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[the-jet-star]

Mucho gusto

Jet had been running around Battery City most of the day, hiding from Dracs and S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W as he tried his hand at getting some supplies from the various vending machines around the city.

Jet’s not a hacker. He’s better with his hands than he is with computers, and the team knows that, so he has no idea why they trusted him with the Vend-A-Hack and to go to Bat-City alone. Nonetheless, he agreed after he had fucked off and been drunk off his ass for days on end, so he felt he owed it to the team.

He looks left to right then behind him before walking up to a vending machine that is miraculously alone and hooks up the device to try and get some water out of it since his canteen has been dangerously low for a while now. As he presses a couple buttons here and there, he hears the machine clanking and he holds his breath as he waits for the water that doesn’t come down the slot. Instead, he’s met with a pack of batteries. He growls at the machine and the device in his hands, even though deep down he knows it’s his own fault that he didn’t get what he desperately needs.

Suddenly he feels a hand trail across his shoulder and down his back, he quickly reaches for his ray gun and turns fast and is face-to-face with a woman with bright purple hair. 

“¿Que onda, novato?” (What’s up, noob?) She asks, voice sultry as she puts her hand back on his shoulder. “Having troubles stealing from Better Living?” The woman has a thick accent, from somewhere in Latin America. She’s obviously sneaky, observant and pretty. 

No, Jet. Don’t be fooled by how pretty she is. Keep your guard up. He thinks and takes a step back, holding the ray gun up at her. “I’m …” he has no lie on tap to cover for the fact that he has the Vend-A-Hack in his hands and attached to the machine. “What are you, some sort of BLI lackey or something? Just ghost me already.”

It’s bold coming from a killjoy who’s obviously a little more than flustered. Lila just laughs and shakes her head. “I am not with Better Living if that is what you are saying,” she says, amusement evident in her tone. “Just another killjoy looking to steal. You obviously need some help, and I can provide it.”

She holds her hand out toward the device in his hand and lifts an eyebrow. “What is the thing that you need? I can get it for you with no problems.” 

Jet just stares at her and reluctantly hands her the device, gun still pointed at her. “Water,” he utters, throat dry and making his voice rougher than he intended.

He’s not sure why, but it’s kind of hot that she’s not freaked out that he’s threatening her with it. He watches dumbly as she presses some buttons, seemingly at random on the machine. A few clunking sounds and three bottles of water fall out of it and Lila is grinning over at him.

“Así es como se roba de las máquinas,” (this is how you steal from the machines) she says, thinking he doesn’t understand her. Her fingers are a blur on the hacking device as soon as Jet grabs the bottles of water and is pouring them into his canteen after chugging half of one.

“Nomas porque no se hacer esto no significa que no soy bueno para otras cosas,” (just because I don’t know how to do this doesn’t mean I’m not good at other things) he mutters as he watches her, wondering what she might be stealing now.

It’s now Lila’s turn to look slightly bewildered at Jet-Star and she tuts at him. “Con qué sabes hablar Español, novato. Muy bien. Así no gasto mi Inglés.” (So you speak Spanish, noob. Good. I don’t have to waste my English). The machine makes some thudding sounds and a ray gun emerges, along with some ammo and batteries.

Jet can’t say he isn’t impressed by her skills. “Bella y eficiente,” (Pretty and efficient) he acknowledges. 

“Gracias, guapo.” (Thanks, handsome). She hands the Vend-A-Hack back to him and quickly puts the things into her bag before disappearing around the corner and Jet chases after her. There are still some things he needs to hack other machines for, and he really could use her help.

[//from this point on, assume their entire conversation is in Spanish]

“Wait!” he calls out to her as he rushes to her side. It helps that he’s got long legs. She’s maybe about 6 inches shorter than he is, but it’s not like she was in a hurry, so it didn’t take long for him to catch up to her.

Lila doesn’t stop walking as she makes her way through alleyways and around seemingly random corners. Walking slow enough to not attract attention. She’s lucky her hair is the same as porno-droids. If she strips her jacket off, she could pretend she is one if someone from BLI came across her. 

“What do you want, noob?” her tone is light, no real malice to it. She is a little frustrated that she seems to have picked up a puppy.

“First off, thanks for helping me back there,” Jet starts. “I would’ve been stuck there for ages.”

Lila nods, waiting to find out what he really wants at this point. Maybe he does think she’s a porno droid. Except, from what she’s encountered, they don’t have accents and don’t speak another language.

“I was wondering if you could hack a few other machines for me? And you can take whatever you want while you’re doing it?” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out some cash. “I can also pay you.” 

Lila nods. “Follow me,” she turns another corner and leads him to another vending machine. Once she’s hacking the machine for the things Jet says he needs she offhandedly introduces herself. “The name’s Lithium Lilac. Lila (pronounced Leela) for short.”  “Jet-Star,” the man says as he holds his hand out to shake hers.  Lila takes his hand and tugs him to her to give him a side hug. “I’m a hugger,” she says against his chest. “Did you know that people need at least 12 hugs a day?” Jet hums as he wraps an arm around her. “I didn’t.” She pulls back and pushes a few more buttons on the device before the machine is clunking and the gauze and candy Jet had asked for come out.  “Thanks,” he grins as he leans down to pick them up.  “No problem. See ya later, noob.” And she’s walking away again.

“Mucho gusto,” Jet waves when she turns to do the same before disappearing around a corner. He’ll have to remember her next time he’s sent to hack vending machines.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Overcast, RP @the-jet-star

Weather in the zones always has been unpredictable, the one blue sky clouded over with grey, a low rumble of thunder permeating the air. It makes everything smell metallic, or so that’s what Dogteeth thinks, the young man is sitting just outside of the diner, plopped criss cross apple sauce in the dirt as he watches Jet Star tinker away on a bike. “Should we be worried about that?”

He glances upwards, tilting his head back to look at the sky. It isn’t raining yet but it will be soon. The lost asset has been out in the zones for a few months, part of this diner group only a few weeks after the man in front of him had helped the shape changer get free of a mesh fence, but it hadn’t actually stormed until today.

“It’s not going to start raining acid or fire or anything weird right?”

Like maybe frogs, frogs would be super strange but then there’s a lot of strange things in the zones like the area where the rocks float that one of the others talks about often. ”Jet?”

Please pay attention to him, he knows the radio is loud and while staring at the other guy’s back is rather entertaining when he can see Jet’s shoulder blades move under the slim fit black t-shirt as he works, Dogtooth would prefer they didn’t get struck by lightning if the storm isn’t a good thing.

[the-jet-star]

Jet’s hand get’s caught in a belt and he yelps, pulling it back and shaking it before he flexes his fingers to make sure everything’s working okay. He should know better, does know better, than to fuck with the belts on things with both hands. He did this a lot when he first started learning to fix things up. He guesses he’s just distracted today. 

“Jet?” He vaguely hears over the radio. He reaches over and turns the music down before turning to face Dogteeth. 

“Hmm? What’s that?” He grabs a rag and wipes his hands of the excess grease before throwing the rag onto one of the handlebars on the bike and walks over to the shapeshifter. His brain finally catches up to the other things the other man said and looks up to the sky. 

“Oh. Shit. Yeah. We shouldn’t be caught out here when that starts.” Jet realizes then that the temperature dropped, his skin now covered in goosebumps as his sweat begins to dry with the wind that’s picked up. 

He grabs the front of his shirt and pulls it up to wipe his face and pulls it back down with a sigh. “Lemme just get this shit covered back up and we’ll get inside, yeah?”

He walks back over to the bike and starts putting things back together before putting the engine cover back on so it doesn’t get fucked with the rain. He knows damn well they’ll be fucked if the bike becomes totally out of commission.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“I’m guessing storms aren’t common?” Some part of Dogteeth wants to stand out in it, let the rain- if it’s just normal rain, wash the dust of the desert off his skin. But storms aren’t to be taken lightly, especially not out here, where the sun baked earth likely has issues trying to soak up the water fast enough.

The diner seems to be situated on a rise however, they shouldn’t flood here right ? He gets to his feet once Jet has the bike back together, a fleeting moment of concern because the guy had caught his hand earlier but he’d seemed ok. Dogteeth wouldn’t know the first thing about helping with that anyway, BLi back at the labs had a spray that would cover injuries and Jet had his own methods. Dogteeth slinks towards the diners door, lingering there as he waits for Jet, hands in his pockets, amber-brown eyes watching the horizon as a streak of lightning darts across it, followed by another rumble. ”If it’s normal rain it’ll store in the tank?? “ The one on the roof, Dogteeth aware he is asking an awful lot of questions in quick succession of each other but he’s still adapting to life out here, as it’s harder to cope in human form than as a dog and well, he can’t stay as a dog all the time…

[the-jet-star]

“Not really, no,” Jet takes another look at the sky as he walks over to the door. The clouds look normal enough but they’ve been deceived in the past and ruined their water supply with acid rain once. Since then Jet’s learned to check the water before someone goes up to take the lid off the tank. “I need to test the water before we collect it. Make sure it’s not acid, y’know?”

He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly through his nose as he takes the final steps to through the threshold of the diner, lightly bumping shoulders with the other man and smiles. He likes the questions and random chatter between them because it makes him feel useful, knowledgeable. Jet often forgets just how integral to the team he can be and instead focuses on his own shortfalls. “I’ll go up and open up the tank if the water’s any good.”

He moves to the storage room of the diner and begins collecting everything he needs to test the water. “Mind putting this bucket outside?” He holds out a rusty pail without a handle to Dogteeth. Not the best thing for rain collection, but it’s what they have for now. And from what Jet has been able to tell so far, the rust doesn’t affect his testing process.

He sees another flash of lightning through the window and waits for the rumble of thunder, counting in his head to get an estimate of how far it’s striking. If it’s out far enough, he might stand in the storm once the water’s tested and hopefully cleared while he’s up on the roof. 

Thunder claps almost 20 seconds later and he grins. “Lightning’s about four miles away. If you’re up for it, we can stand in the rain if it’s not acid.”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

That makes sense, acid rain would suck, both to get it on their skin and to get into the water supply..he bumps playfully back into Jet as they walk into the diner, the two siblings are out with Grace, but he’s hoping they don’t get caught in the weather. The bucket Dog is soon handed is metal. However, and even he knows lightning is drawn to metal. He’s wary, but reflexively follows what to his weirdly put together brain, had sounded like an order more than a general ask. The flash of lightning again and more thunder makes static rise in the air, it’s raising Dogteeth’s arm hairs a little. But to be honest it’s probably because some part of him is having a fear response. ”That sounds pretty fun.”

He replied to Jet, stepping outside to quickly put that bucket in the open just as the first rain drops started to fall. He’s quick to return inside,

[the-jet-star]

Jet’s still putting things on the counter for the testing process. He’s sure there’s probably some tech out there that does it with less items, but he hasn’t had a chance to go out and look for it yet. He’s finally done putting things in order and flops down onto one of the stools, resting his elbows on the counter behind him.

“Thanks for putting that out there,” he says once Dogteeth gets back inside. He faces the window and lets his eyes go blurry as the droplets become a downpour outside. He hopes the others will get back before the flooding and mudslides ensue, otherwise they could be stuck until things dry out.

“I used to love the rain,” his voice is kinda hazy, like he’s not sure if he’s speaking aloud or not. “Fucking war ruined everything.”

There’s a flash of lightning again and Jet blinks to put the world back into focus and turns to look at Dogteeth. “You like the rain?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“Dunno.”

Dogteeth takes a seat beside Jet, leaning over so he can rest his head in his arms on the counter. ”The facility never really let us out in it..and when weather hits the city they tend to pull the shutters on the high rises.” So you can’t watch the rain either, this is the first storm he’s freely been in. But yeah, the war ruined a lot of things for a lot of people . ”was the desert dry like, before the war ?” Dogteeth has heard of pockets of green places, but he’s never seen one fir himself,

[the-jet-star]

Jet hums and mentally kicks himself for asking such a stupid question.

“The desert was. But the whole world wasn’t a desert before this. There were some here and there, but, like, other places were filled with trees and grass, lakes, rivers, ponds, and mountains with snow.” Fuck. He really fucking misses the snow. “The world was fuckin’ beautiful, man.” He gets excited the more he’s talking.

“Waterfalls were the best thing ever. Jumping off a cliff into some water and swimming. Anything to do with water I loved. I wish I hadn’t taken those moments for granted. It’s hard to remember how it felt. But if we get to stand in the rain, it’s a pretty similar feeling.”

“Speaking of which,” Jet stands and grabs a tarp. “I should test the water.” He runs outside and quickly grabs the bucket and runs back in with it. He pours some of it into different containers and starts his testing process.

A few minutes later he grins over at Dogteeth. “The water’s good.” He peels off his shirt and starts working on getting his pants off. “I’m gonna go take the lid off the tank.” He’d rather not walk around in soaked clothes, and peeling them off is the worst once he gets inside. “Wanna come with?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Dogteeth listens, watching Jet test the water. The shapeshifter wondering to himself, if the green place he’s searching for would have a waterfall..maybe he could take Jet with him if he ever found it. But when Jet announces the water is good, Dogteeth puts down the random bolt he’d been spinning on the counter. Watching curiously as Jet strips off the dark layers of desert clothing. Can’t even help the fact that it’s obvious he’s staring the guy up and down, before he’s asked a question. ”I’d love to.” Dog already had taken his jacket off but he’s less concerned about the rest of him getting wet. Following the other killjoy out into the rain and watched him climb up onto the roof.

“Looking pretty good up there! “ He shouts through the downpour, “Like a ninja!” A hot, rain drenched one. The water pooling on the dry earth is not unmissed by Dogteeth though, in some spots it’s started to turn into mud, he looks at the sky, water falling on his face, this one storm was worth all the dry days so far.

[the-jet-star]

Jet grins down at Dog. “Fuck yeah I look good up here.” He climbs the last step on the ladder onto the roof and pauses to turn his face up to the rain.

It feels so cool against his skin and he loves every second of it. He should’ve grabbed that shitty soap they have to actually bathe properly. But he can just do it a little later. He goes back to the task at hand, taking the lid off the tank to let the rainfall go in. It’s heavier than he remembers and he struggles a little to get it off, the muscles of his back and arms flexing as he pushes at it.

“Okay,” he breathes heavily from the slight exertion once he’s done and looks over at Dog. “How are you liking the rain?”

He climbs back down, careful not to slip and jumps off the last step with a grin.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“It’s refreshing.” He talks loud, above the volume of the growing downpour, the urge to switch forms to play a little more carefree in the puddles growing.

