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A Sudden Diversion - A Lackadaisy Tickle Fic
Lee: Freckle
Lers: Ivy and Rocky
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Evidently, plowing an automobile through several thickets and insisting it is a "short-cut" is dangerous.
This may have been a revelation to Rocky, but Freckle could have told him that from the beginning. In fact, he tried.
Yet, here they were: in the Lackadaisy's cluttered garage, mending the battering inflicted on their poor vehicle. The car was nicked and scratched from the shrubbery, not unlike its occupants. The engine compartment would have been just fine had the frenzied tom Rocky not rammed it into a tree's trunk. All in all, the damages were unnecessary and very expensive. To say that Miss Mitzi was peeved at the three stooges would be an understatement. Due to the speakeasy's lack of adequate funds, the car's repairs would need to be done by Rocky, Ivy, and Freckle, as reparations for ruining the car in the first place. Freckle supposed that being placed on mechanic duty wasn't the worst punishment Miss Mitzi could have dealt. Although, if anyone should have to be saddled with this chore, it should be Rocky. He's the one who made the mess in the first place.
But, perhaps it was for the best. It was safer in the garage than it was out there on the liquor-lined battlefield.
All three colleagues sat, working away silently. Or rather, almost silently, as Rocky could only take the deafening quiet for so long before he broke out into a hum. Some tune that neither Freckle nor Ives recognized. The musician himself was made useful by patching up the old paint job, while the two lovers dug through their toolbox, looking for the appropriate equipment to repair the engine.
Freckle had seen plenty of danger in his lifetime with his cousin. Hell, toughing through peril was practically his best trait as an officer in training. But each adventure wore down a little bit more of his psyche. And some nights, like tonight, there was nothing left to wear.
He was exhausted, both from the team's little excursion and the mental power it took not to have a panic attack.
Ivy, who sat at his right, learned over time to recognize these feelings through observation. Because odds were, Freckle wouldn't say it directly. She could pretty much discern and dissect every Freckle frown.
She was gonna make him smile.
She began with a little smirk of her own.
"Car maintenance isn't the peachiest job in the world, but at least we get some quality time together," Ivy said, batting her eyelids.
Brought out of his daze by the sudden sound of her voice, Freckle glanced up at Ivy quickly. He couldn't help but smile sheepishly at her flirtatious remarks.
But Ivy wasn't going to stop there.
"Y'know, I hardly ever get to witness you in your element. Tinkering away with your gadgets, and gizmos, and... whosiwhatsits, " she finished with a flippant backhand toward the toolbox.
Freckle seemed bashful to turn bashful at that.
"Oh. I'm no professional. My mum taught me everything I know, and when it became just me and her in that house, I had to step in and help with the maintenance. If I'm being honest, I'm more familiar with the back-end of a kitchen sink than I am with motor vehicle repair," he cringed.
"Relentlessly humble, as always," Rocky piped in suddenly, "Ol' Freckle Face never could take a compliment, however deserved or warranted."
"Yeah! C'mon McMurray, you're doing most of the heavy lifting here! Little did Miss M. know that when she hired a gunman, she also hired a handyman," said Ivy.
The extra attention was getting to Freckle, so much so that he hadn't noticed when his cheeks began to burn hot.
"It's really not a big deal-"
"I'll say it is, and no take-backsies!" Ivy declared. For emphasis, she burrowed a single claw into his armpit.
Freckle tittered softly and tilted his body away from his attacker.
"Kheehehe, quit it," he near-whispered.
"What will you do if I dont?" Ivy dared playfully.
What to answer with, Freckle hadn't the faintest. His upturned mouth opened and shut a few times, hoping that the perfect reasoning would spring from his lips at any moment. Finally, he spoke.
"We're not gohonna finish our wohork," he retorted lamely.
"Oh yeah? Is that what it is you're scared of? The job?" purred Ivy. She once again buried her pointer claw into the crook of his underarm. It took some more digging than the first time due to Freckle's attempts to keep his arm flat against his side. When she settled into her target, she scritched everywhere she could reach.
"Yehes!" Freckle said, much louder and desperate than he intended. He was squirming a little more now, bent in a seventy-degree angle, but still holding down his position. The first giggle, he couldn't control. The second, third, and fourth, however, he was determined to swallow down. His lips pressed into a wobbly smile, hoping that if he didn't laugh, she wouldn't continue.
That only made her tickle harder.
"You trying to hold it in? Good luck, 'cause my little brothers tried the same trick, and it did not last long," warned Ivy.
And it was true. Before long, his firmly shut lips did nothing to prevent his giggles from escaping. They sounded more like pleaful whimpers.
It wasn't that Freckle hated her little games, but succumbing to something so childish as tickling was easier said than done. Not to mention the fact that they were in public, where any one of the speakeasy's employees could walk in on them.
Within a matter of seconds, Ivy brought both claws into both armpits and was tickling away.
Freckle gave a laugh of surprise, a notch louder than before. He knew there was no fighting her now. The tingly electricity on both sides of his body overtook him, and he slid to the floor, with his back pressed against it. Ivy followed, now hooked by his incredible laughter.
"You crazy kids ought to keep your hands off of each other. Otherwise, people might get the idea that you two are les amoureux," Rocky called from his place at the car, voice shining with sarcasm. He was watching them now and smirking unsympathetically at his troubled cousin.
