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[agentdenver]

it's so 2013

welcome to the new age

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GUESS WHAT MOTHERFUCKER

AWW SHIT YOU GOT IN

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i know man austin's is messed the fuck up

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GUESS WHAT MOTHERFUCKER

AWW SHIT YOU GOT IN

#same with denver's but not as much #wtf tumblr

[agentdenver]

I AM OVERJOYED

ALSO GONNA REVAMP DENVER'S THEME BECAUSE WHY NOT?? BUCKET LIST

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GUESS WHAT MOTHERFUCKER

AWW SHIT YOU GOT IN

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ah there he is. that motherfucker. what a TOOL

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[agentdenver]

strums guitar

sings folk music

[agentdenver]

So I get back from school, and the inevitable has happened.

It's heart-string wrenching stuff, really. But I'm going to take the chance to say that though this may have been my first RP, I can imagine that nothing else could top it and the people involved.

So anyway.

You can find me on my personal at: seniorcitzensandwich.tumblr.com

And my skype: paddlepopsbear

<3

[agentdenver]

ooc,

[agentdenver]

It really is that obvious.

Denver's hand went to the back of his neck, his fingers sliding across as he listened to her. He hadn't expected her to be so up front, but then, it was the same as back on Meridian; back when she had approached him with a beer in hand and that Ich mag du on her lips, and her straightforward words had taken him aback just as they did now.

But force? Was he? The fingers slipped from his neck completely, dropping to rest at his side. He didn't even know. He didn't know how to proceed with any of this; it just seemed like the first thing to do, perhaps to make up for her having to be in his mind without even knowing if she had wanted to be, to at least show that she had the rights now to use what was his as she pleased.

Then on the other hand, the wicked edged blade of paranoia told him that she was probably right- if one could see it so easily, she must be.

So he said "I'm sorry, I guess you're right," with a small smile, as it seemed like the most appropriate response to her laugh. Though he didn't add that he had had his time; he had it every day, waking in the early hours of the morning and starting his day by resting his eyes on the jumper still lying on the couch arm, and her books on his desk amidst the paper work, and the flowers and plants that sat in the pots all around his room, the shelves they were on littered with dead foliage that stood out against the bright stems and petals due to a mix of not bothering to turn on the careful constructed lights around them as often as he once did, and not having the heart to clean it all away. He had it when he sat down to do work, where Topeka's tags that Phoenix had given him hung from the desk lamp, twinkling in the light, and when he got dressed and saw that one love-heart embroidered sweater hanging in his closet amidst all the other more low-key wear.

And he wouldn't give any of that time up for the world, because that was his world, and it was a world which Tara was now inevitable becoming a part of, for better or worse.

"Still," he continued, waving his hand lightly, "I may as well. If you live in my 'fucking' brain, then you may as well get to know where I actually 'fucking' live." He smiled, then paused for a moment. "Or where we live," he added, an afterthought, though he narrowed his eyes slightly as it crossed his mind. Acadia had practically lived in the place more than he did, and typically, whenever he entered on his own agenda he'd often find her there, curled up on the couch or the bed either reading or knitting.

But then Tara was different. He had never really thought of it much before, what the other agents and their AI might be like with each other. Maybe she and Tallahassee, and she and Cheyenne had been different, and he was making himself out like an idiot to her.

Perhaps it'd just be better if he stopped talking so much, and then when he did, all those paranoid voices would come back to yammer to keep him company in the silence.

He cleared his throat, barely audible, and nodded to the hall forward. "It's, well, the men's rooms are on down a bit." She'd already know, you realise. "You don't have to stick around, you can just get you bearings if  you want."

And as he took a couple of steps forward to lead, he didn't look at her to see if she'd follow, and that small voice questioned whether she'd be forcing herself to.

Something On My Mind || Tara & Denver

#para: 2 become 1 #you can just para that they're walking or they reach the room or even not if you don't want to idk #life your life #also i ended this terribly sorry homie

[agentdenver]

It felt like so long ago since he had first underwent implantation, but then he had been the first, hadn't he? Paired with A.I. Aquarius, the first of the Zodiac units and assigned to him even before she knew what life felt like, all based on their proposed compatibility for one another.

He had always wondered what had made him so special to have the first. In all honesty there was nothing, probably. It just made him the first to know just how uncomfortable the procedure was.

And the first to realise just how much a blessing in disguise an AI was.

But he and Acadia- they had instantly connected to one another. He couldn't remember a period of hostility towards each other, or awkwardness, or anything else to put a kink in things before 'things' had even properly begun. She had just simply slipped into his life, as if she had been there from the start; almost like a daughter, though he knew others would find the notion ridiculous.

And so his smile subdued itself when she didn't turn her eyes to meet with his own, and though the shine in his eyes didn't extinguish it faded, much more temperate now. That natural connection wasn't there. There wasn't some sort of instantaneous bonding. No new revelations without words even being necessary between each other. Perhaps that connection hadn't been there for Cheyenne, either- only Tallahassee, which could be a symptom as to why it never worked out for her, and why it could very well not work out for him.

