tonight is an high anxiety night so might as well use this energy to put levels into the alt i’ve been wanting to play on but forget the second i log on.
artemy burakh my beloved catman
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Joel describing the utter disappointment his father displayed, upon having to remove a virus from the computer when he was a kid, is so fucking funny. But also I think it's a common experience if you had a tech-savvy father growing up
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Found people saying Angel is a jumping spider and went down a wee hole and they're like, really good at maths cuz they're like constantly calculating their jumps. So! I need to see more fics where Angel is just causually amazing at maths, he can help Charlie with sorting out expenses or something idk. I'm just imagining a lil kid Angel who's favourite class was maths 🥺 maybe he used to look over the money within his fams mafia before he was kicked out
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well, back to where we started.
hi tumblr it's been awhile.
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∗ 1oo﹕ sender has just died , receiver finds out . // luca , as a treat :)
Taken from meme: [x] ||Accepting|| A ‘treat’ —Did I want this? I’ll get my revenge, wait for it!
Verse: Varia
Haru was listening to music as she was reading a book in her leisure time. She’d returned from a difficult mission just last week and she was enjoying a much deserved vacation. It was times like this that she could crack open a book and read in peace when a certain duo was out on a mission together. Ravein, at least, was the more secretive of the two and should be able to hold Luca back from going too far, running head-first into danger. Critical thinking wasn’t exactly his strongest suit.
They’d be fine and cover for each other, she thought. There wasn’t a reason to be worried for them. Reality was going to prove the opposite soon enough as someone walks into the room she was reading in, basking in the warm sunlight. The majority of this place was a bit dreary and dark, so she purposefully sought out a place that had some sunlight for her to take advantage of. Like a cat, enjoying the sun, it was ‘Haru relaxation hours.’
Of course, this held true only if other people didn’t come to bother her. Looking up from her book, she shot an annoyed glance in the direction of the uninvited guest. Not deigning to take her earbuds out of her ears for this person, she opted to read their lips as they broke the news. She motions for them to stop, pulling one of her earbuds out.
“Say that again. I don’t think I read that right.” Surely, she’d misread their lips when they told her that both Ravein and Luca were missing. On an entire team, they were the only two unaccounted for. Supposedly, by sacrificing themselves, they could ensure the rest of the team returned to base with their lives intact. The chances of them still being alive were grim.
“The last team mission in France returned late last night and, Ravein and Luca didn’t return with them. The recovery team is being dispatched to retrieve them.”
Setting her book aside, she was out the door, moving past the informant. “Who do I need to talk to to get on the recovery team?” There was no reason this person came to break the news to her unless they expected her to join the recovery team. The Varia knew that she had a close relationship with both Luca and Ravein. Telling her any of this before the team was finalized was just begging for her to volunteer herself.
If they didn’t want her to join, it would’ve been best to inform her after the fact, but that also meant she’d hunt down whoever withheld the information from her and pummel them to vent her frustrations. It was something she’d never forgive them for, and they had signed the lease of always getting punched at the bare minimum any time they showed their face around her.
Whichever the case, she was walking down the winding hallways as the informant kept telling her more information. “The mission was successful. Someone accidentally triggered an alarm, alerting them of their presence. From all accounts, Ravein followed after Luca who volunteered to do something about it. What kind of intelligence officer throws themselves into danger like that?”
Obviously, Ravein was that sort of intelligence officer who runs straight into danger because Luca impulsively threw himself into the throes of it (again). He wasn’t much of a talker, to the point of being a mute. What probably happened was that Luca ran off first before Ravein could prevent him from running off, so he probably opted to follow behind him. Prioritizing the mission after chasing after the two, the rest of the team left the two of them behind, choosing to trust in their abilities.
The thing of it was that they never did return.
She’d always told Luca to think things through before he acted. He could put not only himself but others in danger if he kept being as impulsive as he was. “What are the chances they’re alive?”
“It’s not very high... less than 5% even.”
Nothing was set in stone yet. There was a chance that either of them were still alive, but maybe seriously injured. She felt anxious at the idea that every minute wasted was another minute of being too late. If she manages to find them safe and almost sound, she was going to give both of them the biggest lecture of their damn lives.
Of course, she had to find them alive first to do just that.
If they were at risk of being captured, she knew for a fact that Ravein wouldn’t take that risk, and he’d keel over sooner than they could attempt to torture information out of him. Would the enemy really opt to kill the intruders? No, they’d at least consider capturing them alive for information. If something happened to Ravein, Luca wasn’t going to be able to keep himself calm. It would probably get to the point where they’d have to get rid of him than to waste the resources to subdue and capture him alive.
It truly was looking grim for her two idiots. It was looking even grimmer for anyone who would get in her way.
Sadness and or tears can wait until the truth is revealed. Until then, the only thing she knows is unbridled anger. She slams the door open, “The recovery team, put me on.” This wasn’t a request but a demand.
“I’m bringing my idiots back.” Dead or alive, they’re coming back.
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