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Entry tags:
- animorphs: aximili-esgarrouth-isthill,
- archie comics: jughead jones,
- far cry: jason brody,
- far cry: vaas montenegro,
- homestuck: dave strider,
- osomatsu-san: ichimatsu matsuno,
- osomatsu-san: karamatsu matsuno,
- overwatch: reaper,
- saiyuki: son goku,
- shadowhunters: clary fray,
- voltron: allura,
- yuri!!! on ice: victor nikiforov
Already choking on my pride [OPEN]
WHO: Reaper ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hellshot and OPEN
WHERE: Within the Fleet, some automated cafeteria
WHEN: Various times within the month, whenever he needs to eat.
WHAT: Reaper needs nutrients, touchscreens aren't his friend.
WARNINGS: Possible mention of how horridly deformed he is under his mask. It's bad.
[Dark fingernails tap against the metal counter he's currently standing in front of. If he wasn't wearing a mask, it would be easy to see the look of frustration on Reaper's face with his current predicament, so for now, the only way of knowing that the ghost of a man is pissed off is the wisps of black fog escaping from under aforementioned mask.
He hadn't gone on the previous mission with Sombra, and he had no interest in rescue missions, either. Which meant he hadn't seen the field of battle in little over a month--which meant he hadn't been taking in new nutrients from his surroundings to keep his body from decaying to a point of discomfort. Which meant he had to partake in his least favourite of activities: Eating.
Eating was difficult enough when your face was barely suited for it--but when the cafeteria closest to his living quarters was a fully automated one? It was like a really bad joke. Touchscreens worked when pressure was applied with an electrical charge--human skin was a great conductor for said electrical charge. Dead flesh didn't hold any sort of charge. So this was his predicament. He couldn't eat if he couldn't get the damn screen to work.
Frustrated, Reaper finally turns his head to glare at the individual waiting for their turn after him. He hated asking for help, so instead:]
Work this damn thing for me and I'll pay for your food, too.
[He's too tired for this bullshit today.]
hellshot and OPENWHERE: Within the Fleet, some automated cafeteria
WHEN: Various times within the month, whenever he needs to eat.
WHAT: Reaper needs nutrients, touchscreens aren't his friend.
WARNINGS: Possible mention of how horridly deformed he is under his mask. It's bad.
[Dark fingernails tap against the metal counter he's currently standing in front of. If he wasn't wearing a mask, it would be easy to see the look of frustration on Reaper's face with his current predicament, so for now, the only way of knowing that the ghost of a man is pissed off is the wisps of black fog escaping from under aforementioned mask.
He hadn't gone on the previous mission with Sombra, and he had no interest in rescue missions, either. Which meant he hadn't seen the field of battle in little over a month--which meant he hadn't been taking in new nutrients from his surroundings to keep his body from decaying to a point of discomfort. Which meant he had to partake in his least favourite of activities: Eating.
Eating was difficult enough when your face was barely suited for it--but when the cafeteria closest to his living quarters was a fully automated one? It was like a really bad joke. Touchscreens worked when pressure was applied with an electrical charge--human skin was a great conductor for said electrical charge. Dead flesh didn't hold any sort of charge. So this was his predicament. He couldn't eat if he couldn't get the damn screen to work.
Frustrated, Reaper finally turns his head to glare at the individual waiting for their turn after him. He hated asking for help, so instead:]
Work this damn thing for me and I'll pay for your food, too.
[He's too tired for this bullshit today.]
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Come on, why wouldn't we eat together? Were you gonna sit on your own and just stare at the wall while you- [Pause. Wait. Goku turns back to Reaper to stare intently at his mask.]
... You are gonna eat, right? [Where's the mouth...]
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[He's not going to dignify that jab with a response. Because yes, he can tell the monkey is flat-out teasing him, and even he knows better than to start a pointless argument.
Arms fold across his chest, and eyes that go unseen roll underneath his mask.]
No, I wasn't going to sit and stare at a wall... [...... Why is the monkey staring--oh. A hand moves up to touch the edge of the mask he wears.]
...yes, I'm going to eat. Why else would I have ordered food.
...
I have a face under this, you know. [Not much of one, but...]