But right now he’s looking at Jet again, the water on the man’s skin causing the greenish light of the stormy weather to cause some definition in various area that Dog realises, his eyes are lingering a little too long on. Best just look at the floor, keep your eyes on the floor, he mentally tells himself watching water swirl around his feet, he lifts his head again, eyes on the distant lightning. ”Is it ok if I let the dog out-“ Dogteeth has to ask, feels suddenly switching might ruin the atmosphere they’ve got. But that side of his mind, the canine he shares a brain with, it just wants to have fun too.

[the-jet-star]

Jet notices Dog eyeing him and then looking down at the ground. “Hey, man, if you want me to put some pants on, I can.” He doesn’t want Dog to be uncomfortable. They haven’t known each other that long, and while Jet finds the man attractive, it’s not like him to openly flirt with anyone.

There’s a flash of lightning and thunder claps 30 seconds later. The lightning’s still far away, and Jet’s totally going to take advantage and stay out until he’s shivering. He runs his fingers through his hair and looks over at Dog when he asks the question.

“You don’t have to fucking ask,” Jet laughs. “Fucking go for it.” 

He then starts spinning in circles and laughing. He feels like a kid again, playing in water and not having a care in the world. He’s even in his damn underwear, for fuck’s sake. He stops when he gets dizzy and sways from side to side as the dizziness subsides. He then starts splashing in the puddles.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Oh if only Jet knew the absolute fucking mess they were about to get into, it between the seconds of a lightning strike when everything is bright, that dog shifts. The human replaced by a large black shepherd, who seems far more equipped to deal with the weather than the human side of its brain… Although any sensible thoughts it might have had in there go completely out the window when the urge to roll in the mud builds to a point where he has to simply just flop over onto one side in the nearest large puddle. Snorting and snuffing around as the cool gloopy mess soaks into a double coat and soothes skin which is usually overheated by the desert Sun,

[the-jet-star]

Jet blinks at Dog, who is no longer in human form and can’t help but laugh as he watches the fun he’s having. As the other cakes himself in mud, Jet starts to bound from puddle to puddle before slipping and falling flat on his ass. He slides a little a wiggles around as he tries to get himself upright again. 

“Fuck,” he holds still and settles on just laying in the mud and letting the rain fall around him. He closes his eyes and pretends he’s floating in a river somewhere with a waterfall. As if on cue, the rain starts pouring down harder, and Jet opens his mouth to taste some of the water before spitting it back out in a spray. 

He can hear Dog somewhere rolling around and blinks his eyes open before sitting up to watch him. He’s absolutely drenched in mud and he knows he’s gonna have to help clean that up before the go back inside. But it’s nice to see him having fun. Enjoying the rain is a rare occurrence after all. 

In the distance he can see headlights slowly making their way toward them and he sees the distinguishable Trans Am headed toward them. “Idiots are gonna get fuckin’ stuck.” Jet mumbles as if he wasn’t currently just slipping all over himself. But a car is different. It’ll just dig itself deeper into the ground once it gets stuck and it’ll be nearly impossible to get it out until it dries and they pack some hard debris under the tires.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

One thing that isn’t slipping over is Dog though, four legs better than two as he dashes to Jet, practically jumping on him and knocking him flat into the mud again. The shapeshifter can see the car too, it’s back end fishtailing on a particularly bad soggy stretch, but then it just, stops, and he can hear the tires screeching from here. Jet was right, they are stuck. Dog barks, should they go help or just, the mud is nice, Dogteeth might just try and dissolve into it.

[the-jet-star]

Jet laughs as Dog pushes him back into the mud. “Easy, buddy.” He pets his head, which is the least muddy part of him, but not by much. He’s pretty much all mud at this point, and so’s Jet so it’s not like he’s getting himself any dirtier than he already is.

Whoever’s in the driver’s seat is honking, trying to get their attention after getting stuck in the mud. Jet sits up again with a sigh because they’re still stepping on the gas. “They’re gonna dig themselves into a deeper hole.” he ruffle’s Dog’s ears and stands up and slowly makes his way to the other Killjoys.

He slips a few times along the way but finally manages to get to the driver’s side window. Of course Party is driving. He opens the door slightly with his still muddy hand and speaks through the crack in the door. “Stop fuckin’ revvin’ the engine. It’s done. You’re stuck. Stay in the car or get to the diner.”

The girl isn’t with them, which Jet is relieved about because he is still in his underwear. He hears the engine cut off and sighs in relief that Party isn’t going to make things worse for them tomorrow or whenever things get dry enough for them to start digging the car out. Jet starts splashing around in puddles again and runs alongside Dog before slipping face-first into the mud. He’s caked in in, but he couldn’t be happier. Plus, the rain will wash it away when he decides it’s time to go inside and stops being an idiot.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Overcast, RP @the-jet-star

Weather in the zones always has been unpredictable, the one blue sky clouded over with grey, a low rumble of thunder permeating the air. It makes everything smell metallic, or so that’s what Dogteeth thinks, the young man is sitting just outside of the diner, plopped criss cross apple sauce in the dirt as he watches Jet Star tinker away on a bike. “Should we be worried about that?”

He glances upwards, tilting his head back to look at the sky. It isn’t raining yet but it will be soon. The lost asset has been out in the zones for a few months, part of this diner group only a few weeks after the man in front of him had helped the shape changer get free of a mesh fence, but it hadn’t actually stormed until today.

“It’s not going to start raining acid or fire or anything weird right?”

Like maybe frogs, frogs would be super strange but then there’s a lot of strange things in the zones like the area where the rocks float that one of the others talks about often. ”Jet?”

Please pay attention to him, he knows the radio is loud and while staring at the other guy’s back is rather entertaining when he can see Jet’s shoulder blades move under the slim fit black t-shirt as he works, Dogtooth would prefer they didn’t get struck by lightning if the storm isn’t a good thing.

[the-jet-star]

Jet’s hand get’s caught in a belt and he yelps, pulling it back and shaking it before he flexes his fingers to make sure everything’s working okay. He should know better, does know better, than to fuck with the belts on things with both hands. He did this a lot when he first started learning to fix things up. He guesses he’s just distracted today. 

“Jet?” He vaguely hears over the radio. He reaches over and turns the music down before turning to face Dogteeth. 

“Hmm? What’s that?” He grabs a rag and wipes his hands of the excess grease before throwing the rag onto one of the handlebars on the bike and walks over to the shapeshifter. His brain finally catches up to the other things the other man said and looks up to the sky. 

“Oh. Shit. Yeah. We shouldn’t be caught out here when that starts.” Jet realizes then that the temperature dropped, his skin now covered in goosebumps as his sweat begins to dry with the wind that’s picked up. 

He grabs the front of his shirt and pulls it up to wipe his face and pulls it back down with a sigh. “Lemme just get this shit covered back up and we’ll get inside, yeah?”

He walks back over to the bike and starts putting things back together before putting the engine cover back on so it doesn’t get fucked with the rain. He knows damn well they’ll be fucked if the bike becomes totally out of commission.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“I’m guessing storms aren’t common?” Some part of Dogteeth wants to stand out in it, let the rain- if it’s just normal rain, wash the dust of the desert off his skin. But storms aren’t to be taken lightly, especially not out here, where the sun baked earth likely has issues trying to soak up the water fast enough.

The diner seems to be situated on a rise however, they shouldn’t flood here right ? He gets to his feet once Jet has the bike back together, a fleeting moment of concern because the guy had caught his hand earlier but he’d seemed ok. Dogteeth wouldn’t know the first thing about helping with that anyway, BLi back at the labs had a spray that would cover injuries and Jet had his own methods. Dogteeth slinks towards the diners door, lingering there as he waits for Jet, hands in his pockets, amber-brown eyes watching the horizon as a streak of lightning darts across it, followed by another rumble. ”If it’s normal rain it’ll store in the tank?? “ The one on the roof, Dogteeth aware he is asking an awful lot of questions in quick succession of each other but he’s still adapting to life out here, as it’s harder to cope in human form than as a dog and well, he can’t stay as a dog all the time…

[the-jet-star]

“Not really, no,” Jet takes another look at the sky as he walks over to the door. The clouds look normal enough but they’ve been deceived in the past and ruined their water supply with acid rain once. Since then Jet’s learned to check the water before someone goes up to take the lid off the tank. “I need to test the water before we collect it. Make sure it’s not acid, y’know?”

He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly through his nose as he takes the final steps to through the threshold of the diner, lightly bumping shoulders with the other man and smiles. He likes the questions and random chatter between them because it makes him feel useful, knowledgeable. Jet often forgets just how integral to the team he can be and instead focuses on his own shortfalls. “I’ll go up and open up the tank if the water’s any good.”

He moves to the storage room of the diner and begins collecting everything he needs to test the water. “Mind putting this bucket outside?” He holds out a rusty pail without a handle to Dogteeth. Not the best thing for rain collection, but it’s what they have for now. And from what Jet has been able to tell so far, the rust doesn’t affect his testing process.

He sees another flash of lightning through the window and waits for the rumble of thunder, counting in his head to get an estimate of how far it’s striking. If it’s out far enough, he might stand in the storm once the water’s tested and hopefully cleared while he’s up on the roof. 

Thunder claps almost 20 seconds later and he grins. “Lightning’s about four miles away. If you’re up for it, we can stand in the rain if it’s not acid.”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

That makes sense, acid rain would suck, both to get it on their skin and to get into the water supply..he bumps playfully back into Jet as they walk into the diner, the two siblings are out with Grace, but he’s hoping they don’t get caught in the weather. The bucket Dog is soon handed is metal. However, and even he knows lightning is drawn to metal. He’s wary, but reflexively follows what to his weirdly put together brain, had sounded like an order more than a general ask. The flash of lightning again and more thunder makes static rise in the air, it’s raising Dogteeth’s arm hairs a little. But to be honest it’s probably because some part of him is having a fear response. ”That sounds pretty fun.”

He replied to Jet, stepping outside to quickly put that bucket in the open just as the first rain drops started to fall. He’s quick to return inside,

[the-jet-star]

Jet’s still putting things on the counter for the testing process. He’s sure there’s probably some tech out there that does it with less items, but he hasn’t had a chance to go out and look for it yet. He’s finally done putting things in order and flops down onto one of the stools, resting his elbows on the counter behind him.

“Thanks for putting that out there,” he says once Dogteeth gets back inside. He faces the window and lets his eyes go blurry as the droplets become a downpour outside. He hopes the others will get back before the flooding and mudslides ensue, otherwise they could be stuck until things dry out.

“I used to love the rain,” his voice is kinda hazy, like he’s not sure if he’s speaking aloud or not. “Fucking war ruined everything.”

There’s a flash of lightning again and Jet blinks to put the world back into focus and turns to look at Dogteeth. “You like the rain?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“Dunno.”

Dogteeth takes a seat beside Jet, leaning over so he can rest his head in his arms on the counter. ”The facility never really let us out in it..and when weather hits the city they tend to pull the shutters on the high rises.” So you can’t watch the rain either, this is the first storm he’s freely been in. But yeah, the war ruined a lot of things for a lot of people . ”was the desert dry like, before the war ?” Dogteeth has heard of pockets of green places, but he’s never seen one fir himself,

[the-jet-star]

Jet hums and mentally kicks himself for asking such a stupid question.

“The desert was. But the whole world wasn’t a desert before this. There were some here and there, but, like, other places were filled with trees and grass, lakes, rivers, ponds, and mountains with snow.” Fuck. He really fucking misses the snow. “The world was fuckin’ beautiful, man.” He gets excited the more he’s talking.

“Waterfalls were the best thing ever. Jumping off a cliff into some water and swimming. Anything to do with water I loved. I wish I hadn’t taken those moments for granted. It’s hard to remember how it felt. But if we get to stand in the rain, it’s a pretty similar feeling.”

“Speaking of which,” Jet stands and grabs a tarp. “I should test the water.” He runs outside and quickly grabs the bucket and runs back in with it. He pours some of it into different containers and starts his testing process.

A few minutes later he grins over at Dogteeth. “The water’s good.” He peels off his shirt and starts working on getting his pants off. “I’m gonna go take the lid off the tank.” He’d rather not walk around in soaked clothes, and peeling them off is the worst once he gets inside. “Wanna come with?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Dogteeth listens, watching Jet test the water. The shapeshifter wondering to himself, if the green place he’s searching for would have a waterfall..maybe he could take Jet with him if he ever found it. But when Jet announces the water is good, Dogteeth puts down the random bolt he’d been spinning on the counter. Watching curiously as Jet strips off the dark layers of desert clothing. Can’t even help the fact that it’s obvious he’s staring the guy up and down, before he’s asked a question. ”I’d love to.” Dog already had taken his jacket off but he’s less concerned about the rest of him getting wet. Following the other killjoy out into the rain and watched him climb up onto the roof.

“Looking pretty good up there! “ He shouts through the downpour, “Like a ninja!” A hot, rain drenched one. The water pooling on the dry earth is not unmissed by Dogteeth though, in some spots it’s started to turn into mud, he looks at the sky, water falling on his face, this one storm was worth all the dry days so far.

[the-jet-star]

Jet grins down at Dog. “Fuck yeah I look good up here.” He climbs the last step on the ladder onto the roof and pauses to turn his face up to the rain.

It feels so cool against his skin and he loves every second of it. He should’ve grabbed that shitty soap they have to actually bathe properly. But he can just do it a little later. He goes back to the task at hand, taking the lid off the tank to let the rainfall go in. It’s heavier than he remembers and he struggles a little to get it off, the muscles of his back and arms flexing as he pushes at it.

“Okay,” he breathes heavily from the slight exertion once he’s done and looks over at Dog. “How are you liking the rain?”

He climbs back down, careful not to slip and jumps off the last step with a grin.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“It’s refreshing.” He talks loud, above the volume of the growing downpour, the urge to switch forms to play a little more carefree in the puddles growing.

But right now he’s looking at Jet again, the water on the man’s skin causing the greenish light of the stormy weather to cause some definition in various area that Dog realises, his eyes are lingering a little too long on. Best just look at the floor, keep your eyes on the floor, he mentally tells himself watching water swirl around his feet, he lifts his head again, eyes on the distant lightning. ”Is it ok if I let the dog out-“ Dogteeth has to ask, feels suddenly switching might ruin the atmosphere they’ve got. But that side of his mind, the canine he shares a brain with, it just wants to have fun too.

[the-jet-star]

Jet notices Dog eyeing him and then looking down at the ground. “Hey, man, if you want me to put some pants on, I can.” He doesn’t want Dog to be uncomfortable. They haven’t known each other that long, and while Jet finds the man attractive, it’s not like him to openly flirt with anyone.

There’s a flash of lightning and thunder claps 30 seconds later. The lightning’s still far away, and Jet’s totally going to take advantage and stay out until he’s shivering. He runs his fingers through his hair and looks over at Dog when he asks the question.

“You don’t have to fucking ask,” Jet laughs. “Fucking go for it.” 

