#velocisto

[alexandrnox]

@velocisto​.* : ❝ try and keep up! ❞

Caustic lets out an almost comical wheeze as his legs move under him. He had liked to think he had gotten so much easier at the more... athletic part of the games. Something that he had not taken into account at first, but, in hindsight, should have. He’s not as fast as some of the others, but he’s getting there.

And then there is Octane.

❝ ‘Try, and keep up’, he says. I’d like to wrap my hands around his throat.

❝ Slow down, Octane, you will have use spotted across the entire island !! ❞

OVERWATCH / ACC.

[wolfoba]

“ i’ve got your back… just, y’know, from the front. “

PROMPT,          ACCEPTING.

[brutlistarchive]

     𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐲 . jacob heugh can feel it thinning , a taffy kneaded and pulled to a point of excess that’s begun to turn transparent , granulated     ---     and it’s hardly meant to dehumanize him when heugh thinks of him this way : the shock collar necessitated and restrictive by a certain distance , and only the solution of his exasperated dreams . this is wearing on him . even under the ton of flat black metal , it’s clearly visible just how finite his restraint was becoming .     “     if this is going to be a constant conversation we gotta have every time you’re in the area , we’re gonna have a big problem here .     “ 

@velocisto​ // sc

[emptsis]

@velocisto​  asked :   ‘  say my name like it’s the only one that’s ever been on your tongue.  ’  /  accepting  .

𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒  𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐓  𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐎  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏  .  THAT  IS  THE  NORM  .  Not  for  them  .  When  given  the  chance  --- -  they  found  their  escape  before  they  would  inevitably  return  to  the  bloodbath  and  return  to  the  belly  of  the  beast  .  Solitude  .  They  sought  solitude  ---  together  .  Togetherness  via  body  and  soul  .  An  unholy  union  of  teeth  and  dreamy  sighs  .  His  voice  sparks  their  interest  like  a  spark  of  flame  to  kerosene  .   It’s  then  they  begin  to  free  themselves  of  hesitation  .  Shedding  layers  of  armor  ,  one  by  one  .  The  air  is  thick  with  anticipation  .  Tension  .   “  Come  here  .   ”

[emptsis]

@velocisto​  asked  :   ❛ what do you suggest we do, then ?  ❜  /  accepting  .

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒  𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋  𝐈𝐒  𝐀  𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄  𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆  .   IT  KEEPS  THEIR  MIND  ICY  --- -  their  senses  at  their  best  .  They  take  the  time  to  listen  to  their  surroundings  .  Loading  their  weapon  ,  they  dip  their  head  in  a  clear  sign  of  resolve  .  SHOULDERS  HAVE  SQUARED  ---  they  are  determined  to  make  it  out  a  victor  .  “  Throw  your  jump  pad  .  If  we  are  to  claim  victory  -  we  must  ambush  .  ”   SURELY  ,  THE  ENTRANCE  IS  UNRULY  IN  NATURE  .  But  who  are  they  to  bypass  the  opening  ?  The  remaining  squad  has  hunkered  themselves  down  into  a  building  ---  their  only  entrance  being  from  the  very  ceiling  .  It’s  then  that  they  load  their  longbow  .  Counting  bullets  and  muttering  something  that  is  underlined  with  a  growl  .  “  I  trust  you  .  Get  us  up  there  .  ”

[emptsis]

@velocisto​   asked  :   “  i’m fine, i’ve had worse  .  ”   /  accepting  .  

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐀  𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐀𝐓  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐒  .   SURELY  --  THAT  IS  WHAT  HE  MEANS  .  OTHERWISE  ,    “  Doubtful  .  Your  legs  are  not  being  taken  into  consideration  this  day  ,  Octane  .  ”  They  find  no  use  in  letting  him  continue  the  fight  with  an  open  wound  .  Infection  would  surely  kill  him  before  their  enemies  do  .  They  reach  inside  their  backpack  --- -  kicking  up  dust  in  their  effort  to  swiftly  kneel  and  assess  the  gaping  wound  before  administering  a  straight  shot  of  healing  serum  to  a  vein  almost  forcefully  with  an  iron  grip  on  an  arm  .  They  count  the  seconds  dutifully  .  Ensuring  the  entire  syringe  has  been  emptied  into  the  bloodstream  .   “  I  have  more  .  Take  them  .  And  cease  your  foolishness  .  There  are  fresh  bootprints  surrounding  the  area  .  We  have  a  spy  . ”