"We are les amoureux, Rocky," Ivy called back.
For some reason, Ivy holding a conversation with Rocky while Freckle was underneath her laughing pitifully was making the sensation worse. As his face burned brighter, Freckle turned his head away from her in an attempt to save himself the embarrassment of having her look upon his cheesy face.
"Awh~! Poor boy is embarrassed!" Ivy cooed, taking one hand away from his arm and cupping his cheek with it, pulling his face back to her.
"You are practically burning up!" she gasped, "Are you blushing~?"
The saints above could not help poor Freckle now.
He didn't grace that question with an answer and instead whined through his laughter. This could not get more humiliating.
"I missed that big smile! And that laugh. I love it when you laugh. It's so cute!" the feisty woman squealed.
"Nohoho, it's nohohot!" Freckle squealed louder. His paws, which had been tucked in like T-Rex arms to his chest, were now covering everywhere on his face he could reach.
"It's a shame that me admiring you flusters you so terribly, because I'm not going to stop any time soon. You're all mine to adore, Calvin McMurray~"
Holy hell.
The teasing's subject cried out in ticklish agony and released a new wave of laughter.
"This would be easier if- you know- I'll think I'll just- there we go!" Ivy maneuvered herself to sit behind Freckle's head while she pinned his hands under her knees. Now he was on full display, with no hope of saving his dignity.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle~" she teased as both hands came back down to lightly skitter over and across his belly. Freckle laughed uproariously, unable to hold anything back, his pure-hearted cackle ringing out throughout the garage.
It was almost more than he could bear.
Almost.
"DOHOHONT SAHAY THAT!"
"Why not?"
"IT MAHAKES IT WOHORSE!"
"Ah, good tip! Definitely will be making use out of this. Kitchee kitchee kitchee kitchee coo~!"
Ivy moved her paws towards his hips, squeezing them faster than was merciful.
Freckle's laugh deepened in pitch immediately, sounding more like a maniacal cackle.
"Pretty good targets, Miss Pepper, but you're neglecting some key players in this game of torture!" said Rocky.
"It's not torture! He's fine! Aren't you, sweetie?"
Freckle almost said no, but he was too busy laughing. Laughing from an attack he let happen. If he really detested it, he could have ended this from the beginning, and he knew that. But there was no real danger here. Not with Ivy. Not with Rocky, either. He knew they would never hurt him.
Nevertheless, when one is being pinned down and tickled stupid, the only thought your mind will allow is 'STOP'.
Rocky strode over to Ivy's side and looked down at his cousin.
"Me and Freckle used to get into many a battle such as these when we were little tykes. I triumphed them all, naturally, and I still remember his spots," the tomcat gave Ivy a wink and planted himself on Freckle's legs. "You go for the neck, I'll go for the knees."
"ROHOCKY!!" cried Freckle, betrayed.
"Ooo! Those are good ones!" cheered Ivy.
"ISN'T AHANYONE GOING TO WOHORK ON THE CAHAHAR?!"
"No", they both replied.
They began their double team attack on Freckle's tickle spots. Ivy went to work fluttering in every crevice of his neck, while Rocky rubbed and squeezed his kneecaps, occasionally giving a swift scribble to the undersides.
Freckle couldn't believe how absurd this scenario was. Here he was, now shrieking and giggling shrilly like a small child, while his two closest teammates were tickling him to pieces. He didn't bother to question it any more, simply surrendering to his silly fate and taking the opportunity to let everything go. He had been harboring so much guilt and anxiety over the past few days. Over the past few weeks even. What better time to abandon all sensible thought, what better time to look away from his reality of crime and war, what better time to simply be with his friends, safe and at peace, then now?
But he still needed to breathe, so Ivy let up and released his hands from her hold. Rocky dismounted from his legs and backed away cheerily to give the man some space.
Freckle immediately wrapped his arms around his waist and tucked his legs into himself, tail swishing wildly as he let out his remaining chuckles. As he caught his breath, he looked up at Ivy.
Ivy's expression was kind. "You feeling ok?"
Freckle couldn't stop grinning, and it wasn't from the tickles.
"Y-yeah," he sighed in relief.
"Yes, good man, laughing yourself up a storm, now come on, let's take a break from the car and head to the bar downstairs!" said Rocky.
"You mean after the break we just took from our work?" Ivy smirked.
"I don't know about you two, but all this horseplay has worked up my thirst. Whadd'ya say, Baby Face? Want to grab a beer?" Rocky reached a hand down to help him up.
Freckle was repulsed by the idea of drinking alcohol himself, but Rocky knew that as well, using it as a conversational turn of phrase.
The orange cat softened in agreement.
"Sure."
Rock wasted no time in trotting out the door, hungry for an ice cold scotch.
The two stragglers, now alone, slowly followed behind. As they walked, Ivy stretched an experimental pinkie out to Freckle's. He wasted no time in linking his paw with hers and pulling her to his side.
Not the worst of punishments, indeed.
