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Hi, this is Elis here! I saw your ocs pass by here and it made me curious. Do your ocs usually like to travel slow and take in every aspect of the journey, or are they the types to rush it to get to their final destination? Feel free to answer this for whoever you want!
~ Travel Companion Elis🦗
Hello Elis! It's nice to meetcha!
Theres a lotta OCs here, so I'm gonna put 'em into groups, and give more details on the interesting answers lol
Focused on getting to their destination, not ones to slow down or go offtrack: Telley Taylor, Diara Espoir, Xavier Yazma, Vina Heathers, Jayne Rozern, Peter Fobince, Nico Engala, Calson.
Slow wanderers, eager to take in the sights and go off the beaten path: Bec Oland, Aaron Gekon, Sammy Helen, Lex Zerker, Calsee.
Telley's a bit of an odd one here. See, all of these OCs have a superpower/special ability, and Telley here can teleport! Meaning she doesn't spend a whole lotta time actually traveling, she just shows up where she wants to be! Though also, even if she was to travel somewhere normally, she would still be very focused on just getting there.
On the other end of the spectrum, is Sammy! Their ability is to see wherever there is wind or air, so they're constantly taking in sights and exploring, even if their physical body stays on the main path. Though, they do have to be careful when they do that, incase they run into someone/something lol
Bec is probably our biggest wanderer here, though. She has bat wings, and can fly around whenever she likes! Plus, shes been removed from human society for most of her life, so shes super curious about it and wants to take it all in. You cant keep her in one place for long, shes always off somewhere! (Calsee is very similar, though she cant fly, so it's a bit easier to keep an eye on her) (Lex too, but he wanders for artistic inspiration, so you can probably find him sketching something not too far away)
Thank you so much for asking! This was fun 😊
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OC tober Day Thirteen: Burn
“...Prince Francis.”
Peter stood between the two guards who had led him to the castle. They demanded for him by name, dragging him to the palace in the dead of night, unseen by any of his allies. Now, he stared at the royal man in front of him, who seemed...distracted.
Francis was sweating, eye unfocused and mind racing. His back was turned to the assassin, and his spear was in his hand.
“...My Lord, we’ve brought the boy.” one of the guards spoke up. This, finally, caught Francis’ attention, making him turn his head just enough to see Peter.
“Good, good… Both of you, leave. I want to be alone with him.”
“At once, My Lord.”
Both the guards left, leaving Peter alone with the prince. After a moment of silence between the two, Francis turned and dropped his spear, revealing a striking stain of red across his suit and weapon. Peter was frozen.
“You...You were the one who showed me that vision, were you not?” Francis asked, his voice tired, though still commanding.
“I… Yeah. I can make people see their worst fears, and I showed you yours.” Peter explained.
“Excellent. That skill of yours will prove useful, I’m sure. It is a good power, a power fit for this castle.”
“...Right.”
Unseen to both men, Jayne hid down the hall, silently listening to their conversation. Her hand rested on her gun’s trigger, waiting for just the right moment.
“Now, Peter… You and that moot bastard are killers, are you not?”
“...Me and Jayne are assassins, yes. You’ve heard of us?”
“Yes, I have. I admit, I should’ve called you sooner, but, well, this job required my hand. You must understand.”
“Prince...Francis?”
“King.”
“What?”
“King!”
With a sudden rage, tall flames burst from Francis’ hands, lighting up the cold corridor. The light shone off of the still-wet blood. Down the hall, two shadows of fallen bodies come from the master bedroom.
“I am king. I rule this land! This world! I won, just as I was always destined to!”
Peter took a step back, realizing what Francis had done. The fire shone in his eyes as he wondered what he may have had in store for him.
#oc tobias#oc tober 2021#rien eclipse#peter fobince#francis espoir#jayne rozern#barely but still#anyway i hate francis but he is fun to write so
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OC tober Day Twenty Three: Crumble
The castle’s walls fell easily, as if they hadn’t been standing for centuries. Ivory and brick smashed to the ground, if they were lucky, and within the ever expanding darkness if they weren’t. Francis watched it fall, bruised and scarred and bleeding.
“No… No, no, no!”
He scrambled forward, towards the only other person in the crumbling room with him. Peter flinched backwards, staring at Francis as he dug his nails into his shoulders.
“You! You let this happen!”
“Hey! L-Let go of me!”
Peter wretched back, pushing Francis back. He must have pushed harder than he meant to, because Francis launched himself against a nearby wall, hunched over and breathing heavily.
