RICOCHET

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@worldclasscoward // kiss starter

“We have the same mouth plates let’s kiss!”

[worldclasscoward]

Ricochet looks around quickly, feeling like the cute exo in front of him couldn’t possibly be talking to him. It wasn’t normal for him to be the one hit on -- usually he was doing the hitting! But no one else seems to be around...

“M-me?” He says, and then makes a noise akin to clearing his throat. Obviously, him. It’s shocking but -- shit -- go for it! “Absolutely... if you’re serious?”

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@thanatonaucy

“ Honestly, ” Ricochet spoke to the cute awoken sitting at the bar next to him, trying to get her attention -- continuing when she looked his way. “ When the Traveler revived you, I think it was just showing off. ”

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betterleftdead:

    Savri blinks. First once, then twice as the comment registers properly. Was that a pick-up line? That someone just used? On her?

For a long moment, she’s too surprised and confused at the concept of it to be annoyed, and it shows.

     ❛ I– ❜ The Awoken actually fumbles, blinking again before the a darker tinge crawls up on her cheeks. Not that there’s an inkling of her being legitimately flattered, …but she can’t help but feel embarrassed about being put on the spot so quickly. Abruptly, she scowls. ❛ I could agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong. ❜

The response that he receives brings a prickle of disappointment, but he’s not surprised. That dark tinge of her face almost had him fooled, but -- she hasn’t outright told him to go away, yet, and so Ricochet doesn’t give up fully.

“ Maybe you’ll change your mind, over a drink... ? ” He suggests, “ I mean, you don’t look like you were that busy. ” Standing around, brooding, maybe? She looks like she could be a Brooder. “ And I promise I’m a lot cuter in dim lighting. ”

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betterleftdead:

  The Hunter’s stance against the wall is casual if not somewhat stiff-limbed, halfway leaned up against one of the pillars on a second story of the Tower. The balcony overlooks many of the shops, arrays of weaponry and armor brandished by merchants peddling to eager gear-hungry Guardians.

Savri wasn’t especially sure what she was looking for and if she even had a train of thought before the other Hunter sidled up to her, though the look on her face says some minor sense of irritation regardless.

She glances down at the ground – nothing – and then back up at the Exo’s face, deadpanning.

       ❛ What. ❜

He half expects her to just walk away, or to say something that ruins the joke -- but she doesn't, and a jolt goes through him that almost makes him forget what he was going to say next. But, he manages to collect his thoughts, the tiniest hint of a smile finding it's way to his mechanical face.

“ Your standards. ” He replies, leaning back against the wall beside them, nodding her way before he finishes with. “ Hey, I’m Ricochet. ”

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@betterleftdead

Ricochet slid himself up to the woman, tall and stone-faced against his form. Even though he knew this probably wouldn’t go well for him, he still swallowed his own better judgement and spoke to her. He had a thing for women who looked like they could kill him, and on top of it -- awoken? Come on.

“ Hey. ” He began, unsure if she’d even go along with it -- “ I think you dropped something. ”

[worldclasscoward]

hit that like button for ricochet to horribly flirt w/ your muse

[worldclasscoward]

"it's been awhile since I've visited you, Ricochet..."

Surprised, Ricochet places his hands on Andreas’ hips, but there’s a small tug of a smile to his mechanical face. “ It has been. ” He agrees, but then, lets himself lean forward just barely, placing a small peck on his beautiful boyfriend’s lips. “ But I figure you’ll find your way back to me, if you want. ”

Andreas was busy -- and he wasn’t the type that Ricochet bothered pursuing. If his boyfriend wanted to see him, then he would show up. It was simple as that. Ricochet knew he was lucky to have him in the bits and pieces he could.

[worldclasscoward]

‘ do I look lonely ? ’

The words made Ricochet laugh suddenly, which was kind of unfortunate considering he was halfway through taking a shot. The vodka tried to rise back up in his throat, causing him to force it back down and try not to choke. Somehow, he managed, holding up a finger in a "one second" sort of gesture as he kept himself from dying.

Lowering his hand down, he tilted his head to look at the woman beside him. "You, lonely?" He echoed the word, laughing again, quietly. "Well, I imagine to a point, if you're drinking with me in a questionable bar."