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Do you have a mouth? Is that why your voice sounds funny, because of your mask? Do you take it off to eat? Is that why you don't wanna eat with me? I won't laugh or nothin', I promise! Why are ya goin' around like that if you've gotta face anyway? Are you really ugly? Where'd you get it? Did you make it on your own?
[Put some food in his mouth so he'll shut up, Reaper, please.]
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[He was starting to answer Goku's questions, and then they just wouldn't stop coming. He cuts himself off to stare at this tiny, irritating child like he has absolutely no idea how to deal with him anymore.
First instincts are to:
A. Turn into a cloud and just ghost the fuck out of there.
B. Shoot him, absorb his life essence, and walk away
C. Grab his food and just try to walk away.
But given the briefing he'd gotten when he first got here, B was out of the question. C was likely going to be impossible--he'd just follow--and A would just mean he goes another day without giving his nanites something to rebuild his body with. Finally, he just holds his hand up, squeezing either side of Goku's face.
Shut up.]
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Keep asking questions and I'm throwing your food out an airlock.
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Noooo! 'eap'r, don't! I helped ya! [They're friends they're a team! He finally squirms free and pouts.] ... Fine, I'll get one, but ya better not forget any of the food!
[It's all important! Goku sticks his tongue out before running off to find a table.]
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Either way, shutting the kid up from his onslaught of questions was enough for him for now, especially when he skitters off to find a table that's going to be covered with trays within a few minutes.
...
Right. The trays.
He looks down at the machine as it pushes a third tray--piled high with orders of fries and burgers... ]
How this brat is as small as he is... [It's way beyond him. Either way, he's going to manage to balance all three trays in his arms, and find his way to wherever the hell Goku is sitting.
(It's hellishly tempting to just grab his own food and run off, believe me.)
In order to keep the trays from jostling as he weaves his way around the other patrons in the cafeteria, he doesn't... quite walk. His legs are gone up until the point he arrives at the table the other chose, a cloud of black, swirling smoke where they should be. They re-form once he stops, and he drops the trays a little roughly down onto it.]
...You could have found one a bit closer.
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Woah... [Just gonna. Stand by the table, sparkly-eyed and in awe, all earlier irritation forgotten.] That's so cool! You really are a ghost! Awesome!
[He's even briefly distracted from the food! Amazing!]
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Never saw a ghost before? [This is something he... sadly commonly asked people, when he knew pretty damn well that there existed nothing like him on Earth. It's said with a nearly smug scoff as he sits down, an elbow hitting the table as he hunches forward.]
All the more reason why you shouldn't be so friendly, Goku.
Not too sure how your other friends would feel about you spending time with Death.
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Huh? [Blink blink.] Why would they care about that? I can be friends with who I want.
[And for all his jerkiness, Reaper bought him food. So he's someone Goku wants to be friends with now. Goku sits down and eagerly picks up a burger. Yessssss excuse him while he takes a big bite and then talks around the chunks of food in his mouth.] People die all the time- [Chew swallow] it's not that weird.
[... Reaper is pretty weird.]
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He gives a scoff in response. 'Friends', what a hilarious notion. They weren't friends. He won't even dignify that sentence with an answer, instead moving to grip the bottom of his mask, pushing it up.
From this angle, Goku won't be able to see the entirety of Reaper's face, but he'll see enough to at least get a hint that it's not quite normal under there. What with the black smoke that now freely rises in whisps--not unlike cigarette smoke--and the pallid, corpselike skin that pulls tight around his chin. There's also far too many teeth visible when he opens his mouth to take the first bite from his steak, having cut off a piece almost too big to chew properly. And he doesn't chew, merely biting down on it before speaking again.]
Obviously. I'm no stranger to that.
I often kill them myself, if what I'm doing calls for it.
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Besides, Reaper's next comment distracts him.]
... Well, same, obviously. [Sometimes staying alive means killing someone else. Sometimes it means killing a lot of people. Goku doesn't like it, but that's life.] Some assholes gotta die, right?
[It might be hard to picture Goku (young, short, hungry and friendly Goku) killing anyone, even hearing him say that.]
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[He pauses in his 'eating' to take a good look at the kid. His mask nudged up enough for at least one of those ash-black, red-pitted eyes to focus in on him with a look that can only be translated here as confusion. A carefree attitude, a wild laugh and all he's seen so far...
