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brevityisnotmywit · 27 days

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so this -should- be done today, so I figured I'd share it's official title. "You Caught Me In A Moment Weak" other options were "I Said It. I Didn't. It Doesn't Matter." "I've Known The Warmth Of Your Doorways." "Brush The Ashes Off Your Shoulders." "Barbed Wire In A Parallel Universe."

have some excerpts from my upcoming enemies to lovers locington fic

THESE ARE SUBJECT TO CHANGE

“You’re upset that I’m being sociable?”

“I’m not upset.” Washington sits back, watching the Feds milling about below them. “I’m trying to figure you out. Also you're not being sociable. You know that.”

+++

Locus hums softly, mulling it over. “You don’t plan on staying with them forever.”

It was an observation. Not a question. Not an accusation. A simple statement of facts.

“...Probably not.”

There it is. That’s why he was pushing Blue team so hard. “Do they know?”

More under the cut

“Why, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to woo me, Locus.” The Freelancer teased him. “Trying to get me to team up with you?”

+++

Felix: you have a good first date?

Locus: Don't.

Felix: whaaat? i bet he's hot…for a guy in his forties.

Locus: Irrelevant.

+++

He doesn’t want to focus on the real reason for his anger. Doesn’t want to admit how he found some small part of the Agent relatable. How the man’s current choices present an obnoxious ‘what if?’.

Damn it all, he’s getting attached.

+++

But the man was on the floor, so he could leverage his size to force submission.

There’s a sound he wasn’t anticipating. A wet, strained chuckle.

“H-hit a nerve?”

+++

A smirk splits Felix’s face like a honey coated blade. Danger lurking below the thin veneer of sweetness. “That’s my boy.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Sure, babe.”

“Nor that.”

+++

Locus was well aware the Agent had been keeping him in his sights. In an ideal world, the man would have recognized he belonged on their side, but alas.

“You know, you might see our similarities, Locus.”

He’d be blind not to.

+++

Anyway dunno when I'll be done with this but I wanted to share

#rvb #red vs blue #locington

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brevityisnotmywit · 1 month

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have some excerpts from my upcoming enemies to lovers locington fic

THESE ARE SUBJECT TO CHANGE

“You’re upset that I’m being sociable?”

“I’m not upset.” Washington sits back, watching the Feds milling about below them. “I’m trying to figure you out. Also you're not being sociable. You know that.”

+++

Locus hums softly, mulling it over. “You don’t plan on staying with them forever.”

It was an observation. Not a question. Not an accusation. A simple statement of facts.

“...Probably not.”

There it is. That’s why he was pushing Blue team so hard. “Do they know?”

More under the cut

“Why, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to woo me, Locus.” The Freelancer teased him. “Trying to get me to team up with you?”

+++

Felix: you have a good first date?

Locus: Don't.

Felix: whaaat? i bet he's hot…for a guy in his forties.

Locus: Irrelevant.

+++

Damn it all, he’s getting attached.

+++

But the man was on the floor, so he could leverage his size to force submission.

There’s a sound he wasn’t anticipating. A wet, strained chuckle.

“H-hit a nerve?”

+++

A smirk splits Felix’s face like a honey coated blade. Danger lurking below the thin veneer of sweetness. “That’s my boy.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Sure, babe.”

“Nor that.”

+++

Locus was well aware the Agent had been keeping him in his sights. In an ideal world, the man would have recognized he belonged on their side, but alas.

“You know, you might see our similarities, Locus.”

He’d be blind not to.

+++

Anyway dunno when I'll be done with this but I wanted to share

#red vs blue #rvb #WIP #locington #locusxwashington

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brevityisnotmywit · 1 month

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Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Red vs. Blue

Relationships:

The Meta | Agent Maine/Agent Washington

Agent Carolina/Agent York (Red vs. Blue)

Characters:

The Meta | Agent Maine

Agent Washington (Red vs. Blue)

Agent Carolina (Red vs. Blue)

Agent York (Red vs. Blue)

Agent North Dakota (Red vs. Blue)

Agent Wyoming | Reginald

Butch Flowers | Agent Florida

Agent Texas | AI Program Beta

The Director | Dr. Leonard Church

The Counselor | Aiden Price

Sleeveless Insurrectionist (Red vs. Blue)

