the stars, like dust

*As the time of their plan grew closer, Foundation grew more visibly on edge. You couldn't tell from his voice, or his face (if you could see it), but his body language was unmistakable.*

*At their outpost a stone's throw from Dark Dominion, he once again caught Visitor's attention.*

This is it, correct? The moment that ended everything for your future?

[The Foundation wasn't the only one on edge. The Visitor was silent, staring at a screen full of data. Sliver glittered dully in his hands, a dangling chain, and a charm he kept turning over and over between his fingers.]

It is. What the Voyager did here opened the door for him.

*Foundation clenched his fist.*

... Could we have done more? Tried more to gain the support of the island? We've got many loopers on our side... But many more chose to stand against us. With the Ice King.

And by extension, with the Voyager.

*He turned the look at Visitor.*

We do have more than your memories said. We have Order staying back, to hold onto hope if we fall. The Scientist is... here, we hope.

But we're also missing some. A few members of Jones' team weren't at their last meeting. That snapshot especially.

*Where had Vengeance gone? The man was dangerous, sure, but he would've been a valuable asset in the upcoming battle.*

I don't know...

[The Visitor's modulator couldn't hide the tremble behind the whisper. His visor turned downward, staring at the little silver charm.]

I keep asking myself the same question... "Have I done enough?"... and I just don't know.

[What made it worse was that he knew he hadn't done everything he could. There was one thread he refused to pull. One man whose life he refused to disrupt.

But if he did... would it save them?

He couldn't know.]

Sci will be there. You know he will.

Vengeance is in recovery. A mental episode... one that didn't happen in my version of events. I don't know if he's safe enough to involve... or if we even have the luxury of choosing anymore.

*Foundation put a hand on his shoulder.*

You've done more than enough. More than most of us. Thanks to you, we have more time to prepare then ever before.

*He sighed, looking out at the Zero Point. Almost imperceptibly, the shards were getting closer and closer to touching.*

This is why I told Jones we shouldn't rely on Snapshots for something this important. What else can we do, though?

Whatever it takes, I am going to fight to end this. I have to.

*He checked the time on his helmet's HUD.*

T-minis 3 hours 37 minutes. I swear, the waiting is the worst thing before an op.

[Ordinarily, the Visitor would have flinched at the contact. But he understood that this was how the Foundation showed that he cared. So even though his body wanted to recoil, he stood and kept himself still.]

I appreciate the reassurance, old friend... I wish I could say I had the same confidence.

[That comment about Vengeance stung, a lot more than he knew Foundation intended. His vision blurred, and he gritted his teeth, trying to control himself.]

I know... I know he's unreliable. Still, I had... I hoped...

[Forcing a deep, shaking breath, the Visitor looked at the Zero Point. His hand clenched around the silver charm. The voice that now buzzed from his modulator reeked of an eerie, forced calm.]

I've always despised this feeling. Standing at the top of a cliff, waiting to dive.

[A moment of silence.]

Thank you, old friend... for trusting me. In spite of everything. I hope... that I don't let you down.

*Foundation nodded.*

Of course. You've proven yourself to be a loyal ally time and again. Myself, and all the Seven, would trust you to the very end.

*Today could be the very end.*

*Foundation gave Visitor's shoulder a pat, then withdrew his hand.*

Heh, remember when we attacked the heart of the IO to disable the Collider? That feels like a lifetime ago... though, probably shorter for you. You actually had to love through the time between then and now.

[They would, huh?

The Visitor forced a smile, even though it couldn't be seen.]

I don't think I can thank you enough, old friend...

[The memory of the Collider... it was faint, and a bit jumbled. Damn the ravages of time... it had stolen so much from him...

It didn't matter. Everything would be over soon.

But still, he allowed a chuckle.]

My mind isn't what it used to be, but I remember you back then. We were so sure of everything. Almost like children.

[The Visitor gave the Foundation a long, quiet look.]

Whatever happens, remember the mission. Don't let yourself get distracted.

*As the time of their plan grew closer, Foundation grew more visibly on edge. You couldn't tell from his voice, or his face (if you could see it), but his body language was unmistakable.*

*At their outpost a stone's throw from Dark Dominion, he once again caught Visitor's attention.*

This is it, correct? The moment that ended everything for your future?

[The Foundation wasn't the only one on edge. The Visitor was silent, staring at a screen full of data. Sliver glittered dully in his hands, a dangling chain, and a charm he kept turning over and over between his fingers.]

