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ishotyouuu) wrote2021-03-13 05:55 pm
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■ EMERALD DISTRICT, APARTMENT M■ AUDIO
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‶Yo. Callin' about business? pleasure? I'm flexible. Leave it at the tone."
NOW YOU'VE DONE IT
He's under no illusions: he knows just how badly he'd been getting fleeced by his "handler" in the early years of his career. Hearing the actual lived experience of another killer, though-- none of the bullshit spectacle of the above-ground, someone who'd always been in on the deepest levels of their line of business-- sets the distance between them in a relief so stark he can almost feel the whiplash. He's got the trailer, a manor he'd "inherited" from Death Metal, the same old motel room, and his bike. None of the life of globetrotting and luxury that Wade seems to hint at. For a second he craves it jealously, thrown all the way back to his hungry 27-year-old self: all that Travis had wanted was that life of ease and luxury. In the blink of an eye a decade of his life returns, and the thought of paying fuckin' taxes on safehouses just makes him feel exhausted.
The thoughts dig into him, little feline claws sinking under his skin. Maybe this is the actual midlife crisis: feeling like you've burned out before you really even had the chance to get started.]
Huh? [Food, thank God. Food is the great equalizer. The wings knock him out of his reverie long enough to grab a flat.] Yeah, lemme get one of those.
[He tears into it; it is, of course, delicious. Everything he's eaten here has been.]
Well, I did say I was taking a break before I got here. I've had a few good matchups in the last few months, but none of it was for cash... just getting some stuff squared up before I can get back to doing what I do best.
[The killing. The heart of the life they lead, at least, will always make sense.]
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It's the most normal he's felt since arriving here, although maybe it's the company he's currently with. Having a fellow assassin to compare notes does give him a bit of normalcy. He supposes that'd be strange to someone who hasn't had the life they've had.]
Hey, no judgments here. Sometimes you need to take a break. What's some of the stuff you're gettin' squared up, by the way? Probably gonna have to look into making some extra spending cash myself.
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[And, ideally, off his family's trail...]
Typical spin-off stuff. It's gonna be right back to work when I get home. Whenever I get home, anyway.
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[...You mean the one-shot where every single superhero died except you? Yeah, that was a barrel of laughs. Almost as fun as that one where you killed everyone.]
What're you doin' to pass the time here, though? Again, aside from picking fights on the street and getting your ass handed to you.
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[UNFORTUNATELY, he's not the twin who likes Marvel... so that just sounds like fun times to him.]
Hey, I just got here too. I barely know where anything is yet, minus the nearest convenience store and the arcade. I'll give you an answer when I've got an answer.
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Well, at least they've got entertainment here. Good to know I can fall back on Skee-Ball if things get too hectic. Ever try it? Draws way less of a crowd than just randomly attacking people.
[He flashes Travis a cheeky wink. It's gonna be a while before he lets him live this one down.]
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[Skee-ball? Really?]
I haven't played that since I was, like, a teen. I was paying more attention to all the video games, but I bet they've got something like that over there. Everybody likes puttin' balls in holes.