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Independent, private and highly selective INVISIGAL / COURTNEY from DISPATCH. Written by Z (29 / f / CET). 20+ only.

A study in: self-destructiveness, vulnerability, the need for validation, earning trust, and choosing your own fate.

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MEMES. | PROFILE. | PROMO. | VERSES. ( old ver. ) | HEADCANONS. | INTERACTION CALL.

[mecha-blue]

Hard not to slide that easy smile into a smirk with her reaction. He may not see beyond the feigned annoyance but the reaction speaks for itself. It landed on some level.

"I think it's probably more like I get off on you actually doing your job. A man gets tired of only foreplay ya know? Showing a little bit of enthusiasm can go a long way," A single brow raises. "I mean look how well it worked on you."

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A couple staff passing by shoot the two of them weird looks--mainly her. In the few months she's been here, Robert definitely stands out as a dispatcher. He's not uptight like the rest of these prude assholes, and Courtney appreciates that a lot about him. Not that she'd ever tell him that.

"You're such a fucking nerd," she sighs. "I thought I was already enthusiastic enough. What do you want me to do? Break into song and dance every time you send me on a call? Or were you being literal when you told me I should move my ass to the caller? You want me to twerk for our clients, Robbie? Will you be watching from one of your cameras?"

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Robert's neck tilts back with her bend forward. He doesn't flinch away as the distance closes, instead he shakes his chin. Sizing her up about the same way he's feeling sized up.

"I message you every day. In fact I was doing it just before lunch. I think I recall it being something like 'Hey, Visi get your ass moving to the caller.' So I was just assuming you were looking for something a bit more..." Robert rolls a hand on his wrist, as though reeling the thought out of his brain. "Cryptic?" How ghoulish indeed.

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Courtney rolls her eyes so hard they almost disappear into the back of her head. All that just so she doesn't so much as let her lips twitch at that terrible, awful, stupid pun. No matter how much she wants to. Can't let it get into his head that he's funny. Or that it takes basically no fucking effort to make her smile.

"Right, right. What you're saying is you get off on telling me what to do. So if I wanted the foreplay to last longer ... then I should just do the opposite of what you tell me to do, right? Or do it, but like, really fucking slowly."

That's totally what he was saying. She nailed it.

[mecha-blue]

Pleased. She was pleased huh? Funny, by her own admission he was a pretty low bar. Really hard to tell how much of this was a joke at his expense sometimes. At times her actions were so brazen it was hard to not take it seriously, then other times he thought she was just a girl that commits to the bit.

Either way assuming the worst has gotten him this far.

"Pleased that a dadbod normie might think you're okay at your job? Well hey, if that's what you need I can send Chase a vague message too and you can read into that. Fastest I've ever pleased a woman in my life."

Wait. Fuck!

Robert's brows knit together.

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That smug smile on his face tells her he's pretty pleased with himself too. Great! So they're both getting something out of this. Whatever the something is. Really Courtney just enjoys talking to him ... aaaand messing with him. Mostly the latter, but lately it's starting to be more of a fifty-fifty split between the two.

"I think I got a better idea. Why don't you cut off the middle man and just message me straight?" she says. "That way you can please me whenever you want and I don't have to spy on your messages anymore." Then she leans a little closer to add, "and maybe that way you can take your time, too."

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When someone asks me to define hunger.

[mecha-blue]

"innocent people don't run." (in which Villain!Visi is very much lying about being innocent)

"Oh, this is you being innocent?" The tone of his voice is tight enough to know that he isn't even close to believing her. His fingers, with tips pressing against the concrete wall on either side of her, slide out until his palms strengthen his posture by being flat against the surface. Again and again. Robert didn't think something like this would keep happening. Begrudgingly he almost started to enjoy catching her like this. Almost. Because he still would so much rather it be more like the movies.

"I thought it was because you felt bad for just up and leaving while we were in the middle of something last time." Elbows bend to allow an intrusion into more of her space. Mecha Man leaning forward until he could smell the cigarette smoke still clinging to her clothing and a bit of air pushed from her lips. "That and because the Mech is in front of the only door out of the building."

Robert tilts his head, sliding his brown eyes to her own, looking for… something, any sort of break in this character of hers. That is, when he's not being so distracted by her lips. A subject that has been on his mind more than he feels comfortable ever admitting since running into her at the Sardine. Really since the night with Shroud.

Seems she only bit when there was chum in the water.

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“I don’t think we were in the middle of anything when I left last time.” Courtney says, voice firm and sharp.

She doesn’t turn away from Robert. Doesn’t try to slip out from under his arms. Doesn’t even flinch at the proximity when he leans a little too intimately close to her. But nowhere near as intimate as they got last time. The same way he has her caged against the wall, she has him pinned with a sharp, unrelenting stare.

“If I remember right, which I’m sure I do, we were pretty much finished.” Her head tilts to the side to emphasize the next part. “Both of us.”

But he’s right about one thing—he is blocking the only door out of the building. A miscalculation on her part. She really should have secured another way out before going in, but in her defense she really expected this to be a quick in-and-out situation.