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You know what, I eventually got hungry enough for lackadaisy fic that I wrote one myself. I haven't completed a fic in well over a year, but this franchise is beyond inspiring enough to birth this fic ❤️
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The Crack Quartet Timeline BC I'm sleep deprived and obsessed. Some housekeeping before we get into it:
For those unaware, the canon crack quartet, as @raayllum and I like to refer to them, is rayllum and the following insane trio of ships: claudiez, sorpeli, and corterry
You read that correctly
I got dragged onto this boat unwillingly so now all of you have to suffer too.
These are my hcs and I've already written some of it into fic (linked for convenience). Some of these @raayllum and I share but they also have their own separate ones and these are specific to what I've written already
It's important to note that the crack quartet can only ever take place 10-15 years from the end of canon. Everyone involved by this point is a fully consenting adult. Please keep this disclaimer in mind before you all start coming at me.
Now that that's out of the way
Some of you may have read the seed, so you may know already that I hc Soren and Corvus to be pretty steady at least until the end of the war, where the trauma is too heavy for both of them to be healthy about it. Soren ends the relationship and Corvus informally leaves the council. He's always preferred the serenity of the forest to the hustle and bustle of the castle anyway, and he returns every now and then to give Ezran reports about how things are going among the surrounding towns. It's on one of these journeys that he meets Terry, and their passing knowledge of each other is what gets them talking over a drink in a tavern. Corvus is doing his job and listening for gossip. Terry wants know if he's heard anything about Claudia. All the drama aside, it's nice to see a familiar face and to talk about old times.
In Katolis, Ez and Rayla bully Opeli into taking self defence lessons with Soren after she insists Ez keeps up his swordfighting lessons when she herself has never touched a weapon in her life. If you haven't already read the seed, this is how sorpeli starts. Soren and Opeli have been p good friends for years now, and he has never considered her a mother figure the same way Callum and Ezran might have. He was essentially an adult when everything started so he hasn't ever really needed that guidance, but he's always had a ton of respect for her too. He is 24/25ish when he realises he's caught feelings. He asks her to dance at Callum and Rayla's wedding. He starts having tea with her in the mornings and walking with her to Temple Hill (ia163a)
Claudia tries to leave but the other medics beg her not to. They need her help and her knowledge of medicinal herbs and potions. There's no one to replace her. She stays for a little longer, intending to leave the following week when a cart arrives bearing equipment and support and the king's seal. There is also a letter addressed to Lissa. In it, Ez promises her that her secret is safe, and that she will always have a home in the castle if she wants it.
The month before Callum and Rayla's wedding, the kids are called away to a skirmish in a little town near the border. Ez goes for a wander through town to assess damage and how much they'll need in funds to repair everything when he finds a small clinic that desperately needs financial support. This is where he finds Claudia. She is tending to the medicinal herbs in the garden when he rides past. She's been going from town to town trying to make up for all the trouble she caused by assisting in their clinics and apothecaries under the name Lissa. Ez recognises her immediately. He knows he should tell the others. He does not. He is 14/15.
Callum, snake boi that he is, is Not Having It. Claudia is thrown into a cell on arrival and he insists on exiling her as a minimum but Ezran, who's been in contact this whole time, knows she's been trying to make amends for her mistakes. He demands a trial on her behalf. Soren agrees. Opeli, as a stand in for Justice, argues that a trial is the fair thing to do. Rayla looks at Ezran, realises something else is going on, and agrees that a trial is the better way to go. The sentence her to service within the castle. Callum is Not Happy about it. (ia165)
For a while, everything is fine. Callum and Rayla get married, and castle life is pretty stable in amongst the political squabbles and the trips to quell conflicts in the surrounding towns. Soren hangs out with Opeli pretty regularly. Ez is writing letters to Claudia and personally funding the clinic she works at. Callum and Rayla start trying for a baby. Rayla falls pregnant three years after their wedding. She is 20ish weeks along when Claudia comes home.
This is one of the biggest disagreements Ez and Callum ever have. Rayla does her best to placate them both but she is also pregnant and doesn't want to deal with it. Frustrated that his brother won't trust his decision making and keeps treating him like a child, Ez spends more and more time with Claudia, who trusts him and treats him like an adult, until they're courting in all but name. Callum HATES this but reigns it in for Rayla's sake who's stressed enough. She goes into labour at the end of that summer and suffers a post partum haemorrhage so bad that the only thing that can fix it is Claudia's knowledge of Xadian herbs. The midwives kick Callum out of the room to let Claudia in and Ezran lets them. Rayla and the baby are both fine thanks to Claudia but Callum is FURIOUS with Ezran for allowing it to happen.
Opeli miscarries. She collapses during a council meeting, and it all comes out while the castle doctor and Claudia are attending to her. Callum and Ezran realise how stupid they've been because of the way they hadn't even noticed and they are speaking to each other again by the time Opeli is in recovery. Callum accepts Ezran and Claudia's courtship and does his best to process both this and Soren and Opeli (ia164) and things settle down again for a little while. Opeli resigns from her post as High Cleric and attempts to do the same from the council but Ez refuses her resignation and keeps her on informally. Soren and Opeli are married in a quiet ceremony. Opeli finds herself pregnant again six months later.