“I didn’t do this! You...You’re the one who made everybody suffer!”
Francis peeled himself off the wall, clenching his side. He looked, honestly, pathetic. Peter didn’t care, though.
“You broke our group apart! You hid the cure away until we did your...your murders! You have no one to blame but yourself. You ruined everything!”
“No!”
With one final burst of energy, Francis flung himself forward, spear point aimed at Peter’s chest. With not a second to spare, he moved out of the way, watching at the king sprinted past him and off of the crumbling edge, disappearing into darkness.
#oc tober#oc tober 2021#rien eclipse#francis espoir#peter fobince#nearly forgot today!#had to rush to finish this one lol#so the endings a bit....yknow
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OC tober Day Twenty Eight: Rest
Peter was asleep on his desk, again. He laid face first in the piles of loose metal and tangled wiring, his hand still holding on to his pencil. Jayne frowned.
“Dammit Pete…”
She stepped forward, inspecting him and thinking of the best way to help. She could probably carry him, but that would just wake him up and put him back to work. No, he had to stay there, but she could make it more comfortable for him. She quickly left, returning with a blanket and pillow.
“Alright, slow and steady…”
She lifted his head gently, brushing away his project and replacing it with the pillow. She dropped his head back onto it before reaching around for the blanket. As she put it on him, she happened to glance at his arm. Or, rather, lack thereof.
Aaron healed the wound some time ago, but that didn’t stop it from being a sore subject for Peter. For weeks on end, he’d been working on a robotic arm to replace the one he lost. That’d be fine, but he’d basically refused to sleep or eat in that time, spending his entire day on the project.
Though, Jayne couldn’t really blame him. He’d barely spoken in that time, at least when the others were around. What had happened took its toll on him, and this was how he managed. Not that it was healthy, but...at least he was here. That was all Jayne could ask for at this point.
#oc tober#oc tober 2021#rien eclipse#peter fobince#jayne rozern#aaaand heres todays#more post story stuff#cuz theyre very sad here and could use some rest
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OCtober Day Seven: Power
“So...you’re missing your sister?”
The question catches the blond man off guard. He looks down at Peter, who sat beside him on the short stone wall.
“Uh, yeah.”
“Was she...lost? In the Vor-”
“Oh! No, no, it wasn’t that.” the blond cleared up. “We, well… It was a long time ago, back when I was a kid. The family had a baby, and it...we couldn’t take care of it.”
Peter raises his eyebrows.
“You gave her up?”
“Well, we… Ugh. Yeah, we did.” he admitted. “We didn’t want to, but, y’see...our family’s all moots, yeah? And this kid, she didn’t just have a power, but a good one. Came in when she was still a baby too, so she didn’t even know how to use it.”
“But why did you have to give her up? Shouldn’t’ve that been a good thing?”
“That’s what we thought, at first. But, her power...she could make people see terrible things. I still remember the visions she gave me, of fires and snakes and all sorts of crap. I guess she could see it too, because whenever it would happen, she would scream bloody murder.”
Peter paused, hearing all that. He thought for a moment, examining the blond’s face.
“...So what happened to her?”
“We tried to find someone to help us, but they were either all too expensive or would just refuse us out right. We had no choice but to take her to this home out in Vrila. We...We hoped that she could learn to control it and live a better life out there.”
Peter looked down, running through his memories. The blond man saw this, and frowned.
“I know it wasn’t a good thing to do, but it was the only choice we had. If I could find her, I would, and...apologize. It’s the least she deserves.”
Peter looks back up, meeting the blond’s eyes. He’s silent for a moment, debating if his assumption was true.
“...What was your last name again?”
“Fobince. Why?”
“What if… What if I told you I knew where your sister was?”
The blond’s eyes lit up.
“Y-You do? Man, you gotta tell me! You know her?”
“Well, I…”
Peter hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to phrase his thoughts. Finally, he just said it.
“Your sister is… What I mean is… My name is Peter Fobince. And, I’m not your sister, but-”
“Oh!”
The blond cut him off, connecting the dots.
“You’re my brother! Oh my God, I am so sorry. But, also! Oh my God, I finally get to see you! Hi!”
The smile across his face was massive, though Peter didn’t get to look at it for long before his brother took him in a big, warm hug. And, despite himself, Peter hugged him back.
#oc tober#oc tober 2021#rien eclipse#peter fobince#unnamed brother#look man he'll get a name someday#just not now
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OC tober Day Two: Glass
“Got another chip?”