But then, his tone shifted a little, looking her over and wondering if maybe her question had been more serious than he'd first assumed. Was she lonely? He couldn't imagine someone as beautiful as her having a hard time finding company. How much had she had to drink so far, anyway? Were they passing into Serious Emotions level of Drunk yet?

"Hey, Love, there are plenty of women here. Do you want me to be your wingman? I can do the whole wingman thing.”

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‘ I should probably introduce myself. ’

To say Ricochet was caught off guard was a bit of an understatement.

He took a quick step back – almost necessary, considering how tall this other exo was, towering over him. Reddish eyes, similar to his own, gazed down at him, and it took Ricochet a few seconds to fully process what had been said to him.

Slowly, he tried to make himself relax, shoulders slumping as he un-tensed. Giving Bashalon a quick look up and down, judging him. Intimidating. Scary. Kind of hot. Okay, definitely hot. But still pretty damn intimidating.

Still, he would be lying if he didn’t say he was intrigued. “Well…. Go right ahead.” He said, forcing a casual tone despite his slight terror seconds before.

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unsettlingvoid:

He knows that Ricochet is just trying to make him feel better, and honestly in a way he is right. Dallas is a legitimate Guardian, probably one of the strongest people that he’s ever met, his Light extremely bright. Powerful. But they don’t know. They can’t know anything for sure.

At that point, Trinket takes his leave, floating out of Blaise’s hands towards Baby, who’s probably just as uneasy as the rest of them. Blaise take the opportunity to lean into the Hunter’s embrace, his optics dimming. “Okay. Okay. You’re right. Dallas can take care of himself.” He pauses for a long few moments, trying to convince his own mind that’s true. He said the words, but… the what-ifs don’t stop coming.

Just keep it together, he tells himself. They’ll be back home before he knows it, and they’ll find his husband – ugh, he’s just not good at being positive!! Hands reach for Ricochet, his arms wrapping around him as he buries his face against the Hunter’s shirt. “I want to believe it…”

His grip gets tight. He hesitates before saying anything else. All the bad things he wants to say. “Maybe just. Hold me until we get there.”

It doesn't take much coaxing at all for Ricochet's arms to come to wrap around Blaise tightly. "Of course." He says, passively petting his boyfriend's back. But now that Blaise isn't looking at him anymore, he can't help but feel his face twist into a frown. "I'm here for you, okay?"

But, at the same time, he knew that wouldn't matter much if something did happen to Dallas. Dallas was Blaise's foundation, the pillar that had built him up from some really dark places. In the end, the fact that Ricochet and Blaise ever healed their own relationship was because Dallas was there for him, too. And if he was gone? Well... it just wouldn't be good.

Shifting, he moved to lean back a little bit, letting Blaise come to lay on top of him. He would be there for his boyfriend, yes, but there was also his own brand of worry. There were so many people in the city that Ricochet cared about... and if it was 'compromised', each and every one of them was in danger.

Despite his attempts at comforting Blaise, he wasn't feeling too confident himself. He only hoped that the other exo couldn't feel his anxiety. 

[worldclasscoward]

despite the fact that it was replaced with arcstrider in the game, ricochet will continue to be a bladedancer in his personal canon. sneaking around & stealth is his thing, and he’s a pro at the ol’ stab n’ run invisibility trick.

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unsettlingvoid:

Blaise sits beside to Ricochet, needing to be as close to him as possible. He’s the only thing he has right now – this being the last possible thing he ever could have expected. He never leaves the City anymore!! And now this? The one time he actually takes a trip?

Trinket rests in the palms of his hands, single glowing eye looking up at him. Dimmer than usual. They can both sense each other’s apprehension. Uncertainty.  All he wants is to have his Ghost replay the message over to him, but he doesn’t want to do it in front of Ricochet. However, it doesn’t stop his mind from going over the words in his head. The City was compromised. The way Dallas told him that he loved him right before the transmission ended.

“Ricochet.” He says the Hunter’s name without taking his gaze away from Trinket. It’s hard enough to say what he wants to without having to look at his boyfriend. “If things get really bad… If we get there and Dallas isn’t okay…” Even being an exo, his throat gets tight. He doesn’t even know how to finish the sentence. Because if Dallas isn’t okay then he doesn’t know what he’ll do.