They're so caught up in the drama that no one notices Soren and Opeli having drama of their own. They are now having secret, hurried meetings in each other's quarters, knowing how absolutely Forbidden it is, especially for Opeli, both because of her age and her position as High Cleric, but they can't stay away from each other until Opeli starts throwing up in the mornings and she breaks it off in her panic. Rayla is the only one who notices and goes investigating. She is the only one Opeli allows to know of the situation. Rayla goes to Claudia to find the appropriate herbs to help Opeli with her Dilemma, and Claudia figures it out on her own 1) because she knows her brother, and 2) she's not an idiot. Rayla takes the opportunity to thank her properly for saving her life and their friendship begins here, while the boys are still at odds with each other. Opeli does not take the herbs in the end. (the fruit)
Viren returns to the castle that same year. It's Claudia's return all over again: Callum demands he be executed on the spot. Ezran wants to give him a trial. Claudia begs them not to kill him through her courtship with Ezran, her relationship with Soren, and her friendship with Rayla. Soren votes no, for himself and for Claudia. Rayla votes yes because, tentative friendship with Claudia aside, she can't trust Viren, especially not with her and Callum's little one running around. Ezran votes no because he wants to be a better king. Clio, the new High Cleric, Opeli's old 2IC, votes yes as the stand in for LJ. Barius, too soft hearted, votes no. Opeli is the deciding vote. She also votes no and all hell breaks loose all over again. (the snake).
Anyway, this is where we're up to. Obviously there will be more as I update the snake but I don't wanna give anything away BC hooo boy that drama is a doozy. I know, okay, these ships are Insane but the extrapolation you can do is just so Delicious and the drama is absolutely *chef kiss*
Now with part 2: electric boogaloo
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Aw, Hell
this is a pre-EngieScout fic :3 idea shamelessly stolen from @hanktalkin in this gorgeous post about ol' Engie's legendary temper, and the one thing proven to cool it off
This is the lightest and brightest thing I've ever written it made me feel like skipping through a field of daisies
I don't claim this to be the pinnacle of my writing but I do claim it to be darn cute and self-indulgent. If it reads strangely that's because I wrote this as a message from the divine. Thank you <3
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After four long hours of battle, and round after round of humiliating RED Team losses, the klaxon wailed and hailed the end of the work day for the poor fellows down in Teufort, New Mexico. The BLUs marched out with high heads and gloating smiles, and retreated to their locker rooms to count out bet money and crack open some beers. The REDs trudged through blood-clotted sand puddles to their lockers and scraped their heels in the door frame, with uniforms lousy, torn, and sweat-soaked beyond the good of washing. No blistering smiles, or cheerful banter, and not really much noise at all save for the slamming-open of the locker doors and the clatter of guns, hats, and accoutrements to the benches and the floors.
It was an ugly series of rounds, and an uglier loss overall, made worse with some faulty equipment (Scout’s headset had been acting up the whole day, Sniper’s best scope had a scratch), bad calls, and plum poor luck. Not a man in that room was happy, but none more pure and pissed than the good Engineer Dell Conagher.
He stomped his path to his standing locker and ripped the door near off of its hinges, and hurled his favored pipe wrench into the wall with a cantankerous CLANG.
“Dammit!” The man bellowed, tearing the canary-yellow hardhat from his head and throwing that to the concrete as he bitched. “God-dammit! We had them bastards on the goddamned ropes!”
It was true. Their losing rounds had been consecutive, frustrating, and downright embarrassing at times, but they hadn’t all been hopeless. The midpoint of round 10 had given RED a crucial break in the BLU’s push for the second point. RED Heavy begot a dead BLU Heavy, RED Sniper begot a dead BLU Soldier, and a pissy RED Medic begot a dead (and grossly dismembered) BLU Demoman. With that much space to breathe, and that much time for the Engineer to rush-upgrade his ballistic turret, they could’ve held that point much, much longer.
But that damn BLU Spy, and his damn BLU sapper. That solid hold they'd had fell apart about as hard and as fast as Engie’s turret had when he turned his back at the wrong time.
“Damn Spies…” Engie muttered through his clenched jaw. He was grinding his teeth together so tightly one could imagine he was trying to make corn flour in his molars. “I’m so damn mad I could spit.”
It wasn’t an often sight for the other 8 men to see the Engineer so hot. He was American, a people who could be known for their flaming tempers, and he was a Texan to boot, but Engie was cool-headed at the worst of times and could even be downright tranquil at the best. Never one to holler, shout, or scream at his fellow teammates in anger even in the thick of a losing battle, even if any one of them was being an obvious flaming idiot. He was a quick-witted, level-headed, stoic sentry of a man. That’s likely why his anger wasn’t much like a firecracker, but more of a pressure cooker left to stew for too-little too-long.
He radiated anger like heat, and one could hear his developing migraine beating a pissed-off rhythm in his skull from down a long hallway. It was the kind of slow, rough, abrasive anger that killed people for breathing too loud too close.
The last time he'd gotten all up-in-arms like he looked right then, the team had elected to ignore the bellows and crashes coming under the base from his workshop, only realizing the extent of the damage when they'd found a mangled experiment tossed out by the dumpster, scorched and twisted beyond recognition or repair.
So, lest he be compelled to show the rest of the boys what his old pipe wrench was good for beyond sentries and dispensers, it was silently agreed among the rest of the RED men that the best course of action would be to stay out of the Engineer’s way when he was stewing.
