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thinking about squid today

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"Not classified enough to keep from me."

He leans back from being in Piers's space, hands shoved into pockets on the cloak. There's the flicker of red light across the hex shaped cells on the cloak itself as it comes back into view.

"We're collecting strays again." It's said without any malice, just a detached boredom that spoke of this happening pretty often. "I'm surprised Hawk brought in someone like you."

The question makes him laugh, his voice a rumble behind the mask.

"Consider it a habit. I like to see before being seen."

"Classified."

He only says it to annoy what was obviously a stealth operative. Truth be told, he had figured from the jump someone was here. Something had just...seemed off. Some kind of crackle in the air. Hadn't expected a real-life cloaking field, though, Jesus. How long, exactly has the Guild had access to that?

He's been poking around here ever since he was deemed no risk to wander the facilities on his own. His arm is...still mangled, but the severity of it has drastically receded. New flesh was growing over gaps and bones were starting to grow back towards a proper arm shape.

"Why the covert maneuvers?" @stealthkills

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3 & 15 :)

3. what are some features of others that attract them from the outset?

are you strong as fuck? are you nigh unkillable? are you really fucking good at what you do? congrats, you have a chance. vector likes hyper-competence. you get bonus points if you're in the same line of work as he is.

outside of that, his preference is for people who approach him first out of a sense of thinking he's interesting. if you're canny enough to notice him, you get his attention.

15. what is something they consider a kink of their own?

bondage but specifically trying to find a way to bind him that he can't slip out of. he likes testing the limits of his flexibility and escape skills, and there's a whole new level they get to test with his most recent mutations.

sunday asks.

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do they indulge in masturbation or personal fantasies?

oh, of course. it's the delight of having his own personal space instead of living in a barracks (not that it stopped him before lol). you learn to have personal time whenever you damn well please once you get your own space.

he does often use it to wind down for the end of a night, depending on the day he's had.

sunday asks.

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what is something they wish to try? why haven't they tried this yet?

biting, clawing, marking stuff. and also actual anonymous hook ups. both he avoids because of his viral stuff - biting is a No Go for basically any partner who isn't carla, and truly anonymous stuff is avoided because he likes to make sure he isn't causing outbreaks lol.

alas, he's not too disappointed. but his list of things he would like to do but can't is pretty short.

sunday asks.

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𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 & 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

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what is their sexuality/sexual preference?

what is their romantic preference or inclination?

what are some features of others that attract them from the outset?

what are some features of others that arouse them, or they find arousing in a sexual situation?

what are their most common turn-ons?

what are some more situational or contextual turn-ons?

what attire do they feel most attractive in?

what attire do they find others most attractive in?

what is their favourite sexual act?

do they indulge in masturbation or personal fantasies?

how do they feel about foreplay?

how do they feel about one-night stands?

are they openly flirtatious/sexual, or are they quite private?

how open are they, or how do they feel about sexual experimentation? elaborate if needed.

what is something they consider a kink of their own?

have they engaged in sexual acts beyond themselves and a single partner (group sex, swinging, polyamory, etc.)?

how satisfactory has their sex life been thus far?

what is something they wish to try? why haven't they tried this yet?

are they dominant, submissive, switch, partner/context-dependent, or unsure?

do they prefer to give or receive sexually?

+ established ship question. in any/all verses, with any/all ships, have your character/s speak about that ship's intimate & sexual dynamic, and how they feel about it.

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⚡️+ who ELSE are you fooling around with?!

He barks a laugh that echoes up the hiking trail that they've carved through the woods around the guild. It had come up a few times, but never so bluntly.

"If you mean here at the Guild, I've made my bed with Hector and Michaela. Outside of the Guild - no one you've met and no one you're likely to meet."

He waves his hand a bit before he tugs the hood of his cloak up around his neck and shoulders.

"Does that bother you at all?"

truth time.

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“⚡️” So what was it like on your side after Raccoon City? (separatedway)

"We got fired."

He says it plainly, knowing it sounded ridiculous. These days, it was funny - in the moment, it had been nightmarish.