"Shhhhh." Ricochet quickly hushes his boyfriend, moving to put is arm around him. "Don't think like that. Dallas is, like, one of the most legit guardians I've ever met."

But, still, he knew that there was a chance. There was always a chance. Dallas didn't leave the city, and Ricochet honestly wasn't sure if he was as combat-ready as he looked. They probably had to keep up with their training, right? Plus, Dallas was an exo -- exos were naturally supposed to be good at fighting, right?

The thought might have been ironic if he hadn't been so worried.

"Dallas is fine. He'll be fine." He states again, though he has a feeling that Blaise won't believe him no matter how much he says it, not until his husband is confirmed to be safe. He knew, to an extent, how the warlock's mind worked. Swirling and swirling at times without any sort of way to stop it. "I promise."

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unsettlingvoid:

Ricochet says yes, more or less, and that’s all he needs to hear. The rest of the details, they’ll figure those out later when the time comes. “Thank you.” He says, a sigh of relief. The fact is, he would have ended up going back to Earth with or without him, but he’s glad he doesn’t have to make that choice.

The exo stands, pulling Ricochet up with him before glancing over to where he knows their ship is waiting. “I’m sorry, we’ll make this up, I promise. Once we find Dallas and Dev and everything settles down.” It had taken them so long to take this trip together, their schedules never working out, both having other relationships and other commitments…

But this is serious. Probably more serious than anything that’s happened since they’ve both been Guardians. But Venus will still be here once everything is all said and done. And Dallas? That’s what he’s not so sure about.

"It's okay, Peanut. Don't worry about it." Ricochet says, more out of instinct than anything, because in the pit of his stomach he feels like nothing is okay. He knew that there was a chance that going back to the city was going to be hugely dangerous. Dallas' voice had been very serious in the transmission, almost scarily so thinking back to it.

They start to make their way back towards the ship, silence falling over them until they got there. "Baby, can you set the coordinates for the city?" He asked, and she beeped in response, floating over towards the cockpit to set the ship's flight pattern.

Ricochet, figuring she could handle it, moved to sit down on a cushioned bench to the side, motioning for Blaise to sit down with him. "Hopefully by the time we get there, things will already be figured out." He commented, trying to force some optimism for both of their sakes.

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unsettlingvoid:

Sure everything will be fine? Dallas wouldn’t send him that transmission without good reason, and to go as far as saying the City was compromised? That isn’t something that just happens! “Ricochet, I have a really really bad feeling about this. Please!” He finally realizes his grip is getting too tight and he releases him. “Sorry.”

But he can’t stop thinking about Dallas, and yes, maybe he did fight at Twilight Gap all those years ago, but the City’s been relatively stable since then. Standing at the Wall, day in and day out. He hasn’t had a lot of first hand experience for a long time. He knows his husband is strong, physically, mentally, everything. It just. Doesn’t sit well with him. It still gnaws at his insides knowing he’s on Earth, fighting without him, and he has no idea what condition he’s in.

The thought hits him hard, the urge to cry even though he can’t. “If you want to stay here, you can.” Voice much softer now, the thoughts really getting to him. Horrible, terrible thoughts of his Dallas dying and not being able to come back. “I have to go to Earth. I can’t stay here knowing something might happen to him. I mean… I’ll come back for you later if you want, but..” He isn’t staying. He just can’t.

Ricochet exhales -- more of a sound than anything -- and then presses his mouth shut tightly. He knows at that point that there's nothing he could say or do to stop Blaise from going. And he knows that it means he has to go, too, even if he feels absolutely terrified at the mere thought.

"I'm not going to let you go alone." He says, words that could almost be brave-sounding if they didn't come from him of all people. "But, Peanut... we have to be careful." He said, then, knowing that there were times that Blaise got a little... irrational. "Go in slowly, see what's going on before we rush right into the middle of it. Okay?"

He’s half expecting the words to fly right over his head and be ignored, but he quickly adds. “We’ll take my ship back.”  That way, he could have at least a little more control than Blaise blindly flying right into what could easily be a deadly situation.