The sticking point of a silent agreement, however, was that it wasn’t much good for a man who was as tone-deaf and emotionally unobservant as a fart in a funeral. The good RED Scout happened to be one of those sorts of men.
When Engie’s tight-lipped curses became mutters and huffs, Scout, who had been undoing his hand wraps, looked up and said, “Hey, Eng."
Shoulders tensed and hands stilled across the room, though Scout didn’t seem to catch any of that. Engie inhaled and bit out, “What, Scout?”
“Whaddayou call a mix between an elephant and a rhino?”
Immediately, the other REDs shuffled away from the scene, doing what they could to get cleaned up and get out of there before the pot boiled over. Scout was annoying; everyone knew this. He could try the patience of a saint. He seemed to know intrinsically the buttons of everyone he met and exactly how to push them. They’d seen him send people from zero to pissed in a few short sentences. None of them thought he’d be stupid enough to try and antagonize the Engineer, though. Not even Pyro played with that much fire.
Engie shook his head, then dragged his hands real slow down his face. “What?”
Scout chuffed, snorted back at him, “‘El-if-I-know!”, then hunkered over in choked off giggles that turned into the loudest sound in the room.
Engie didn’t chuckle, didn’t hardly smile, just pushed his lips together and started shucking his toolbelt to put it away.
When Scout collected himself he started on his left hand wrap, glanced mischievously over his shoulder, and said again, ”I got another one”
“Lad.”
That was Demo on the bench across from Scout a little ways away. He fought to catch Scout’s eye and, when he did, shook his head very slowly to warn him off.
Scout shrugged, like he was saying, ‘What?’.
Demo shook his head again and nudged it in the direction of the Engineer, trying to draw attention to his drawn-up shoulders and the steam practically coming out of his ears.
Scout just looked between him and Engie, he did it a few times, then shrugged again. ‘What?’
While Demo tried to come up with the most intelligent way to go about getting Scout to see what was right in front of his damn eyes, Scout went back to Engie.
“Whaddayou call a cop that’s asleep in a bed?” Scout got the last of his wraps off, and he turned a little further in his seat on the bench. “Huh?”
Everyone in the room had their eyes on Engie- Scout in mischief, the others anxiously. Engie worked his goggles off his face and rubbed his real hand over the indents they left under his eyes. He sniffed, then said, “What?”
The stupid smile on Scout’s face grew ten sizes. He managed to hiccup, “an undercover officer,” before losing himself in laughter once more and hunching over, just short of collapsing in his giggles.
He didn’t hear Engie sigh, didn’t see him shake his head tightly, or flex his jaw, but the others did. They glanced amongst themselves with obvious trepidation, obvious to all but two.
“Scout, lad.” Demo scooted further down his bench. “Read the room.”
“What?” Scout responded when his laughter calmed down. “Fuck you, that was a good one. Not my fault he don’t have a sense’a humor.”
Demo shook his head, then turned back to unlacing his boots. “Your funeral, laddie.”
Scout just scoffed at that. He fixed his hat on his head, and took his headset off and tossed it in his open locker, seeming not to care if it broke. He was getting a new one before the next match.
“Wait.” He suddenly perked up and turned his head back over his shoulder. “Hey, Eng.”
Engie pinched the ridge of his nose.
“Engie! Hey!” said Scout.
Demo leaned back over, about to hiss at him to shut his trap, but Engie grumbled before he could. “What, Scout?”
“This is the last one, I swear.”
“Damnit, Scout-” Engie mumbled.
“C’mon, last one.”
When Engie said not a word, Scout persisted.
“Whaddayou call a solider whose survived mustard gas and pepper spray?”
Soldier’s head popped up, but Pyro was quick to wrap a hand over Soldier’s mouth and pull him back down before he started shouting in the tense atmosphere.
Scout scooched back and nudged Engie with his elbow. “Huh? Whaddayou call ‘em?”
Engie’s gloved hand tightened on the door of his locker. A creak was heard coming from it, and Engie was slowly and surely forcing five finger-sized divots into the metal where he gripped it.
A painful silence came and went before he responded, “What, Scout?”
Scout muffled a snort, and took just a second to compose himself, then answered.
“A seasoned veteran.”
Scout’s giggling started up again. Engie breathed in deeply. His eyes closed, and the Gunslinger tightened its grip like a pneumatic clamp. Then he exhaled.
As he did, though, his shoulders started shaking, and his door-grip faltered. The tight lines of his face loosened like uncoiled wires, and his breath…
He was laughing.
The rest of the REDs watched in shock when Engie threw his head back and released a bark of laughter that shattered the tension in the air like glass.
Scout whooped and hollered when he heard it, and leapt up from the bench and threw his arm over Engies shoulder with his other fist raised in victory. They were both laughing harder than that stupid joke called for, but they cackled and chortled like it was easier than breathing. Engie’s face was turning redder and redder, and soon he was bending over to lean on his knees while Scout leaned right on him.
“I knew it! I fuckin’ knew I’d get you!” Scout howled. “I fuckin’ told you!”
Engie shook his head and rubbed his hands down his face for the last time, but they came away to reveal a shameful, resigned, yet bright smile on his face. He leaned right back up against Scout when he straightened out and jabbed him in the ribs to get him to lay off.