"We were hired to clean up after the last team got smashed to pieces trying to get the G-Virus sample. Boss went ahead of us, managed to do his own thing, and we cleaned our the town hall until we were told our extraction copter had been 'delayed.' "

He rolls his eyes, arms folded across his chest. So many survivors in one place these days had to be an omen of some kind.

"We were trying to hunt down the other survivors. Initially because we were told taking care of them would secure our exit, later because we wanted a bargaining chip against Umbrella."

He shrugs a little.

"Didn't matter in the end. We got what we needed out of it."

truth time.

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⚡️"Who the fuck are you?" Trap card activated! (Hello!)

"Your worst nightmare if you keep shouting."

The only sign he's there is the flicker in the air, like a heat shimmer, and the flash of his visor as he tilts his head bird-like. Piers is an interesting fellow - and Vector had been keeping an eye on him for the last little while.

He's surprised he got noticed at all. When he inhales, it's with the rattle of something wrong with his lungs and echoed with the respirator.

"Now shush. What exactly are you up to?"

truth time.

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"I - have hobbies." His voice breaks when he says it, because - does he actually? He's not sure he does. Huh.

It made sense, though, that something like Eba would prefer to hide. Even if he had back-up, he liked to hide. There was something satisfying being the shadow in the dark.

He drums his fingers on his upper arm as he considers it, humming softly as he thinks. The bloodlust is really the most appealing part of it. They'd honed him like a knife, carefully cutting away anything that wasn't needed, and handed him to Death to use.

And here he was, nearly forty years later.

"Funny, hearing you use the rookie's voice. Hadn't expected to see him again after Raccoon City."

There's a vibration that comes from the creature that seems a little bit like a chuckle.

"Maybe you should get a hobby," the bug retorts in Leon's voice.

Eba cuts the thread with their mandibles, and taps the panels back into place with their forelegs, returning to their default voice.

"It may be easier for you to deal with. You're bigger than we are. You also have back-up. We were alone for a long time."

"We like battle," they hum, "Answering the call is satisfying. The cleaving of flesh. But we like it to not be pure survival."

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"Mn. Fair point. Beltway's walked away from some of the most insane stuff and he doesn't have anything viral to thank for that until recently."

Recently, in the grand scheme of things. It's been a few years since Ahab joined their cohort and Vector's finally starting to feel okay with the rotating door of new faces that are coming through to the Guild. It was never sustainable with only the original members, but it still raised his hackles for a long while.

Maybe the recent symptoms he was feeling came with the caveat of being okay with Ahab's people. It drew him to her these days, though not like a compulsion - more like a thread she could tug to let him know she was thinking about him.

A strange new way of life. When he thinks he might finally be getting bored enough to retire, something new happens.

"I wish I could relate. Peace always rubs me the wrong way. I get stir crazy if I'm stuck here without anything to do."

"Humans are resilient regardless. Dangerous both alone and in large numbers. Probably why the worst things to face have their origins in human genome."

J'avo aren't an exception. They were a class of their own, yes, but they notably retained the human ability to communicate complex thought and communicate. Even for those that weren't equipped to communicate vocally.

Having a voice, to Ebajalg, was the most vital part of their adaptations they undertook, to achieve decent commensalist arrangements with creatures that had a tendency to be hostile to all of them.

They continue to weave conductive thread through coils that needed it, keeping mind of the electrical fields and polarity of the cloak.

"Hard to say what can be credited to coming from humanity, and what is the virus. I've seen plenty of humans walk away from things they shouldn't- virus or not. We don't take chances with them, if we have to face them."

"We prefer this," they admit, tucking more silk into the alloyed coils, "Easier to get necessary resources than having to hunt for them. Even if we like battle, we like being able to rest, too."

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"Mostly because of practice and a bit of tech accommodation. My mask helps me see a little better."

He drops his hands to his lap again. Without his mask, the world maintained the look of a painting that had been smeared by a careless hand. Wearing them sharpened the images of the space around them into something actually navigable.

Eba weaves together a repair that he doesn't immediately see. He's content to let them continue feeling over the wiring of the cloak while he leans back and closes his eyes.