Xavier picked at his visor absentmindedly, studying the laptop in front of him. Peter’s voice snaps him out of it, however, as he sees the concern on his face.
“Hm? Oh, uh, yeah. I dunno where it came from, I just noticed it this morning.” he explained. “It’s not too bad, though. You don’t need to worry about it.”
“You realize I’m going to worry anyway, right?” Peter replied, moving closer. “If we leave it, it’ll just grow bigger. Might not even need to remove it, if we do right away.”
“Eh, I’m busy. It’ll be fine.” Xavier said, returning his gaze to the laptop. “Once I figure this out, then we can.”
Peter looked at Xavier, frowning.
“And when will that be?”
“...Soon. Well, soon-ish. We’ll see.”
Peter let out a sigh, lowering his head onto Xavier’s shoulder. Xavier finally cracked a smile, leaning his head against his.
“Just let me help you…” Peter groaned.
“Later, later. I’ll be fine, you saw me before the repairs. Little cracks like these are nothing.”
“Xavier, your screen was practically falling out. If you came any later, it would’ve fallen apart completely!” Peter countered. “I don’t want it to get that bad again. And you shouldn’t either.”
“I don’t want it to break. I just…”
Xavier trailed off, trying to think of an excuse to not move from his current position. However, one look down revealed Peter’s face, eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrow. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer, it seemed.
“...Ugh, alright, fine.” Xavier sighed, closing the laptop. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
The remark was enough to catch Peter, and even Xavier himself, off guard. Peter grinned as Xavier sighed again, a hand coming up to hide the blush on his face.
“Don’t be embarrassed. Come on.” Peter coxed. “You’re cute too, y’know?”
“Shut up…”
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OC tober Day Eighteen: Vintage
“Peter, you’re a goddamn wizard.”
It was a fairly normal day inside the workshop. Peter was doing a few minor repairs on Xavier’s visor, while Sterling had been fiddling with their own projects. They seemed to have gotten bored of it, since they had since moved on to just watching Peter work.
“Why do you say that?” Peter asked, keeping his eyes on his work. He looked slightly confused about the comment, seeing as he wasn’t doing anything that impressive or fancy. It was work both he and Sterling had done hundreds of times before, and would do hundreds of times again.
“‘Cuz, this kinda technology is ancient. They don’t make shit like this anymore, and yet you’ve not only kept this thing running smoothly, but you’ve even upgraded it with modern features. That’s insane.” they explained, gesturing to Xavier’s visor. Xavier simply shooed their hand away.
“I mean, thanks, but it’s not that difficult to maintain. It was made to be simple to fix and add on to, since people were expected to have these things attached to them their entire lives.” Peter responded, giving a small shrug. “I’m just doing as the developers intended.”
“Still though! These things never got off the shelf, right? So whether or not it was actually easy to fix up was never properly tested. Meaning, it’s still hella impressive, and you should be proud.” Sterling countered, a smug smirk on their face.
“You guys keep talking about this like I’m not here.” Xavier interjected, looking slightly annoyed. “I never managed to figure any of this out, despite having all the time in the world to do so. Plus, you’re under the pressure of keeping me alive while you work on it, so I think it’s fair to call you impressive, Peter.”
“See! Xavier gets it! Come on, be a bit proud of yourself.” Sterling cheered, patting Peter on the arm. Peter just rolled his eyes, trying to hide the soft blush that’d made its way to his cheeks.
“Jeez, I’m outnumbered here. It’s unfair.” Peter complained.
“You’re unfair to yourself! This just makes it fair.”
“What? Sterling that makes no sense.”
“Zip it!”
As Sterling and Xavier began to bicker, Peter just quietly chuckled to himself.
#oc-tober#oc-tober 2020#peter fobince#xavier yazma#sterling glee#rien eclipse#sterling babe ily so glad ive finally written for you
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OC tober Day Sixteen: Hand
It’d been…How long had it been? At least a couple days, he knew that much.
He had an accidental nap on Monday afternoon, so if that counts, it’d been…four days since he last slept. Great.
Peter stared down at his hand, his eyes dry and his senses dull. The flickering desk lamp was the only source of light he had, aside from the dim moonlight streaming through the window. His free hand shook slightly as it dropped the screwdriver and instead reached for the pen and paper.
“Test 97, Index finger. Status:_____”
With a small sigh, he attempted to bend his finger. The metallic hand twitched ever so slightly, before returning to absolute motionlessness. Peter grit his teeth, returning to his notes.
“Status: Failure.”
