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Vaas' casual tone and naturally flirty demeanor has Eden's face heating up, the embarrassment of which only served to make it worse. She scratches at the back of her head, trying to stop herself from covering her torso. The action would be a sign of weakness tinging with disrespect.

Eden wipes a hand down her face as she considers the offer. Pretends to consider. Vaas invited her somewhere, even if she felt like could say no, she wouldn't. Even ignoring the fact that it's Vaas, Eden needs to pop culture crash course. Too many times has she been left nodding along while everyone around laughs at some reference she's never heard.

"Um. Yeah. Yes. Sure." She avoids looking him in the eye while stepping fully out of the water and drying her legs with her shirt. "What kind of movies?" It doesn't matter, really, but the silence was too uncomfortable to be left alone.

　　　Sir. He likes that. It makes him grin and chuckle where he is, leaned against a large boulder facing the river. Vaas hadn't meant to catch her in such a vulnerable state, but he isn't courteous enough to keep his hazel gaze from sneaking across the places of her he hasn't seen before. Casual and unbothered.

　　　"found a lot of movies in some captive luggage. it's movie night tonight." Was it her that said she's never had a chance to watch many films? He can't remember. In any case, Vaas doesn't really feel like sharing a couch with anyone else; Hayes would drink all of the alcohol and annoy him, Tiago wouldn't stick around longer than a minute, and Vaas can't imagine their prim "external hire" would want to sit next to him for an hour else her jewelry would tarnish in his unwashed air.

　　　"so what do you say, amiga? bath time can wait."

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Eden scratches at her arm, a time-old tradition in stressful situations. Beth words spit like venom, the minimal force behind them enough to have the young girl flinching. She wraps her arms around her torso and hugs herself tightly. Hand lands on the divot between her shoulder and neck, feeling the gnarly twisting skin beneath her ratty shirt.

Beth poses a fair question, even with the vitriol in her tone. Why does anyone need Eden? She scratches and pinches at the raised skin under her hand, feeling it itch more and more with every uncomfortable second that passes.

"Because." She answers simply, eyes trained on the dirt between them. She turns away from Beth's suffocating gaze and pulls the collar of her shirt off her shoulder.

A clear bite mark, one deep enough to create a visible pit. The scar spiders off towards her neck, twisting the discolored skin. Beth could always shoot her after seeing the bite. Not even give her the time to explain.

She says nothing until it's re-covered.

"I'm immune too." Her voice comes out in a shaky whisper, nerves getting in the way of volume. Eden cracks her knuckles in a self-soothing gesture, refusing to look at Beth's reaction. "I don't-...It's not like I...." Her arms fold over her chest. She finally gathers the strength to look in the ex-hunters direction, though still over her shoulder. "I just need to find Ellie. And I know you want to find Joel so...Why don't we help each other..?" It's not like she wants to drag this woman down her obviously destructive path, but she needs the help. And Beth needs it too.

Beth had to bite her tongue. If she was younger, back in her HUNTER days, she would have let Eden have it. A verbal assault that'd possibly make her run off in tears, or reciprocate and lure in even more infected. Again.

For now, however, she listened. Her lips were wrenched shut, jaw tight as her teeth began to ACHE. Her gaze tore Eden apart, as if looking for sincerity.

She cursed Joel then. Cursed her being unable to decline his request. The bastard knew she couldn't — wouldn't. And now here she was, stuck with a kid who wasn't even important to their mission.

"Why do I need you?" The words came out, perhaps, far harsher than she intended. Maybe, deep down, it came our exactly how she intended.

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Leaving Ellie never felt right, especially after the building came down and blocked off Eden's only way to get to her. But Joel is a strong guy. He can take care of himself well enough, Eden just hopes that strength still applies when it comes to Ellie.

Other than having to leave her best friend, Eden was less than thrilled to be alone with Beth. She's not a raging bitch. Just kinda...old. And crotchety. She never laughs at Eden's jokes or take interest in her facts. Honestly, who DOESN'T want to hear about honeypot ants?

