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thelegion2017-05-24 10:26 pm
lovernotafighter) wrote in thelegion2017-05-24 10:26 pm
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[This day had to come eventually, didn't it? Just another one of those damn Blood Gulch Sim Troops arriving here to crash the party, and predictability a little late like always. But hey, it wasn't like he hadn't been busy saving a planet or being blissfully retired or anything equally as important. Nope.
The video shifted a little as Tucker tried to set it upright, but it soon found itself quickly propped at an angle that said this wasn't his first time recording himself; the purpose of such skills would be left up to the viewer to guess at their own discretion. But hey, have Tucker with that beautiful aqua colored armor looking right back at you, even as he sat back down and tried to appear relaxed, cool, okay with ...well, all this. All this.
Ladies in hot tight superhero outfits definitely helped.]
So, yeah, Tucker here. [It felt like an interview with Dylan. Good thing talking about himself was one of his favorite things to do.] Please try to contain your applause, but ladies, feel free to toss your bras in my general direction.
[No shame, this one.]
You know, I was kind of busy back home. [With Church shit. It was always Church shit, and there wasn't a single damn regret for it; in a way, he hoped it kept being Church shit because that meant that bastard was still around. Tucker wanted to be back there, needed to be back there because--] Those idiots - my idiots - have no one to lead them now unless you count Sarge and no one counts Sarge. Shit, I don't even think the Reds count Sarge. Okay, so maybe Simmons does, but whatever.
[He sighed, rubbing his hand over his helmet before he just waved his hand.] But cool, superpowers, am I right? I mean, if I was getting chicks before, I'm getting triple chicks now.
[Let the record show that he was not, in fact, getting ladies before, and that the triple of "zero" is still "zero".]
Look, I just want to get this shit done and over with so I can get back to being a badass back home and get my shit done. So, you know, I'll do what I have to, I guess.
[There's a sigh, that burden of few choices and responsibility - ew - before he cocked is head up.]
Hey, important final question: where do all the hotties hang out around here? There's the title of wingman up for grabs if you tell me.
[At least the video ends there, and everyone was probably better for it.]
The video shifted a little as Tucker tried to set it upright, but it soon found itself quickly propped at an angle that said this wasn't his first time recording himself; the purpose of such skills would be left up to the viewer to guess at their own discretion. But hey, have Tucker with that beautiful aqua colored armor looking right back at you, even as he sat back down and tried to appear relaxed, cool, okay with ...well, all this. All this.
Ladies in hot tight superhero outfits definitely helped.]
So, yeah, Tucker here. [It felt like an interview with Dylan. Good thing talking about himself was one of his favorite things to do.] Please try to contain your applause, but ladies, feel free to toss your bras in my general direction.
[No shame, this one.]
You know, I was kind of busy back home. [With Church shit. It was always Church shit, and there wasn't a single damn regret for it; in a way, he hoped it kept being Church shit because that meant that bastard was still around. Tucker wanted to be back there, needed to be back there because--] Those idiots - my idiots - have no one to lead them now unless you count Sarge and no one counts Sarge. Shit, I don't even think the Reds count Sarge. Okay, so maybe Simmons does, but whatever.
[He sighed, rubbing his hand over his helmet before he just waved his hand.] But cool, superpowers, am I right? I mean, if I was getting chicks before, I'm getting triple chicks now.
[Let the record show that he was not, in fact, getting ladies before, and that the triple of "zero" is still "zero".]
Look, I just want to get this shit done and over with so I can get back to being a badass back home and get my shit done. So, you know, I'll do what I have to, I guess.
[There's a sigh, that burden of few choices and responsibility - ew - before he cocked is head up.]
Hey, important final question: where do all the hotties hang out around here? There's the title of wingman up for grabs if you tell me.
[At least the video ends there, and everyone was probably better for it.]
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[He didn't bother hiding the annoyance in his voice, because come on, Wash! How stupid do you think he is? There was a roll of his eyes, exaggerated and obvious, and fuck it.
There wasn't any joy in this, nothing fun even though he clearly won this fight. There wasn't any way to lord it over him, couldn't wave it around, make it his, and dammit, that was half the fun of winning. Wash didn't get what he wanted, but neither did Tucker; if anything, Tucker just felt more alone he had before.
There was no one who knew what he did. Yay.]
Look, we both know the answer, and we both know I can't tell you anything. Let it go, okay?
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[It would be so easy to tip into anger, to raise the volume and keep pushing, but- what's the point? Tucker has dug in, and Wash has no angle of approach that will get him what he wants. He lost. It fucking matters - he needs this - and he still lost.]
[Typical.]
I can't.
[It's a simple statement of fact. It's also six months of sleepless nights and worry that couldn't be assuaged, worry that's gotten that much worse over the course of this conversation. It's everything that's haunting him that he can't fix right now.]
But evidently there's nothing I can do about any of this.
[It's not so much slamming a door shut as it is closing it quietly behind him. Delivery is different, but the result's still the same.]
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He hated it. He hated not telling him, and there was a small, defeated shrug, which felt weird since he won.
Then again, was anyone really winning?]
Sorry, Wash. [Words he rarely said, but whatever. He would bite the bullet on this.] This shit isn’t fun, trust me.