He then starts spinning in circles and laughing. He feels like a kid again, playing in water and not having a care in the world. He’s even in his damn underwear, for fuck’s sake. He stops when he gets dizzy and sways from side to side as the dizziness subsides. He then starts splashing in the puddles.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Oh if only Jet knew the absolute fucking mess they were about to get into, it between the seconds of a lightning strike when everything is bright, that dog shifts. The human replaced by a large black shepherd, who seems far more equipped to deal with the weather than the human side of its brain… Although any sensible thoughts it might have had in there go completely out the window when the urge to roll in the mud builds to a point where he has to simply just flop over onto one side in the nearest large puddle. Snorting and snuffing around as the cool gloopy mess soaks into a double coat and soothes skin which is usually overheated by the desert Sun,

[the-jet-star]

Jet blinks at Dog, who is no longer in human form and can’t help but laugh as he watches the fun he’s having. As the other cakes himself in mud, Jet starts to bound from puddle to puddle before slipping and falling flat on his ass. He slides a little a wiggles around as he tries to get himself upright again. 

“Fuck,” he holds still and settles on just laying in the mud and letting the rain fall around him. He closes his eyes and pretends he’s floating in a river somewhere with a waterfall. As if on cue, the rain starts pouring down harder, and Jet opens his mouth to taste some of the water before spitting it back out in a spray. 

He can hear Dog somewhere rolling around and blinks his eyes open before sitting up to watch him. He’s absolutely drenched in mud and he knows he’s gonna have to help clean that up before the go back inside. But it’s nice to see him having fun. Enjoying the rain is a rare occurrence after all. 

In the distance he can see headlights slowly making their way toward them and he sees the distinguishable Trans Am headed toward them. “Idiots are gonna get fuckin’ stuck.” Jet mumbles as if he wasn’t currently just slipping all over himself. But a car is different. It’ll just dig itself deeper into the ground once it gets stuck and it’ll be nearly impossible to get it out until it dries and they pack some hard debris under the tires.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Overcast, RP @the-jet-star

Weather in the zones always has been unpredictable, the one blue sky clouded over with grey, a low rumble of thunder permeating the air. It makes everything smell metallic, or so that’s what Dogteeth thinks, the young man is sitting just outside of the diner, plopped criss cross apple sauce in the dirt as he watches Jet Star tinker away on a bike. “Should we be worried about that?”

He glances upwards, tilting his head back to look at the sky. It isn’t raining yet but it will be soon. The lost asset has been out in the zones for a few months, part of this diner group only a few weeks after the man in front of him had helped the shape changer get free of a mesh fence, but it hadn’t actually stormed until today.

“It’s not going to start raining acid or fire or anything weird right?”

Like maybe frogs, frogs would be super strange but then there’s a lot of strange things in the zones like the area where the rocks float that one of the others talks about often. ”Jet?”

Please pay attention to him, he knows the radio is loud and while staring at the other guy’s back is rather entertaining when he can see Jet’s shoulder blades move under the slim fit black t-shirt as he works, Dogtooth would prefer they didn’t get struck by lightning if the storm isn’t a good thing.

[the-jet-star]

Jet’s hand get’s caught in a belt and he yelps, pulling it back and shaking it before he flexes his fingers to make sure everything’s working okay. He should know better, does know better, than to fuck with the belts on things with both hands. He did this a lot when he first started learning to fix things up. He guesses he’s just distracted today. 

“Jet?” He vaguely hears over the radio. He reaches over and turns the music down before turning to face Dogteeth. 

“Hmm? What’s that?” He grabs a rag and wipes his hands of the excess grease before throwing the rag onto one of the handlebars on the bike and walks over to the shapeshifter. His brain finally catches up to the other things the other man said and looks up to the sky. 

“Oh. Shit. Yeah. We shouldn’t be caught out here when that starts.” Jet realizes then that the temperature dropped, his skin now covered in goosebumps as his sweat begins to dry with the wind that’s picked up. 

He grabs the front of his shirt and pulls it up to wipe his face and pulls it back down with a sigh. “Lemme just get this shit covered back up and we’ll get inside, yeah?”

He walks back over to the bike and starts putting things back together before putting the engine cover back on so it doesn’t get fucked with the rain. He knows damn well they’ll be fucked if the bike becomes totally out of commission.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“I’m guessing storms aren’t common?” Some part of Dogteeth wants to stand out in it, let the rain- if it’s just normal rain, wash the dust of the desert off his skin. But storms aren’t to be taken lightly, especially not out here, where the sun baked earth likely has issues trying to soak up the water fast enough.

The diner seems to be situated on a rise however, they shouldn’t flood here right ? He gets to his feet once Jet has the bike back together, a fleeting moment of concern because the guy had caught his hand earlier but he’d seemed ok. Dogteeth wouldn’t know the first thing about helping with that anyway, BLi back at the labs had a spray that would cover injuries and Jet had his own methods. Dogteeth slinks towards the diners door, lingering there as he waits for Jet, hands in his pockets, amber-brown eyes watching the horizon as a streak of lightning darts across it, followed by another rumble. ”If it’s normal rain it’ll store in the tank?? “ The one on the roof, Dogteeth aware he is asking an awful lot of questions in quick succession of each other but he’s still adapting to life out here, as it’s harder to cope in human form than as a dog and well, he can’t stay as a dog all the time…

[the-jet-star]

“Not really, no,” Jet takes another look at the sky as he walks over to the door. The clouds look normal enough but they’ve been deceived in the past and ruined their water supply with acid rain once. Since then Jet’s learned to check the water before someone goes up to take the lid off the tank. “I need to test the water before we collect it. Make sure it’s not acid, y’know?”

He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly through his nose as he takes the final steps to through the threshold of the diner, lightly bumping shoulders with the other man and smiles. He likes the questions and random chatter between them because it makes him feel useful, knowledgeable. Jet often forgets just how integral to the team he can be and instead focuses on his own shortfalls. “I’ll go up and open up the tank if the water’s any good.”

He moves to the storage room of the diner and begins collecting everything he needs to test the water. “Mind putting this bucket outside?” He holds out a rusty pail without a handle to Dogteeth. Not the best thing for rain collection, but it’s what they have for now. And from what Jet has been able to tell so far, the rust doesn’t affect his testing process.

He sees another flash of lightning through the window and waits for the rumble of thunder, counting in his head to get an estimate of how far it’s striking. If it’s out far enough, he might stand in the storm once the water’s tested and hopefully cleared while he’s up on the roof. 

Thunder claps almost 20 seconds later and he grins. “Lightning’s about four miles away. If you’re up for it, we can stand in the rain if it’s not acid.”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

That makes sense, acid rain would suck, both to get it on their skin and to get into the water supply..he bumps playfully back into Jet as they walk into the diner, the two siblings are out with Grace, but he’s hoping they don’t get caught in the weather. The bucket Dog is soon handed is metal. However, and even he knows lightning is drawn to metal. He’s wary, but reflexively follows what to his weirdly put together brain, had sounded like an order more than a general ask. The flash of lightning again and more thunder makes static rise in the air, it’s raising Dogteeth’s arm hairs a little. But to be honest it’s probably because some part of him is having a fear response. ”That sounds pretty fun.”

He replied to Jet, stepping outside to quickly put that bucket in the open just as the first rain drops started to fall. He’s quick to return inside,

[the-jet-star]

Jet’s still putting things on the counter for the testing process. He’s sure there’s probably some tech out there that does it with less items, but he hasn’t had a chance to go out and look for it yet. He’s finally done putting things in order and flops down onto one of the stools, resting his elbows on the counter behind him.

“Thanks for putting that out there,” he says once Dogteeth gets back inside. He faces the window and lets his eyes go blurry as the droplets become a downpour outside. He hopes the others will get back before the flooding and mudslides ensue, otherwise they could be stuck until things dry out.

“I used to love the rain,” his voice is kinda hazy, like he’s not sure if he’s speaking aloud or not. “Fucking war ruined everything.”

There’s a flash of lightning again and Jet blinks to put the world back into focus and turns to look at Dogteeth. “You like the rain?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“Dunno.”

Dogteeth takes a seat beside Jet, leaning over so he can rest his head in his arms on the counter. ”The facility never really let us out in it..and when weather hits the city they tend to pull the shutters on the high rises.” So you can’t watch the rain either, this is the first storm he’s freely been in. But yeah, the war ruined a lot of things for a lot of people . ”was the desert dry like, before the war ?” Dogteeth has heard of pockets of green places, but he’s never seen one fir himself,

[the-jet-star]

Jet hums and mentally kicks himself for asking such a stupid question.

“The desert was. But the whole world wasn’t a desert before this. There were some here and there, but, like, other places were filled with trees and grass, lakes, rivers, ponds, and mountains with snow.” Fuck. He really fucking misses the snow. “The world was fuckin’ beautiful, man.” He gets excited the more he’s talking.

“Waterfalls were the best thing ever. Jumping off a cliff into some water and swimming. Anything to do with water I loved. I wish I hadn’t taken those moments for granted. It’s hard to remember how it felt. But if we get to stand in the rain, it’s a pretty similar feeling.”

“Speaking of which,” Jet stands and grabs a tarp. “I should test the water.” He runs outside and quickly grabs the bucket and runs back in with it. He pours some of it into different containers and starts his testing process.

A few minutes later he grins over at Dogteeth. “The water’s good.” He peels off his shirt and starts working on getting his pants off. “I’m gonna go take the lid off the tank.” He’d rather not walk around in soaked clothes, and peeling them off is the worst once he gets inside. “Wanna come with?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Dogteeth listens, watching Jet test the water. The shapeshifter wondering to himself, if the green place he’s searching for would have a waterfall..maybe he could take Jet with him if he ever found it. But when Jet announces the water is good, Dogteeth puts down the random bolt he’d been spinning on the counter. Watching curiously as Jet strips off the dark layers of desert clothing. Can’t even help the fact that it’s obvious he’s staring the guy up and down, before he’s asked a question. ”I’d love to.” Dog already had taken his jacket off but he’s less concerned about the rest of him getting wet. Following the other killjoy out into the rain and watched him climb up onto the roof.

“Looking pretty good up there! “ He shouts through the downpour, “Like a ninja!” A hot, rain drenched one. The water pooling on the dry earth is not unmissed by Dogteeth though, in some spots it’s started to turn into mud, he looks at the sky, water falling on his face, this one storm was worth all the dry days so far.

[the-jet-star]

Jet grins down at Dog. “Fuck yeah I look good up here.” He climbs the last step on the ladder onto the roof and pauses to turn his face up to the rain.

It feels so cool against his skin and he loves every second of it. He should’ve grabbed that shitty soap they have to actually bathe properly. But he can just do it a little later. He goes back to the task at hand, taking the lid off the tank to let the rainfall go in. It’s heavier than he remembers and he struggles a little to get it off, the muscles of his back and arms flexing as he pushes at it.

“Okay,” he breathes heavily from the slight exertion once he’s done and looks over at Dog. “How are you liking the rain?”

He climbs back down, careful not to slip and jumps off the last step with a grin.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“It’s refreshing.” He talks loud, above the volume of the growing downpour, the urge to switch forms to play a little more carefree in the puddles growing.

But right now he’s looking at Jet again, the water on the man’s skin causing the greenish light of the stormy weather to cause some definition in various area that Dog realises, his eyes are lingering a little too long on. Best just look at the floor, keep your eyes on the floor, he mentally tells himself watching water swirl around his feet, he lifts his head again, eyes on the distant lightning. ”Is it ok if I let the dog out-“ Dogteeth has to ask, feels suddenly switching might ruin the atmosphere they’ve got. But that side of his mind, the canine he shares a brain with, it just wants to have fun too.

[the-jet-star]

Jet notices Dog eyeing him and then looking down at the ground. “Hey, man, if you want me to put some pants on, I can.” He doesn’t want Dog to be uncomfortable. They haven’t known each other that long, and while Jet finds the man attractive, it’s not like him to openly flirt with anyone.

There’s a flash of lightning and thunder claps 30 seconds later. The lightning’s still far away, and Jet’s totally going to take advantage and stay out until he’s shivering. He runs his fingers through his hair and looks over at Dog when he asks the question.

“You don’t have to fucking ask,” Jet laughs. “Fucking go for it.” 

He then starts spinning in circles and laughing. He feels like a kid again, playing in water and not having a care in the world. He’s even in his damn underwear, for fuck’s sake. He stops when he gets dizzy and sways from side to side as the dizziness subsides. He then starts splashing in the puddles.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Overcast, RP @the-jet-star

Weather in the zones always has been unpredictable, the one blue sky clouded over with grey, a low rumble of thunder permeating the air. It makes everything smell metallic, or so that’s what Dogteeth thinks, the young man is sitting just outside of the diner, plopped criss cross apple sauce in the dirt as he watches Jet Star tinker away on a bike. “Should we be worried about that?”

He glances upwards, tilting his head back to look at the sky. It isn’t raining yet but it will be soon. The lost asset has been out in the zones for a few months, part of this diner group only a few weeks after the man in front of him had helped the shape changer get free of a mesh fence, but it hadn’t actually stormed until today.

“It’s not going to start raining acid or fire or anything weird right?”

Like maybe frogs, frogs would be super strange but then there’s a lot of strange things in the zones like the area where the rocks float that one of the others talks about often. ”Jet?”

Please pay attention to him, he knows the radio is loud and while staring at the other guy’s back is rather entertaining when he can see Jet’s shoulder blades move under the slim fit black t-shirt as he works, Dogtooth would prefer they didn’t get struck by lightning if the storm isn’t a good thing.

[the-jet-star]

Jet’s hand get’s caught in a belt and he yelps, pulling it back and shaking it before he flexes his fingers to make sure everything’s working okay. He should know better, does know better, than to fuck with the belts on things with both hands. He did this a lot when he first started learning to fix things up. He guesses he’s just distracted today. 

“Jet?” He vaguely hears over the radio. He reaches over and turns the music down before turning to face Dogteeth. 

“Hmm? What’s that?” He grabs a rag and wipes his hands of the excess grease before throwing the rag onto one of the handlebars on the bike and walks over to the shapeshifter. His brain finally catches up to the other things the other man said and looks up to the sky. 

“Oh. Shit. Yeah. We shouldn’t be caught out here when that starts.” Jet realizes then that the temperature dropped, his skin now covered in goosebumps as his sweat begins to dry with the wind that’s picked up. 

He grabs the front of his shirt and pulls it up to wipe his face and pulls it back down with a sigh. “Lemme just get this shit covered back up and we’ll get inside, yeah?”

He walks back over to the bike and starts putting things back together before putting the engine cover back on so it doesn’t get fucked with the rain. He knows damn well they’ll be fucked if the bike becomes totally out of commission.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“I’m guessing storms aren’t common?” Some part of Dogteeth wants to stand out in it, let the rain- if it’s just normal rain, wash the dust of the desert off his skin. But storms aren’t to be taken lightly, especially not out here, where the sun baked earth likely has issues trying to soak up the water fast enough.