"They have these specialized workers with inflatable abdomens! They eat a whole bunch of food then hang upside down in the nest for other ants to feed. Like an ant juice pouch!"

The rambling is met with an eyeroll and a vague sound of disinterest. Eden sighs, frustrated with the lack of communication. Silence makes her skin crawl. She tries to stay quiet for a while, but the crunching of ground under her sneakers isn't enough to keep her mind busy. It starts drifting to Ellie. Alone. Helpless. She shakes her head, finding another random fact to impart.

"Did you know dolphins-" Beth cuts her off before she gets the chance to share. It was a really good one too...

Beth's face scrunches in the middle, creating harsh lines of wrinkles, suggesting she's looked at more people like this than any other way. Eden shrinks into herself at the gruff tone and the accusation that this is her fault. As if she hadn't been a rock for Ellie up until this point. As if Ellie was just some stranger to her that she should've let go on a perilous mission alone.

"What do you care." She grumbles, hanging her head low and kicking at rocks. "It's not like you like us anyway." She laces her fingers in front of her, chewing on her lip while avoiding eye contact. "We need each other." Eden insists quietly, trying to cement the idea in her own mind more than Beth's.

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Beth hated the infected at the best of times, let alone when she was smuggling somebody. Let alone when it's a smartass kid ( or two, apparently ) . A kid who, while she listened, seemed hell bent on making life far more difficult than it had to be.

Like Ellie, Eden seemed to not have an off switch. Even after being separated from Joel and Ellie and narrowly escaping a hoard of infected, CLICKERS included, the teenager went right back to her ' fun facts ' she was reading from a fact book. As if nothing had happened not even ten minutes prior.

As if Eden hadn't been the reason they were being chased in the first place.

Beth rolled her shoulder, muscles tight and aching. She was getting old. Her luck was running out. Maybe this would be the job that finally killed her.

"Why the fuck wouldn't you just let Ellie go with Joel alone?" Beth finally snapped, brows furrowed so tightly that it was a wonder she didn't get a headache. It was a look formed from MANY tough years, horrid encounters, and horrific deeds.

"None of this needed you. She would've been fine. You could've just let her go alone. Why didn't you?"

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Hayes laughs like a hyena send tweet

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@unrclypirxte // Vaas and Beth !!

Vaas is bored. Like. Really fucking bored. Nothing is hitting the way it's supposed to, not even the shit from Earnhardt. His nerves are fried, he supposes. It pissed him off before, now he's just. Down.

He knows how to fix it by now, he has to mentally stimulate himself rather than trying to force something physical. Which takes a lot more planning and brainpower. Obviously. It's hard to get in the mood for it, considering the million other things he actually has to do. But the inner child needs nurturing too, no? If he can't have fun, what's the fucking point? He needs to take time for himself, too.

He was sure Beth's assistance was out of the question here, until a fun thought crept into his head. Well, fun for him. A whole list of other things for her. If he didn't know any better, he might be worried she'd stop talking to him after this. Ah, que pensamiento tan estúpido.

He finds her working, barking orders at some little idiot not doing their job. The show starts early, Vaas doesn't greet anyone in the area. He goes straight for Beth, hands stuffed in his pockets and head hung low. His fingers graze her bicep as a serious tone comes from him.

"Can we talk for a moment?" Vaas jerks his head back, indicating he wanted her to follow him. A question, not a demand. The flat mohawk, ripped shirt and furrowed expression were all calculated and intentional. Little hints to lead her through his maze.

He has to fight down the giggle bubbling up in his chest. This is gonna be good.

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Jason's hands are shaking with anger as he keeps a tight grip on his com device. The fucking least Buck could've done was give him the right directions. It's his shit Jason is retrieving, after all.

The reminder of Keith sets freezing cold water through his veins. His anger got in the way. He needs to calm the fuck down, or Keith will be the one paying for it. Jason chews on the inside of his cheek when he hears the younger boy whimper, a thick sense of fear in his tone.

