and past life. Took a while to accept the fact that he's a clone. Devastated by the loss of his life but he copes.
Helps with supply checks sometimes, but main 'role' is to monitor and fix the respawn machine.
No knowledge of engineering or anything of the sort, but he personally knows and can communicate with the machine, somehow. Can tell when something's wrong and exactly how to fix it.
Does not like being near the respawn machine.
A smiley guy. Has a laugh/giggle response when he gets nervous or upset.
No sharp teeth bc he does not file his teeth sharp here.
Still unstable physically but is looking for a way to fix that. Terrified of dying permanently and that is the only reason he hasn't quit.
Has manic episodes, and times when he's very disconnected with himself and distressed knowing he isn't Jeremy anymore. Ignores these feelings until he cannot anymore.
Does not like wearing blue. Red hides the blood better and reminds him less of his 'original'.
"STOP WITH THE BITING!!"
Continues to flail. (Get his ass, Dan)
He does not forgive him for the cigarette... yet...
Good luck, Spy! Hope you got a spare shoulder!
Smelly sewer rat talks about day outside of chronological order. Stuns local hermit. More at 5.
Idk I just wanted to finish up another thumbnail... is good practice?
Smth cute n simple. Happy pride :3
Flags shown, top left to bottom right: Nonbinary, Aroacespec, Xenogender, Gay
open rp // any fandom, mdni // WARNING: (casually) dying, auto-cannibalism, blood & gore
'It's late. I should be trying to sleep.'
Guiding himself with a hand on the wall, the clone stumbles towards the stairs in the darkness of night. At this point, most of the mercs were asleep. No one was on the other end of the line for him to talk to, so there was no point turning his headset back on.
Which sucked, but not because his torso had ruptured by itself and his own guts were trying to spill out from the open, gaping wound. That was normal. His skin was just extra fragile during this life and gave out a little earlier than his organs.
No, it sucked because it was boring to not be talking and he'd probably be stuck in the respawn machine 'till daytime when they opened the doors back up.
With one hand pressing down on the growing patch of blood seeping out his shirt, which was miraculously preventing a mess of blood and guts on the floor, the other gripped onto the railing to hoist himself up. Step by excruciating step, he made his way to the roof.
The pain was nice. It kept him warm. Kept him both lucid and fuzzy. Laughter bubbled his his throat as another sharp sting shot through his body, nearly making him keel over.
It took several minutes to finally get up to the rooftop. The cool air surrounded him as he stepped out, walking towards the edge of the building... and sitting down near it with his legs splayed out. He finally releases his stomach, letting his organs pour out from under his shirt onto the roof. Groaning in agony, the dying clone gives the pain a moment to settle before moving once more, grabbing the sling of the duffel bag off his shoulder and pulling the bag itself closer.
Unzipping it, he takes out a can of regular ol' soda and cracks it open. Taking a sip, he looks up into the sky. There was nothing he can do about his current state than to wait for his body to properly give out, so why not enjoy it?
"...Mn... I want BONK..." Dan complains quietly, drinking some more of the soda anyway. On a regular day, he'd be trying to eat his own insides by now. Strangely, he wasn't feeling it today.
He wishes someone- anyone- was here though. It's kind of boring on his own.
[SUPPLY RUNNER]: -and that's how I figured out how the knife game actually work- eh, what's that sunny? Oh- my brain's meltin' again. Haha! [SUNSET]: ... [SUPPLY RUNNER]: Aw shucks. Thanks, buddy.