The first time he had met Acadia, she became akin to a daughter to him. The first time he had met Tara, she became an acquaintance.

But that meant nothing. He had to persevere. And the first step to persevering would be at least making some semblance of an effort to get comfortable with her and tone down the awkwardness that threatened to hang stagnant in the air if he didn't say something. But what could he say? He didn't even know how to begin to make small talk with her, to do anything more than just nod and agree with the comment she made, and then moments later he didn't need to, as her eyes finally looked up at him and he could feel himself being studied by them.

I'm really not. 

He was looking at her, and her lips didn't move. But he heard her voice, hardly clear as day within his mind- more a murmur, and seconds passed by as he took his own opportunity to study her, her synthetic skin flawless. He didn't ask her: 'I'm really not what?', though he had no idea what she meant by those words, even if his subconscious, the only thing that had pointed out who she wasn't, did.

His heart thumped in his chest, though by all appearances he seemed nothing more than normal. It was safest to reason that he was imagining it, or maybe she hadn't meant for him to hear her. He didn't know. Probably over thinking it. Stop over thinking it. Keep talking.

"All the same, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I would've thought you'd of been back there," he gestured with a hand behind him, in the vague direction of where he had just emerged from implantation, "instead of out here." Another hand gesture, encompassing the empty area around them. Nothing much of interest was around, really; it was just the two of them.

"So did you want to go somewhere, or did you have somewhere else to be, or someone else to see, or..." He trailed off, shifting on his feet. Still not knowing what to say- seemed like he was getting like this an awful lot since he had woken up with Acadia dead beside him.

"... Or I can show you my room, if you'd like." That sounded weird. "I mean, just so you know where it is; you're free to come and go now as you please. Some of Aquarius' things are still lying around in there, but if you want you can just..."

For a moment, he lost contact with her eyes, his own pair flicking away for barely a millisecond. "You can just move them, if you need the space for anything."

Those icy blue eyes.

Something On My Mind || Tara & Denver

#para: 2 become 1

[agentdenver]

Something On My Mind || Tara & Denver

Against the metal wall, calloused fingers tapped with apprehension.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

He would've wondered if the woman around the corner could hear it, but the sound fell deaf on his own ears; the voices of doubt and uncertainty in his mind blotting out the noise.

Turn the corner.

                          Talk to her.

She's your AI now, remember?

                But then; what was it? There's a reason why you had Acadia.

There was a reason why Cheyenne had Tara.

              She wasn't made for you; you're just her replacement.

But all the same, she's in your head now. Wonder if she's tuning in for this conversati-

                                  What are you doing?

The tapping ceased, Denver's right index finger pausing just above the solid surface. Really, if the same words had been said in reality by someone else they would've hung in the air, him acting as if they were unanswerable.

But he knew exactly what he was doing. He was stalling himself. Procrastinating. He was standing by a wall wasting time, too anxious and terrified to face what lay around the bend whilst being fully aware of the stupidity of it all- and she was already implanted within him, for god's sake! Shouldn't this have been all too familiar for him; the weight of someone else sharing your mind through an implantation chip buzzing with their life?

Denver took a breath. Closed his eyes. Exhaled. Opened eyes, staring at the other wall parallel from the one he had his back pressed against with a hand still hovering, that final tap never completed as his digits curled into a fist that was dropped down to his side, his tense shoulders relaxing as he did so.

Another breath. And then-

He pushed himself from the wall, turning the corner and Tara's form came into full sight. The incessant mental questions continued (How long has she been out here? Was she waiting for you to wake up from it? Is she annoyed at you? No, wait; she didn't seem all that annoyed about this on Meridian, did she?) but it was all background noise as he approached, slipping into the usual placid façade.

"I apologise; I have a feeling I was dead to the world for longer than anticipated."

He tried on a smile to greet her as he came by her side, but he couldn't help himself; it was a genuine one that came in its place, his eyes brightening despite himself and for a moment, he was his old self again.

That weight and presence within his mind was a familiarity, and it was welcomed, and even in his mind he didn't hear the voices continuing to question that-

She's not Acadia.

#para: 2 become 1 #falls off a building and allows self to splatter #i need to come to terms with how corny my writing is

[agentdenver]

ooc,

Anyway so just as a little list for myself I owe Tara and Helena on Denver, and Carina on Crux which I'll try and put up when I can.

#ooc

[agentdenver]

such beautiful family

#i'm frickin crying what is this #WHY IS THERE A MOLE #IS THAT OUR CHILD

[agentdenver]

"Ich nicht mag diese Parteien. Bist du ein gut zeit?"

...What?

His shoulders stiffened, though not out of malice or hostility. Outside of his thoughts, he hadn't heard that tongue on another being in years; ruled out in favour of English as everything he used to know to be so common place to him was left behind. Or on the flip side of things, perhaps he was going crazy; the remnants of memories from home finally cracking at his composure and breaking down the walls to reality, leaving him a mental case.