Additional Tags:

Alternate Universe

Wash is an AI

Human AI Romance

background Yorklina

Canon-Typical Violence

Cuddling & Snuggling

Mutual Pining

Idiots in Love

Fluff

Language: English

Stats: Published: 2024-03-24

Words:4,051

Chapters:1/1

#red vs blue #rvb #mainewash

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brevityisnotmywit · 1 month

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Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Red vs. Blue

Relationship:

The Meta | Agent Maine/Agent Washington

Characters:

The Meta | Agent Maine

Agent Washington (Red vs. Blue)

Frank "Doc" DuFresne

Additional Tags:

there's only one bed

Sharing a Bed

Trust Issues

Paranoia

Cuddling & Snuggling

Caught in the Rain

Asexual Relationship

Denial of Feelings

Self-Denial

Language: English

Stats: Published:2024-03-18 Words:2,592 Chapters:1/1

#red vs blue #rvb #mainewash #fluff

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brevityisnotmywit · 2 months

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Rating:Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning:No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:M/M

Fandom:Red vs. Blue

Relationship:The Meta | Agent Maine/Agent Washington

Characters:Agent Washington (Red vs. Blue), Michael J. Caboose, Lavernius Tucker

Additional Tags:Past Relationship(s), Vomiting, Guilt, Self-Hatred, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Canon Compliant, Angst

Language:English Stats:

Published:2024-03-15 Words:1,107

#red vs blue #rvb #mainewash

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brevityisnotmywit · 2 months

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Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

Multi

Fandom:

Red vs. Blue

Relationship:

The Meta | Agent Maine/Agent Washington

Characters:

Agent Washington (Red vs. Blue)

Lavernius Tucker

Kaikaina Grif | Sister

Michael J. Caboose

Agent Carolina (Red vs. Blue)

Additional Tags:

Past Relationship(s)

Canon Compliant

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

Omegaverse

Mating Cycles/In Heat

Alternate Universe - Shapeshifters

Shapeshifting

Pack Dynamics

Language: English

Series: Part 1 of α/β/Ω (and I don't mean AI)

Stats: Published:2024-03-13 Words:3,748 Chapters:1/1

#red vs blue #rvb #mainewash #abo #omegaverse

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brevityisnotmywit · 3 months

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Waiting For The Worms

Rabid Pneumonia: Also known as Tar Lung, or Wet Lung. A respiratory disease that eventually attacks the brain of its host, driving them to violence.

The pandemic has been ravaging Equestria for five months...Twilight is running out of time.

(Content Warnings: Zombie AU, Gore, Major Character Death, Disease.)

Five months have passed since the initial outbreak.

One hundred and fifty three long days of fear and mourning.

Two hundred twenty thousand three hundred twenty minutes of desperate attempts to combat this sickness.

It took a few weeks before Twilight had identified the reason they had so much trouble containing the disease. It was something so universal, so basic…something no one could live without.

Water. This damned plague spread through fresh water. True, a bite from an infected creature would transfer it, but its main method of transmission was something every living thing required. It wasn’t even like the princess had meant to discover this. No, she had gone to refill the coolant tanks for her lab when she noticed it.

Some poor filly, lost in the pain of the sickness, had dragged her broken body to the banks of the river. This puzzled Twilight. By this point, it was clear that the little pony was in the final stages of Rabid Pneumonia. She would have been suffering from hydrophobia, surely. And yet here she was, gagging on the black bile flooding her lungs. After many long moments, the pathetic creature hurls herself into the stream, startling Twilight.

Of course she was aware of how often they had to fish bodies out of the reservoir. She’d just presumed that it was due to the rainy season washing them downhill…she had a new panel to run.

After that, they tasked the pegasi and dragons with getting the word out. All water had to be boiled and filtered before drinking. It helped, but not nearly enough.

Month two is when they had to accept that magic wouldn’t fix this. The four princesses had called upon Discord to work towards a spell to address this. Between the five of them, there was nothing they couldn’t do…or so they thought.

Tar Lung could bounce back from anything they cast.