The diner seems to be situated on a rise however, they shouldn’t flood here right ? He gets to his feet once Jet has the bike back together, a fleeting moment of concern because the guy had caught his hand earlier but he’d seemed ok. Dogteeth wouldn’t know the first thing about helping with that anyway, BLi back at the labs had a spray that would cover injuries and Jet had his own methods. Dogteeth slinks towards the diners door, lingering there as he waits for Jet, hands in his pockets, amber-brown eyes watching the horizon as a streak of lightning darts across it, followed by another rumble. ”If it’s normal rain it’ll store in the tank?? “ The one on the roof, Dogteeth aware he is asking an awful lot of questions in quick succession of each other but he’s still adapting to life out here, as it’s harder to cope in human form than as a dog and well, he can’t stay as a dog all the time…

[the-jet-star]

“Not really, no,” Jet takes another look at the sky as he walks over to the door. The clouds look normal enough but they’ve been deceived in the past and ruined their water supply with acid rain once. Since then Jet’s learned to check the water before someone goes up to take the lid off the tank. “I need to test the water before we collect it. Make sure it’s not acid, y’know?”

He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly through his nose as he takes the final steps to through the threshold of the diner, lightly bumping shoulders with the other man and smiles. He likes the questions and random chatter between them because it makes him feel useful, knowledgeable. Jet often forgets just how integral to the team he can be and instead focuses on his own shortfalls. “I’ll go up and open up the tank if the water’s any good.”

He moves to the storage room of the diner and begins collecting everything he needs to test the water. “Mind putting this bucket outside?” He holds out a rusty pail without a handle to Dogteeth. Not the best thing for rain collection, but it’s what they have for now. And from what Jet has been able to tell so far, the rust doesn’t affect his testing process.

He sees another flash of lightning through the window and waits for the rumble of thunder, counting in his head to get an estimate of how far it’s striking. If it’s out far enough, he might stand in the storm once the water’s tested and hopefully cleared while he’s up on the roof. 

Thunder claps almost 20 seconds later and he grins. “Lightning’s about four miles away. If you’re up for it, we can stand in the rain if it’s not acid.”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

That makes sense, acid rain would suck, both to get it on their skin and to get into the water supply..he bumps playfully back into Jet as they walk into the diner, the two siblings are out with Grace, but he’s hoping they don’t get caught in the weather. The bucket Dog is soon handed is metal. However, and even he knows lightning is drawn to metal. He’s wary, but reflexively follows what to his weirdly put together brain, had sounded like an order more than a general ask. The flash of lightning again and more thunder makes static rise in the air, it’s raising Dogteeth’s arm hairs a little. But to be honest it’s probably because some part of him is having a fear response. ”That sounds pretty fun.”

He replied to Jet, stepping outside to quickly put that bucket in the open just as the first rain drops started to fall. He’s quick to return inside,

[the-jet-star]

Jet’s still putting things on the counter for the testing process. He’s sure there’s probably some tech out there that does it with less items, but he hasn’t had a chance to go out and look for it yet. He’s finally done putting things in order and flops down onto one of the stools, resting his elbows on the counter behind him.

“Thanks for putting that out there,” he says once Dogteeth gets back inside. He faces the window and lets his eyes go blurry as the droplets become a downpour outside. He hopes the others will get back before the flooding and mudslides ensue, otherwise they could be stuck until things dry out.

“I used to love the rain,” his voice is kinda hazy, like he’s not sure if he’s speaking aloud or not. “Fucking war ruined everything.”

There’s a flash of lightning again and Jet blinks to put the world back into focus and turns to look at Dogteeth. “You like the rain?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“Dunno.”

Dogteeth takes a seat beside Jet, leaning over so he can rest his head in his arms on the counter. ”The facility never really let us out in it..and when weather hits the city they tend to pull the shutters on the high rises.” So you can’t watch the rain either, this is the first storm he’s freely been in. But yeah, the war ruined a lot of things for a lot of people . ”was the desert dry like, before the war ?” Dogteeth has heard of pockets of green places, but he’s never seen one fir himself,

[the-jet-star]

Jet hums and mentally kicks himself for asking such a stupid question.

“The desert was. But the whole world wasn’t a desert before this. There were some here and there, but, like, other places were filled with trees and grass, lakes, rivers, ponds, and mountains with snow.” Fuck. He really fucking misses the snow. “The world was fuckin’ beautiful, man.” He gets excited the more he’s talking.

“Waterfalls were the best thing ever. Jumping off a cliff into some water and swimming. Anything to do with water I loved. I wish I hadn’t taken those moments for granted. It’s hard to remember how it felt. But if we get to stand in the rain, it’s a pretty similar feeling.”

“Speaking of which,” Jet stands and grabs a tarp. “I should test the water.” He runs outside and quickly grabs the bucket and runs back in with it. He pours some of it into different containers and starts his testing process.

A few minutes later he grins over at Dogteeth. “The water’s good.” He peels off his shirt and starts working on getting his pants off. “I’m gonna go take the lid off the tank.” He’d rather not walk around in soaked clothes, and peeling them off is the worst once he gets inside. “Wanna come with?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Dogteeth listens, watching Jet test the water. The shapeshifter wondering to himself, if the green place he’s searching for would have a waterfall..maybe he could take Jet with him if he ever found it. But when Jet announces the water is good, Dogteeth puts down the random bolt he’d been spinning on the counter. Watching curiously as Jet strips off the dark layers of desert clothing. Can’t even help the fact that it’s obvious he’s staring the guy up and down, before he’s asked a question. ”I’d love to.” Dog already had taken his jacket off but he’s less concerned about the rest of him getting wet. Following the other killjoy out into the rain and watched him climb up onto the roof.

“Looking pretty good up there! “ He shouts through the downpour, “Like a ninja!” A hot, rain drenched one. The water pooling on the dry earth is not unmissed by Dogteeth though, in some spots it’s started to turn into mud, he looks at the sky, water falling on his face, this one storm was worth all the dry days so far.

[the-jet-star]

Jet grins down at Dog. “Fuck yeah I look good up here.” He climbs the last step on the ladder onto the roof and pauses to turn his face up to the rain.

It feels so cool against his skin and he loves every second of it. He should’ve grabbed that shitty soap they have to actually bathe properly. But he can just do it a little later. He goes back to the task at hand, taking the lid off the tank to let the rainfall go in. It’s heavier than he remembers and he struggles a little to get it off, the muscles of his back and arms flexing as he pushes at it.

“Okay,” he breathes heavily from the slight exertion once he’s done and looks over at Dog. “How are you liking the rain?”

He climbs back down, careful not to slip and jumps off the last step with a grin.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Overcast, RP @the-jet-star

Weather in the zones always has been unpredictable, the one blue sky clouded over with grey, a low rumble of thunder permeating the air. It makes everything smell metallic, or so that’s what Dogteeth thinks, the young man is sitting just outside of the diner, plopped criss cross apple sauce in the dirt as he watches Jet Star tinker away on a bike. “Should we be worried about that?”

He glances upwards, tilting his head back to look at the sky. It isn’t raining yet but it will be soon. The lost asset has been out in the zones for a few months, part of this diner group only a few weeks after the man in front of him had helped the shape changer get free of a mesh fence, but it hadn’t actually stormed until today.

“It’s not going to start raining acid or fire or anything weird right?”

Like maybe frogs, frogs would be super strange but then there’s a lot of strange things in the zones like the area where the rocks float that one of the others talks about often. ”Jet?”

Please pay attention to him, he knows the radio is loud and while staring at the other guy’s back is rather entertaining when he can see Jet’s shoulder blades move under the slim fit black t-shirt as he works, Dogtooth would prefer they didn’t get struck by lightning if the storm isn’t a good thing.

[the-jet-star]

Jet’s hand get’s caught in a belt and he yelps, pulling it back and shaking it before he flexes his fingers to make sure everything’s working okay. He should know better, does know better, than to fuck with the belts on things with both hands. He did this a lot when he first started learning to fix things up. He guesses he’s just distracted today. 

“Jet?” He vaguely hears over the radio. He reaches over and turns the music down before turning to face Dogteeth. 

“Hmm? What’s that?” He grabs a rag and wipes his hands of the excess grease before throwing the rag onto one of the handlebars on the bike and walks over to the shapeshifter. His brain finally catches up to the other things the other man said and looks up to the sky. 

“Oh. Shit. Yeah. We shouldn’t be caught out here when that starts.” Jet realizes then that the temperature dropped, his skin now covered in goosebumps as his sweat begins to dry with the wind that’s picked up. 

He grabs the front of his shirt and pulls it up to wipe his face and pulls it back down with a sigh. “Lemme just get this shit covered back up and we’ll get inside, yeah?”

He walks back over to the bike and starts putting things back together before putting the engine cover back on so it doesn’t get fucked with the rain. He knows damn well they’ll be fucked if the bike becomes totally out of commission.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“I’m guessing storms aren’t common?” Some part of Dogteeth wants to stand out in it, let the rain- if it’s just normal rain, wash the dust of the desert off his skin. But storms aren’t to be taken lightly, especially not out here, where the sun baked earth likely has issues trying to soak up the water fast enough.

The diner seems to be situated on a rise however, they shouldn’t flood here right ? He gets to his feet once Jet has the bike back together, a fleeting moment of concern because the guy had caught his hand earlier but he’d seemed ok. Dogteeth wouldn’t know the first thing about helping with that anyway, BLi back at the labs had a spray that would cover injuries and Jet had his own methods. Dogteeth slinks towards the diners door, lingering there as he waits for Jet, hands in his pockets, amber-brown eyes watching the horizon as a streak of lightning darts across it, followed by another rumble. ”If it’s normal rain it’ll store in the tank?? “ The one on the roof, Dogteeth aware he is asking an awful lot of questions in quick succession of each other but he’s still adapting to life out here, as it’s harder to cope in human form than as a dog and well, he can’t stay as a dog all the time…

[the-jet-star]

“Not really, no,” Jet takes another look at the sky as he walks over to the door. The clouds look normal enough but they’ve been deceived in the past and ruined their water supply with acid rain once. Since then Jet’s learned to check the water before someone goes up to take the lid off the tank. “I need to test the water before we collect it. Make sure it’s not acid, y’know?”

He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly through his nose as he takes the final steps to through the threshold of the diner, lightly bumping shoulders with the other man and smiles. He likes the questions and random chatter between them because it makes him feel useful, knowledgeable. Jet often forgets just how integral to the team he can be and instead focuses on his own shortfalls. “I’ll go up and open up the tank if the water’s any good.”

He moves to the storage room of the diner and begins collecting everything he needs to test the water. “Mind putting this bucket outside?” He holds out a rusty pail without a handle to Dogteeth. Not the best thing for rain collection, but it’s what they have for now. And from what Jet has been able to tell so far, the rust doesn’t affect his testing process.

He sees another flash of lightning through the window and waits for the rumble of thunder, counting in his head to get an estimate of how far it’s striking. If it’s out far enough, he might stand in the storm once the water’s tested and hopefully cleared while he’s up on the roof. 

Thunder claps almost 20 seconds later and he grins. “Lightning’s about four miles away. If you’re up for it, we can stand in the rain if it’s not acid.”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

That makes sense, acid rain would suck, both to get it on their skin and to get into the water supply..he bumps playfully back into Jet as they walk into the diner, the two siblings are out with Grace, but he’s hoping they don’t get caught in the weather. The bucket Dog is soon handed is metal. However, and even he knows lightning is drawn to metal. He’s wary, but reflexively follows what to his weirdly put together brain, had sounded like an order more than a general ask. The flash of lightning again and more thunder makes static rise in the air, it’s raising Dogteeth’s arm hairs a little. But to be honest it’s probably because some part of him is having a fear response. ”That sounds pretty fun.”

He replied to Jet, stepping outside to quickly put that bucket in the open just as the first rain drops started to fall. He’s quick to return inside,

[the-jet-star]

Jet’s still putting things on the counter for the testing process. He’s sure there’s probably some tech out there that does it with less items, but he hasn’t had a chance to go out and look for it yet. He’s finally done putting things in order and flops down onto one of the stools, resting his elbows on the counter behind him.

“Thanks for putting that out there,” he says once Dogteeth gets back inside. He faces the window and lets his eyes go blurry as the droplets become a downpour outside. He hopes the others will get back before the flooding and mudslides ensue, otherwise they could be stuck until things dry out.

“I used to love the rain,” his voice is kinda hazy, like he’s not sure if he’s speaking aloud or not. “Fucking war ruined everything.”

There’s a flash of lightning again and Jet blinks to put the world back into focus and turns to look at Dogteeth. “You like the rain?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“Dunno.”

Dogteeth takes a seat beside Jet, leaning over so he can rest his head in his arms on the counter. ”The facility never really let us out in it..and when weather hits the city they tend to pull the shutters on the high rises.” So you can’t watch the rain either, this is the first storm he’s freely been in. But yeah, the war ruined a lot of things for a lot of people . ”was the desert dry like, before the war ?” Dogteeth has heard of pockets of green places, but he’s never seen one fir himself,

[the-jet-star]

Jet hums and mentally kicks himself for asking such a stupid question.

“The desert was. But the whole world wasn’t a desert before this. There were some here and there, but, like, other places were filled with trees and grass, lakes, rivers, ponds, and mountains with snow.” Fuck. He really fucking misses the snow. “The world was fuckin’ beautiful, man.” He gets excited the more he’s talking.

“Waterfalls were the best thing ever. Jumping off a cliff into some water and swimming. Anything to do with water I loved. I wish I hadn’t taken those moments for granted. It’s hard to remember how it felt. But if we get to stand in the rain, it’s a pretty similar feeling.”

“Speaking of which,” Jet stands and grabs a tarp. “I should test the water.” He runs outside and quickly grabs the bucket and runs back in with it. He pours some of it into different containers and starts his testing process.

A few minutes later he grins over at Dogteeth. “The water’s good.” He peels off his shirt and starts working on getting his pants off. “I’m gonna go take the lid off the tank.” He’d rather not walk around in soaked clothes, and peeling them off is the worst once he gets inside. “Wanna come with?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Overcast, RP @the-jet-star

Weather in the zones always has been unpredictable, the one blue sky clouded over with grey, a low rumble of thunder permeating the air. It makes everything smell metallic, or so that’s what Dogteeth thinks, the young man is sitting just outside of the diner, plopped criss cross apple sauce in the dirt as he watches Jet Star tinker away on a bike. “Should we be worried about that?”

He glances upwards, tilting his head back to look at the sky. It isn’t raining yet but it will be soon. The lost asset has been out in the zones for a few months, part of this diner group only a few weeks after the man in front of him had helped the shape changer get free of a mesh fence, but it hadn’t actually stormed until today.