He hated this. He hated everything about this, from the quietness of the room to the humming of the lamp to the jarring disconnect of his mind and body. Staring at the prosthetic he had made for himself only reminded him of his failings.
Losing an arm wasn’t the part he hated. Sure, it sucked, but he could live with it. But, it was how he had lost it that haunted him still. He didn’t regret his actions, per se, but he regretted what led him to them. The people he had hurt, the bonds he had broken, the trust he had betrayed, it was too much. He never expected to live with the guilt, and now he wasn’t sure if he could.
“…Pete?”
Peter flinched, probably more so than necessary. He turned his head, finding Jayne standing behind him with a frown on her face. He said nothing as he just looked at her.
“How’s…How’s it all coming? Make any progress?”
“No, not yet. Gimme a few more hours, and maybe I’ll have something for you then.” he responded, voice scratchy and weak.
“Why don’t you take a break? You’ll probably be able to think better after a good night’s sleep.” Jayne suggested. Peter just shook his head.
“No, no, I can’t. It’ll be fine, just let me…It’ll be fine.”
“Pete…”
As Peter returned his focus to his work, Jayne walked up to him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“You know I don’t like seeing you like this. Come on bud, you said you’d sleep.”
“I said I would if you ate. Have you been eating?”
“Yes, I have been. Unlike you, who hasn’t left this room since the beginning of the week. Now, come on. You’re going to bed.”
“No, I’m not.”
Peter’s protesting didn’t matter. In one admittedly awkward movement, Jayne reached around the smaller boy and picked him up, carrying him over her shoulder. A few scraps of metal fell to the ground as Peter tried to struggle, but it was useless. By the time Jayne got him to his room, Peter was already unconscious.
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OC tober Day Twenty Six: Costume
Peter Fobince,
Don’t ask how I found you. Don’t ask who I am. Don’t ask why I need this.
I’m commissioning a costume from you. The reason I’m coming to you, and not a tailor, is because this costume needs a few additions to it. Attached to this note, you’ll find a sketch of what I have in mind, though I am not opposed to alterations if need be. Importantly, you’ll notice some notes surrounding the eyes on the hood. I need those to include some form of nightvision, information display, and most importantly, a face censor. If I put this thing on and have my face seen, or I see someone else’s face, it’s over.
It’s important that this be done ASAP. You will be paid handsomely, that much I can promise. Just don’t ask where that money came from, got it? Once it’s finished, leave it with Aaron. He’ll know what to do, but don’t ask him anything. If you need my contact for whatever reason, ask him. He’ll send the information my way.
That you for your time. I expect great work. I’ve heard good things.
- Again, don’t ask.
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OC tober Day Twenty Three: Revenge
He had lost everything.
Peter ran through the back streets of Vrila, dazed and confused and bleeding from a fair number of places. His breath came out heavy from his mouth as he struggled to keep moving. A few people turned to look at him as he moved, but none tried to stop him. In these final few days, people stopped questioning such sights.
As the tears fell freely from his eyes, he finally stopped in a dark, unpopulated alley. He collapsed against the brick wall, allowing the panic to overtake him. He was doomed, this world was doomed, everyone he cared for was doomed, and it was all his fault. It was all his own stupid, stupid fault.
As he sat there, hands clenched in front of his face, he noticed something. In the panic, in the tragedy, he’d taken something he hadn’t meant to.
Jayne’s sunglasses. There they were, with a few points of blood across the frames and a crack in the right lens. She had taken them off when she spoke to him, and somehow they ended up in his own hand. He didn’t really care how or why they were there, though. He hugged them against his chest, as if it were a substitute for the real deal.
The scene replayed in his mind over and over again. The battle, the flames, the flash of the knife. It all went by far too quickly, far too suddenly for such a dramatic impact. And then, it was over, with Jayne in his arms as he hoped without hope that she’d stand back up and run away with him. Instead, he had to leave alone, with no plan and no support.
“Pete…”
Her words rang out in his head, half remembered.
“Pete, it ain’t over yet. There’s one more thing you gotta do for me, please.”
In a moment of sudden calm, Peter pulled back his hands and looked at the pair of sunglasses once more. That’s right, he had something else to do. For Jayne, he…
“I need you...to kill the bastard that started this. I need you…”
As his tears dried, he moved the sunglasses to his face, putting them on. The red tint filled his vision, consuming his world in Jayne’s rage.
“...to kill Francis.”