Discord was particularly stunned by this. He certainly wasn’t used to putting in effort to get what he wanted. By the time it was clear that they would have to resort to modern medicine, the draconequus seemed to fall into a depressive episode. He’d blipped away, presumably to the fortified home he had built for Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie. The latter had moved in after she’d lost her husband and their daughter…

Shortly after that, Cadence had heard of the illness reaching the Crystal Kingdom. She rushed home, only to report that she would be unable to leave her people. A week later, Twilight received the news that her brother had contracted it.

She scowled, and shook her head. If her magic didn’t help, that was fine. Twilight never let herself lose sight of the practical side of her studies. She was particularly skilled in chemistry. So she called upon anyone experienced in medicine. Earth ponies, Pegasi, Unicorns, Kirin, Zebras, if you knew your way around a lab, you were invited.

Zecora had been a big help to their cause. She had convinced a few buffalo to join her, one of which was Little Strongheart’s daughter. The zebra made it clear that Twilight was to show the utmost respect to all who answered her summons. If the princess didn’t understand traditional methods, that didn’t mean they had no merit.

The implied accusation stung, but Twilight understood why Zecora made it. She’d definitely had moments of dismissing science she considered primitive.

As it would turn out, some of the biggest advances the team made began with the group helmed by the zebra. Their deep knowledge of the local ecosystem had resulted in significant breakthroughs. They hit a snag when the disease mutated again. The first documented jump was to the local population of timber wolves. They hadn’t anticipated it would be able to spread to plants…

Ink Rot meant a whole different threat.

Applejack wasted no time in assembling a crew to figure out why their crops had begun to die. Clearly it was related to the pandemic, but how? Tar Lung started as a respiratory disease, it shouldn’t impact this.

And yet, here they were.

Thankfully Ink Rot didn’t seem to be able to transmit to animals. At least, not like the virus could. It definitely could make you sick if you consumed too much contaminated matter. But it just resulted in something akin to food poisoning. The biggest danger was how it weakened the immune system.

Anyone recovering from Ink Toxicity was significantly more likely to contract Tar Lung. Even if they took every possible precaution. The sickness was getting stronger every passing moment.

Applejack was the one that suggested rain was no longer safe. After the outbreak, Cloudsdale had allowed the weather to self-regulate. They would do their best to prevent natural disasters, but their numbers had been falling to the virus at a significant rate.

As the storms rolled through, cases would skyrocket. Out of frustration, Applejack lamented that the petrichor smelled sour. Of course. Of course it was the rain. They couldn’t possibly boil every lake in the world.

The timber wolves had started to reach the final stages, so they would likely be drowning themselves like the previous carriers. Zecora had guessed that Ink Rot stemmed from their decaying branches.

Twilight issues a command to have Cloudsdale evacuated. She finds some comfort in the knowledge that Dash wasn’t around to see her home in this state…wherever she was. The princess tried not to dwell on her fallen friends. They both would just tell her to keep working on the cure.

A few days after the fall of the pegasi kingdom, Zecora caught it. The moment the acidic bile began to seep from her snout, she walked into a holding cell. She reassured Twilight from her glass cage that everything would make sense soon. The alicorn had everything she needed to save the world.

It was a rough few weeks, watching one of her most valuable teammates collapse under the strain of the sickness. Watching as it reached her brain, being forced to hear the zebra rip at her burning chest. The wet choking echoing off the walls…Twilight cried herself to sleep regularly.

She was failing her community. She was running out of time.

Which brings us to now.

Five months.

One hundred and fifty three days.

Two hundred twenty thousand three hundred twenty minutes.

A brilliant flash blinds the princess. She scrubs at her eyes, squinting against the light. She’s surprised at who stands before her. The lord of chaos himself. Discord had returned. He looks exhausted. His thin mane had grown out, forming mats that swung heavily as he offered a half-hearted bow. His mismatched eyes were haunted…something was wrong.

“Discord?” Twilight asks softly, not wanting to startle him. The lab had too many delicate items to risk him bolting on her. “...What happened?”

It was clear from his expression that he anticipated the question. The draconequus knew she was a clever one. She saw right through him. As per usual. His voice is rough, as though he’d been screaming for hours.

“Observant as always, princess .” He spits out her title like the word is rotten on his tongue. “I take it you’re not getting anywhere?”