"Mmhm. Since I was a teenager." An idle hand scratches the faint dots that are what remain of the experiments he had initially been apart of. "I will say I've walked out of situations I shouldn't have thanks to the viral experiments, even if the medication routine is hellish."

"Cataracts-"

So, that explained some of the dullness.

"You navigate very well in spite of it."

They feel underneath the panels, locating a thread that was broken off entirely. Vector had said that it required conductivity to work, so they curled under themselves to start spinning silky material, spawning a small, translucent thread.

Weaving between the coils of alloy, the bug hums, "Tyrant," in Vector's own voice.

"Sturdy," they return to their own layered, warbling voice, "You've been infected for a while?"

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"Fire and flowers, huh."

They move to smooth out some of the minute issues with the cloak that he can't see, that he normally has to feel with his fingertips to correct, and he mutters a thank you to them before they speak up to him again.

How do you see the world?

"Very poorly, as most doctors would say."

He tests the edge of the knife with his thumb before it gets re-sheathed and set to the side, granting the conversation his undivided attention now.

"Bad cataracts. Tried having them corrected ages ago, but they came back - so I just work around them now."

He taps the spot just under his right eye with one finger, exhaling a sigh as he does.

"Symptom of - a couple things really. Mostly Tyrant."

The Gnezdo nods, "We sometimes have dreams about seeing the world differently. But they're hard to remember."

Vector puts his feet up on the empty chair, and Eba crawls to feel at the coiled wires and hexagonal panels, smoothing out where areas had chinked and threads had loosened.

"We like the look of fire and flowers," they confess.

Spiral patterns that coaxed attention, the powerful effect of flames and smoke rising. All brought a soothing sensation that quieted the many thoughts from voices within them.

"Your eyes are different. We can't see the light in them. How do you see the world?"

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For someone who had to learn not to rely on sight, hearing the perspective of a creature that saw the world in entirely different spectrum to the other members of the Guild was enough to draw his attention from the kukri in his lap.

"Interesting. That's good to know if we ever have to deal with other BOWs like you."

Not that C-zombies would ever really be a threat to them while they had Ahab on their side - but with strange combinations of Plagas in the streets, it made sense that some might be able to sense him even cloaked.

He'd bring it up to HUNK next time they talked shop.

"It works because we run an electrical pulse through it. It's usually set up to the pack on my back, but we've been working to downsize it."

He kicks his feet up in the other chair, since Eba wasn't using it, and goes back to sharpening the curved blade in his lap.

"Must be interesting to see the world the way you do."

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The bug pauses its examination, considering Vector's question. What in particular grabbed their interest?

"We haven't seen metal like this," they explain.

Most metal to them appeared dark, dull. Most of the materials made by humans looked dark and dull- and to be frank, humans themselves were gray and spotted beasts, lacking a lot of the bright patterns of the other creatures on the planet- save the few that had been infected in some way.

"It looks transparent to us," they say, "We can hardly see it until you use it. Then, it looks dark."

Not the intended effect. But clearly this was meant to deceive human eyes.

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The moth-like Gnezdo is puzzling over Vector's ancient equipment, feelers gliding over panels that bent light around itself, rendering the wearer invisible, or cloaking them in the form of another person.

"Neat," they warble.

Of all the new companions at the Guild, the one Vector least expects is the enormous insect that accompanies Ahab on most of her endeavors. The other mutants that had crawled out of the smoking pit that was Silo didn't stay for long, extended periods of time - they came and went like flickering vespers, only there when their commander required them to be.

This one, though, was currently crawling over and examining the armored cloak that he had shrugged off to maintain. It was a soothing ritual he did even now: check his guns, check his knives, check his cloak. It should bother him more than it does that they're crawling on something so vital to him, but it doesn't.

Weird.

"It's old tech. They don't make it anymore - was too expensive for something too niche. HUNK might be the only person in the world with a supply of the special alloyed thread needed for it to work." Meaning he had to be extra careful with it.

"Your senses are different than ours. Is there something particularly interesting about it?"