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unsettlingvoid:

He’s still surprised when Ricochet says no, eyes flashing brighter for a second. Not used to hearing no, not from Ricochet at least, the person that always tried to appease him in any way possible.

“Of course Dallas is going to say to stay here!” Grip tightens against Ricochet’s arms without realizing it. “He doesn’t think I know how to fight!” Most of the time Dallas brushes him off as being a novice Warlock, when in reality his abilities probably surpass his. He’s not about to sit around on Venus while his husband is facing a life or death situation.

His mind scrambles for anything he can use to convince Ricochet that they need to go back, finally his thoughts stopping on Dev. “And what about Dev? What if he needs us? And Andreas??” He pauses, thinking about how Andreas was probably more helpless than Dev ever would be. “We’ll be careful! But we can’t stay here.”

The grip on his arm tightened almost painfully and, unsurprisingly, Blaise didn't back down from trying to convince him to go back to the city. Ricochet's gaze flicks to the side when his boyfriend continues to speak, saying that Dallas underestimated him -- which was true. Blaise was stronger than he looked, terrifyingly so, but Ricochet could understand why Dallas didn't want to think that. It was hard to really realize see Blaise as anything other than small and in need of protecting... until you were at the other end of his wrath.

Luckily, he doesn't have time to dwell on that thought, because Blaise pushes forward. Bringing up the same names that had passed through Ricochet's mind only a minute before -- Dev and Andreas. He looks back at Blaise, feeling completely hesitant and unsure about anything in that moment. It didn't take much to convince Ricochet to do something. His will was very weak.

"Peanut." He says the name again, half whining in a 'please just listen to me' way. But he knows that's probably hopeless -- yet, he's not ready to give up, not yet. "I'm sure they're fine. I'm sure everyone will be fine." His voice, of course, does not sound like he believes it, because he's starting to worry himself now. "I'm sure the Comms are back already -- r... right, Baby?"

He turns towards his own Ghost, who is floating there, watching him with a concerned eye (he can tell). She whirls quietly for a moment, before she swishes back and forth and beeps sadly. Nothing.

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@worldclasscoward

“I always feel at home when I’m on Venus.” Blaise tells Ricochet, their fingers laced together, leaning back to watch the sunset together. The perfect season for viewing, when the sunset lasts for days and days. That’s why he timed the trip this way.

“I mean, I guess in a way I am.” But that was another lifetime. One he’d long forgotten, now as a Guardian. But he’d been revived on Venus, and he and Trinket had found his old files in Clovis Bray. Some of them, at least. Enough of them to get a sense of who he’d been. “And in another way I’m not.”

Home is back in the Tower with Dallas, as much as he wishes it weren’t. Not the Dallas part, the Tower part. There’s no avoiding that though, his husband will never be able to leave that damn Wall. Protecting it is his whole life.

But before there’s any chance for Ricochet to reply, Trinket appears, hovering just above the two of them. “Blaise.” He’s hesitant but there’s an obvious urgency that the Warlock picks up on. It isn’t at all how his Ghost would normally address him. “A transmission from Dallas.”

The grip on Ricochet’s hand loosens and he leans forward, gaze locked on Trinket. “Play it.”

Only a short pause before Trinket begins playing the message, Dallas’ voice even more serious than it normally is. “Blaise — Do not come home until I contact you again. The city is compromised.”

Compromised?

“I want you to stay safe on Venus. I need to know that you’re safe while—” An explosion in the background, muffled and far away. Blaise feels his throat get tight, his heart racing. “– while we deal with this. Okay?” Static. A small pause. “I love you.” Blaise waits for more, but there is no more. He wants there to be more, though he doesn’t know why. What more would there before for him to say? That it’s a joke? Dallas would never joke like that.

“That’s all.” Trinket says. “I can’t seem to get through on any of the comms. I keep checking but. Nothing. I’m not able to send anything back.”

Dallas. The City. Compromised. The comms are dead. He doesn’t know how to react, his entire body frozen in disbelief. This can’t be right, he just talked to Dallas a few hours ago. Just like he always did, right before he started his daily shift at the Wall. “K-keep trying.” His voice shakes, what if something happens to Dallas? What if something already happened to Dallas??