Fantastisch. Just what he needed. On the brighter side of things, at least it had the propensity to be more of a 'holiday' than what Solace had turned out to be. And if he lacked the sanity to distinguish between his old life and the one that possessed the entirety of his being now, well, was that necessarily a bad thing?

But the voice sounded real, very real, real enough to warrant a glance behind him to check, almost anticipating the fiery red hair of the-

Oh.

Despite having her back to him, he couldn't help but recognise Tara's form, her frame swathed with the vibrant red fabric that he seen numerous times throughout the evening, making herself clear amidst all the dressy suits and pastel gowns that made up the large portion of the crowd. In her hand she held, out of all things, a bottle of Beck's; the first real drink he had seen throughout the evening when champagne flutes and wine had reigned supreme.

Denver stared at her for a moment, his eyes creased with-- puzzlement? Surprise? For a strange moment, he was almost tempted to burst into laughter at her absurdly direct tone as she continued on- almost robotic, though he wouldn't be inclined to say such a thing to her face; but it was just so, so...

Well, to put it simply, he had never had someone he'd barely spoken to before offer him a beer, assure him without changing pace that it was German, and then go on to straight up say they liked him without so much as a 'sie' to be heard of- all whilst not even facing him.

But then... there it was, still without a beat. The whole 'I'm sad, I'm sorry, such a terrible loss' that only Atlanta had seemed to understand he had no desire for and in the end, were just wasted words that called back memories.

Though he understood, and such things were inevitable when there was not much else to say. After a brief pause of hesitation and not feeling like he had much of a choice, he accepted the bottle from her, giving the label a cursory glance before he did anything else, largely because he had not a clue what to say for a moment and vaguely picking up on the fact that this wasn't a German produced Beck's, a sure symptom that taste would be nowhere near as superior as the original.

Though it was the thought that counted, and flipping off the pre-loosened cap he took a drawn out swig before replying, no one yet facing each other.

"I understood, but we may as well stick to English." It's what you're comfortable with, is it not?

He took another swig, the awkwardness of the situation not quite lost of him. Tasted like garbage, this commercialised version did, and there was a smile threatening to twitch at the very corners of his lips. 'Es ist Deutsch' indeed, Tara.

"So, uh; not enjoying the party, are we? But then again, I'm not either. I guess we've got that in common already."

Ich mag du? Well I guess you're not too bad yourself, either.

Leave Your Soul At The Door || Denver & Tara

#para: 2 become 1 #what the fuck kind of language was that i don't put up with this shit #tara's german is the best thing i've ever heard #i don't even know anything about beer #does this even make any sense

[agentdenver]

Leave Your Soul At The Door || Denver & Tara

So that was that.

In the films Denver had seen, funerals and other such solemn occasions were inadvertently solemn affairs; not only in the tone of the attendees, but in the weather, the colours, and the dark cloud that inescapably hung overhead.

The memorial service that had taken place on Meridian had been a much different affair to the realms of fiction, however. For one, the sun had been shining as bright and glorious as ever upon the sombre procession being held underneath it, and it had been as colourful an occasion as anything else on the planet. All in all, not very representative on the moods of the people involved, but then again, perhaps it had just been Denver that had felt terrible during the whole thing and had wanted nothing more than to just leave, as necessary as the affair was.

But then, what followed after was worse. A magnificent ballroom, the function afterwards elected to be held in the glamorous Prima Astra- among the finest of what Meridian had to offer and filled to the brim with UNSC officials and insistent waiters toting their trays of champagne and hor d'oeuvres. He didn't even know how to act, how to do anything aside from just hover by the immaculately polished and white cloth laden tables, and it wasn't purely out of finding the contrast from the memorial mere hours ago blinding.

This sort of place, with all its finery and affluence... not once had he been in a place anything like it, with the majority of the sights of his life moving on from drab factories and boroughs to the military and the utilitarianism that followed in its wake. Acadia would've liked this sort of thing, he knew, and so would've he if she'd been by his side to experience it, a new wonder to behold for the both of them.

But on his own, he just saw it for what it was. A party, a social event, a chance to act for one evening like they weren't the soldiers they were, and try and wish as he could, there was no room for him to enjoy it like the rest, so the sidelines was the rut he had been forced into, until he felt a presence creep up behind him, a waiter no doubt- perhaps the same fiery red headed one that had approached him five times already, her spirit never backing down each time he declined.

"I'm not hungry, thank you," he mumbled, not even turning his head to see who it was, taking one hand from his crossed arms and waving it to signal that they may as well move on to another agent or official, as they seemed far more enthusiastic throughout the whole thing than he.

Not that he was usually so dismissive. Not that he was usually so uncaring, either. 

#para: 2 become 1 #here you are little biscuit #ugh this is probs the least imaginative thing i've written sorry my friend

[agentdenver]

#tbd #well if no one is going to write the fanfiction #i will

[agentdenver]

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STOP THAT