#oc-tober#oc-tober 2020#peter fobince#jayne rozern#rien eclipse#welcome to spoiler town#population angst
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OC tober Day Twenty: Glow
It was almost easy to forget that Sterling wasn’t human. Their skin felt warm to the touch, with no sheets of metal or protruding screws in sight. Their hair was soft and perfectly styled, their eyes were full of life and emotion, and their voice rang out with an imperfect harshness. They had soul pouring from every asset of their being, reminding you every second that they were alive.
But, in the dark of an empty bedroom, after the world had gone quiet and it’s people slept soundly, that meant nothing. In the quiet, you could hear the low humming of fans and engines. In the dark, you could see the way their eyes glowed, showing the status of their body. In the emptiness, you could feel the uncertainty deep in their mind.
Because Sterling wasn’t human, and wasn’t alive. At least, not anymore. With their flesh and blood destroyed months ago, all they had left was a machine for their soul to pilot. And they were fine with that, mostly. They liked this second chance, where they had friends who supported them and the freedom to be their true self, but still...it didn’t feel right.
Every time they shot a laser from their palm or rocketed off of the ground in a trail of smoke, it felt so wrong. They could never do that, they were never meant to do that. But now, that was all they could do to support the ones who had helped them. And God, did they help them so much, and God, did Sterling not thank them enough.
After it was discovered that Aaron could not heal them the way he could others, it was all on Peter to fix them up after fights. And they hated it, they hated it so fucking much. Having their skin opened, only to reveal circuitry and wiring instead of muscles and veins, was too much. They couldn’t do it. They couldn’t speak or look at it as it happened, and would always leave straight away without acknowledging the work that had just been done.
He deserved better than that, and Sterling knew it. The two were good friends after all, and would hang out all the time. But, during those agonizing minutes of vulnerability, Sterling couldn’t be the same. It hurt them, and while Peter understood, it still wasn’t fair to him.
Though, to be fair, none of this was fair. Everyone knew that, especially Sterling.
#oc-tober#oc-tober 2020#sterling glee#peter fobince#rien eclipse#p sure this is the plot of like#one of the fnaf novels right
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OC tober Day Eleven: Craft
Steady.
Peter held his hand as still as he could. Any little shake or fumble would undo hours of work that he did not want to fix, so he had to keep steady. He held his breath and tried to ignore the soreness of his fingers as he began to lower the wires into their position.
Steady…
“…Everything okay?”
Peter flinched, tugging the wire slightly and sucking in air through his teeth. After the initial panic, though, he simply sighed.
“Everything’s fine, I promise. Just, please, don’t scare me like that again.” he reassured. Despite being laid out on the table with half of his face deconstructed, Xavier still managed to look unconvinced.
“Oh, uh, sorry. You just stopped breathing, and I was a bit worried.” he explained.
“…How did you notice that?”
“Well, it’s not like I can see right now, so I’m just listening to stuff. Plus, it’s not like there are any other sounds right now, since we’re being quiet, so…”
“So you were listening to me breathe?”
“You’re making it sound creepier than it actually is.”
Peter just shook his head, returning his focus to the tangle of torn wires and old circuits in front of him.
“It’s fine, I’m not creeped out. I’d play music, but that’d just distract me right now, and I don’t wanna break you.”
“Understandable. Should I shut up then?”
“Uh…”
Peter paused his thoughts as he removed something old and rusty from the visor. The fact that the thing still worked was a shock to him, in all honesty. Most of it was broken or malfunctioning in some way, leaving him with plenty to fix on top of the upgrades he promised to put in. Not that he was complaining, really. The older technology was an interesting challenge for him, and the pay he was promised wasn’t half bad.
But more than that, Peter was relieved to have this job. Aside from the barely functioning piece of very important equipment he was working on, Peter was glad to have the chance to talk to Xavier. He knew stories about the guy from Aaron, but never really got the chance to meet him until now. And, since they’d be working together for the foreseeable future, it only made sense that he’d try and build some sort of bond between himself and the person who would probably need his help the most.
“Nah, you can talk if you want. Just know that I probably won’t be thinking about my responses that much, okay? So if I start rambling, sorry in advance.” Peter finally answered.
“That’s fine. If you want to ramble, I’ve got nothing but time and ears here.” Xavier said. Peter shook his head.
“You wouldn’t want to hear it, trust me. It’d be about some random tech nonsense that you’ve never heard of.”
“You think? I spend my days doing nothing but learning about random nonsense, try me.”
Peter wanted to protest, but he could feel himself becoming lost in his work. Besides, he really did want to ramble on about whatever. So, he simply shrugged.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
#oc-tober#oc-tober 2020#peter fobince#xavier yazma#rien eclipse#welcome to the Emotional Repression Corner!