It is. What the Voyager did here opened the door for him.

*Foundation clenched his fist.*

... Could we have done more? Tried more to gain the support of the island? We've got many loopers on our side... But many more chose to stand against us. With the Ice King.

And by extension, with the Voyager.

*He turned the look at Visitor.*

We do have more than your memories said. We have Order staying back, to hold onto hope if we fall. The Scientist is... here, we hope.

But we're also missing some. A few members of Jones' team weren't at their last meeting. That snapshot especially.

*Where had Vengeance gone? The man was dangerous, sure, but he would've been a valuable asset in the upcoming battle.*

I don't know...

[The Visitor's modulator couldn't hide the tremble behind the whisper. His visor turned downward, staring at the little silver charm.]

I keep asking myself the same question... "Have I done enough?"... and I just don't know.

[What made it worse was that he knew he hadn't done everything he could. There was one thread he refused to pull. One man whose life he refused to disrupt.

But if he did... would it save them?

He couldn't know.]

Sci will be there. You know he will.

Vengeance is in recovery. A mental episode... one that didn't happen in my version of events. I don't know if he's safe enough to involve... or if we even have the luxury of choosing anymore.

*Foundation put a hand on his shoulder.*

You've done more than enough. More than most of us. Thanks to you, we have more time to prepare then ever before.

*He sighed, looking out at the Zero Point. Almost imperceptibly, the shards were getting closer and closer to touching.*

This is why I told Jones we shouldn't rely on Snapshots for something this important. What else can we do, though?

Whatever it takes, I am going to fight to end this. I have to.

*He checked the time on his helmet's HUD.*

T-minis 3 hours 37 minutes. I swear, the waiting is the worst thing before an op.

[Ordinarily, the Visitor would have flinched at the contact. But he understood that this was how the Foundation showed that he cared. So even though his body wanted to recoil, he stood and kept himself still.]

I appreciate the reassurance, old friend... I wish I could say I had the same confidence.

[That comment about Vengeance stung, a lot more than he knew Foundation intended. His vision blurred, and he gritted his teeth, trying to control himself.]

I know... I know he's unreliable. Still, I had... I hoped...

[Forcing a deep, shaking breath, the Visitor looked at the Zero Point. His hand clenched around the silver charm. The voice that now buzzed from his modulator reeked of an eerie, forced calm.]

I've always despised this feeling. Standing at the top of a cliff, waiting to dive.

[A moment of silence.]

Thank you, old friend... for trusting me. In spite of everything. I hope... that I don't let you down.

*As the time of their plan grew closer, Foundation grew more visibly on edge. You couldn't tell from his voice, or his face (if you could see it), but his body language was unmistakable.*

*At their outpost a stone's throw from Dark Dominion, he once again caught Visitor's attention.*

This is it, correct? The moment that ended everything for your future?

[The Foundation wasn't the only one on edge. The Visitor was silent, staring at a screen full of data. Sliver glittered dully in his hands, a dangling chain, and a charm he kept turning over and over between his fingers.]

It is. What the Voyager did here opened the door for him.

*Foundation clenched his fist.*

... Could we have done more? Tried more to gain the support of the island? We've got many loopers on our side... But many more chose to stand against us. With the Ice King.

And by extension, with the Voyager.

*He turned the look at Visitor.*

We do have more than your memories said. We have Order staying back, to hold onto hope if we fall. The Scientist is... here, we hope.

But we're also missing some. A few members of Jones' team weren't at their last meeting. That snapshot especially.

*Where had Vengeance gone? The man was dangerous, sure, but he would've been a valuable asset in the upcoming battle.*

I don't know...

[The Visitor's modulator couldn't hide the tremble behind the whisper. His visor turned downward, staring at the little silver charm.]

I keep asking myself the same question... "Have I done enough?"... and I just don't know.

[What made it worse was that he knew he hadn't done everything he could. There was one thread he refused to pull. One man whose life he refused to disrupt.

But if he did... would it save them?

He couldn't know.]

Sci will be there. You know he will.

Vengeance is in recovery. A mental episode... one that didn't happen in my version of events. I don't know if he's safe enough to involve... or if we even have the luxury of choosing anymore.

