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The type of adult and very mature entertainment they both enjoyed

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( The Soul Reaver remasters patched in the Kickstarter supporters.

Also hi. I know I've been MIA but rather than doing anything productive with my week off from work I apparently slipped into a coma, instead. 👋 )

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( I finally got around to browsing Lara's playlist (maybe eventually I'll even get around to actually listening to it (I cry)) but

Kurtis VA spotted. I see you, Crystal Dynamics. I see what you did. )

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recieving a "i'm fine" when you question someone about their mortal wounds feels odd. especially when it's usually your line

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an independent multimuse featuring Kurtis Trent from Tomb Raider: Angel of Darkness, influenced by Murti Schofield’s writings rules — muse — tags — tracker

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" i'm a dangerous girl and right now i'm losing my patience. "

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canon-divergent & headcanon-based ;; inspired by J.R.Milward's novels run by gio ; follows as infernalpursuit

⇄ if you’re interested!! personals don’t interact!!

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[ @busygirlgcttagc for The Man bc I just got through the louvre escape and I need to release Something okay ]

"Actually. I need to ask"

She leans back on her chair, side eyeing him. Looks like miss Croft accidentally went down memory lane while studying the Catacombs under Paris.

"When you arrived at the Louvre. Did you know I was in the Hall of Seasons, or was that just luck?"

Unsaid question: were you stalking me?

Eyebrows raised preemptively to attention, Kurtis looks up from doing some light reading of his own: The Necronomicon, as translated by Dr. Dee. Recreational review, and since, “Thou mayest not call upon NANNA till thou hast passed the Gate of NANNA,” makes for an easy enough marker to find again, he doesn’t bother keeping his place before diverting his gaze.

“Luck,” he admits, straightforward and punctuated by a tilt of his head. “I mentioned before that I did some freelancing work with Gunderson’s mercenaries— finally started putting the pieces together after I caught wind that the Cabal had set their sights there, shortly before some Agency forces were sent to procure a certain ‘painting of interest.’ Helluva coincidence, that.

“I’d hoped to beat them there. Turns out your timing was better than all of ours.”

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With a chair quietly pulled out, the journal slid across the table (a stainless steel Kaweco Sport fountain pen pressed against it with a thumb up until that point), and the cup placed beside it, Kurtis sits and is just about to open the journal when the unexpected attention is directed his way.

Unexpected but not unwelcome, his plans for the evening having previously consisted of nothing more than coffee drinking, note-taking (and more than likely a little sketching because he just can’t help himself), a couple hours of sleep before work— and then rinse, lather, repeat. A little conversion in between never hurts. So, looking up, he shakes his head. “I lent a hand, but I think Holiday just needed a fresh set of eyes, sir.”

A beat, and then, “If you don’t mind my asking, how long have you worked on this rig?”

Even when silent, Rennick is loudly present, unabashedly taking up space with sweeping movements of his arms and jutting out his elbows to establish a physical barrier around himself despite there being no need for one, considering the distance at which Trent is seated. Again, good lad. Even got some sort of book with him, too. Christ. All these years, herding empty-headed roasters for a living, and Cadal finally sent him one with a brain.

"I hear that one stubborn genny that's been giving us trouble on and off for the past few weeks is working just fine now." Swiping a piece of cake from between his teeth with his tongue, he picks up his coffee but refrains from taking a sip; instead, he glances towards Trent, eyes sharp, his jaw working as he considers his next words. "Your work, I take it."

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Stanley looks back at the sound of snapping bones before, just as quickly, directing his eyes forward again. It isn’t the tearing of flesh that gets him, but the sight of Shovel so nonchalantly popping one of the goblin’s grubby little grabbers into her mouth. To each their own; if she likes them, she likes them, but it’s almost enough to make his companion’s notoriously lousy cooking seem downright appetizing.

If he keeps looking, if he keeps thinking about it, he’s going to gag, and that’s not going to be fun for anyone.

“Alive— or at least they were the last time I saw them. They’re not the brightest invocations in the spellbook if you catch my meaning, but they do have their uses.” Up to a point, but maybe now a certain quasit threatens to replace them both. After all, she’d gotten the gem for him, and where were they? Too busy “setting up camp,” which roughly translated meant gathering a few sticks and pitching a tent that they’re lucky Stan (in his infinite wisdom and limited mercy) even lets them share space with him.

But now he’s gone and made himself angry with them, so after a beat, he asks, “You’ve mentioned an ‘Illy’ a few times now. A previous master, I assume?”

Reluctant to leave a perfectly good meal behind, Shovel effortlessly rips a few of the goblin's fingers clean off, stuffing one in her mouth and holding the other in her fist like a serving of crooked bread sticks flavored with under-nails gunk and crusted filth. Always a hit. She has no plans to share them, either, not even with High-Hat—these are hers and hers only—much-deserved treats, in Shovel's opinion, for braving a cavern filled with ravenous spiders and ridding them of an annoyance.

"Yeah?" In no time at all, she catches up to the sorcerer, staying dutifully at his side as they walk. "Alive or dead?" Illy's were all dead, but if High-Hat's minions are alive, at least for now, then perhaps he will grant her the honor of hacking them apart for him to reanimate later. Free will is such a bothersome thing, regrettably plaguing most living beings but only a few undead.