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OC tober Day Six: Luxury
Jayne hung up the phone, a sharp, eager grin spread across her face. Peter glanced over, one eyebrow raised.
“…So? What’s the verdict?” he asked. Jayne just chuckled.
“Pete, tonight, we eat like kings.” she replied, gesturing with the cellphone. “You better start writing your wishlist now, ‘cuz once we’re done, we’re getting all of it.”
“You’re…exaggerating, right?”
“No way man, this is for real. I’m talking millions here, and that’s after the cut off. We are fucking set!” Jayne cheered, passing Peter the notes she took during the conversation. He looked them over as she continued to talk.
“We’re getting you brand new equipment, I’m gonna rebuild the treehouse outta solid gold, and then we’re still gonna have enough left over for a five-star meal every day of the month. It’s gonna be amazing! Can you believe it?”
For as excited Jayne was, Peter could only respond with a frown.
“Uh, Jayne? Are you sure we can do this job?” he asked.
“I mean, yeah, duh. Why wouldn’t we?”
“Look at who’s hiring us. Doesn’t that name look familiar?”
Jayne took back the notes and looked them over again. The job was from someone called Justine Jackson, asking for her ex-boyfriend to be taken out. Apparently he had spread some rumour about her, and she felt the best way to disprove it was for him to disappear.
“…I don’t see what your problem is. We don’t know this person.” Jayne said, looking back at Peter over the note. He just frowned at her before turning to his laptop and opening a new tab.
“She’s a member of the royal guard. So’s the boyfriend. That’s how she’s able to pay us so well, y’know?”
As proof, he opened the Rien Royal Guard Registry and searched her name. Sure enough, her photo appeared, showing her in the full uniform as a bright flame burned in her hand. Jayne just stared at the picture, face falling.
“…God dammit. No, no, nooooo…”
Jayne groaned as she fell back on the hammock, covering her face with her hands. The disappointment was overwhelming.
“Fuck. Fuck! This is bullshit!”
“I mean, we could still technically take the job. We’d just have to-”
“No! We have one rule in this house, and it’s that we don’t work with the royals or their associates! I don’t care, it’s not happening. I won’t do it.” Jayne interrupted, disappointment turned to disgust. “But still, fuck! Why didn’t I figure that out? Now I gotta call her back and…Ugh.”
With a sigh, Jayne dropped her notes on the ground and redialed Justine’s number, her scowl deep and dark. Peter gave her a look of sympathy before returning to his work. And while the idea of all that money was tempting, even for him, he knew that the both of them would be better off without it.
#oc-tober#oc-tober 2020#jayne rozern#peter fobince#rien eclipse#ill be real i had no ideas for this one lol
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OCtober Day Eight: Storm
"How is it that we have some of the most high tech and powerful weapons around, yet our roof leaks? What kinda bullshit is that?"
Jayne kicked another bucket to a corner of the treehouse as she spoke, clearly frustrated.
"Well, I wouldn't say my work's that good, but let's just blame this on budgeting issues." Peter suggested, watching the water droplets fall from many different points of the roof.
"Ugh! We're spending our next paycheck on remodeling, got it? We gotta fix this place up." Jayne complained.
Peter nodded, turning his attention back to the prototype weapon in front of him. He had Jayne test it our right before the storm, and it was having some kind of problem firing. He opened it up was inspecting it's inner workings when a lightning bolt flashed across the sky, joined by a loud crack.
"Ack!'
Peter couldn't help it. He yelled and jumped forward, dropping the prototype on the floor. It's temporary design completely fell apart, sending pieces of metal and plastic flying across the floor.
"Whoa, shit! You alright man?"
Jayne was familiar with how jumpy Peter could be. The boy was afraid of basically everything, not that she could blame him. The ability to cause people to see their worst fears, while useful, did take its toll. Peter pulled himself together as quickly as he could.
"Yup, yeah, I'm...Everything's good."
After taking a moment to shake his hands and focus his breathing, Peter looked at the mess surrounding them.
"Uh, sorry about that. I'll take care of it."
He bent down and began picking up the pieces, sometimes pausing to check if they were still usable or not. After a moment, Jayne joined him.
"Honestly, fuck storms, right? They freak you out, make water leak in here, and they basically lock us inside 'til they end. I hate them, I really fucking do." Jayne said, placing the last bits of the prototype on to Peter's work bench.