#fortnite tumblrverse #closed #-visited

*As the time of their plan grew closer, Foundation grew more visibly on edge. You couldn't tell from his voice, or his face (if you could see it), but his body language was unmistakable.*

*At their outpost a stone's throw from Dark Dominion, he once again caught Visitor's attention.*

This is it, correct? The moment that ended everything for your future?

[The Foundation wasn't the only one on edge. The Visitor was silent, staring at a screen full of data. Sliver glittered dully in his hands, a dangling chain, and a charm he kept turning over and over between his fingers.]

It is. What the Voyager did here opened the door for him.

I cast period cramps

*amazing wizard spell-casting pose*

HNGK--!

Damn it! This is NOT what I need right now! Take your blasted cramps and shove them up your- GHK!

... Sci, I need a minute...

#closed #-visited #fortnite tumblrverse #// WELL OKAY THEN LOL

[A femenine voice echoes from behind your back]

I suppose it's time I drop this game of cat and mouse...Visitor.

Or should I say another name?

@singularity-fn

[The Visitor stiffened, closing his eyes before answering.]

If you have any respect for what I'm trying to save, you will keep that to yourself.

[He turned, the all too familiar armor immediately identifying who he already knew.]

Welcome back, Singularity.

It would be a shame to ruin all this effort to hide your identity in the end.

[To the significant weight loss to the modulator to change his voice, he truly feared the consequences of being recognized, and she couldn't argue with that, it was all precaution.]

Do not worry, I'm not here to endanger anything or anyone, I'm just simply here to help. Like back then.

I didn't expect someone to be alive after that. Let alone be able to do something like this.

This is not a game, Singularity.

[Less tense, but more grave. The Visitor punched a key, triggering a data sorting algorithm on his screen, a low rumble of dissatisfaction buzzing in his modulator at the emerging results.]

I was spared. By a better man than myself. I can't let him down.

I didn't expect anyone else to survive that night either. Yet here you are. We'll take all the help we can get, frankly. Stars know the Loopers are no good...

Never thought it was. Nothing is ever a game here.

[She now walked closer to him, standing beside him, she nodded at his remark]

I saw him. He followed his creator like a wounded dog. Though I cannot deny the first actual signal of life I received was the rift. Sounded too different from the other ones that night. You're doing an amazing job so far.

[She sighed]

Whether I had time, I would have looked for more of our allies and brought them with me, but I could only give a quick glance, and none of them seemed to breathe. So I'm afraid I am the last to arrive once more.

[It was truly a shame to see so many talented warriors fall after all their efforts, and while she was glad "Visitor" had managed to get such genius idea among the desperation, she still needed time to get used to see everyone alive.

But there was somebody that was clearly having more trouble here. And he was right next to her.]

How do you fare?

[She raised an hand]

And do not answer me with the façade of "The Visitor". Do not hide with me. You don't need to.

He must have lost the battle after the Rift...

[Leather creaked against leather as his glove strained around his tightened fist.]

He deserved better...

[He wanted to punch something. Pain helped him focus. Since he wasn't alone, however, the Visitor instead clenched a hand at his chest, feeling the little silver charm bite his skin under the suit.

Breathe. In... and out.]

We were the only survivors. I checked.

[His voice sounded dead. The Visitor tilted his head back, exhausted, scanning the data as it came in.

How was he?...]

Does it matter?

Why shouldn't it?

[She sounded dead serious on that. She could see it through the visor. His body language as open as a book one was too interested to not read.]

Look at yourself. Because you clearly haven't been doing it.

I have watched you put on that visor and strangle down your true identity. Shoving it in a box it couldn't fit. You forced yourself to become a dead man for the sake of humanity...

But not for your own.

[Her body moved towards the screen, placing itself infront of it, a clear sign Singularity wanted Visitor to look at something else for once]

I watched your journey up until here. While I was keeping my own course of events the same. I was watching you. The only thing you do is work and care for others. You have become so obsessed to change the course of events that you are overworking yourself and forgetting about your own safety. And identity.

Precaution is good, you don't know how your allies would react to see another him, knowing his reputation, but you are forcing yourself to be The Visitor so hard that everytime something doesn't go your way...

[She grabbed his clenched fist, holding it right to his face]

His rage starts to rise. And you force yourself to swallow it. You may have changed...but are you sure you let him change too?

[Her hand tightened around his wrist]

You cannot deny you are not doing well.

Unhand me.

[His voice was low, trembling with repulsed anger. This was not a request, and when it was not immediately followed, he grasped her wrist and pried her hand off of him, immediately releasing her.]