And then a comment like 'Some assholes gotta die'? To put it as neatly as possible, he's a bit taken aback. He doesn't look like a killer. And maybe that's why he's so confused. He's immediately reminded of Jesse--same youthful face, same carefree attitude--and yet with a gun in his hands...
He shakes his head. pushing another bit of steak with egg folded over it between cracked, dry lips.]
...It's them or you, in the heat of things. [A truer statement, and maybe his opinion of Goku, in this moment, changes a little. Just a little.]
You don't strike me as a killer, kid.
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It's not like I like killing or anythin'. [At least, not most of the time. Maybe Reaper would be less surprised if he'd met the Seiten Taisei first.] But fighting's fun and dyin' would be embarrassing.
[So that's the choice he's left with.]
'sides, some assholes really do gotta die. It's not like I'm gonna let them kill me instead.
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He stirs a bit of yolk around with his fork, mixing it over a piece of cut steak as he stares at the other, taking in what he has to say. 'Fighting is fun'.]
Dying is embarrassing. [His tone is almost flat.] But at least it's quiet, if you can get it to last.
[He's not bitter at all.]
...
It's a good attitude to have. Somehow, I expected the opposite of you, despite our conversation on the network. [Where Goku had told him it was okay to not play hero.]
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... I don't like quiet. [Now there's something that's probably less of a surprise.] An' if you're dead, you don't get hungry. [And Goku never wants to be stuck in silence, never feeling hunger or the warmth of the sun, ever again.
Come to think of it... Why is Reaper eating? Dead guys don't get hungry.]
I told ya I'm not a hero or anythin'. I'm just doing what I wanna do.
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Another bite of dripping steak that disappears in his maw without so much as a single chewing motion, and he makes a bit of a scowling face. If Goku can recognise the torn mess as anything like a scowl. Though, if he does pay attention, he will notice that the torn-open wounds in Reaper's face are weirdly starting to look... better.]
Not hungry in the conventional way. [He doesn't remember what it feels like to get that twisting, growling feeling in his gut. It's a feeling he'd miss, if he could. Hunger was different for him, after all.]
And what is it that you want to do. Bumble through life, eating too much food and asking too many questions?
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It takes him a second to register Reaper's question.] What do I wanna do? [He blinks and pauses for a second to think about that. He wants to be with his friends, he wants to stop the Minus Wave, he wants to see Nataku again for some reason... He shrugs again, grinning.] That sounds pretty good, actually, what's wrong with that?
[Eating lots and asking questions, sounds fun!]
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[A moment, and then a smirk. And even a bark of a laugh--as weird as it sounds through that odd echo that made his voice crawl from his throat like something other-worldly.]
For a brat like you, nothing. [He rolls those glow-red eyes in his head a moment, before gesturing at the piled up order of cheese-fries.]
It's just smart to have actual goals beyond stuffing yourself sick with junkfood.
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[Though without his family here to keep an eye on him, he has been eating pretty crappy. Space Dad took the job right on time. Goku finishes off his second burger and pulls a hotdog and the cheese-fries closer to him to dig into those.]
Anyway, I've got goals, I think... I wanna get back to where I was before this, and then there's some people me and my friends've gotta beat up. There's some stuff happening that's gotta be stopped, so I'm gonna take care of that.
[And then, after that... He's never really thought about it before. He guesses he'll just follow Sanzo wherever he goes.]
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Finishing off his first steak, he pushes the plate aside. Staring at Goku as the other conveys to him the most vague life goals he's ever heard.]
...That tells me a whole lot of nothing. But I'm not asking for your life story. If you've got shit to do, then take care of it. [He waves a fork around.]
You're taking care of nothing out here, just like the rest of us. Did they even give a cheeky brat like you a job?
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Are ya gonna help if I tell you everythin'? [Reaper doesn't need to know the details, they won't mean anything to him anyway.] I'm gonna take care of it.
[Buuuuut now they're talking about here. Goku scowls and shoves a fistful of cheese-fries into his mouth.] Not a real one.
[Door-to-door banana salesman. He's not amused (but at least his diet is high in potassium these days).]
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A small scoff is all that's given after that. He's already learnt the kid has no problem with killing if he has to, so... he'll give him the benefit of the doubt this time.]
Yeah. Me either. Half wonder if the loonies who own this damn fleet have any idea how to assign jobs to people properly. [His job sucks too, man. Kudos.]