The jab digs into her spirit like an arrow. Twilight’s wings lift subtly, making her appear bigger. “We’ve made significant progress towards a cure. We’ll have our vaccine by the end of the year.” She snorts, flicking her tail. “Not that you care.”

The air shifts. Discord’s form distorts, chaos magic leaking out. The princess catches a glimpse of his true appearance. A twisting fractal, branching out into impossible angles and planes. He snarls, teeth rotating and multiplying endlessly. After a very tense moment, he reels his power in. The window into his reality closes.

The venom in his voice remains. “I resent that accusation.”

Twilight forces herself to stand strong. She was the only one that could fight him if needed. “State your business.” She snaps. “But I’m only going to warn you once. If you do anything to jeopardize our work, I will not hesitate to stop you. Keep that in mind.”

“Oh I’m so frightened, I just might shake myself apart.”

“ Discord .” She takes a step towards him.

“Ugh, you’re still no fun.” He rolls his eyes. Literally. Before Twilight can respond, Discord’s tone becomes serious again. “I’m here to help you.”

“You know none of our magic works against it.” The princess reminds him.

“ Yes . I am distinctly aware of how useless I appear to you.” He folds his arms, his tail flicking with irritation. “This whole thing has gone too far. You need someone that can get you anything in a matter of seconds. I am your obedient servant .”

He punctuates this with another, more dramatic bow.

Something’s happened, Twilight realizes. “Not that I’m going to turn you down but…why are you offering this now? You could have shown up at any moment, you know.”

“They caught it.” Discord states bluntly.

Twilight doesn’t need clarification on who ‘they’ are.

“I couldn’t protect them…I poured everything I had into keeping my-” He pauses, glancing away. “Keeping them safe from this. You know me, I could care less if this world implodes…or at least I did. I’m a selfish creature, it’s in my nature. I’m sure you understand.”

The princess nods, motioning for him to continue.

“...I can’t let them die, Twilight. I might not be able to snap this disease out of existence, but if I can do even the smallest thing to help expedite your work?” Discord meets her eyes, and she can see a hint of his old resolve. “I’ll make it happen. Just say the word…and please, we may be desperate, but let’s not forget our manners, hm?”

A harsh laugh bubbles up from Twilight’s chest. She can’t believe this is what it took to snap Discord from his isolation…actually, yes she can. This was perfectly in character for him.

“Alright. We can discuss details later, right now I need-” She was interrupted by a panicked Spike bursting into the room.

“Hey! Twilight, I’ve got a message from the Castle!” The dragon holds it out, allowing his friend to grab it with her magic.

She unfurls it, expecting a long update. What she does find, however, are three sentences that chill her to the bone.

‘The disease has breached the barrier. The Sisters are no longer with us. Please hurry…”

#my little pony #mlp fim #discord mlp #twilight sparkle #zecora #spike mlp #infection au #zombie apocalypse #cw: gore

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brevityisnotmywit · 1 year

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Statement [REDACTED]: Struck Down

[The recorder clicks on]

JON

[Partially cut off]-Alright?

THE LOOKOUT

Of course. Whatever works best, eh?

JON

[Sarcastic] ‘Best’ isn’t exactly the term I’d use.

THE LOOKOUT

When you’re in my profession, ‘best’ and ‘functional’ are one and the same. [Leans forward in the chair, it audibly creaks] I actually used to have one of these.

[A loud tap briefly messes with the audio]

JON

[Sternly] I’d appreciate it if you didn’t touch that.

THE LOOKOUT

[They snort, clearly amused] Gotcha, mate.

JON

[Takes a breath] Now then, shall we get started?

THE LOOKOUT

Sure, uh…is it like an interview, or…?

JON

Just- [He grumbles irritably. He pulls out a sheet of paper and a pen.] Let's start with you. Your name, occupation, that sort of thing.

[There’s a crackle of static, followed by a faint sound of wind.]

THE LOOKOUT

Ah, I’m afraid I can’t give you my name.

JON

Why not? [Tapping his pen]

THE LOOKOUT

It’s personal. [The sound of wind grows slightly louder, though it doesn’t seem to be affecting anything in the room] I’d hope you of all people understand.