I don't care. It shouldn't matter. All that matters is that the end is changed, or at least diverted. I only need to hold out until then, and then maybe I'll get lucky and the timeline will fully reset.

[If that happened, there was a possibility that he would be erased from existence. Corrected, like a misspelling. A placeholder no longer needed.

Wouldn't that be nice...]

[She let him throw his little tantrum with a passiveness that almost felt like it was meant to be embarrassing for him, her eyes not leaving his visor.

She hadn't interacted with his original self much, she mainly watched him from afar, and he used to act just like the same, careless about his wellbeing, only thinking about others in an obsessive way, and saying things that sounded like they were meant to cover a certain type of thoughts that would have worried everyone whether he had said them infront of others.

He tried so hard to strangle down his old self and appear as a new man, but in the end...]

You have not changed at all, [REDACTED].

[If she were a higher being, her tone could have freezed the room.]

#fortnite tumblrverse #closed #-visiting

[The buzz of his name hit the Visitor's head like a sledgehammer, and for a split second the pain made him see red. Biting his tongue, he wrestled down the rage, strangling it down to nothing, until his body relaxed, and his demeanor matched Singularity's frigidity.]

Sorry to disappoint, but I don't know what else you expected.

[Turning away from her, he sorted a few data packets together and stowed them, bringing out a few more to sift through.]

If you're here to help, talk to the Foundation. The scout can't help you.

[A femenine voice echoes from behind your back]

I suppose it's time I drop this game of cat and mouse...Visitor.

Or should I say another name?

@singularity-fn

[The Visitor stiffened, closing his eyes before answering.]

If you have any respect for what I'm trying to save, you will keep that to yourself.

[He turned, the all too familiar armor immediately identifying who he already knew.]

Welcome back, Singularity.

It would be a shame to ruin all this effort to hide your identity in the end.

[To the significant weight loss to the modulator to change his voice, he truly feared the consequences of being recognized, and she couldn't argue with that, it was all precaution.]

Do not worry, I'm not here to endanger anything or anyone, I'm just simply here to help. Like back then.

I didn't expect someone to be alive after that. Let alone be able to do something like this.

This is not a game, Singularity.

[Less tense, but more grave. The Visitor punched a key, triggering a data sorting algorithm on his screen, a low rumble of dissatisfaction buzzing in his modulator at the emerging results.]

I was spared. By a better man than myself. I can't let him down.

I didn't expect anyone else to survive that night either. Yet here you are. We'll take all the help we can get, frankly. Stars know the Loopers are no good...

Never thought it was. Nothing is ever a game here.

[She now walked closer to him, standing beside him, she nodded at his remark]

I saw him. He followed his creator like a wounded dog. Though I cannot deny the first actual signal of life I received was the rift. Sounded too different from the other ones that night. You're doing an amazing job so far.

[She sighed]

Whether I had time, I would have looked for more of our allies and brought them with me, but I could only give a quick glance, and none of them seemed to breathe. So I'm afraid I am the last to arrive once more.

[It was truly a shame to see so many talented warriors fall after all their efforts, and while she was glad "Visitor" had managed to get such genius idea among the desperation, she still needed time to get used to see everyone alive.

But there was somebody that was clearly having more trouble here. And he was right next to her.]

How do you fare?

[She raised an hand]

And do not answer me with the façade of "The Visitor". Do not hide with me. You don't need to.

He must have lost the battle after the Rift...

[Leather creaked against leather as his glove strained around his tightened fist.]

He deserved better...

[He wanted to punch something. Pain helped him focus. Since he wasn't alone, however, the Visitor instead clenched a hand at his chest, feeling the little silver charm bite his skin under the suit.

Breathe. In... and out.]

We were the only survivors. I checked.

[His voice sounded dead. The Visitor tilted his head back, exhausted, scanning the data as it came in.

How was he?...]

Does it matter?

Why shouldn't it?

[She sounded dead serious on that. She could see it through the visor. His body language as open as a book one was too interested to not read.]

Look at yourself. Because you clearly haven't been doing it.

I have watched you put on that visor and strangle down your true identity. Shoving it in a box it couldn't fit. You forced yourself to become a dead man for the sake of humanity...

But not for your own.