"I guess, yeah. They're just so loud! I can't concentrate during storms." Peter added. He walked to the window and watched the rain fall. Thunder sounded in the distance, and he flinched.
Jayne joined his side. The plinks and plunks of droplets hitting the bottom of the buckets continued behind them. Peter gazed out into the forest, thinking for a minute before speaking.
"Do you...do you think it's raining in Bercot right now?" he mumbled. Jayne looked over at him, a bit confused.
"All the way back in Blackout City? I dunno man, probably, depending on how big this storm is. Why?" she asked. Peter shrugged.
"I'm just thinking of that place again, I guess."
Peter lowered his head and looked at his hand. A familiar purple and black aura surrounded it. Jayne watched as her face softened.
"...Y'know, I bet it is raining there. It's probably raining even worse over there than right here, if you can believe it. We've got it good compared to those sad sacks, I tell ya." Jayne said, a smile creeping over her face. Peter chuckled quietly beside her.
"You think it's raining over in Vrila too?" he asked.
"Of course! I bet it's raining hardest over in the high end neighborhoods, making all those stupid rich assholes super pissed. They all got colds now, coughing and sneezing all over the place. It's fucking chaos down there, I just know it."
This made Peter laugh wholeheartedly, wiping whatever sadness he had from his thoughts. The dark aura faded. Jayne giggled to herself, proud that she had cheered him up. After calming down, Peter looked back at his hand, raised it, and stuck it out the window. The rain hit his hand, washing out the dirt and oil stuck in the crevices of his palm and fingers.
"Whatcha doin'?" Jayne asked, eyebrow raised.
"I dunno. Washing up, I guess?" he answered, a pleased smile on his face.
Jayne waited for a second before grabbing Peter's shoulder.
"Y'know what? Good idea. What do you say, wanna join me?" she asked, gesturing at the trapdoor. Peter's smile grew. "Hell yeah."
With a nod, Jayne practically dragged him down the ladder and out into the rain. The sounds of thunder came, but it was drowned out by the laughing and talking of Peter and Jayne as the rain washed over them.
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OCtober Day Thirty: Challenge
Feet pounded against the muddy dirt and wet grass. Low hanging branches where pushed aside, with some of the smaller ones being broken off completely. Two people ran ahead, concealed by the leaves and shadows of the forest. Behind them, Lex and Nico gave chase.
“Get back here! Stop!” Nico called out. The people ahead didn’t stop, but instead shot something at him. The bullet just barely missed him, grazing his cheek. He sent back a shot of his own blindly. It seemed to have missed as well, though it did make one of the people ahead shout in surprise. The voice was familiar. Lex took this moment of distraction to leap forward and try to grab at whoever they were chasing. He fell to the ground with someone in his arms.
“Ugh, fuck! Get off of me!”
Nico approached from behind, and saw that the person Lex had grabbed was Jayne. She struggled against his grip, her hand wrapped tightly around the handle and trigger of her gun.
“Jayne? What the hell?” Nico yelled. He could hear someone in the distance running away, and struggled with whether or not he should continue to chase them. Jayne looked up at him and gave a dry chuckle.
“So you caught me. Well fucking done. You want my autograph or something?”
Nico brought his attention back to her, momentarily forgetting whoever she was with.
“You think this is funny? Do you know what you just did?”
Jayne just smiled at him, cold and condescending.
“Oh, I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about. Why don’t you explain, mister Engala? Tell me all about the shit I’ve done.” she said with a mocking tone.
“Dammit, take this seriously!”
“Never! Fuck you!”
Nico glared down at her, anger overtaking his thoughts. He pointed at her, feeling the bullet begin to form at the tip of his finger. He saw Lex shift slightly, trying to get a better grip on her. Jayne continued to smile for the last moments he saw her. Then, she seemed to disappear from his view, as if vanishing into thin air. Lex remained, but something about him was different.
“Wh...Where did she…?” Nico trailed off. Lex stared off into the distance, seeming to not notice whatever had just happened. Suddenly, behind him, Nico heard a voice that he had tried his best to avoid.
“So, this is what you two have been up to. Running around, thinking that you could just escape that easily, huh?”
A low, humorless chuckle came from a man in a suit. Behind him were a few people in lab coats, along with a team in police uniforms. Nico tried to run away from them, but he couldn’t move. He tried to grab Lex, but he fell limply to the ground. Nico finally noticed the bleeding wound on Lex’s body and made the sound between a gasp and a sob. He crumpled to the ground as they were surrounded. The man in the suit grabbed his shoulder.
“Nico. Nico, look at me.”