JON

[Pauses, clearly more focused] What do you mean by that?

THE LOOKOUT

Surely you’ve dealt with people that value their privacy. Especially when it involves…hard to believe situations, to put it nicely.

JON

That’s true…[Sighs] Fine. Whatever you’re willing to share then.

[The sound of wind fades, barely audible, but still there]

THE LOOKOUT

Deal. [Sits back in chair] Guess you can call me The Lookout. It’s what I do after all. I’m part of a few firewatch crews. Mostly in the States, but right now I’m stationed in the Białowieża Forest, in Poland. The thing is, it doesn’t seem to matter -where- I am. There’s always some sort of spooky nonsense.

JON

Can you recall when this…’spooky nonsense’ started?

THE LOOKOUT

Back in…I think it was early May, 2009? Pretty sure that’s when it was. I was living near the Northern Rim of the Grand Canyon, in Arizona. I was 18, and my gran’ was pushing me to [Sarcastically mimicking an elderly woman’s voice] ‘do something with my life.’ I’d always liked to hike into the Kaibab. It’s a national forest out there, real pretty.

I’d always been picked on since we moved to the States in 2001. With all that happened that year, our new neighbors weren’t exactly…open to foreigners. So I was keen on a job where I didn’t have to deal with people. [Stutters] W-well, other than the odd lost tourist.

My boss at the time was called…Nate? Anyways, Nate took me aside after our ‘tour’ and told me something. Looking back, I really should have taken the old bastard more seriously. He said to me, “I need to tell ya’ somethin’ kid. You’re gonna see some things out here.”

I laughed at him. I know it was stupid, but I was a cocky teenager. Comes with the territory.

Nate scowled at me, and shook my shoulder. He almost -snarled- the rest. “You’re giggling now, but you’ll learn ya’ little shit. You treat the Forest nicely. She ain’t the sort to take mercy on her crew. She won’t keep ya’ safe from anythin’, natural or…otherwise.”

JON

Did he clarify what he meant?

THE LOOKOUT

[Mirthless laugh, the wind faintly increases] Nah, but he didn’t have to. It started after my first major fire. It was August of ‘09. Still dunno what started it, but I caught it out to the northwest of my tower. When we spot a fire, we mark it on our windows and call it in. But this one was -strange-.

Typically, we see these things long before they become an issue. This one was just [they snap their fingers] and there it was. Showed up a half mile from my post, looking like it had been going for a week. I thought maybe I was dehydrated. Arizona isn’t the most pleasant place to live. I tried to get a glass of water, but something was wrong with my tap. Not a drop would come out.

So I decide to check the pump-

JON

[Cuts in] Hold on, was this during the fire?

THE LOOKOUT

Uh…hm. Yes, I guess it was.

JON

You weren’t concerned for your safety?

THE LOOKOUT

I guess it does seem strange when you put it like that. I can’t precisely put it into words, but I knew it wasn’t an issue.

JON

…If you say so. Forgive me for interrupting. Continue, please.

THE LOOKOUT

Where was I?

JON

You were checking the pump.

THE LOOKOUT

Right, right. So I go out to see if the pump is clogged. It was a few meters away from the base of my tower. I’m walking towards the fire, essentially when my hair starts to stand up. If you didn’t know, that’s a sign of lightning. I dropped everything and tried to get to my tower.

The Forest Service always puts a bench inside. They’re sort of obsolete now. More of a lucky charm than anything. But I was terrified and thought, ‘If I can just reach the bench, I’ll be fine.’ [They trail off, looking into the distance]

JON

[After a long pause] I assume you made it?

THE LOOKOUT

No. [The sound of wind is much louder, a subtle crackle starting up] I was about 2 meters from the stairs when I was struck.

JON

[Tone is uncomfortable] Oh.

THE LOOKOUT

I woke up because I was cold.

JON

Cold? I thought there was a fire.

THE LOOKOUT

-Was- being the key word. After I’d passed out, this cloud opened up and dumped rain for several hours. The blaze was taken care of by the time I came to. Lucky break, right?

JON

You wouldn’t be here for a fluke.