“It’s not going to start raining acid or fire or anything weird right?”

Like maybe frogs, frogs would be super strange but then there’s a lot of strange things in the zones like the area where the rocks float that one of the others talks about often. ”Jet?”

Please pay attention to him, he knows the radio is loud and while staring at the other guy’s back is rather entertaining when he can see Jet’s shoulder blades move under the slim fit black t-shirt as he works, Dogtooth would prefer they didn’t get struck by lightning if the storm isn’t a good thing.

[the-jet-star]

Jet’s hand get’s caught in a belt and he yelps, pulling it back and shaking it before he flexes his fingers to make sure everything’s working okay. He should know better, does know better, than to fuck with the belts on things with both hands. He did this a lot when he first started learning to fix things up. He guesses he’s just distracted today. 

“Jet?” He vaguely hears over the radio. He reaches over and turns the music down before turning to face Dogteeth. 

“Hmm? What’s that?” He grabs a rag and wipes his hands of the excess grease before throwing the rag onto one of the handlebars on the bike and walks over to the shapeshifter. His brain finally catches up to the other things the other man said and looks up to the sky. 

“Oh. Shit. Yeah. We shouldn’t be caught out here when that starts.” Jet realizes then that the temperature dropped, his skin now covered in goosebumps as his sweat begins to dry with the wind that’s picked up. 

He grabs the front of his shirt and pulls it up to wipe his face and pulls it back down with a sigh. “Lemme just get this shit covered back up and we’ll get inside, yeah?”

He walks back over to the bike and starts putting things back together before putting the engine cover back on so it doesn’t get fucked with the rain. He knows damn well they’ll be fucked if the bike becomes totally out of commission.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“I’m guessing storms aren’t common?” Some part of Dogteeth wants to stand out in it, let the rain- if it’s just normal rain, wash the dust of the desert off his skin. But storms aren’t to be taken lightly, especially not out here, where the sun baked earth likely has issues trying to soak up the water fast enough.

The diner seems to be situated on a rise however, they shouldn’t flood here right ? He gets to his feet once Jet has the bike back together, a fleeting moment of concern because the guy had caught his hand earlier but he’d seemed ok. Dogteeth wouldn’t know the first thing about helping with that anyway, BLi back at the labs had a spray that would cover injuries and Jet had his own methods. Dogteeth slinks towards the diners door, lingering there as he waits for Jet, hands in his pockets, amber-brown eyes watching the horizon as a streak of lightning darts across it, followed by another rumble. ”If it’s normal rain it’ll store in the tank?? “ The one on the roof, Dogteeth aware he is asking an awful lot of questions in quick succession of each other but he’s still adapting to life out here, as it’s harder to cope in human form than as a dog and well, he can’t stay as a dog all the time…

[the-jet-star]

“Not really, no,” Jet takes another look at the sky as he walks over to the door. The clouds look normal enough but they’ve been deceived in the past and ruined their water supply with acid rain once. Since then Jet’s learned to check the water before someone goes up to take the lid off the tank. “I need to test the water before we collect it. Make sure it’s not acid, y’know?”

He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly through his nose as he takes the final steps to through the threshold of the diner, lightly bumping shoulders with the other man and smiles. He likes the questions and random chatter between them because it makes him feel useful, knowledgeable. Jet often forgets just how integral to the team he can be and instead focuses on his own shortfalls. “I’ll go up and open up the tank if the water’s any good.”

He moves to the storage room of the diner and begins collecting everything he needs to test the water. “Mind putting this bucket outside?” He holds out a rusty pail without a handle to Dogteeth. Not the best thing for rain collection, but it’s what they have for now. And from what Jet has been able to tell so far, the rust doesn’t affect his testing process.

He sees another flash of lightning through the window and waits for the rumble of thunder, counting in his head to get an estimate of how far it’s striking. If it’s out far enough, he might stand in the storm once the water’s tested and hopefully cleared while he’s up on the roof. 

Thunder claps almost 20 seconds later and he grins. “Lightning’s about four miles away. If you’re up for it, we can stand in the rain if it’s not acid.”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

That makes sense, acid rain would suck, both to get it on their skin and to get into the water supply..he bumps playfully back into Jet as they walk into the diner, the two siblings are out with Grace, but he’s hoping they don’t get caught in the weather. The bucket Dog is soon handed is metal. However, and even he knows lightning is drawn to metal. He’s wary, but reflexively follows what to his weirdly put together brain, had sounded like an order more than a general ask. The flash of lightning again and more thunder makes static rise in the air, it’s raising Dogteeth’s arm hairs a little. But to be honest it’s probably because some part of him is having a fear response. ”That sounds pretty fun.”

He replied to Jet, stepping outside to quickly put that bucket in the open just as the first rain drops started to fall. He’s quick to return inside,

[the-jet-star]

Jet’s still putting things on the counter for the testing process. He’s sure there’s probably some tech out there that does it with less items, but he hasn’t had a chance to go out and look for it yet. He’s finally done putting things in order and flops down onto one of the stools, resting his elbows on the counter behind him.

“Thanks for putting that out there,” he says once Dogteeth gets back inside. He faces the window and lets his eyes go blurry as the droplets become a downpour outside. He hopes the others will get back before the flooding and mudslides ensue, otherwise they could be stuck until things dry out.

“I used to love the rain,” his voice is kinda hazy, like he’s not sure if he’s speaking aloud or not. “Fucking war ruined everything.”

There’s a flash of lightning again and Jet blinks to put the world back into focus and turns to look at Dogteeth. “You like the rain?”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Overcast, RP @the-jet-star

Weather in the zones always has been unpredictable, the one blue sky clouded over with grey, a low rumble of thunder permeating the air. It makes everything smell metallic, or so that’s what Dogteeth thinks, the young man is sitting just outside of the diner, plopped criss cross apple sauce in the dirt as he watches Jet Star tinker away on a bike. “Should we be worried about that?”

He glances upwards, tilting his head back to look at the sky. It isn’t raining yet but it will be soon. The lost asset has been out in the zones for a few months, part of this diner group only a few weeks after the man in front of him had helped the shape changer get free of a mesh fence, but it hadn’t actually stormed until today.

“It’s not going to start raining acid or fire or anything weird right?”

Like maybe frogs, frogs would be super strange but then there’s a lot of strange things in the zones like the area where the rocks float that one of the others talks about often. ”Jet?”

Please pay attention to him, he knows the radio is loud and while staring at the other guy’s back is rather entertaining when he can see Jet’s shoulder blades move under the slim fit black t-shirt as he works, Dogtooth would prefer they didn’t get struck by lightning if the storm isn’t a good thing.

[the-jet-star]

Jet’s hand get’s caught in a belt and he yelps, pulling it back and shaking it before he flexes his fingers to make sure everything’s working okay. He should know better, does know better, than to fuck with the belts on things with both hands. He did this a lot when he first started learning to fix things up. He guesses he’s just distracted today. 

“Jet?” He vaguely hears over the radio. He reaches over and turns the music down before turning to face Dogteeth. 

“Hmm? What’s that?” He grabs a rag and wipes his hands of the excess grease before throwing the rag onto one of the handlebars on the bike and walks over to the shapeshifter. His brain finally catches up to the other things the other man said and looks up to the sky. 

“Oh. Shit. Yeah. We shouldn’t be caught out here when that starts.” Jet realizes then that the temperature dropped, his skin now covered in goosebumps as his sweat begins to dry with the wind that’s picked up. 

He grabs the front of his shirt and pulls it up to wipe his face and pulls it back down with a sigh. “Lemme just get this shit covered back up and we’ll get inside, yeah?”

He walks back over to the bike and starts putting things back together before putting the engine cover back on so it doesn’t get fucked with the rain. He knows damn well they’ll be fucked if the bike becomes totally out of commission.

[x-dog-teeth-x]

“I’m guessing storms aren’t common?” Some part of Dogteeth wants to stand out in it, let the rain- if it’s just normal rain, wash the dust of the desert off his skin. But storms aren’t to be taken lightly, especially not out here, where the sun baked earth likely has issues trying to soak up the water fast enough.

The diner seems to be situated on a rise however, they shouldn’t flood here right ? He gets to his feet once Jet has the bike back together, a fleeting moment of concern because the guy had caught his hand earlier but he’d seemed ok. Dogteeth wouldn’t know the first thing about helping with that anyway, BLi back at the labs had a spray that would cover injuries and Jet had his own methods. Dogteeth slinks towards the diners door, lingering there as he waits for Jet, hands in his pockets, amber-brown eyes watching the horizon as a streak of lightning darts across it, followed by another rumble. ”If it’s normal rain it’ll store in the tank?? “ The one on the roof, Dogteeth aware he is asking an awful lot of questions in quick succession of each other but he’s still adapting to life out here, as it’s harder to cope in human form than as a dog and well, he can’t stay as a dog all the time…

[the-jet-star]

“Not really, no,” Jet takes another look at the sky as he walks over to the door. The clouds look normal enough but they’ve been deceived in the past and ruined their water supply with acid rain once. Since then Jet’s learned to check the water before someone goes up to take the lid off the tank. “I need to test the water before we collect it. Make sure it’s not acid, y’know?”

He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly through his nose as he takes the final steps to through the threshold of the diner, lightly bumping shoulders with the other man and smiles. He likes the questions and random chatter between them because it makes him feel useful, knowledgeable. Jet often forgets just how integral to the team he can be and instead focuses on his own shortfalls. “I’ll go up and open up the tank if the water’s any good.”

He moves to the storage room of the diner and begins collecting everything he needs to test the water. “Mind putting this bucket outside?” He holds out a rusty pail without a handle to Dogteeth. Not the best thing for rain collection, but it’s what they have for now. And from what Jet has been able to tell so far, the rust doesn’t affect his testing process.

He sees another flash of lightning through the window and waits for the rumble of thunder, counting in his head to get an estimate of how far it’s striking. If it’s out far enough, he might stand in the storm once the water’s tested and hopefully cleared while he’s up on the roof. 

Thunder claps almost 20 seconds later and he grins. “Lightning’s about four miles away. If you’re up for it, we can stand in the rain if it’s not acid.”

[x-dog-teeth-x]

Overcast, RP @the-jet-star

Weather in the zones always has been unpredictable, the one blue sky clouded over with grey, a low rumble of thunder permeating the air. It makes everything smell metallic, or so that’s what Dogteeth thinks, the young man is sitting just outside of the diner, plopped criss cross apple sauce in the dirt as he watches Jet Star tinker away on a bike. “Should we be worried about that?”

He glances upwards, tilting his head back to look at the sky. It isn’t raining yet but it will be soon. The lost asset has been out in the zones for a few months, part of this diner group only a few weeks after the man in front of him had helped the shape changer get free of a mesh fence, but it hadn’t actually stormed until today.

“It’s not going to start raining acid or fire or anything weird right?”

Like maybe frogs, frogs would be super strange but then there’s a lot of strange things in the zones like the area where the rocks float that one of the others talks about often. ”Jet?”

Please pay attention to him, he knows the radio is loud and while staring at the other guy’s back is rather entertaining when he can see Jet’s shoulder blades move under the slim fit black t-shirt as he works, Dogtooth would prefer they didn’t get struck by lightning if the storm isn’t a good thing.

[the-jet-star]

Jet’s hand get’s caught in a belt and he yelps, pulling it back and shaking it before he flexes his fingers to make sure everything’s working okay. He should know better, does know better, than to fuck with the belts on things with both hands. He did this a lot when he first started learning to fix things up. He guesses he’s just distracted today. 

“Jet?” He vaguely hears over the radio. He reaches over and turns the music down before turning to face Dogteeth. 

“Hmm? What’s that?” He grabs a rag and wipes his hands of the excess grease before throwing the rag onto one of the handlebars on the bike and walks over to the shapeshifter. His brain finally catches up to the other things the other man said and looks up to the sky. 

“Oh. Shit. Yeah. We shouldn’t be caught out here when that starts.” Jet realizes then that the temperature dropped, his skin now covered in goosebumps as his sweat begins to dry with the wind that’s picked up. 

He grabs the front of his shirt and pulls it up to wipe his face and pulls it back down with a sigh. “Lemme just get this shit covered back up and we’ll get inside, yeah?”

He walks back over to the bike and starts putting things back together before putting the engine cover back on so it doesn’t get fucked with the rain. He knows damn well they’ll be fucked if the bike becomes totally out of commission.

[the-jet-star]

We could steal this car if your folks don’t mind

Jet was driving at a crawl as he neared the BL/ind building. He wasn’t 100% comfortable with the plan, mainly because he didn’t know all of it yet. Ghoul had prepared this all on his own, and it must’ve taken him a while because he apparently already thought of everything. Jet would say he’s impressed, but he actually never really underestimated his younger comrade. He just didn’t want his ego to inflate more than it already was.

“Okay,” he finally breathed. “You get 45 minutes. No explosions, I come looking for you, got it?” His heart is beating out of his chest like it does every time they got on a mission. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to this shit, especially now that he is officially the worst shooter out of everyone.

He reaches over to clasp a hand with Ghoul before he leaves, silently giving him a good luck and praying that everything goes according to whatever plan he has.

//ORIGINAL THREAD STARTS ON TWITTER. LINK HERE. @funghoulsayboom

[funghoulsayboom]

Ghoul looks down at their hands, clasps together and nods once before giving that signature smirk. The one he makes before he does something really fucking stupid.

Because, at the end of the day, this is really fucking stupid.

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[the-jet-star]

Jet doesn’t even watch Fun Ghoul once he gets out of the car. He drives off as quickly as he can without burning rubber to draw attention to where he just dropped his friend off. Jet goes to the other edge of Battery City, which isn’t far. He can hear any explosions from there, and he gets some cover from the stupid fucking “welcome” sign that is out there.

He glances at the dashboard clock to check the time. He knows it’s off by however many fucking hours and minutes, but it still counts time perfectly fine. He remembers the time like a lifeline, and waits for the time to tick by minute by excruciatingly long minute. Because he knows that if he doesn’t return with Fun Ghoul, he’ll be the next dead Killjoy, even if Party Poison doesn’t kill him as soon as he returns. The guilt will eat him alive and he’ll be a shell of the person he is now.

But he trusts Fun Ghoul to see this through. He trusts him with his life. Now if only he could get his fucking heart to stop beating so damn fast. He glances in each direction every so often, making sure there isn’t a drac or ‘crow in sight. His hand’s on his blaster, ready for anything that may come his way. 

[funghoulsayboom]

Getting in is easy enough with the disguise, though he has to set his bag down at the door so it’s not obvious. He can’t let a single step of this plan go out of line. His survival depends on it.