He wasn't given a compass to read. But fine. Fine. Whatever Buck wants.

"I think I might be able to." The walkie returns to its rightful place with a huff above. He's content to not hear Buck's grating voice again until he's returning the object, but then he returns to the crossroads. And it looks...different.

"Hey-Buck?" The walkie crackles to live, Jason's voice quivering in an almost unnoticeable way. " I want to make absolute sure, it's the path with the big tree?"

There's tsking from Buck's side of the radio.

"Don't start insulting me now, Jason... I have Keith up here with me. Y'know it's really easy to get me in a bad mood!"

He places the revolver on the table, whistling at Keith.

"Y'see, I thought you'd call back. So I got some security for myself to make sure you don't piss me the fuck off. Ain't that right, Keith?"

There's a strangled noise from the younger man.

"Now, if you went straight... Well, just go to your north-west. Ah wait, white boy doesn't know compass directions or how to read a map, lets make it much simpler. Yes, go back to the crossroads, if you can manage that."

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Buck is literally out here like "oh you LOVE me Jason, don't lie."

Meanwhile Jason's miming strangling him-

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Jason rolls his eyes at Bucks twisting of words.

"I know how to read a fucking map you piece of-" his grip tightens on his walkie as he takes a tense breath. It continues, in and out, actually managing to calm him for a moment until Buck speaks again.

"Right....fucking right? You said STRAIGHT, ASSHOLE." Jason slams his walkie down, with just enough care to keep it from shattering. He kicks at the dirt a few times, rips up and throws some grass, then plops onto a fallen tree and retrieves his communication device.

"So, what?" Jason is panting, more from the adrenaline rush than overexertion, "I go back to the crossroads, then?"

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Jason looks around the jungle oasis, searching for any kind of familiar landmark. He checks his map again, realizing wherever he is, it's not on there.

He's fucking lost.

Jason unclasps his walkie-talkie from its place, then raises it to his mouth.

"Buck." Nothing.

"Buck...pick up. I'm- ... Pick up." Ugh. Jason doesn't want to admit he got lost. Especially not to Buck.

"Dude-. Fine. I'm lost. Need help. Where is this thing you're looking for again?" He bites the bullet, it's the only way to move forward.

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Jason looks around the jungle oasis, searching for any kind of familiar landmark. He checks his map again, realizing wherever he is, it's not on there.

He's fucking lost.

Jason unclasps his walkie-talkie from its place, then raises it to his mouth.

"Buck." Nothing.

"Buck...pick up. I'm- ... Pick up." Ugh. Jason doesn't want to admit he got lost. Especially not to Buck.

"Dude-. Fine. I'm lost. Need help. Where is this thing you're looking for again?" He bites the bullet, it's the only way to move forward.

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Muses Added, starter call! (Specify who, please!)

Florence Quigley

Dillon "Disk" Dunphy

Simone "Mantis" Waite

Bambi "Buck" Hughes

Vaas Montenegro

Jason Brody

Jacob, Joseph and John Seed

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MASTERLIST

Ask Games:

hc ask game (eden, hayes)

seven deadly sins (eden, hayes)

hayes 2

eli, eden, suri

eli, hayes, eden, suri

sex values ask game (hayes, eden)

Character info:

Eden info, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 9, 10, 11,

eden meme dump 1

Eden journal entries

Eden art

the cult does not celebrate secular holidays (eden)

eden likes water

Eden and Jacob

Eden's true crime doc (more to come)

Eli and Eden

Hayes info, 2, 3, 4,

hayes is a dog (eden, hayes)

John and Hayes

Suri info, 2

Vic info

AUs:

Vaas and Eden in BG3

Locations:

eli's cafe

suri's tent

eden and hayes' cabin

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DOSSIER STARTERS HC MASTERLIST

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Anyone: Victory, cleaning is not a hobby.

Vic: Oh...then um. Organization?