THE LOOKOUT

[Laughs] No, I wouldn’t. I was struck by lightning three more times that season. Nate sent me home after the fourth one. He seemed convinced I was cursed.

JON

A reasonable assumption.

THE LOOKOUT

I don’t see it that way. Every time it happened, there was a flash fire. By the time I’m up again, it’s been flooded out.

JON

…If that’s how you want to look at it.

THE LOOKOUT

That’s how it’s gone everywhere I’m stationed. The forests aren’t the key, it happens where -I- am.

JON

What makes you say that?

THE LOOKOUT

Because I’ve had it happen in 12 American parks, and now it’s started again at my post in Poland.

JON

Ah.

THE LOOKOUT

The real reason I came is because of that most recent incident. I know it’s a bit…absurd to drive 16 hours, but I’ve had worse in the States.

JON

You -drove-?

[There’s an audible pop of electricity, JON is able to hear this one, making a startled sound]

THE LOOKOUT

With all that’s happened, I feel like I’m a bit of a risky fellow to put on a plane. Wouldn’t you agree?

JON

…Right. So what was different about the latest strike?

THE LOOKOUT

Well it’s two thing’s really. To start, I don’t pass out after I’m struck. I don’t know if my body is just used to it or what. Beyond that, and I know this sounds like I’m having a laugh but please know I’m telling you the truth.

JON

[After a moment, he speaks up] I’m not here to judge you. Keep going.

THE LOOKOUT

I’m able to control where they hit. [They stammer] W-within reason, of course…as reasonable as this can be.The Białowieża Forest can be…claustrophobic at times. My tower was in an exceptionally dense section…I just wanted-...no. I -needed- to see more of the sky. Like I had back in Arizona.

I -wanted- a fire to start. But I’d be arrested if I manually set it. After a few weeks I felt like I was being suffocated by the canopy. Most fire lookouts have moments of…losing themselves, but this was the first time for me.

It was last Monday, around two in the morning. I woke up with this unshakable need to get above the treeline. I don’t recall how, but I wound up on the roof of my tower, trying to climb the antenna. It wasn’t enough. I needed a permanent solution. That’s when I had the most odd urge.

Something in the back of my mind told me to will a bolt of lightning into existence. [They pause, sounding dejected when they speak again]

See, I knew you guys wouldn’t take me seriously.

JON

I didn’t say anything?

THE LOOKOUT

You didn’t have to. It’s clear from your expression. You think I’m a nutter.

[The wind begins to howl and seems to finally be affecting the room. Papers start blowing off the desk]

JON

[His voice is tense, tone carefully measured] I do not. I’m taking you very seriously. I want you to finish your story, but I need you to calm yourself. Can you try and do that for me?

[Both go quiet for a few minutes. The only sound is the wind and electrical crackle. Gradually, both fade into a whisper of their former strength.]

JON

[A relieved sigh. He gathers his scattered notes.] Good. Now, you were telling me about wanting a strike to happen.

THE LOOKOUT

Yes. I didn’t care what happened, I just needed space to breathe. So I glared at the treetops for what seemed like an eternity. I was about to give up when my hair stood on end again. I’ve never seen a bolt this strong. It felt like I…I dunno, -channeled- it. Like I was some kind of conduit. It passed through me and- have you ever seen what lightning does when it hits trees?

JON

I haven’t.

THE LOOKOUT

It makes the bark pop off. Almost like an explosion, and it kills the core of it. If you’re lucky, that’s all. But I wanted it to start a fire. I needed to clear the area so badly, and I don’t understand -why-. [They shift in their seat] I let it burn. Everything in a five meter radius of me had to go. I don’t know how I’m not dead, and that scares me terribly…

I don’t know what to do, Archivist. I came here because I feel like I’m becoming a danger to those around me, and I heard your organization handles things of this nature.

Can you help me?

JON

[Stands with a heavy sigh] Well, I need to make some calls, but I can most certainly try. Let me get someone to stay with you.

THE LOOKOUT

Would it be alright if you find me a room with a window?

JON

…I’ll see what I can do.

[The recorder clicks off]

((look, idk what to tell you, i got possessed by the idea of a vast!fire lookout and this is the result))

#the magnus archives #tma #fanfic #fan statement #tma oc #tma the lookout

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