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[the-jet-star]

The minutes go by, and Jet can’t help but think about how they end up in some morgue of time. He stays alert and thanks his lucky stars that he doesn’t see anything out of the ordinary, or anyone after him for that matter. But it’s excruciating to sit around waiting for Ghoul when he knows that he could be dead at any moment. Worse that he could be there to maybe prevent it by putting his body in harms way so Ghoul could get away.

When theres two minutes left and he’s just about ready to drive back to BL/ind, he hears the explosion, then sees the mushroom cloud go up, filling the pale sky with a dark plume of smoke that goes up higher than he’s seen in a long ass time. He quickly turns the car on and puts it into gear, keeping his foot on the brake and the clutch to make a clean getaway, either into the city or back through the zones, when the moment comes. 

He keeps his eyes trained on the road, prepared for any enemies, but praying for Ghoul to come racing through. He’ll have to flip a bitch to high tail it out of there since the mirrors on the trans-am are pretty fucking worn out in a lot of places. Seriously, it’s a miracle that they’re able to spot enemies with those things. And with Jet’s eyesight as bad as it currently is, he’s not taking any chances by having his back to the enemy.

He thinks he sees a white BL/ind car headed towards him, and he points his gun out the window. And it is a fucking BL/ind card. He knows getting a clear shot at whoever is in it will be pretty much impossible because A) he’s shooting with his left hand and B) he only has one fucking good eye. His finger goes to the trigger and he squints as the car gets closer. Then he sees the distinguishable green ray gun that belongs to Fun Ghoul.

He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in and waits for Ghoul to pass him before hitting the gas and getting the fuck out of there, tailing Ghoul as close as he can without causing in accident. His heart is still racing, and he continually checks the rearview mirror for any trouble.

[funghoulsayboom]

Ghoul lets out one good “WOO!” before the effort is rewarded by searing pain in his side. Ah. That’ll be the blaster wound, then. No time, though. They can clean the blood our of the seats later. Currently, the only thing that he can focus on is tearing ass away from Bat City in record time, keeping an eye out for anyone following, and making sure Jet is right along with him.

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[the-jet-star]

The drive back is surprisingly easy and Jet feels their heart rate slow as they get closer and closer to the diner. Ghoul quite possibly just single-handedly pulled off the best heist of the century. If there were any fucking history books still being written, this would surely make it. 

Once they park and Star kills the engine he sees Ghoul’s fucking bleeding out of his side. “Mother fucker,” he hisses and runs inside to get the medical supplies. He comes back out, Party and Kobra in tow. They always run after Jet when he’s hastily grabbing the medical supplies. 

“What happened?” Party yells at Star. He’s pissed and Star gets it. He’d be pissed, too, if Party came back with an injured Kobra and the wound wasn’t at least packed before they made it back. They should have stopped, but he’s not going to yell at Ghoul about it now.

“We can talk about it once Ghoul’s patched up,” Star says as calmly as possible and he carefully pushes the fabric away, knowing Ghoul will take his shirt off as they work on the wound. Their movements are practiced, and Kobra is handing off more gauze and alcohol to Star so they can work faster. Luckily the wound isn’t deep, and once it’s wrapped up in gauze and medical tape he feels Party shove them out of the way. 

“What the fuck happened?” Party demands as he gingerly pull Ghoul to him. 

Star stays quiet for a minute. He doesn’t want to throw Ghoul under the bus. Eventually he tells the truth. “I didn’t have his back like I should have. I’m sorry.” They feel a hand on their shoulder and Kobra is giving them a sympathetic smile before wrapping his arms around their waist.

[funghoulsayboom]

As the adrenaline is wearing off, Ghoul realizes that this shit fucking hurts. More so now that they’re at the diner and Jet is fucking dousing his side in alcohol, cleaning things as Ghoul is taking off is shirt, and pressing bandages up against the skin to stop any bleeding. Luckily it’s surface level, so that doesn’t take too long. It’s a good thing. If they had to apply pressure any longer, he might hit something.

As Star is finishing up, just as things start to die down, chaos breaks look.

Ghoul is being pulled in against Party’s side, and while he’s not upset for the comfort, he is more than a little irritated. Granted, he shouldn’t be. Party has every right to be upset. Ghoul and Jet went off on their own little excursion without telling anyone before hand, and Ghoul’s come back with a wound. He had, for the most part, expected the anger. He just didn’t expect it to be directed at Star.

What Ghoul is also stunned by, is the fact that Jet is taking the fall?

“You didn’t have my back because I told you to wait outside city limits,” He corrects the other, giving him a pointed look before he turns to Party. “He didn’t do anything wrong here, Red, I went in on my own, I did what I had to. Minor wound, I’m fine.”

He’s a bit unsteady on his feet, but he manages to stand and turn a little circle, wearing that signature ‘I am totally fine’ smile. “See? Little worse for wear, but I’m all good. And, you haven’t even checked out the car yet.”

[the-jet-star]

Jet shakes his head at Ghoul. “No. I should’ve gone in with you.” He’s been telling himself that since he saw the wound. “I could’ve given you cover.”

“Damn right you should’ve gone in with him,” Party practically barks at him, ignoring the obvious distraction Ghoul is trying to put in front of him, and the guilt sinks in further for Jet. “And you should have let him,” Party turns to Ghoul and gingerly brushes his hair out of his face. “We can’t be fuckin’ stupid like this.” His voice is softer now.

“I’m sorry,” Jet says lamely again. He’s glad Ghoul’s okay, and he’s glad that Party isn’t mad at the shorter man. It’s already bad enough that he got shot. He doesn’t need to get yelled at, too.

Jet kicks at the dirt before sighing and packing up the unused medical supplies. Once they’re stored away properly, they start picking up the soiled gauze to burn in the evening along with the rest of their trash. They give one last mournful glance at Ghoul and Party before heading inside to put the medical kit away, leaving the other three men outside.

[funghoulsayboom]

Ghoul watches Jet go with a mournful look and glares back at Party, “You cannot blame him for this. I made this plan all by myself, and if anything, you should be thanking him for at least being outside the city, because I asked him for a ride there, and told him to just drop me off and dip.”

Kobra speaks up now, eyes wide, “Why in the ever loving fuck would you do that?”

“Because I had a plan, and that plan required one person. Me. I had it handled–”

“Clearly not!” Party cuts him off, “Ghoul, you got shot!”

Ghoul gestures furiously at his face, at the slick scar running jaggedly across his cheek, “Not exactly anything new! And this isn’t even that bad!”

He watches a Kobra pulls a face. “You can’t just do shit alone.”

“I wasn’t alone! He fucking insisted on staying, that’s what I’m saying! He had my back as best as he could, but I had to do this alone, two ‘new’ dracs waltzing into a storehouse wouldn’t have been discreet, especially given one of them is like 8 feet tall–”

“He’s 6'1”, you’re just short.“ Kobra says, and the corner of his mouth is playing at a smile.

“My point,” Ghoul starts again, “Is that I needed to do this alone, and I was lucky he was even there if things went sideways. Which they didn’t.”

[the-jet-star]

Jet is standing by the door and hears everything. He shakes his head and smiles when Ghoul stands up for him. He walks out and stands on the other side of Ghoul. “Thanks, man,” he says quietly before stepping back to stand next to Kobra.

“So. Are we all just gonna stand here or are we gonna check out these new wheels Ghoul scored for us?” he asks gesturing to the car.

Kobra’s mouth quirks into a smile and nods once. “Yeah, what else did you bring?”

Jet’s slightly relieved as the other two turn their attention to the car and he taps Ghoul on the shoulder. “You should’ve let me take the heat, man.” He smiles, though. “And we have to get rid of the tracker. We can’t risk your fancy code to possibly fail and lead Better Living Industries right to us.”

[funghoulsayboom]

Ghoul can’t do anything but roll his eyes. “There wasn’t any heat for you to take, dude,” He says with a shrug, but he’s smiling, “I’m the one with the stupid plan in the first place. No point in Party chewing your ass when you didn’t even have anything to do with it.”

Jet is right, though. The tracker is a problem that needs to be solved, and fast. He takes the time to check under all the wheelwells while Party and Kobra are distracted unloading boxes from the back seat. When his fingers latch onto it, he give Jet a wink, tosses it to the ground and grinds it with the heel of his boot, mouthing the words ‘problem solved’.

[the-jet-star]

Jet gives Ghoul a thumbs up and grabs a box to help the others bring stuff inside. “Don’t you dare try to carry anything,” he warns before stepping into the diner. It wouldn’t help if his wound re-opened and he bled through the bandages.

“You gotta admit, Ghoul scored a lot of good stuff,” he hears Kobra telling Party. 

“Yeah, but he should’ve told us about the plan. No one goes alone. We all agreed,” Party retorts, obviously still a little sour about not being included in the plans.

Jet sets his box down and clears his throat. “Everything turned out okay, though. And Ghoul was right, it would have been even more suspicious if there were two new dracs walking around.”

Party frowns at Jet for a moment and sighs because he realizes the other is right. “Okay. But I’ll say this to you and I’ll say it to him. No more solo missions -” he lifts a finger when he sees Jet trying to interject, “and it doesn’t count if you’re on the outskirts of town. Two of us together as much as possible or the mission gets cancelled.”

Jet nods curtly and scuffs his shoes against the floor. “I hear ya, man. I’m sorry.”

Party claps a hand on Jet’s back. “I just worry about you all. Even you could have been ambushed when you were alone.”

“Yeah. I know.” 

[the-jet-star]

We could steal this car if your folks don’t mind

Jet was driving at a crawl as he neared the BL/ind building. He wasn’t 100% comfortable with the plan, mainly because he didn’t know all of it yet. Ghoul had prepared this all on his own, and it must’ve taken him a while because he apparently already thought of everything. Jet would say he’s impressed, but he actually never really underestimated his younger comrade. He just didn’t want his ego to inflate more than it already was.

“Okay,” he finally breathed. “You get 45 minutes. No explosions, I come looking for you, got it?” His heart is beating out of his chest like it does every time they got on a mission. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to this shit, especially now that he is officially the worst shooter out of everyone.

He reaches over to clasp a hand with Ghoul before he leaves, silently giving him a good luck and praying that everything goes according to whatever plan he has.

//ORIGINAL THREAD STARTS ON TWITTER. LINK HERE. @funghoulsayboom

[funghoulsayboom]

Ghoul looks down at their hands, clasps together and nods once before giving that signature smirk. The one he makes before he does something really fucking stupid.

Because, at the end of the day, this is really fucking stupid.

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[the-jet-star]

Jet doesn’t even watch Fun Ghoul once he gets out of the car. He drives off as quickly as he can without burning rubber to draw attention to where he just dropped his friend off. Jet goes to the other edge of Battery City, which isn’t far. He can hear any explosions from there, and he gets some cover from the stupid fucking “welcome” sign that is out there.

He glances at the dashboard clock to check the time. He knows it’s off by however many fucking hours and minutes, but it still counts time perfectly fine. He remembers the time like a lifeline, and waits for the time to tick by minute by excruciatingly long minute. Because he knows that if he doesn’t return with Fun Ghoul, he’ll be the next dead Killjoy, even if Party Poison doesn’t kill him as soon as he returns. The guilt will eat him alive and he’ll be a shell of the person he is now.

But he trusts Fun Ghoul to see this through. He trusts him with his life. Now if only he could get his fucking heart to stop beating so damn fast. He glances in each direction every so often, making sure there isn’t a drac or ‘crow in sight. His hand’s on his blaster, ready for anything that may come his way. 

[funghoulsayboom]

Getting in is easy enough with the disguise, though he has to set his bag down at the door so it’s not obvious. He can’t let a single step of this plan go out of line. His survival depends on it.

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[the-jet-star]

The minutes go by, and Jet can’t help but think about how they end up in some morgue of time. He stays alert and thanks his lucky stars that he doesn’t see anything out of the ordinary, or anyone after him for that matter. But it’s excruciating to sit around waiting for Ghoul when he knows that he could be dead at any moment. Worse that he could be there to maybe prevent it by putting his body in harms way so Ghoul could get away.

When theres two minutes left and he’s just about ready to drive back to BL/ind, he hears the explosion, then sees the mushroom cloud go up, filling the pale sky with a dark plume of smoke that goes up higher than he’s seen in a long ass time. He quickly turns the car on and puts it into gear, keeping his foot on the brake and the clutch to make a clean getaway, either into the city or back through the zones, when the moment comes. 

He keeps his eyes trained on the road, prepared for any enemies, but praying for Ghoul to come racing through. He’ll have to flip a bitch to high tail it out of there since the mirrors on the trans-am are pretty fucking worn out in a lot of places. Seriously, it’s a miracle that they’re able to spot enemies with those things. And with Jet’s eyesight as bad as it currently is, he’s not taking any chances by having his back to the enemy.

He thinks he sees a white BL/ind car headed towards him, and he points his gun out the window. And it is a fucking BL/ind card. He knows getting a clear shot at whoever is in it will be pretty much impossible because A) he’s shooting with his left hand and B) he only has one fucking good eye. His finger goes to the trigger and he squints as the car gets closer. Then he sees the distinguishable green ray gun that belongs to Fun Ghoul.

He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in and waits for Ghoul to pass him before hitting the gas and getting the fuck out of there, tailing Ghoul as close as he can without causing in accident. His heart is still racing, and he continually checks the rearview mirror for any trouble.

[funghoulsayboom]

Ghoul lets out one good “WOO!” before the effort is rewarded by searing pain in his side. Ah. That’ll be the blaster wound, then. No time, though. They can clean the blood our of the seats later. Currently, the only thing that he can focus on is tearing ass away from Bat City in record time, keeping an eye out for anyone following, and making sure Jet is right along with him.

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[the-jet-star]

The drive back is surprisingly easy and Jet feels their heart rate slow as they get closer and closer to the diner. Ghoul quite possibly just single-handedly pulled off the best heist of the century. If there were any fucking history books still being written, this would surely make it. 

Once they park and Star kills the engine he sees Ghoul’s fucking bleeding out of his side. “Mother fucker,” he hisses and runs inside to get the medical supplies. He comes back out, Party and Kobra in tow. They always run after Jet when he’s hastily grabbing the medical supplies. 

“What happened?” Party yells at Star. He’s pissed and Star gets it. He’d be pissed, too, if Party came back with an injured Kobra and the wound wasn’t at least packed before they made it back. They should have stopped, but he’s not going to yell at Ghoul about it now.

“We can talk about it once Ghoul’s patched up,” Star says as calmly as possible and he carefully pushes the fabric away, knowing Ghoul will take his shirt off as they work on the wound. Their movements are practiced, and Kobra is handing off more gauze and alcohol to Star so they can work faster. Luckily the wound isn’t deep, and once it’s wrapped up in gauze and medical tape he feels Party shove them out of the way. 

“What the fuck happened?” Party demands as he gingerly pull Ghoul to him. 