“Aw, hell, boy,” He said through light chuckles. “Those were damn awful. Damn awful. You should be ashamed of yourself.”
“Hey, look who's talkin’, chuckles,” Scout said right back. “That one wasn’t even a good one!”
“You’re damn right about that.” The laughter had begun to calm, but the vestiges of it remained on both of their faces.
Engie slammed the door of his locker shut (not minding the handprint-shaped divot that kept it from closing properly) and Scout kicked the door of his to do the same. They made identical clangs. Engie sauntered towards the door of the locker room with both hands in his back pockets, and Scout sidled up next to him and started to go on about how he ‘couldn’t believe that stupid soldier joke was the one that made him crack’.
Engie chuckled and nodded along, but stopped them both when he sniffed and Scrunched his face up.
“What?” Scout asked.
“Christ alive, boy.” Engie huffed hard through his nostrils like he was trying to blow to smell out. “You need a shower worse than I do. That’s sayin’ somethin’.”
Scout shoved his shoulder. “Hey, fuck you. I’m starving, dude. Food first.”
“Not a snowball’s chance in Teufort I'm lettin’ you be near me smellin’ like that, roadrunner.” Engie shook his head, and nudged him back with his own shoulder. “I’ll tell you what: You shower, I’ll cook. That way you won’t kill everyone in this base and we won’t have to put up with your bitchin’.
“Fine. Whatever.” Then Scout nudged him right back, and they found themselves in a tiny shoving match where they kept pushing back and forth with their shoulders. “Breakfast for dinner?”
The remaining six REDs watched in silence as they left the room, joyful and tame. It was only when they were gone, hearing Engie’s voice echo down the hall saying something about sausage gravy, that any of them spoke up.
"The hell was that?" Sniper muttered.
“‘m I jus’ drunk off my ass…” Demo ventured, and dropped his foot off the bench to lean on his knees and stare down the empty doorway like everyone else. “Or did any of you lads see what I just seen?”
“If you mean the fact that Scout had attempted to annoy our Engineer, yet we’re not currently picking his remains off the floor,” Spy responded, his smoldering cigarette hanging from his lips. “Then yes. We all did.”
Medic and Heavy, who had been standing near each other through the whole exchange, glanced at each other, at the empty doorway, and back again.
“I see…” Medic murmured, mostly to himself. “Very interesting.”
No one asked him what he was thinking. Most every man in that room was thinking the same thing.
“They will tell us when ready,” Heavy said, sagely, and turned to close his locker door.
That was a good enough answer for the rest of them, too.
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Thank you so much for reading!! I didn't really edit this so if you notice any glaring issues feel free to point them out. Still debating whether or not I wanna publish this on ao3 but I probably will so don't panic if you see it there too
The engiescout in this was not intended to be overt. I wanted to stay close to the spirit of the og textpost and make it seem like maybe Scout and Engie themselves don't really realize their own connection and everyone else sees it before they do, but I also didn't wanna make it too subtle.
This is also partially for just_mebs for dragging me into this hell ship so thanks to him
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Bungou Stray Dogs Pacific Rim HCs
(A/N: started out with just Soukoku but grew so I just made it kind of general. Sorry if this has typos or incorrect information. It's late and I'm tired. Also R.I.P. me trying to come up with names for the Kaiju)
Dazai
Was recruited at 15
When emergency struck in the form of a category 2
Codename: Slasher
and a pilot was needed immediately Marshal Ogai Mori came to pick a candidate personally and take them back to the Yokohama Shatterdome.
Dazai was ahead of the class so Mori picked him for his intellect and ruthless attitude.
He was assigned to Oda because Oda’s old partner retired.
He and Oda defeated the Kaiju and continued to work well for three years.
Their Jaeger is called White Venus.
Mark 4
76.2 metres (250 ft)
Specialised in long range combat.
Equipped with long range missiles, gas cans, electric stun barbs, and various other projectiles such as throwing stars.
Basic Lasers, solid sword and chains
Extremely thick and strong metal plating.
Good for withstanding attacks by claws, tusks and/or teeth.
Weakness(s): heavy and bulky, due to design not as fast as other Jaegers.
One of the other Jaeger pilots was injured in a fight with a particularly nasty Category 3
Codename: Spike
so Oda was called to fill in for him.
Oda and the partner of the pilot he was filling in for were killed in the first Category 4 attack.
Oda volunteered to be the second pilot even though he knew it could be a suicide mission.
Dazai once did a three pilot operation with Oda & Ango (Think Crimson typhoon’s three pilot thundercloud formation but less martial arts focused)
The Kaiju hey fought was Codename: Slammer
Youngest Jaeger pilot in Pan-Pacific Defense Corps history
(Chuuya is a month older than Dazai)
After Oda’s death Mori worked with him personally for a year
Meanwhile Mori’s partner Yukichi Fukuzawa found a trainee to work with . . . a troublemaker called Edogawa Ranpo.
Fukuzawa picked Ranpo up off the streets and spent the year training him. Ranpo is a fully capable pilot but chooses to work in the research division.
Mori inherited the position of Marshal after the previous Marshal retired.
Mori’s Jaeger is called Elise
Mark 6
81.77 metres (268 ft)
Specialised in long and medium range combat
Equipped with electrified chains, solid katana, arc whip , as well as a plasma cannon.