[Her body moved towards the screen, placing itself infront of it, a clear sign Singularity wanted Visitor to look at something else for once]

I watched your journey up until here. While I was keeping my own course of events the same. I was watching you. The only thing you do is work and care for others. You have become so obsessed to change the course of events that you are overworking yourself and forgetting about your own safety. And identity.

Precaution is good, you don't know how your allies would react to see another him, knowing his reputation, but you are forcing yourself to be The Visitor so hard that everytime something doesn't go your way...

[She grabbed his clenched fist, holding it right to his face]

His rage starts to rise. And you force yourself to swallow it. You may have changed...but are you sure you let him change too?

[Her hand tightened around his wrist]

You cannot deny you are not doing well.

#fortnite tumblrverse #closed #-visiting #cw/ ideation

Unhand me.

[His voice was low, trembling with repulsed anger. This was not a request, and when it was not immediately followed, he grasped her wrist and pried her hand off of him, immediately releasing her.]

I don't care. It shouldn't matter. All that matters is that the end is changed, or at least diverted. I only need to hold out until then, and then maybe I'll get lucky and the timeline will fully reset.

[If that happened, there was a possibility that he would be erased from existence. Corrected, like a misspelling. A placeholder no longer needed.

Wouldn't that be nice...]

[A femenine voice echoes from behind your back]

I suppose it's time I drop this game of cat and mouse...Visitor.

Or should I say another name?

@singularity-fn

[The Visitor stiffened, closing his eyes before answering.]

If you have any respect for what I'm trying to save, you will keep that to yourself.

[He turned, the all too familiar armor immediately identifying who he already knew.]

Welcome back, Singularity.

It would be a shame to ruin all this effort to hide your identity in the end.

[To the significant weight loss to the modulator to change his voice, he truly feared the consequences of being recognized, and she couldn't argue with that, it was all precaution.]

Do not worry, I'm not here to endanger anything or anyone, I'm just simply here to help. Like back then.

I didn't expect someone to be alive after that. Let alone be able to do something like this.

This is not a game, Singularity.

[Less tense, but more grave. The Visitor punched a key, triggering a data sorting algorithm on his screen, a low rumble of dissatisfaction buzzing in his modulator at the emerging results.]

I was spared. By a better man than myself. I can't let him down.

I didn't expect anyone else to survive that night either. Yet here you are. We'll take all the help we can get, frankly. Stars know the Loopers are no good...

Never thought it was. Nothing is ever a game here.

[She now walked closer to him, standing beside him, she nodded at his remark]

I saw him. He followed his creator like a wounded dog. Though I cannot deny the first actual signal of life I received was the rift. Sounded too different from the other ones that night. You're doing an amazing job so far.

[She sighed]

Whether I had time, I would have looked for more of our allies and brought them with me, but I could only give a quick glance, and none of them seemed to breathe. So I'm afraid I am the last to arrive once more.

[It was truly a shame to see so many talented warriors fall after all their efforts, and while she was glad "Visitor" had managed to get such genius idea among the desperation, she still needed time to get used to see everyone alive.

But there was somebody that was clearly having more trouble here. And he was right next to her.]

How do you fare?

[She raised an hand]

And do not answer me with the façade of "The Visitor". Do not hide with me. You don't need to.

#fortnite tumblrverse #closed #-visiting

He must have lost the battle after the Rift...

[Leather creaked against leather as his glove strained around his tightened fist.]

He deserved better...

[He wanted to punch something. Pain helped him focus. Since he wasn't alone, however, the Visitor instead clenched a hand at his chest, feeling the little silver charm bite his skin under the suit.

Breathe. In... and out.]

We were the only survivors. I checked.

[His voice sounded dead. The Visitor tilted his head back, exhausted, scanning the data as it came in.

How was he?...]

Does it matter?

[A femenine voice echoes from behind your back]

I suppose it's time I drop this game of cat and mouse...Visitor.

Or should I say another name?

@singularity-fn

[The Visitor stiffened, closing his eyes before answering.]

If you have any respect for what I'm trying to save, you will keep that to yourself.

[He turned, the all too familiar armor immediately identifying who he already knew.]

Welcome back, Singularity.

It would be a shame to ruin all this effort to hide your identity in the end.

[To the significant weight loss to the modulator to change his voice, he truly feared the consequences of being recognized, and she couldn't argue with that, it was all precaution.]

Do not worry, I'm not here to endanger anything or anyone, I'm just simply here to help. Like back then.

I didn't expect someone to be alive after that. Let alone be able to do something like this.