“Well. Guess I’ll have to find another way out then.” She slips her mask back on, the rest of her words muffled but the mischief in them clear as day. “I think I’ve mastered escaping sticky situations at this point. Especially ones that involve you.”

Then she holds her breath and vanishes within the next second.

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Robert's brows furrow. Her comment rubbing him in a much worse way than it should.

"Funny, I haven't noticed any other suitors."

No wait. He's not a suitor and that wasn't a confession! He has to lock in, she was twisting this too much.

"That wasn't a confession by the way. More like... a kind acknowledgement."

A pause. Suddenly he sees the amusement. Well, his own amusement anyway. Eyes narrow in on her as he tilts his head.

"I'm flattered though. You seem pretty excited about it despite how fast it was."

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It's kinda hard not to be insulted at the insinuation, even though technically he's right. Courtney doesn't usually make it easy for people to flirt with her. Also most men are turned off by a girl who's too comfortable making the kind of vulgar sex jokes they'd rather take the lead on. They don't know how to handle her.

Not Robert, though. He just takes it in stride. Plays along. She likes that about him.

"Excited is a little much," she says. "Let's just say I'm a bit ... pleased."

[mecha-blue]

@villainpowers is a little nosey.

Robert's face tightens with the coming of a hammer that he knew he had no hope of escaping from. Curiosity killed the cat. Curiosity also blew off a chunk of Robert's ear. Curiosity about him was putting him in a very awkward spot.

A roll of his head on his shoulders while Robert mentally dances around the subject, unwilling to even approach it with a ten foot pole. Not at work. Not right in front of her!

"Oh sure I like you. I think you're swell! Who else would keep me on my toes and make sure I don't relax in the company of peers?" Flawless, Robert. Fucking flawless. Sun King better remember the beer tonight. He's saddling all the blame on him.

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Courtney shifts her weight from one foot to the other as she studies him, his tone, his demeanor. She decides to ignore the very loud sarcasm he laces his words in. More entertaining for her. More annoying for him.

"Wow, I didn't think it'd be that easy to get it out of you." She grins. "I think that's the fastest confession I've ever gotten out of a man in my life."

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A sudden Courtney appears behind Robert, peeking from over his shoulder. "Is this ghoulish girl supposed to be me?"

Robert shook his head with a sigh as his finger taps send to their resident Sunny Boy; hoping beyond all hope that he wasn't signing on to some other nonsense. The PJs comment gives him the hesitance. Somehow more than the Ghoulish girl comment which was... well...

Is this ghoulish girl supposed to be me?

Robert jolts in his seat, a quick gust of air swallowed painfully down the throat. Even had the unfortunate sensation of teeth nipping the tip of his tongue to deal with now.

Robert spins his chair until he's staring up at the new troublemaker.

"Anyone ever tell you that it's rude to read someone else's messages?" A quick deflection. A bit too quick. A bit too...suspicious. Fuck.

"Arrrrrre you admitting to being a Ghoul? I think the company has some accommodations for that."

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Courtney's arms fold against her chest when she straightens, one step back to give Robert a little space to turn around and face her. Her brows quirk at his reaction, which is all the confirmation she needs, really.

"Metaphorically speaking? Yeah, I can see myself as a Ghoul." She nods. She's got the robbing part down, at least. And she'd probably rob a grave if it had really pricey treasure in it. "Also, you do remember the first time I saw you you were in your underwear, right? Feel like that gives me the right to spy on your messages, too."

Pause. Her lips slowly curl into an amused smirk.

"So," she says, eyes locked on his, "you like me?"

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I had this thought a while ago and I just now remembered it, but I think that what we are seeing here isn't just for us players to see what's happening, but it's also what Visi herself sees while invisible--she appears invisible to everyone else, but she can still see herself and whatever invisible items she's carrying in this like pulsing, purple filter or whatever it is.

So when her powers trigger, rather then her "disappearing," it's more so like her body (and anything on her person) is being coated in a filter that is temporarily visible to us, and once it fully spreads, only she can still see through it.

[mecha-blue]

A mixture of air and smoke is forced from Robert’s nostrils, betraying his own amusement. He shakes his head giving her an eyebrow in return as she goes on and on with the usual antics. A much nicer change of pace from punching his feelings down. Just a shy step closer to what they had before. He takes those wins. "Why should I be worried? The stars telling you that I should be since you can hear them so clearly?" A trade with no power behind it. A smile even threatens to betray the game.

Get the laughs in while you can, Robbie.

"I worry about you a lot." For her is the real truth. And he looks back to her to confirm that. Since the moment they spoke about these very same stars that hang over his head like a sword ready to make good on a prophetic legacy, he worried for her. On some level anyway. Maybe all those adjectives can't fit into the shape of Robert but the shade of them could be thrown over him.

But now Mecha Man tilts his head, another slow inhale stokes end of his cigarette while he considers her question. What was it, actually that kept a part of him here? Sure he felt his original explanation is more than good enough but Courtney wants more. She wants to see further in. A test maybe, a check on how willing he may be. Or maybe, she genuinely wants to know about what was under the mask still.