Star stays quiet for a minute. He doesn’t want to throw Ghoul under the bus. Eventually he tells the truth. “I didn’t have his back like I should have. I’m sorry.” They feel a hand on their shoulder and Kobra is giving them a sympathetic smile before wrapping his arms around their waist.

[funghoulsayboom]

As the adrenaline is wearing off, Ghoul realizes that this shit fucking hurts. More so now that they’re at the diner and Jet is fucking dousing his side in alcohol, cleaning things as Ghoul is taking off is shirt, and pressing bandages up against the skin to stop any bleeding. Luckily it’s surface level, so that doesn’t take too long. It’s a good thing. If they had to apply pressure any longer, he might hit something.

As Star is finishing up, just as things start to die down, chaos breaks look.

Ghoul is being pulled in against Party’s side, and while he’s not upset for the comfort, he is more than a little irritated. Granted, he shouldn’t be. Party has every right to be upset. Ghoul and Jet went off on their own little excursion without telling anyone before hand, and Ghoul’s come back with a wound. He had, for the most part, expected the anger. He just didn’t expect it to be directed at Star.

What Ghoul is also stunned by, is the fact that Jet is taking the fall?

“You didn’t have my back because I told you to wait outside city limits,” He corrects the other, giving him a pointed look before he turns to Party. “He didn’t do anything wrong here, Red, I went in on my own, I did what I had to. Minor wound, I’m fine.”

He’s a bit unsteady on his feet, but he manages to stand and turn a little circle, wearing that signature ‘I am totally fine’ smile. “See? Little worse for wear, but I’m all good. And, you haven’t even checked out the car yet.”

[the-jet-star]

Jet shakes his head at Ghoul. “No. I should’ve gone in with you.” He’s been telling himself that since he saw the wound. “I could’ve given you cover.”

“Damn right you should’ve gone in with him,” Party practically barks at him, ignoring the obvious distraction Ghoul is trying to put in front of him, and the guilt sinks in further for Jet. “And you should have let him,” Party turns to Ghoul and gingerly brushes his hair out of his face. “We can’t be fuckin’ stupid like this.” His voice is softer now.

“I’m sorry,” Jet says lamely again. He’s glad Ghoul’s okay, and he’s glad that Party isn’t mad at the shorter man. It’s already bad enough that he got shot. He doesn’t need to get yelled at, too.

Jet kicks at the dirt before sighing and packing up the unused medical supplies. Once they’re stored away properly, they start picking up the soiled gauze to burn in the evening along with the rest of their trash. They give one last mournful glance at Ghoul and Party before heading inside to put the medical kit away, leaving the other three men outside.

[funghoulsayboom]

Ghoul watches Jet go with a mournful look and glares back at Party, “You cannot blame him for this. I made this plan all by myself, and if anything, you should be thanking him for at least being outside the city, because I asked him for a ride there, and told him to just drop me off and dip.”

Kobra speaks up now, eyes wide, “Why in the ever loving fuck would you do that?”

“Because I had a plan, and that plan required one person. Me. I had it handled–”

“Clearly not!” Party cuts him off, “Ghoul, you got shot!”

Ghoul gestures furiously at his face, at the slick scar running jaggedly across his cheek, “Not exactly anything new! And this isn’t even that bad!”

He watches a Kobra pulls a face. “You can’t just do shit alone.”

“I wasn’t alone! He fucking insisted on staying, that’s what I’m saying! He had my back as best as he could, but I had to do this alone, two ‘new’ dracs waltzing into a storehouse wouldn’t have been discreet, especially given one of them is like 8 feet tall–”

“He’s 6'1”, you’re just short.“ Kobra says, and the corner of his mouth is playing at a smile.

"My point,” Ghoul starts again, “Is that I needed to do this alone, and I was lucky he was even there if things went sideways. Which they didn’t.”

[the-jet-star]

Jet is standing by the door and hears everything. He shakes his head and smiles when Ghoul stands up for him. He walks out and stands on the other side of Ghoul. “Thanks, man,” he says quietly before stepping back to stand next to Kobra.

“So. Are we all just gonna stand here or are we gonna check out these new wheels Ghoul scored for us?” he asks gesturing to the car.

Kobra’s mouth quirks into a smile and nods once. “Yeah, what else did you bring?”

Jet’s slightly relieved as the other two turn their attention to the car and he taps Ghoul on the shoulder. “You should’ve let me take the heat, man.” He smiles, though. “And we have to get rid of the tracker. We can’t risk your fancy code to possibly fail and lead Better Living Industries right to us.”

[the-jet-star]

We could steal this car if your folks don’t mind

Jet was driving at a crawl as he neared the BL/ind building. He wasn’t 100% comfortable with the plan, mainly because he didn’t know all of it yet. Ghoul had prepared this all on his own, and it must’ve taken him a while because he apparently already thought of everything. Jet would say he’s impressed, but he actually never really underestimated his younger comrade. He just didn’t want his ego to inflate more than it already was.

“Okay,” he finally breathed. “You get 45 minutes. No explosions, I come looking for you, got it?” His heart is beating out of his chest like it does every time they got on a mission. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to this shit, especially now that he is officially the worst shooter out of everyone.

He reaches over to clasp a hand with Ghoul before he leaves, silently giving him a good luck and praying that everything goes according to whatever plan he has.

//ORIGINAL THREAD STARTS ON TWITTER. LINK HERE. @funghoulsayboom

[funghoulsayboom]

Ghoul looks down at their hands, clasps together and nods once before giving that signature smirk. The one he makes before he does something really fucking stupid.

Because, at the end of the day, this is really fucking stupid.

Keep reading

[the-jet-star]

Jet doesn’t even watch Fun Ghoul once he gets out of the car. He drives off as quickly as he can without burning rubber to draw attention to where he just dropped his friend off. Jet goes to the other edge of Battery City, which isn’t far. He can hear any explosions from there, and he gets some cover from the stupid fucking “welcome” sign that is out there.

He glances at the dashboard clock to check the time. He knows it’s off by however many fucking hours and minutes, but it still counts time perfectly fine. He remembers the time like a lifeline, and waits for the time to tick by minute by excruciatingly long minute. Because he knows that if he doesn’t return with Fun Ghoul, he’ll be the next dead Killjoy, even if Party Poison doesn’t kill him as soon as he returns. The guilt will eat him alive and he’ll be a shell of the person he is now.

But he trusts Fun Ghoul to see this through. He trusts him with his life. Now if only he could get his fucking heart to stop beating so damn fast. He glances in each direction every so often, making sure there isn’t a drac or ‘crow in sight. His hand’s on his blaster, ready for anything that may come his way. 

[funghoulsayboom]

Getting in is easy enough with the disguise, though he has to set his bag down at the door so it’s not obvious. He can’t let a single step of this plan go out of line. His survival depends on it.

Keep reading

[the-jet-star]

The minutes go by, and Jet can’t help but think about how they end up in some morgue of time. He stays alert and thanks his lucky stars that he doesn’t see anything out of the ordinary, or anyone after him for that matter. But it’s excruciating to sit around waiting for Ghoul when he knows that he could be dead at any moment. Worse that he could be there to maybe prevent it by putting his body in harms way so Ghoul could get away.

When theres two minutes left and he’s just about ready to drive back to BL/ind, he hears the explosion, then sees the mushroom cloud go up, filling the pale sky with a dark plume of smoke that goes up higher than he’s seen in a long ass time. He quickly turns the car on and puts it into gear, keeping his foot on the brake and the clutch to make a clean getaway, either into the city or back through the zones, when the moment comes. 

He keeps his eyes trained on the road, prepared for any enemies, but praying for Ghoul to come racing through. He’ll have to flip a bitch to high tail it out of there since the mirrors on the trans-am are pretty fucking worn out in a lot of places. Seriously, it’s a miracle that they’re able to spot enemies with those things. And with Jet’s eyesight as bad as it currently is, he’s not taking any chances by having his back to the enemy.

He thinks he sees a white BL/ind car headed towards him, and he points his gun out the window. And it is a fucking BL/ind card. He knows getting a clear shot at whoever is in it will be pretty much impossible because A) he’s shooting with his left hand and B) he only has one fucking good eye. His finger goes to the trigger and he squints as the car gets closer. Then he sees the distinguishable green ray gun that belongs to Fun Ghoul.

He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in and waits for Ghoul to pass him before hitting the gas and getting the fuck out of there, tailing Ghoul as close as he can without causing in accident. His heart is still racing, and he continually checks the rearview mirror for any trouble.

[funghoulsayboom]

Ghoul lets out one good “WOO!” before the effort is rewarded by searing pain in his side. Ah. That’ll be the blaster wound, then. No time, though. They can clean the blood our of the seats later. Currently, the only thing that he can focus on is tearing ass away from Bat City in record time, keeping an eye out for anyone following, and making sure Jet is right along with him.

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[the-jet-star]

The drive back is surprisingly easy and Jet feels their heart rate slow as they get closer and closer to the diner. Ghoul quite possibly just single-handedly pulled off the best heist of the century. If there were any fucking history books still being written, this would surely make it. 

Once they park and Star kills the engine he sees Ghoul’s fucking bleeding out of his side. “Mother fucker,” he hisses and runs inside to get the medical supplies. He comes back out, Party and Kobra in tow. They always run after Jet when he’s hastily grabbing the medical supplies. 

“What happened?” Party yells at Star. He’s pissed and Star gets it. He’d be pissed, too, if Party came back with an injured Kobra and the wound wasn’t at least packed before they made it back. They should have stopped, but he’s not going to yell at Ghoul about it now.

“We can talk about it once Ghoul’s patched up,” Star says as calmly as possible and he carefully pushes the fabric away, knowing Ghoul will take his shirt off as they work on the wound. Their movements are practiced, and Kobra is handing off more gauze and alcohol to Star so they can work faster. Luckily the wound isn’t deep, and once it’s wrapped up in gauze and medical tape he feels Party shove them out of the way. 

“What the fuck happened?” Party demands as he gingerly pull Ghoul to him. 

Star stays quiet for a minute. He doesn’t want to throw Ghoul under the bus. Eventually he tells the truth. “I didn’t have his back like I should have. I’m sorry.” They feel a hand on their shoulder and Kobra is giving them a sympathetic smile before wrapping his arms around their waist.

[funghoulsayboom]

As the adrenaline is wearing off, Ghoul realizes that this shit fucking hurts. More so now that they’re at the diner and Jet is fucking dousing his side in alcohol, cleaning things as Ghoul is taking off is shirt, and pressing bandages up against the skin to stop any bleeding. Luckily it’s surface level, so that doesn’t take too long. It’s a good thing. If they had to apply pressure any longer, he might hit something.

As Star is finishing up, just as things start to die down, chaos breaks look.

Ghoul is being pulled in against Party’s side, and while he’s not upset for the comfort, he is more than a little irritated. Granted, he shouldn’t be. Party has every right to be upset. Ghoul and Jet went off on their own little excursion without telling anyone before hand, and Ghoul’s come back with a wound. He had, for the most part, expected the anger. He just didn’t expect it to be directed at Star.

What Ghoul is also stunned by, is the fact that Jet is taking the fall?

“You didn’t have my back because I told you to wait outside city limits,” He corrects the other, giving him a pointed look before he turns to Party. “He didn’t do anything wrong here, Red, I went in on my own, I did what I had to. Minor wound, I’m fine.”

He’s a bit unsteady on his feet, but he manages to stand and turn a little circle, wearing that signature ‘I am totally fine’ smile. “See? Little worse for wear, but I’m all good. And, you haven’t even checked out the car yet.”

[the-jet-star]

Jet shakes his head at Ghoul. “No. I should’ve gone in with you.” He’s been telling himself that since he saw the wound. “I could’ve given you cover.”

“Damn right you should’ve gone in with him,” Party practically barks at him, ignoring the obvious distraction Ghoul is trying to put in front of him, and the guilt sinks in further for Jet. “And you should have let him,” Party turns to Ghoul and gingerly brushes his hair out of his face. “We can’t be fuckin’ stupid like this.” His voice is softer now.

“I’m sorry,” Jet says lamely again. He’s glad Ghoul’s okay, and he’s glad that Party isn’t mad at the shorter man. It’s already bad enough that he got shot. He doesn’t need to get yelled at, too.

Jet kicks at the dirt before sighing and packing up the unused medical supplies. Once they’re stored away properly, they start picking up the soiled gauze to burn in the evening along with the rest of their trash. They give one last mournful glance at Ghoul and Party before heading inside to put the medical kit away, leaving the other three men outside.

[the-jet-star]

We could steal this car if your folks don’t mind

Jet was driving at a crawl as he neared the BL/ind building. He wasn’t 100% comfortable with the plan, mainly because he didn’t know all of it yet. Ghoul had prepared this all on his own, and it must’ve taken him a while because he apparently already thought of everything. Jet would say he’s impressed, but he actually never really underestimated his younger comrade. He just didn’t want his ego to inflate more than it already was.

“Okay,” he finally breathed. “You get 45 minutes. No explosions, I come looking for you, got it?” His heart is beating out of his chest like it does every time they got on a mission. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to this shit, especially now that he is officially the worst shooter out of everyone.

He reaches over to clasp a hand with Ghoul before he leaves, silently giving him a good luck and praying that everything goes according to whatever plan he has.

//ORIGINAL THREAD STARTS ON TWITTER. LINK HERE. @funghoulsayboom

[funghoulsayboom]

Ghoul looks down at their hands, clasps together and nods once before giving that signature smirk. The one he makes before he does something really fucking stupid.

Because, at the end of the day, this is really fucking stupid.

Keep reading

[the-jet-star]

Jet doesn’t even watch Fun Ghoul once he gets out of the car. He drives off as quickly as he can without burning rubber to draw attention to where he just dropped his friend off. Jet goes to the other edge of Battery City, which isn’t far. He can hear any explosions from there, and he gets some cover from the stupid fucking “welcome” sign that is out there.

He glances at the dashboard clock to check the time. He knows it’s off by however many fucking hours and minutes, but it still counts time perfectly fine. He remembers the time like a lifeline, and waits for the time to tick by minute by excruciatingly long minute. Because he knows that if he doesn’t return with Fun Ghoul, he’ll be the next dead Killjoy, even if Party Poison doesn’t kill him as soon as he returns. The guilt will eat him alive and he’ll be a shell of the person he is now.

But he trusts Fun Ghoul to see this through. He trusts him with his life. Now if only he could get his fucking heart to stop beating so damn fast. He glances in each direction every so often, making sure there isn’t a drac or ‘crow in sight. His hand’s on his blaster, ready for anything that may come his way. 

[funghoulsayboom]

Getting in is easy enough with the disguise, though he has to set his bag down at the door so it’s not obvious. He can’t let a single step of this plan go out of line. His survival depends on it.

