#voltaage

[simulamortem]

@voltaage

He wouldn't have imagined that this might be Natalie's scene, let alone that she might ever manage to drag him here. And yet the pair arrived at a venue called PITCH in Solace City's underground entertainment district, where the music of one of the opening bands was loud enough to be heard from outside. Not far from where their car dropped them off, security welcomed the Legends through the private back entrance to their booth.

A long, round sofa that could have accommodated a much larger group encircled their table, the booth secluded from the general public by its balcony perch and THICK CURTAINS - which of course could be drawn open in the front to allow a perfect view of the stage.

Revenant was dressed in similar attire as he'd worn to the fair, humanizing his silhouette and obscuring his face with a deep hood. Even so, he hung back from the booth's railing; far more interested in watching Natalie than any of the bands that would be on stage tonight.

[sveer]

@voltaage: What was I supposed to do, let you die?

Anyone else, and Obi would have argued back with renewed vitriol. But he could not do it to Natalie, not with the fevered hitch in her tone, the fiery glaze in her eyes. Passionate was not a word Obi would use to describe Wattson, but this was it, and her fierce loyalty had taken him by complete surprise. 

(Being focus-fire’d on after biting Ballistic’s fever bullet, Obi had been a lost cause. Natalie had all but a little window of time to escape, but she stayed, adamant on not leaving her teammate behind. The ring eventually took them out.)  

To care so deeply was no fault of her own. To be worth something even when his abilities smoldered out… now, that was something else. Guilted by his own poor judgement, Obi sank into pensive silence. 

“We should focus on the living,” Obi finally spoke, and that was the last of his defence. “But… Thank you. Truly. Most would not spare a second glance. You stayed till the very end.”

[v1r4l]

Wattson is caught wearing Crypto’s clothes. 

The more time Natalie spent around Park Tae Joon, the more she’d come to realised that Tae Joon was, in fact, a relentless workaholic. 

His space on the drop ship was pristine, but his apartment bore its effects: dust bunnies morphing into dust dragons, how the pile of freshly laundered clothes that got moved to whichever spot Tae Joon wasn’t sitting on seemed to grow by the day. 

Luckily for him, Natalie, who didn’t seem to mind the clutter, nor the fact that he seemed to be working around the clock, had taken to amusing herself with stuff she found in his room. Soon, great oversized coats came walking out of his closet behind his back. Swiveling his chair around was a treat every time— his coats which were designed to conceal as much of him as possible, hugged Natalie’s frame in tantalizing ways that made him stare. 

He was staring again now, but for a different reason. Natalie had put on his beige trench coat. Something he wasn’t expecting to see the light of the day again, when at some point he religiously wore it to work everyday.

( Work. For the Syndicate. The very organization that made Mila disappear and turned his life into living hell. The same organization Tae Joon knew Natalie was loyal to, a fact which bittered him. )

Now it was Natalie’s turn to stare at him, no doubt reading the look on his face. Was he frowning? Was he doing that thing with his eyebrows Ramya said made him look worried? “Mwo? The coat you’re wearing? It’s old. I got this from the flea market across the building where I used to live. My sister said I needed to wear something cool to ‘balance out the nerd.’” 

Mila’s teasing was still real and crisp in his mind like it just happened yesterday. How time flew. “I always thought I looked like a flasher..” 

Tae Joon sat up properly, and seemed to check her out with his eyes. “You look… segsihan. You know. Just another way of saying cute.” 

mwo -  뭐 (what?) 

segsihan - 섹시한 (sexy)

@voltaage​​

[deputydeath]

@voltaage​

‘     ms.     paquette…     i apologize for destroying your trust.     ‘

for once     ,     you feel regret     (     an emotion that leaves you unsure     &.     almost frightened.     )     your hand hovers over wattson’s shoulder     ,     before retracting.

‘     i know that i do not deserve a second chance     ,     but i wish to prove that i am sorrowful about my actions.     ‘

[holopiloted]

     @voltaage​ asked:            ↪ Quotes from things I’ve written “Your advice is to lie?”

     “LIE? No! No, of course not, I didn’t say —...lie, is just such...a bad way of putting it...” he trails off into a mumble, busying his hands with something — ANYTHING behind the bar, because, the more he thought about it, the more he realized, that is exactly what he was telling Natalie to do...

          — just in different words.

     It was hard sometimes, being everyone’s favorite, consolable bartender. It was tough enough coming up with solutions to his OWN problems, much less every other legend’s broken friendships, unkept promises and...supposedly irreplaceable personal belongings...

     “Look, all I’m saying is, the guy doesn’t even know you were in there in the first place — just play it off! When has NOT KNOWING something ever hurt anybody...?”

[crowshoots-moved]

    continuing from this ask from @voltaage.

    the expanse of storm point stretched long and stretched wide before them. jesper wasn’t exactly going to say no to sight - seeing, especially with the vibrant green of its trees or the glittering blue of the ocean, but sight - seeing wasn’t exactly what was on the radar for today. instead, jesper watched the colorful trails of the other squads disappear below, and wattson hadn’t jumped yet - his body was itching to. 

    “ we are also up in the clouds, if you haven’t noticed, ” he said as he rapped his knuckles on one of the thin beams that hold up the dropship platforms. “ easily fixable, if you’re worried about bad impressions. ” he peered down, picking out one of the sites he had yet to learn the name of outside of the loud sparking noise the large electric rod made. “ we could start there. both our game and proper introductions. ”

[busy]

@voltaage ha dicho : “ i stayed up all night. ”

ㅤㅤ❝ were you not the one chastising me about sleeping late two days ago , chica ׅׅ𖤠 ❞

ㅤㅤa snort , but hazel eyne drinks in light ;; amusement in glimmer as they pat the seat beside them . an offering to sit , coaxing with a pretty pout on glossy lips .

ㅤㅤ❝ vente pa' ca' . i'll take care of you while you get some actual sleep . ❞

[animatedxdisaster]

ask memes || accepting

@voltaage​ asked: ❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ with mirage 🥺

❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds

OUTSIDE THE RING, THE LEGENDS WERN’T OFFERED MEDKITS. They were exclusively for the games- which meant if they were hurt elsewhere they had to deal with that THEMSELVES. Being a barman wasn’t the most dangerous job by any means, but there were PLENTY of shady characters who came travelling through. 

This was one such occasion, and adding alcohol to the mix always led to trouble. Some insults thrown one way, bottles thrown the other. In the middle of trying to split up the fight, he’d had a glass smashed into his face. It was fortunate that Natalie had ALSO been at the bar, and once the two fighting patrons had been kicked out, his occasional teammate led him to the back to help patch him up.

“Thank you Nat, I appreciate it.”