#fortnite tumblrverse #closed #-visiting

This is not a game, Singularity.

[Less tense, but more grave. The Visitor punched a key, triggering a data sorting algorithm on his screen, a low rumble of dissatisfaction buzzing in his modulator at the emerging results.]

I was spared. By a better man than myself. I can't let him down.

I didn't expect anyone else to survive that night either. Yet here you are. We'll take all the help we can get, frankly. Stars know the Loopers are no good...

[A femenine voice echoes from behind your back]

I suppose it's time I drop this game of cat and mouse...Visitor.

Or should I say another name?

@singularity-fn

[The Visitor stiffened, closing his eyes before answering.]

If you have any respect for what I'm trying to save, you will keep that to yourself.

[He turned, the all too familiar armor immediately identifying who he already knew.]

Welcome back, Singularity.

#fortnite tumblrverse #closed #-visited #// HIIIII

medic-guy-triage

[Syd missed her extended family. She hadn't seen them in a long time, and it didn't feel fair, not after how they had been there for her through her father's illness. It was also obvious that her Uncle John was a workaholic, so maybe seeing some family would be good for him.

Strolling onto the Blimp, Syd noticed that it was unusually quiet. Some of the crew moved about, but there was no sign of the people she'd grown accustomed to seeing. Confused, she meandered back to the dorms, which were also eerily silent, until she heard a soft sobbing noise upstairs.

Syd quickly climbed the stairs, making as little noise as possible, and was greeted with the sight of her Uncle Venge, tied securely to a bed and partially obscured from her sight, watched over by a terrifying man - at least it looked like a man - in armor with a glowing visor, and Triage, whose back was to her.

Horrified, she dropped her voice to a whisper.]

... Uncle Julien?... What happened?

*Triage wasn't surely expecting a visit, especially from extended family, so turning around to see Syd, witnessing the pathetic scene that was the clinic was a surprise..not a really nice one however.

He approached Syd silently, trying not to startle Venge with any noise*

Ah, Syd. Well let's just say you come in a...strange time.

*He turned over to Venge, who watched the girl attentively from the corner of his eye, he then turned back to Syd*

Venge isn't exactly doing well mentally, basically he has no memory of us and that caused him to be a little...violent.

*He folded his arm just enough to show Syd the bandages that wrapped around it.*

He's been calmer these days, but we still opted to restrain him so he also doesn't try to run or anything...

Oh and-

*he pointed at Visitor*

That's The Visitor, one of Jones' old buddies who just came back after a while. He offered to watch over Venge with me.

sugar-bear-syd

Violent?...

[She'd known her Uncle Venge was troubled, he'd visited before and talked to her. But... seeing the repercussions was something completely different.

Still, training with the Ninja had changed Syd. Where she would have recoiled, now she approached the bed, albeit somewhat tentatively.

The armored man - the Visitor - looked up, holding up his hand and shaking his head, and Syd understood she was being warned. She turned back to Triage.]

He doesn't remember any of us? Not even...?

[Well, it had been a while...]

medic-guy-triage

*Triage shrugged, a frown on his face*

I have no idea if he remembers you. I'm sorry.

*His eyes moved to Venge again, he was awake this whole time, yet he was limiting himself to only stare at Syd. This was clearly different, other people who had tried to visit had gotten a more strong reaction. Venge was...calm, as if Syd was familiar enough to not recognize her as a threat. Maybe...Could the memories about Syd and her family have been somehow preserved?

Sharing a glance with Visitor, Triage moved to the other side of the clinic, stealthily sneaking a tranquillezer syringe into his pocket, he then turned to the others.*

Syd. Try to see if he recognizes you, but I advise you to only keep it at talking...touching may be too much.

*He noticed Visitor tense up, opting to go behind him and sneaking the syringe into his pocket instead. No way he was gonna let him take care of Venge again anyways.*

Visitor will intervene if things go wrong.

sugar-bear-syd

[Syd nodded at Triage's instructions, eyes fixed on Venge. He was staring at her, breathing fast, and despite what Triage was saying... he seemed to know her. At least a little bit.

Hesitantly, Syd approached the bed, thinking back over their conversations in the past to find something she could use to reach him now.]

H-hey... You know me... right? My dad introduced us... Joey, you remember?

[She lightly rested a hand on the bed.]

You found out about his condition... and when he disappeared again, I went to stay with you. You took care of me... do you remember that?