Trinket only beeps in confirmation.

“Ricochet.” He’s able to move again, instantly grabbing for his boyfriend’s arms. Desperate, trembling. “We have to go back. We have to go back! I know he said not to but–” There is no but, he has to go. He doesn’t feel any sort of allegiance to the Tower or the City, he never has, but his husband!! There’s not a chance he won’t go back for him.

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The first few days of the trip, Ricochet had been a little nervous. Blaise hadn't told him until they'd already gotten to Venus that Dallas didn't exactly know Ricochet was going to be there, too -- the titan just thought that Blaise was going to Venus alone for some studying. Part of him half-expected Dallas to find out, to show up (even though he knew Dallas didn't leave the city) and tear him to pieces.

But, as the days passed, he started to settle down. They were having a good time -- exploring ruins, sitting there while Blaise read, screaming like a little kid when a Minotaur was after him -- and now, time to watch the long sunset.

It seemed perfect. But, of course, perfect couldn't last for long. "You always seem happier when you're here." Ricochet commented passively as Blaise spoke, tilting his head, about to move in to give the smaller exo a peck on the cheek when Trinket appeared.

And just like that, Blaise moved forward away from Ricochet's face, and Ricochet frowned just slightly, turning his attention to the Ghost as well. A message from Dallas? Again, a nervousness prickled in his stomach.

And, the message was played, and the nervousness turned into full-blown fear. The explosion that could be heard felt like it rang in Ricochet's head, echoing. The city was being attacked?

Everything was in the city. Everyone was in the city. Dallas -- Andreas -- the babies -- Dev. Oh, shit, Dev. Last time Ricochet had spoken to his husband, Dev had plans that involved being specifically in the city. His heart was beating in his chest, starting to panic, but the feeling of Blaise grabbing at him snapped him out of it in that moment.

Blaise -- Peanut -- looking at his boyfriend's face, he realized he had to try to be calm for him. Dev would be fine. Dev would get away and find him. That's what he always did. Dev would find him.

But for now... "Peanut, no." He found himself saying, shaking his head. The last thing he wanted to do was put Blaise in danger, or go against Dallas' direct orders. "It's still safe here. Dallas wants you to be safe."

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♥ : Your muse crying about something (andreas)

As soon as he got the unexpected message, Ricochet had been suspicious that something was wrong with Andreas. It was almost 2 in the morning, a time that was a little late to plan an unexpected visit -- but, of course, he told him it was okay to come over, anyway. He wasn't doing anything else that night, and even if he had plans, there was a good chance he would have put them on hold for Andreas, anyway.

When Andreas arrived, Ricochet barely got a few words of greeting before Andreas was coming onto him, pushing him onto the bed and kissing him. Andreas slid long coat he was wearing off, showing that he was only in a pair of small underwear -- something that didn't surprise Ricochet at all.

Okay, Ricochet thought. Andreas was just in one of those moods where he needed to be worshiped a bit. He could do that. His hands traveled up and down Andreas' sides -- over his flat chest -- downwards, resting on his boyfriend's hips as he leaned forward, whispering, "You know, you’re really beautiful."

He expected to hear Andreas laugh. For his boyfriend to tell him 'of course'. Andreas knew he looked good, though Ricochet was sure he appreciated hearing it either way. But no reply came, and it was then that Ricochet realized that something was weird. He pulled back, trying to meet Andreas' gaze, only to see the awoken's eyes turned way, to the side.

"Andreas?" He said, "What's--" But before he could even ask fully, Andreas slid back off his lap, shifting to sit on the edge of the bed. Raising a hand up, Ricochet hesitantly reached out, letting his fingertips rest against the skin of Andreas' shoulder. His boyfriend still wasn't looking at him, now, head turned the other direction, but he didn't reject the touch.

"What's wrong?" He couldn't imagine what he could have done in that moment, if he'd messed this situation up somehow, or if Andreas had something bigger going on. Shifting closer, boner forgotten then, he came to sit next to Andreas instead, catching a glimpse of Andreas' wet eyes, his heart sank.

He put his arm around Andreas, then, fingers resting gently on his side. "Talk to me." He offered, his voice soft.