Best Jaeger for its time in terms of flexibility and movement. (Until Demon Revenger)
Once Mori feels Dazai is ready for a new partner he orders Nakahara Chuuya to be transferred to Yokohama.
Chuuya ’s Jaeger is called Arahabaki
12.07 metres (39 ft, 7.2 inches)
It’s a small Jaeger (like the size of Scrapper built by Amara Nimani) designed for extreme close quarters combat.
These “mini Jaegers” work in teams of three
One of Chuuya’s team members goes rogue trying to collect parts from a Kaiju
Codename: Ironclaw
while it was still alive, severely injuring most members of the team.
Chuuya was lucky, and managed to get away in team opting to leave his team members behind to guarantee his own safety
A decision he still thinks about
Mori pairs Dazai and Chuuya together and plans to have them train together
But before he can there’s a Kaiju located near the shatterdome
Mori locks them in the Dazai’s quarters to keep them safe.
They both have the same idea and Dazai picks the lock.
The other Jaegers are all being repaired.
Dazai and Chuuya “hijack” the only operational Jaeger, a junker Mark 1, a relic that the techs were not bothering to update because it was headed for the scrap yard.
The Jaeger is called Double Black
It’s completely analog with no fancy instruments like the modern Jaegers have but they still manage to take down the Kaiju
Codename: AngelShark
Which they later find out is a category 5
Impressed with their incredible performance and obvious drift compatibility Mori makes them an official pilot duo and commissions the first Mark 7, an experimental Jaeger for them.
This Jager is called Demon Revenger
85.34 metres (280 ft)
It has enhanced mobility and flexibility and lighter stronger alloys.
It’s now the fastest, most agile Jaeger, in the fleet.
Specialised for close and medium range combat
Equipped with plasma cannon, various and sundry projectiles (missiles etc), electrified chains with sword form, electrified and solid katana, and arc whip.
Dazai and Chuuya quickly earn the nickname Soukoku
They’re the team with the highest kill rate.
Dazai works to help train a recruit named Ryunosuke Akutagawa and his twin sister Gin.
The Akutagawa twins pilot a Mark 6 called Rashoumon.
Later he also trains Nakajima Atsushi who eventually partners with Ryunosuke to pilot the second Mark 7 Jaeger called Moonlight Beast
Meanwhile Gin goes on to partner with Ichiyo Higuchi to pilot a Mark 6 Jaeger called Black Lizard
Tachihara Michizou and Ryrou Hirotsu pilot a Mark 5 called Falling Camelia
When Dazai is training cadets Chuuya pilots Golden Demon with Ozaki Kouyou
Atsushi helps Dazai train cadets Mayazawa Kenji and Izumi Kyouka.
When the two cadets graduate the academy they pilot a Mark 7 called Demon Snow.
Kunikida Doppo works in the research department with Ranpo but is also a fully trained pilot of a Mark 4 called Matchless Poet.
He and Ranpo can co-pilot if there's an emergency
Yosano Akiko is a medical officer but can co-pilot Golden Demon with Kouyou.
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Tell Me Who You Wanna Be {And I Will Set You Free} - I
“You threw me down a fucking cliff just to see if my Vision would reignite?”
“As if you had any better ideas on how to reclaim your power. You refuse to touch a Delusion.”
The last thing either of them wanted was to be stuck in a safe house with the other. In the middle of a snowstorm in Snezhnaya.
Il Dottore x Original Female Character. Will be explicit in later chapters that will solely be posted on AO3.
Please see Karina's page here for more details. "Spillways" compliant, so part of my darker AU.
The chill lingered despite the fire roaring in the hearth, its icy claws buried in the very foundation of the house. No matter how long she left her hands in front of the flames, the ache returned as soon as she withdrew them. Fontaine winters were nothing like the storms here, deep in Snezhnaya. Winter back in her homeland was idyllic, without risk of starvation or frost-bite. She used to be able to stay out for hours in nothing more than her uniform and a slightly heavier cloak to keep warm. Out here, anything less than proper winter apparel was asking for a slow and painful end. And even then, fully prepared, all it took was one slip-up…
Karina moved her fingers slowly, massaged one palm and then the other, the pain finally easing. Perhaps she would finally be able to repair her jacket sleeve…
The Rifthound had torn through the reinforced fabric with ease, its teeth razor-sharp. It hadn’t managed to reach her flesh but the after-effects of its proximity hung around still, little bursts of energy disappearing as soon as they came. The fatigue felt like the slam of a Mitachurl’s shield every time a new wave hit.
Dottore seemed to be unfazed by the storm, other than irritated at the setback itself, sitting nearby and going through his equipment. Haeresys was colder than the rest of the Palace, she recalled; he was probably used to the ever-present cold. His heavy cloak was draped over his shoulders as he worked on the devices in front of him. He expertly played with the components of the headset and its accompanying device, adjusting the tuning to find an active signal. Judging by the sneer beginning on his upper lip, he was not having much luck.
Of all people to get stuck with.