"Ah… I'm not really sure myself," Rob waves his hand out, a trail of smoke following like he was just as aware of dumb that answer was. "One time my Dad took me hiking around here. We never came here to this exact spot. Probably were a few miles that way," A white gloved hand flicks over in the direction past his metal shell. "You know how it goes— things just get… too loud sometimes."

How else does one say that they were breaking apart at the seams trying to hold the world on their shoulders? Being here was kind of like screaming loudly into an empty field. Just the screaming was silent.

"When I…focused on being Mecha man there was just; no moments to myself while every moment was just myself," Heh, sounds like something out of a fortune cookie too. "Anyway, one night I was feeling pretty down and," Robert's own disappointment in himself follows on the exhale that gives his continued thought life. "I just got in the Mech and flew."

Silence hangs in the air while the sensation of that time echoes from the past, mixing with all the other confusing emotions inside his chest. "I guess I just kind of ended up here."

His whole fucking life in fact. Put it on his grave when the Mech reaper finally comes to collect. The world would always have it's way with Robert. What was this if not just more of that? The house always wins.

"I like it here." He finally says looking back to her. The first to ever know of this place in conjunction to him anyway. Since the idea of a bench and forgotten about trail lamp disproved his claim of discovery.

Legs slide outward as Robert slumps down, cig standing upright between his lips as he stares up at the lights above. "So, how'd I score?" The question is stifled by the cigarette balanced in his mouth and the nonchalance counters his previous earnestness but he's sure Courtney has a comment at least. "And what do I win?"

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I worry about you a lot, he says.

Courtney’s brows pinch at that, even as their eyes meet and he tries to communicate it with silent emphasis. The fuck? He worries about her? A lot? Well, that’s fucking cute. Sweet, even. She might even believe it if he didn’t fucking turn his back on her when she needed him most. If he was so worried about her, why did he…

Why did he give up on her so fucking easily?

Her eyes evade his to stare off into the distance instead. A much easier sight for her to absorb right now. This was fucking stupid. Going to the Sardine was fucking stupid. She shouldn’t have. Beefcake shouldn’t have told her… God, what an idiot she is. What did she even think would happen? What did she hope to accomplish by going to see him? Other than reopen wounds that barely healed? She should have just kept her distance like she planned to do in the first place. He would have forgotten about her eventually. He would have given up on finding her. Time would have passed and she’d have become but a speck of dirt in his life.

Courtney takes a long, soothing drag from her cigarette and listens to his answer, even follows with her gaze to where he gestures, despite the vague direction. Too loud? Yeah. Too crowded. Too suffocating. Too lonely, you might as well just be alone, too. At least then the loneliness doesn’t feel like it’s your fucking fault.

But that’s still not enough. It’s not enough of an answer to erase the regret that’s starting to eat at her.

With a snort, she turns to look at him again, taking the cigarette out of her mouth and waving it about dismissively. “You want a reward for what exactly? Being a sad superhero? Saving lives while waiting for someone to save yours?” Her head tilts sideways, gaze sharpening. “Want me to give you a score for that answer? Fine. Minus ten,” she says, folding one leg on the bench so she can face him properly, look at him directly. “Give me something fucking real, Robert. Don’t tell me you’re not sure. That’s bullshit. There must have been something about this place that made you come back to it over and over. You could have gone anywhere else that wasn’t here to get away from too loud. So why this place in particular?” A pause. “Or is there nothing special about it at all?”

Just like there is nothing special about her. And it doesn’t mean anything that he brought her here.

So why did he even bring her here? Just for the view? Well, it’s a great fucking view. She’ll give him that at least. Maybe this place is just convenient, easy. Just like she is. Cheaper than a vacation and cheaper than a hooker. Maybe he didn’t show up at the Sardine for her. Maybe he showed up for him. Feeling sorry for himself. It’s not because he cares about her or because he misses her like she misses him, nor is it because he wants to see her or hear her voice. Why would he, anyway? She fucked up his life and before that she fucked up her own. All she is is a broken thing for him to fix. So he doesn’t feel like an imposter calling himself a hero. All she is is a Band Aid. Better than nothing, right?

“Actually, I changed my mind. I don’t wanna know why you like this place. You don’t have to tell me anything, and neither do I.” She discards the cigarette on the ground and stomps on it with her boot, then she shoots up to her feet and stands in front of him, holding his eyes as confidently as she can. “So what kinda reward did you want? Want me to kiss you again? Blow you? Fuck you?” She holds her hands at her sides. “Place is pretty secluded, so I think we can manage for a few minutes.”

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my skin is clear my depression is cured the summer heatwave has been obliterated

[invisimechs]

“you always find a way to turn my drama into a comedy.”

ah. Emma and courtney. my two girls who never did anything wrong ever

[villainpowers]

The dash is looking nice and comfy again and I'm feeling motivated to write here for the first time in a while. I still have drafts to get to and I will, but if you wanna start new things or plot, give this a like or comment or drop something in the DMs and all that fun stuff.

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Thank you Burgah! 🥹🥹🥹

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Aw thank you so much, Cast! This is so sweet!! 😭😭

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Hi, I'm probably gonna clear my following soon because lately I've not been wanting to look at my dash at all whatsoever and I feel like we're kinda losing the plot a bit.