Nico looked up and blinked. Standing there, instead of the man in the suit, was Lex, alive and well. His face had turned slightly pale, and he was shaking slightly, but he was alive. Nico jumped up into his arms, holding him in a tight hug.
“What...I-I thought they came for us? You were dead, and I couldn’t move, and…”
“Nico. That was just an illusion. That was Peter. He had come back to get Jayne, and they both escaped.” Lex explained, staring down at the ground. Nico let go and backed up slightly, getting a better look at Lex.
“Did you...see something too?” he asked.
“Something...quite similar to what you saw. But, I’m fine.” Lex said, looking back up at Nico. His expression had turned blank. “For now, let’s report back to the others. They need to know about this.”
“Okay. Yeah. Let’s go.” Nico mumbled. He looked exhausted. With everything that had just happened in the past hour, all of his fighting spirit had been drained from him, leaving him hollow. With his hand still resting on his arm, Lex lead Nico back to their group.
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OCtober Day Twenty Two: Heist
The man sat at a rickety old picnic table, head in his hands. He was trying to steady his breathing, but it still came out ragged and forced.
"I'm okay...I'm okay…"
He didn't seem okay. His one eye was seemingly surrounded by a dark bag, while the other was hidden behind a black eyepatch. Just barely healed wounds could be seen across his arms and neck, with more surely hidden beneath his clothes. He seemed unfocused and unstable. Perfect.
The silence of the cool autumn night was cut by a gunshot. The bullet hit the man's neck, sending him back before he landed on the ground, limp. From the nearby branches, far above the ground, a woman put away her weapon and lead herself and her partner to the ground below.
Next thing the man knew, it was day. He was laying on his back with a small, stinging pain in his neck and a headache.
"...Fuck." he muttered to himself. He must've gotten drunk again, somehow. Now, here he was, hungover in a stranger's house, not remembering most of the night. Fuck.
"Don't curse, asshole. There are fucking children here." a voice chastised above him. He forced himself to look towards its source.
A woman with the brightest red hair he had ever seen was laying in a hammock, looking at something on her phone. Despite being inside, she wore sunglasses, a scarf as bright as her hair, and a thick winter jacket.
"Said the child." mumbled another voice. This one belonged to a smaller boy at a table. To contrast, his hair was completely black, along with most of his clothes, except for a neon green shirt.
The man finally forced himself to sit up. He was sore all over. He moved his hand across the back of his head to his neck, where he felt a bandage on its side.
"What…? What the hell happened last night? And who are you two? And...where the hell are we?" he asked. Instead of answering right away, the woman lazily dug her hand into a cooler at her side and pulled out a plastic bottle full of a bright blue liquid.
"Drink first, questions later."
The man took the sports drink and downed it. It tasted disgusting, but it at least seemed to reenergize him a bit.
"So, to answer your questions...I guess I'll begin with introductions. I'm Jayne, and that's Peter. You are?"
"Aaron Gekon. Pleasure to meet you, I suppose?"
Aaron extended his hand to her. Jayne could just chuckle before swatting it away.
"No need for formalities, cyclops. Anyway, as what and where, well...we did kidnap you."
Aaron's face twisted in panic.
"But! If we didn't, you would've died, so, like, I feel like we should get a free pass on that one, okay? Okay."
Aaron did not calm down. Peter sighed.
"Real smooth, Jayne. Real smooth. I thought you were the cool one?"
"I am the cool one. Now shush."
Aaron was horrified. This has definitely been the shittiest month of his life.
"I-I don't got much money. Neither does my family. Please, just...I have people to look after. My grandmother, my cousin, my friends...please-"
"Oh! Oh, no! We're gonna let you go right away! This isn't, like, a serious, 'your money or your life' thing." Jayne explained quickly.
"We're just keeping you here until those guys who were after you are dealt with. It shouldn't take too long, we think." Peter finished.
Aaron looked back and forth between the two. Jayne, bright and unapologetic about herself and her thoughts. Peter, quiet and nervous, yet wise when he chose to be heard. As his heartbeat slowed and his breathing returned to normal for the first time in a while, Aaron had one last question.
"What...what are you?"
Jayne and Peter looked at each other. A slow grin grew over Jayne's face, while Peter gained a small glimmer in his eyes. Jayne spoke up.
"Well, we're Hell Bound."
#oc tober#rien eclipse#aaron gekon#jayne rozern#peter fobince#i promise aaron is usually a really happy person#hes just having some Bad Times rn#also i continue to not follow the prompt lmaoo
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