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Not today Justin
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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Crypto: *holds two slices of bread on Mirage’s temples* What. Are. You?
Mirage:.....
Mirage: I’m... a snAck!
Rampart: *wheeze*
Crypto: *proceeds to beat him with the bread*
Crypto: Omg Mirage is so annoying-
Mirage: *appears out of nowhere* i heard you were talking shit about me-
Crypto: wHat tHe fU-
I Am Wattson: Faith
I stand on the edge of the cliff.
The sour aroma of sweat fill my nostrils.
Tears flood my gaze.
Blood leaks through my uniform, staining my orange jacket in the process.
No where to run. No where to hide. No chance of escape.
It’s just me and him..
Why must violence always be a solution? It always seems unfair.
It’s not fair.
I’m alone...
I’m helpless...
I’m nothing...
“Are you going to kill me?”
My voice breaks the painful silence of death staring me down like a injured animal, an easy target to acquire.
“That’s up to you... it’s me... or YOU.” The simulacrum motions to the cliff then to himself.
I gasp inaudibly.
“I see...” I wipe my brow. At this point I don’t know whether it’s blood or sweat. Could be both. Never mind that now. I must... choose..?
“I don’t know whether to feel grateful or disturbed by you’re ability to make me choose how I am to perish.”
“It’s up to your imagination, skin suit...” He trails off with a low chuckle.
“That’s not a very nice name to call someone. You were always quite rude.”
I try not to stammer.
Be strong, Natalie. Be brave.
“It’s time you choose.”
I wince at his words.
It’s time. I shall choose.
“Fine.” The tears on my face feel cold as a cool breeze blows past me, sending my hair across my cheek. “I choose not to face you. Only because I know I have something to live for. And if risking my life to continue to make a difference in the world... I will take it. There’s too much to leave behind. I... will jump.”
The simulacrum seemed to smirk, though I cannot tell.
“Poor choice honestly. I was looking forward to killing you...” He moves closer to me, pushing me more towards the edge of life or death.
“I rather jump than give you that pleasure.” I turn to face the valley and the river which lay down below. Many rocks lined the shore line. I know he hopes for me to land on them but they’re too close to the shore for me to hit them. It’s the possibility of that or the impact that will kill me. It’s a true leap of faith. One in which I will take.
I turn back to face the simulacrum one last time.
“My name is Wattson. Remember that.”
The words leave my dry mouth as I step back. The cold wind pushing on my body as I fall. I see my Papa, my friends, my family circle around my thoughts. I will see them again. It’s all in the matter of time.
“It’s not over yet.” I whisper before the waters of the cold lake devour me.
Black Panther RIP by Otto Schmidt
Still can’t believe it 💔
so sad
(2/4 Miraith Christmas)
“Oi- Crypto- who’d ya get?”
Octane poked repeatedly at Crypto as he stared at his small paper.
“Wattson, 제길..” Crypto responded slowly.
“Oooh I got Loba- I’d happily trade with you amigo.” Octane added hopefully.
Crypto sighed. “I want to make things right with her, but not with a childish gift. Here.” He forced the paper into Octanes hand. “Make sure it makes her happy, 그렇지 않으면.”
“Will do compadre!” Octane looked down at the name and smiled smugly to himself. “Yesss.”
The streets of Solace city were crowded with rushed people.
The smell of Christmas was everywhere. It was wonderful.
The shops were all lit up and busy. No big deal to Mirage though.
“If you’d excuse me ladies, I’d like to get through.” He smiled his best smile, “I’m on a mission to get a special someone a Christmas gift.” He winked at the girls standing by the door way. They all squealed and moved out of the way quickly, while admiring him as he passed.
Now. What on earth does Wraith like....
Jewelry?... Nah..
A hat?... Ew no.. She wouldn’t look good in a hat. Then again.. she’d look good in everything else.. she always looks good...
Ah focus Elliott!
Oh?
He spotted a purple scarf with parts of maroon and small details all over.
It was.. Pretty.
It was perfect.
He walked out of the store with the scarf in the bag. He held his head up high and walked through the snow covered streets humming to himself. Telling himself he did good on this one. “She’ll love it. I know it.”
Back at the HQ, Wraith sat in the main living area, quietly reading. Hearing the main door open, she turned to see who had come in. No one was there.
Behind you-
“Do it and see what happens.” She said cooly.
Mirage, behind her, froze in the position of scaring her.
“Aw come on, Renee. You’re no fun.” He said brushing off snow from his beard. “It’s cold out there. Heh, isn’t it?” He said kinda awkwardly, attempting to make small talk.
Wraith simply nodded.
“Aw come on. Why aren’t you talking to me?” He gently placed his hand on her shoulder.
She shrugged off his touch in annoyance. “I’m trying to read.” She scowled.
“Ohh jeez, my bad.” He said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. “Can’t you just lay off the tough girl act now? And you know... let down your guard every once and awhile..?”
Listen to him, Renee...
“I can’t, Elliott.”
Just once.. for him..?
She winced and held her head.
Sometimes the voices would beg.
Be nice
Seen interested
Tell him-
“NO!!” She closed her eyes and brought her hands to her face.