[His visor misted up on the inside. His gloves creaked slightly from the vice grip he had on the arm of his chair. He barely even breathed.

This girl... One of the very few he hadn't been able to bring any memento of, and whose face had faded against all his attempts to retain it over the past few hundred years...

He wanted to protect her. To block her from trying this and putting herself in danger. To hug her and tell her how much he had missed her.

But he bit down his heart and swallowed back the threatening tears, keeping his eyes fixed on Vengeance. She might be able to get through, with a little luck... He didn't seem to be reacting badly. Just hyperventilating...]

theorderfn

[This war was beginning to weigh on him, even more with the crippling of Vengeance Jones. The Visitor was tired... and that permeated everything he did these days.

Half-dead on his feet and collecting his third cup of coffee in the past ten hours, the Visitor joined you in the cafeteria, sighing as he took a seat.]

It's been good to see you again, Order, and a relief to see both you and your sister safe. A rare blessing in this place, it seems.

How do you fare today?

" Hey, Vis. "

[ She gave him a tired, half-smile and took a sip of her energy drink. ]

" I'm alright. Or, at least as 'alright' as someone can be in these conditions... "

[A jaded snort buzzed in the Visitor's modulator.]

Fair enough. I know the feeling.

[He stared at his coffee, wanting to drink, but not wanting to take the helmet off in company.

Eh, the cafeteria machine always made it too hot. It could wait. The helmet stayed on.]

Did I hear correctly that you actually were married and had a little one? Please tell me I didn't dream that, I've been so happy for you...

[One of the few good pieces of news he'd come across. At least, he desperately hoped it was true. The Daughters of Geno deserved so much, yet this path they had chosen gave them so little. If one of them had managed to start a family in spite of their father...]

theorderfn

" You heard that right. "

[ She looked down at the table, trying to recall just how long had it been since she was home. ]

" I.. wish I could be home more often. My little girl is growing up so fast, and I'm missing so much- "

[ She felt a familiar sense of guilt as she spoke, like a heavy weight in her heart. Yet, she couldn't let it get to her. Not now, not when there was an island to save. ]

" But we have a mission, and I won't lose focus. "

#fortnite tumblrverse #-visiting #// WEH Q-Q #// I'm so sorry I got sick and my brain wouldn't cookkkk :(

Yes... Of course...

[They had a mission... but they all had agendas too. He had his family to save. It was on him to remember that she had her own to save as well, even if she hadn't reversed time to do it...]

... We are doing this for them, though. If we don't do our jobs...

[... There wouldn't be any child left to watch grow up. But he wasn't so cruel as to say that aloud.

Truthfully, he would love nothing more than to tell her to go home. To take her sister and be safe, for once in their lives. But Odette would never, it would be insulting to try, and also... it would guarantee their ultimate failure. Only the Sisters had ever managed to harm Geno. He could only pray they would be able to do so again, and pray that he didn't have to call on the only other person who stood a fighting chance.

... His gut twisted with the sick feeling that that prayer would not be answered.]

... I'm still glad to have you back, Odette... I think even Foundation feels better having you around. And whatever miracle gave us your sister back, we all will owe forever. I can't tell you how relieved I was when I saw you both.

the-seventh-scientist

Me and Triage have so much in common!!

We like science, we work with science, we fight with science, we sleep in science, we study science we--

We both think Vis' british semi-posh accent is funny!!

medic-guy-triage

The moment he calls someone a "fuoool" it will be the end of my respiratory system.

*long-suffering British sigh*

the-seventh-scientist

HAHA EVEN YOUR BREATH SOUNDS BRITISH!!!!!

Shut up...

the-seventh-scientist

Oh come on laugh a little! You can't frown forever! If you are even frowning that is.

I'm not. Because you can't tell. And that's funny.

#-visiting

theorderfn

[This war was beginning to weigh on him, even more with the crippling of Vengeance Jones. The Visitor was tired... and that permeated everything he did these days.

Half-dead on his feet and collecting his third cup of coffee in the past ten hours, the Visitor joined you in the cafeteria, sighing as he took a seat.]

It's been good to see you again, Order, and a relief to see both you and your sister safe. A rare blessing in this place, it seems.

How do you fare today?

" Hey, Vis. "

[ She gave him a tired, half-smile and took a sip of her energy drink. ]

" I'm alright. Or, at least as 'alright' as someone can be in these conditions... "