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Monkey distinctly remembers having fallen asleep on the cold, hard, peeling floor tucked away in one of the corners of one of the many abandoned buildings commonly found, well, pretty much everywhere. Sheltered by the four walls from poor weather and prying, machinal eyes alike— or the rarer set of organic ones. So, when he suddenly awakens not long after drifting off, finding himself outside and staring up toward a much brighter, kinder blue sky, an immediate sense of panic rather than relief sets in.

Rolling to one side, the sizable man climbs swiftly to his feet; the telescopic staff, usually stored in the back of his right glove, is extended with a flick of the wrist and gripped in his hand in the same movement. Turning one way and then the other, a frenzied display to find any possible culprit, Monkey can’t help but think that the unexpected change in scenery is unsettlingly beautiful— surrounded by verdant undergrowth and a stone’s throw from an expansive, clearwater lake.

At first glance, it doesn’t look too different from places he’s been before; only this time, something feels noticeably off.

@musesofthegladeandbeyond ( Rayman ) is in for some Monkey business

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Obligatory uno reverse question give me your least favorite original timeline level

( I’m not so well-versed in levels outside of AoD, I’ll be honest (before that one, Last Revelation was my favorite. So, many, replays). I’ve played (and own #blessed) every TR game from the original timeline, but it’s been some years since I sat down to really play through them. With that being said, the stage I’m not so crazy about that comes to mind has to be the aquatic research area— if only because I have a bit of a phobia surrounding water, video game water included. It’s uncomfortable, to say the least. >> )

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“Yeah, well, Eckhardt and the Cabal perfected that little habit.” Showing up unexpectedly. A commonality he shares, maybe? Loathed to admit it.

Placing the now empty coffee cup on the counter behind him, Kurtis mirrors Lara when he folds his own arms across his chest, ankles interlacing, watching as the archaeologist takes to pacing the kitchen floor. He can sense the unease, the irritation coming off of her in waves— one doesn’t need to be psychic to pick up on that tension. He gets it. Just when you think you’re out, right?

“Ideally? No. It’s definitely not outside the realm of possibility that they show up here, but if they haven’t in all this time, we have to hope something’s stopping them. Tracking Gunderson down won’t be easy, but I’d prefer not to bring them to your front door if I can help it.

“But it’s already late,” he continues, with a shake of his head and a momentary closing of eyes. “I’m gonna see if I can’t get a motel room nearby, and we can rendezvous in the morning.” Never mind that it is, in fact, already morning. Still, a couple hours of sleep before the sunrise might be doable. Assuming either of them can actually sleep, of course.

She let out a gentle scoff, shrugging. Unfortunately, singing victory so soon is still a bad habit that comes back to bite her from time to time, and that goes for anything involving the Black Alchemist, too. She killed the big bad, the world was safe, everyone accepted that she isn't a serial killer. Lara decided there was no need to dig deeper into a chapter of her life she considered closed for good. One that began in a tragedy, and ended bittersweetly enough to leave her unsatisfied, still.

She crosses her arms as he speaks, fingers digging in her bicepts. It's far from closed. It's far from being worth being forgotten. Maybe, it shouldn't be.

"Looks like Eckhardt always appeared where you least expected..." she murmurs, attempting to push away a hint of uncomfortable anger with a joke, taking her time to pace around the kitchen. "A secret organization who has its roots all over the world..." a chuckle "Wouldn't be a first."

Shoutout to the Trinity. They were mildly interesting for the few months she kept pestering them.

"...the plan is to wait for them to come here, too? I don't think I'd have enough coffee to offer."

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( One last photo dump (for now), Lartis edition! Because. Listen. I kind of love them. 20 below the cut! )

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( There may or may not be 30 photos of Kurtis from the AoD remaster below this cut, and that may or may not be because that's Tumblr's limit. )

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( 🤝 + 27: as a suggestion, between you-know-who. )

Things can change quite a bit, in a handful of years.

After way too many fiascos while working with - or for - someone, Lara decided that she'd much rather walk solo. Take her time, face the horrors and the traps by herself.

Then why did she bring Kurtis with her, this time?

It was a fairly simple trip, as far as she was concerned, enough to make her consider not bringing a compass just to spice things up a bit.

Maybe, that's the reason.

Show him that her life isn't just research, deadly traps and taking down evil organizations, sometimes she can appreciate a simple walk in the park... as long as said park was a long abandoned temple deep in a Thailand rainforest, anyway.

Or she simply wasn't sure what would've happened if she left him and Winston alone for too much time.

Stopping the rented jeep but a few inches from the umpteenth barely missed tree, Lara takes her time to still appreciate the AC while checking her surroundings, allowing her last minute companion to... probably thank someone, up there, that they didn't crash and burn just yet, grabbing onto her shoulder with a little bit of tension.

That's enough to make her chuckle. Is that his own, cool way to tell her to stop constantly pressing on the accelerator?

"Oh, come on, now. I was careful." she laughs, ingoring the fact that she almost sent them off the road more than once. "But I'll let you drive on the way back."

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( I finished the AoD remaster and only took 742 screenshots. :DK )

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( @busygirlgcttagc because Kurtis and Lara vibes. )