“Renee..?” Mirage came around the couch and kneeled down to see her clearly. “Is.. everything okay?..”
“NO! Everything’s not okay! I.. I just need some space...” She whispered.
“R-right. Okay...yeah.. I’ll- I’ll go...” He stuttered and began stand up before he felt her hand grab at his arm.
“Wait-” She paused.
What am I doing?..
Tell him
Why? Why now? Here?
Let him know
She stood up and held her head down.
Was she really doing this? Her of all people... with him? It’s impossible.. to her.
“I need to tell you something.” She looked at him, scared... nervous?...
“I-”
“Hello friends!!”
The robotic voice broke their gaze as it shifted to Pathfinder.
“My apologies for interrupting! But Bangalore has called us all to a meeting!”
Wraith looked down to realize she was still holding his arm and quickly let go.
“Right. Okay Path.” She regained her seriousness and walked back with Pathfinder.
While Mirage stood there with his jaw wide open.
“Wait what- just- what just happened?”
( Translations: 제길 = Damn / 그렇지 않으면= Or else)
Reference to the scarf:
Full “Meltdown” cinematic short from Apex Legends Season 3!
credit goes to: tiktok account-@riskhappy, idk if she has a youtube channel or anything
anyway this is pretty funny so enjoy
I love this video
i- yes father goals
(1/4 Miraith Christmas)
“Alright ladies. Listen up. Christmas is around the corner, and it’s time we get into the spirit.”
Bangalore paces the floor as she makes eye contact with each legend.
“We are all going to be assigned a legend to get a gift for. With the help of Ms. Paquette, we have a box with everyone’s name.”
Natalie smiles as she hands the box to Bangalore.
“Now, one at a time, come and get a name.”
As everyone was assigned their legend, they all went their separate ways to begin preparing the gifts.
Wraith and Mirage were still in the room, staring at their small piece of paper.
“Soooo who’d ya get, Renee?”
The familiar voice of the trickster snapped Wraith out of her thoughts.
“Get lost, Witt. Who I got isn’t any of your business.”
“Aww, I bet you got me, how sweet.” He added with a wink.
Wraith rolled her eyes. Idiot
“Rampart.” She said quickly before turning to leave.
Mirage grimaced and watched her as she left. He knew she wasn’t a huge fan of Ramparts... overbearing personality, but she respected her work.
He stood there until she was out of sight. He couldn’t help but admire her from afar. He could finally lay off the cool guy act now that she was gone. Why was it that every time she was there, he would lose all confidence and say something stupid? Though Renee had told him he would say something dumb regardless of the situation.
Thanks for that.
“Aye there mate! Wadda doin standin there like a dumbed out deer?”
The strong Indian accent of the new legend rang through his ears. Realizing he’d been staring at the wall, he fixed his posture and put on his best smile.
“Oh me? Nothing, nothing. Nothing at all. Just uh.. just thinking.”
“Of her?”
He stumbled.
“Excuse me? I- who’s her? I don’t know anyone named Her.”
“You know who I’m talking about, Witt. Don’t go pretenen that I don’t know you fancy her.”
“Whaaaaat? I don’t like anyone. Well I mean, I DO like people- just not- like- romen- romancity-”
“Romantically! Okay, I get it, Witt. You better stop dat now before you give yourself a headache!” Rampart looked at him with a bit of concern.
“Right..- right. Yeah- yeah okay.” He stammered.
“But it’s not like I wanna hold her hand! Or take her on a date... or watch her while she brushes her hair..” He trails off as he makes the hand motions of brushing hair, looking smitten as he stares off into space.
“Yeah. Totally no romantic feelings for anyone.” Rampart looks at him with some amusement.
The piece of paper Mirage was once holding, slipped and gracefully floated to the ground. On said piece of paper read:
Wraith
LoveStoned
sweet glances
Airstrike:*is incoming *
Wraith :airstrike incoming
Pathfinder :friends, there is an airstrike en route
Mirage :helter-skelter we need to find shelter
they fawkin
Wraith: Hello Mirage
Mirage: Well hello Wraith
Octane hiding: Oh, they fucking
Bloodhound next to him: What? They’re just saying “hi” to each other
Wraith: How are you doing today
Mirage: I’m doing well, how about you?
Octane: OH, they fucking! Look at them sparks
Bloodhound, confused: They’re just talking to each other
Wraith hugging him: Elliott, there is no one I trust more than you
Mirage blushing: I’m glad to hear it Renee, you are v-very important person to me
Bloodhound: Oh, they fucking
Octane: OH, THEY FAWKIN’!
Mirage: Renee, have you seen my ice cube anywhere? I left it on the table an hour ago and when I came back there was only a puddle.
Wraith: Haha..
Mirage:
Wraith: oh god you're serious
Your type
Lifeline: So, what’s your type?
Wattson: I like them to be careful and soft, the definition of seren-
Octane executing someone with a grenade: OH YEEAAH!!!
Wattson blushing: THAT ONE, I ‘VANT THAT ONE!
Wraith: I prefer serious people who-
Mirage trying to eat hot soup: *slurps* Still hot *slurps* still hot *slurps* still hot-
Wraith blushing: Fuck…
Lifeline: You guys like them dumb huh?
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