Keep reading

[the-jet-star]

The minutes go by, and Jet can’t help but think about how they end up in some morgue of time. He stays alert and thanks his lucky stars that he doesn’t see anything out of the ordinary, or anyone after him for that matter. But it’s excruciating to sit around waiting for Ghoul when he knows that he could be dead at any moment. Worse that he could be there to maybe prevent it by putting his body in harms way so Ghoul could get away.

When theres two minutes left and he’s just about ready to drive back to BL/ind, he hears the explosion, then sees the mushroom cloud go up, filling the pale sky with a dark plume of smoke that goes up higher than he’s seen in a long ass time. He quickly turns the car on and puts it into gear, keeping his foot on the brake and the clutch to make a clean getaway, either into the city or back through the zones, when the moment comes. 

He keeps his eyes trained on the road, prepared for any enemies, but praying for Ghoul to come racing through. He’ll have to flip a bitch to high tail it out of there since the mirrors on the trans-am are pretty fucking worn out in a lot of places. Seriously, it’s a miracle that they’re able to spot enemies with those things. And with Jet’s eyesight as bad as it currently is, he’s not taking any chances by having his back to the enemy.

He thinks he sees a white BL/ind car headed towards him, and he points his gun out the window. And it is a fucking BL/ind card. He knows getting a clear shot at whoever is in it will be pretty much impossible because A) he’s shooting with his left hand and B) he only has one fucking good eye. His finger goes to the trigger and he squints as the car gets closer. Then he sees the distinguishable green ray gun that belongs to Fun Ghoul.

He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in and waits for Ghoul to pass him before hitting the gas and getting the fuck out of there, tailing Ghoul as close as he can without causing in accident. His heart is still racing, and he continually checks the rearview mirror for any trouble.

[funghoulsayboom]

Ghoul lets out one good “WOO!” before the effort is rewarded by searing pain in his side. Ah. That’ll be the blaster wound, then. No time, though. They can clean the blood our of the seats later. Currently, the only thing that he can focus on is tearing ass away from Bat City in record time, keeping an eye out for anyone following, and making sure Jet is right along with him.

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[the-jet-star]

The drive back is surprisingly easy and Jet feels their heart rate slow as they get closer and closer to the diner. Ghoul quite possibly just single-handedly pulled off the best heist of the century. If there were any fucking history books still being written, this would surely make it. 

Once they park and Star kills the engine he sees Ghoul’s fucking bleeding out of his side. “Mother fucker,” he hisses and runs inside to get the medical supplies. He comes back out, Party and Kobra in tow. They always run after Jet when he’s hastily grabbing the medical supplies. 

“What happened?” Party yells at Star. He’s pissed and Star gets it. He’d be pissed, too, if Party came back with an injured Kobra and the wound wasn’t at least packed before they made it back. They should have stopped, but he’s not going to yell at Ghoul about it now.

“We can talk about it once Ghoul’s patched up,” Star says as calmly as possible and he carefully pushes the fabric away, knowing Ghoul will take his shirt off as they work on the wound. Their movements are practiced, and Kobra is handing off more gauze and alcohol to Star so they can work faster. Luckily the wound isn’t deep, and once it’s wrapped up in gauze and medical tape he feels Party shove them out of the way. 

“What the fuck happened?” Party demands as he gingerly pull Ghoul to him. 

Star stays quiet for a minute. He doesn’t want to throw Ghoul under the bus. Eventually he tells the truth. “I didn’t have his back like I should have. I’m sorry.” They feel a hand on their shoulder and Kobra is giving them a sympathetic smile before wrapping his arms around their waist.

[the-jet-star]

We could steal this car if your folks don’t mind

Jet was driving at a crawl as he neared the BL/ind building. He wasn’t 100% comfortable with the plan, mainly because he didn’t know all of it yet. Ghoul had prepared this all on his own, and it must’ve taken him a while because he apparently already thought of everything. Jet would say he’s impressed, but he actually never really underestimated his younger comrade. He just didn’t want his ego to inflate more than it already was.

“Okay,” he finally breathed. “You get 45 minutes. No explosions, I come looking for you, got it?” His heart is beating out of his chest like it does every time they got on a mission. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to this shit, especially now that he is officially the worst shooter out of everyone.

He reaches over to clasp a hand with Ghoul before he leaves, silently giving him a good luck and praying that everything goes according to whatever plan he has.

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[funghoulsayboom]

Ghoul looks down at their hands, clasps together and nods once before giving that signature smirk. The one he makes before he does something really fucking stupid.

Because, at the end of the day, this is really fucking stupid.

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[the-jet-star]

Jet doesn’t even watch Fun Ghoul once he gets out of the car. He drives off as quickly as he can without burning rubber to draw attention to where he just dropped his friend off. Jet goes to the other edge of Battery City, which isn’t far. He can hear any explosions from there, and he gets some cover from the stupid fucking “welcome” sign that is out there.

He glances at the dashboard clock to check the time. He knows it’s off by however many fucking hours and minutes, but it still counts time perfectly fine. He remembers the time like a lifeline, and waits for the time to tick by minute by excruciatingly long minute. Because he knows that if he doesn’t return with Fun Ghoul, he’ll be the next dead Killjoy, even if Party Poison doesn’t kill him as soon as he returns. The guilt will eat him alive and he’ll be a shell of the person he is now.

But he trusts Fun Ghoul to see this through. He trusts him with his life. Now if only he could get his fucking heart to stop beating so damn fast. He glances in each direction every so often, making sure there isn’t a drac or ‘crow in sight. His hand’s on his blaster, ready for anything that may come his way. 

[funghoulsayboom]

Getting in is easy enough with the disguise, though he has to set his bag down at the door so it’s not obvious. He can’t let a single step of this plan go out of line. His survival depends on it.

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[the-jet-star]

The minutes go by, and Jet can’t help but think about how they end up in some morgue of time. He stays alert and thanks his lucky stars that he doesn’t see anything out of the ordinary, or anyone after him for that matter. But it’s excruciating to sit around waiting for Ghoul when he knows that he could be dead at any moment. Worse that he could be there to maybe prevent it by putting his body in harms way so Ghoul could get away.

When theres two minutes left and he’s just about ready to drive back to BL/ind, he hears the explosion, then sees the mushroom cloud go up, filling the pale sky with a dark plume of smoke that goes up higher than he’s seen in a long ass time. He quickly turns the car on and puts it into gear, keeping his foot on the brake and the clutch to make a clean getaway, either into the city or back through the zones, when the moment comes. 

He keeps his eyes trained on the road, prepared for any enemies, but praying for Ghoul to come racing through. He’ll have to flip a bitch to high tail it out of there since the mirrors on the trans-am are pretty fucking worn out in a lot of places. Seriously, it’s a miracle that they’re able to spot enemies with those things. And with Jet’s eyesight as bad as it currently is, he’s not taking any chances by having his back to the enemy.

He thinks he sees a white BL/ind car headed towards him, and he points his gun out the window. And it is a fucking BL/ind card. He knows getting a clear shot at whoever is in it will be pretty much impossible because A) he’s shooting with his left hand and B) he only has one fucking good eye. His finger goes to the trigger and he squints as the car gets closer. Then he sees the distinguishable green ray gun that belongs to Fun Ghoul.

He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in and waits for Ghoul to pass him before hitting the gas and getting the fuck out of there, tailing Ghoul as close as he can without causing in accident. His heart is still racing, and he continually checks the rearview mirror for any trouble.

[the-jet-star]

We could steal this car if your folks don’t mind

Jet was driving at a crawl as he neared the BL/ind building. He wasn’t 100% comfortable with the plan, mainly because he didn’t know all of it yet. Ghoul had prepared this all on his own, and it must’ve taken him a while because he apparently already thought of everything. Jet would say he’s impressed, but he actually never really underestimated his younger comrade. He just didn’t want his ego to inflate more than it already was.

“Okay,” he finally breathed. “You get 45 minutes. No explosions, I come looking for you, got it?” His heart is beating out of his chest like it does every time they got on a mission. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to this shit, especially now that he is officially the worst shooter out of everyone.

He reaches over to clasp a hand with Ghoul before he leaves, silently giving him a good luck and praying that everything goes according to whatever plan he has.

//ORIGINAL THREAD STARTS ON TWITTER. LINK HERE. @funghoulsayboom

[funghoulsayboom]

Ghoul looks down at their hands, clasps together and nods once before giving that signature smirk. The one he makes before he does something really fucking stupid.

Because, at the end of the day, this is really fucking stupid.

Keep reading

[the-jet-star]

Jet doesn’t even watch Fun Ghoul once he gets out of the car. He drives off as quickly as he can without burning rubber to draw attention to where he just dropped his friend off. Jet goes to the other edge of Battery City, which isn’t far. He can hear any explosions from there, and he gets some cover from the stupid fucking “welcome” sign that is out there.

He glances at the dashboard clock to check the time. He knows it’s off by however many fucking hours and minutes, but it still counts time perfectly fine. He remembers the time like a lifeline, and waits for the time to tick by minute by excruciatingly long minute. Because he knows that if he doesn’t return with Fun Ghoul, he’ll be the next dead Killjoy, even if Party Poison doesn’t kill him as soon as he returns. The guilt will eat him alive and he’ll be a shell of the person he is now.

But he trusts Fun Ghoul to see this through. He trusts him with his life. Now if only he could get his fucking heart to stop beating so damn fast. He glances in each direction every so often, making sure there isn’t a drac or ‘crow in sight. His hand’s on his blaster, ready for anything that may come his way. 

[the-jet-star]

We could steal this car if your folks don’t mind

Jet was driving at a crawl as he neared the BL/ind building. He wasn’t 100% comfortable with the plan, mainly because he didn’t know all of it yet. Ghoul had prepared this all on his own, and it must’ve taken him a while because he apparently already thought of everything. Jet would say he’s impressed, but he actually never really underestimated his younger comrade. He just didn’t want his ego to inflate more than it already was.

“Okay,” he finally breathed. “You get 45 minutes. No explosions, I come looking for you, got it?” His heart is beating out of his chest like it does every time they got on a mission. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to this shit, especially now that he is officially the worst shooter out of everyone.

He reaches over to clasp a hand with Ghoul before he leaves, silently giving him a good luck and praying that everything goes according to whatever plan he has.

//ORIGINAL THREAD STARTS ON TWITTER. LINK HERE. @funghoulsayboom

[the-jet-star]

“stop drinking the hot sauce from the bottle you absolute menace!“ - Xx-party-poison-Xx

Jet cocks an eyebrow and lifts the bottle to his lips, tipping his head back and taking a swig of hot sauce. He gently sets it back in the table and smacks his lips. “You’re just jealous you can’t take the heat.”

[xx-party-poison-xx]

“Nah, I just know I don’t want you stinkin’ up the place tomorrow with the fucking, thunder shits.” Party is across the table, leaned over with his head resting on his arms, he frowns at the stupid bottle. Bets himself that he could, actually in fact down it, but isn’t low enough in IQ to act in the impulse.

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Jet chuckled and shook his head. “Fuck you, that hasn’t happened in MONTHS and it was because I had that expired bullshit Kobra tried to pass off as edible food. The hot sauce had nothing to do with it.” 

He shuddered a little at the memory. “That was fuckin’ vile. Never trusting him with food again.” He twisted the cap back onto the bottle of hot sauce and pushed it to the side before poking Party’s shoulder. “YOU on the other hand were the last one to stink up the place, so I wouldn’t be talking if I were you.”

[xx-party-poison-xx]

Ah touché, Jet’s got the red there. But it’s not Party’s fault he’s turned out to be allergic to certain ‘flavours’ of dog food. He swats at Jets hand playfully. “I think you’ll find, that was also Kobra’s fault.” Apparently the sibling makes an excellent scapegoat here. Because it’s always when Kobra’s on meal prep duty that someone in the gang gets sick. “Swear we should start calling him fuckin, Kobra Krap”

[the-jet-star]

Jet pulls his hand back and lets out a hearty laugh, slapping his hand against his forehead before letting it drop back down to the table. 

“Kobra Krap,” Jet chuckles and stifles a real laugh. “He’ll kill me if I say that to his face. When you find me dead, know it was your fault for putting that shit in my brain.” He shakes his head. “You’ll have to make sure I’m around if you actually call him that to his face seeing as you’re probably the only one who can get away with calling Kobra that.”

[xx-party-poison-xx]

Party just grins, it is a funny name. “Knowing you, you’ll just say it by accident anyway, cause once you start thinking y’know, BAM, Kobra is trying to murderise you.

unless it’s just ghoul who’s always getting told off having said something stupid…Kobra seems to like yet almost as much as he likes party, which is really saying something…it bothers him though, Ghoul’s never really done anything wrong. “Hey Starry- not to get off this delightful topic but, why does Kobra dislike Ghoul so much still, caught ‘em both glaring at each other again yesterday.” Party is supposed to be the proclaimed leader but that’s a situation he’s never able to solve..

[the-jet-star]

Jet opens and closes his mouth a couple times as he ponders the question Party’s just asked. He feels like a fish out of water all of a sudden.

To be honest, he thought they were just ignoring that fact that their sibling had beef with Ghoul because they knew what was going on. So, Jet tried his best to ignore the awkward glares, too. But it was starting to get old.

He kept his mouth closed for a few seconds longer than he thought was necessary as he continued mulling over the question before speaking softly, in case there were any intruding ears.

“I wonder if it’s because he thinks Ghoul’s stealing you away from him?” Jet averts his eyes, “but I don’t really know,” he ends lamely before finally looking back at Party. “I thought Kobra had told you and you just were like,” he waved his hands around in a vague gesture, “ignoring it or something.”

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[xx-party-poison-xx]

“WhaT n0” Party’s seemingly shocked but while the red often notices the details in other things, understanding his brother was something he could do with sharpening his skills on. ”He told me once Ghoul gets under his skin.” But hadn’t really explained why, but Party knew Ghoul could get a little too excited sometimes, it didn’t bother him so much but he’d known of it bothering others.

“Just figured he was being a fucking dick to him just ‘cause he could.”

But Ghoul stealing Party away, could that really be it? He and Kobra had been way closer before Ghoul had arrived on the scene sure but- ah fuck. He really had been brushing Kobra off every time he asked to hang out in favour of Fun Ghoul hadn’t he. Party runs his hands through his hair, something done when nervous or annoyed with himself.

[the-jet-star]

Star bites his cheek and watches as Party mulls over what he just said. He can tell red’s going to beat himself up over this and that’s not really what he wanted to achieve. In his defense, the other did ask.

He breaks the silence a minute later. “Listen, I’m sure Kobra just wants a little more quality time. And for Ghoul to not be so spastic all the time,” he chuckles, hoping to lighten the mood a bit.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head over it. He’s your brother. This’ll get better. And then we’ll all be a happy, weird family or whatever.”