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Eden hasn't left Rook since she arrived. It feels monumental to step onto foreign sands and look at all the unfamiliar faces.

The locals treat her with an air of disrespect, whispering in Spanish while staring and pointing. Beth warned her how they view Americans, told her not to flaunt her heritage. Still, it put her on edge to feel so many eyes on her back. An unfiltered ease had come with learning Rook so well, it was strange to be starting at square one again.

Eden nods to two guards as she passes between them, expecting that to be the end until they follow her. Shoulder to shoulder, the three make their way to where Beth and Marco were having their conversation. The guards don't leave her sides. She stares at one. Then the other. She was told to act like they don't exist, but she has a hard time when their fingers are wrapped tightly around their guns.

"I'm with them." She grunts simply, gesturing to Beth. Despite being told not to dress like a pirate, her need to conform had her copying Beth's clothes to a certain degree. She broke another rule, speaking without being spoken to. The tally racks up in her head, each infraction feeling like another gun to her head.

Marco said something in Spanish, but all Eden caught was her own name from Beth. Of course they're talking about her. Fucking everyone is apparently. Her stomach churns with nerves and embarrassment, turning to stone as the man stalks over. Her fingers twitch at her sides, left hand going for her pistol and finding empty space. Right. They made her leave them outside the Cartel base. She turns a glare on him, trying to intimidate him before he closes the distance. It's instinct. She couldn't have stopped it if she wanted to.

Eden hears the guns on either side of her click, signaling they're ready for use. It sends a shiver down her back, makes her skin crawl. Is Beth really going to let them kill her?

"I am not defenseless." She warns, trying to keep her tone steady. The tension puts a quiver in her voice. Not fear, no. Adrenaline.

He laughs. Like he doesn't belive her. Edens eyes follow him, narrowing.

"I have a knife hidden on my person." Her words are choppy. Robotic. She's grasping at straws, really. The less seriously he takes her, the less control she feels. At least with Vaas, she knows what he's capable of. She has not history with this stranger.

His question comes after yet another bout of Spanish. What he said is beyond her, but the question pisses her off. Obviously she was threatening him? Did she misspeak or stutter without realizing it?

"I..." Red burns in her cheeks as her brows furrow in confusion. He's obviously not stupid. Is it a language barrier? Or is it her fault. She's being stupid. "I was-" She huffs.

"Nothing." She surrenders. Maybe submission can get her out of this. "Sir." She clarifies. "Nothing, sir. Hoyt requested Beth, I came to collect her."

Eden folds her hands behind her back, picking at her nails with slightly more privacy. She tucks a lip between her teeth, gnawing at it to expend some of her energy.

"I meant no disrespect, Don Marco, sir."

Far Cry 3 Starters! - ALWAYS ACCEPTING

@b3ast0fburd3n said: "I have a hidden knife in my boot" Eden to Marco

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Marco greeted Beth with open arms; a hug that crushed her into his chest, a kiss on either of her cheeks out of respect. He was all smiles and charm, a sparkle in his eye that promised good things. He ignored those who she usually bought, familiar faces wholly unnecessary to his day.

He was happily chatting away until two of his guards came in, a woman between them. An American woman. Someone unfamiliar and not on his radar of expected visitors. She was saying something about being with ' them ' . A gesture to Beth, a redness to her cheeks.

He spoke in Spanish, words Eden didn't know. But words that Beth replied to with ease ( Eden's name slipping in there somewhere ) , shrugging, hands on her hips as Marco STALKED over to Eden.

Examining behind tinted lenses, his guards took the time to turn the safety off on their weapons. And then, sounding so sure of herself, Eden spoke. And, joy, what words they were.

A LAUGH escaped Marco, filling the room and drowning out any previous silence. He nodded slowly, as if digesting her words.

"A esta perra le gusta hablar." An observation in foreign tongue, said loudly in-between his amused laughter. "And what would you be planning to do with that knife?"

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but do you get what i mean when I say she will die her fathers daughter