She was still wrapping her head around the notion that he may not have been responsible for what happened in Fontaine, not in full, at any rate. But the clone had still been present in Fontaine under his orders. People still died, children were still nothing more than needle fodder, and if not for Dottore’s promises to solve the energy problem as leverage and distraction, Sebastian wouldn’t have…
No, Karina corrected herself. That part still would have happened. There was no changing someone like her previous commander back in Fontaine.
But at least here, she had the protection of one Archon, even if it wasn’t her own.
Not the best situation but for now, Dottore was quiet. Occupied. He was monstrous when he was bored.
Karina pulled out her sewing kit from her pack, a small box with nothing more than a pair of tiny scissors, some spools of thread, a few needles, and a worn pincushion. She pulled her jacket down from the makeshift drying rack near the fire and began the tedious process of repairing the sleeve.
It wouldn’t do much, really, even after the storm passed. The seam was not her best work but it would hold until they returned to the Palace.
After a quick glance towards the Harbinger, finding him still preoccupied, she pulled out her Vision and set to work polishing the metal and darkened stone. It was as useless now, years later, as it was when she first awoke after her sister’s death. The once vibrant violet stone was now almost black, lifeless. In the right light, one could still see the Electro sigil.
It retained its element, which was unusual for powerless Visions, according to Dottore. He went on about some hypothesis that the power was simply sealed away; that under the right conditions, it might awaken again. Or awaken differently.
Either way, she was still its owner, still a Vision holder. An allogene.
And either way, he found her and the rest of her ilk insufferable.
“I find it unfathomable that you have seen what Celestia has to offer and yet you treat that thing as if it’s the most prized possession you own,” Dottore said, not bringing his attention away from the Akasha, tapping a few buttons and then holding it to his ear.
His tone was mild, surprisingly civil despite his words. He was, after all, a diplomat as much as he was a skilled marksman and even better academic. They felt like a slap to the face nonetheless. Of all people, the Harbinger knew what little she had left.
“It doesn’t even work. I thought perhaps the fight earlier would have done something but I’m hardly surprised by the outcome.”
Karina’s eye twitched for a second. He was the entire reason they were stuck in this cabin to begin with. Supposedly, he was checking on a field camp as they were headed towards Fontaine, only to discover the camp abandoned and overrun with Rifthounds. And once the storm hit, they had no choice but to find shelter and wait it out.
He’d called her by her old title mockingly at breakfast, chevalier slipping off his tongue, decidedly wanting to take her down a peg after the Tsaritsa made her an Warden, her Harbinger assignment yet to be decided. She was already an outcast with the other recruits: too powerful by far and too feared for her disconnected Vision. Only Harbingers kept their Visions, and some, not even then. That the Tsaritsa let her walk around with a Gods’ Eye seemed to invoke both terror and reverence.
When they arrived on site, Dottore shoved her down the steep cliff into the camp and left her to her own devices. With nothing but a sword and her wits to fight off Rifthounds.
Bastard. Absolute fucking bastard.
And that same bastard would be the one to manage to get them out of here once he fixed the broken device. Much as she loathed to admit it.
“Visions usually come to people in hours of desperation. And yet…”
She glared at Dottore, finding him pointing a screwdriver at the Vision in her hands, the shining stone reflecting the firelight. Of course. Of course he had done it for results.
“You threw me down a fucking cliff just to see if my Vision would reignite?” she snapped.
“As if you had any better ideas on how to reclaim your power. You refuse to touch a Delusion.”
“So you thought you’d observe while I get my arm gnawed on by a Rifthound?”
“Riftvolk,” Dottore corrected. “And now you know that facing immediate but manageable danger isn’t going to work.”
Karina rolled her eyes as the local name for the beast. She didn’t care for proper terms; monsters were all the same.
“Va te faire foutre.” Go fuck yourself.
She grabbed her things, what little of them she had with her, and moved away from the fireplace, opting instead for the nearest corner that was still within the hearth’s range. With her back to the Harbinger, she arranged her jacket into a makeshift pillow. The fabric was coarse but it was better than the floor. Bad enough there wasn’t even a sofa in this safehouse, let alone a bed; it wasn’t meant for more than a few hours to warm up and eat.
“J'ai été là, j'ai fait ça. Je suis devenu ennuyeux après un certain temps.” Been there, done that. Got boring after a while.
Always the last word from him.
Insufferable bastard.
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Arc Two (redux) 06
Arjun and Sonny had already left by the time Nyota walked back down the Ark stairs. It didn’t surprise her much, but a small corner inside her ached a little with loneliness. She would have liked their company. She had finally grown used to people again, like she had been in the Protectorate; their absence rang as keenly now as it had during her first night after Earth.
That thought held her as she climbed the dark stairs, typed in the code for home, and stepped into the teleporter. Instead of heading straight for the cockpit, she paused by her locker and checked the contents. Old pistols, excess preserved food from the garden on Mimosa Strand I, shields that no one wanted, assorted other odds and ends that she and the crew had found while searching for the relics or restocking on various planets.
“We have plenty of surplus,” she mused aloud. “I wonder…”
They still needed supplies: medical equipment, raw materials for Namina to forge with and for Arjun to repair the ship, seasonings that Nyota couldn’t grow herself. The little Outpost near the Ark didn’t often have anything good, and she had gotten used to just searching for traveling merchants for whatever she couldn’t pick up. But surely it was not the only commerce-oriented location within reach of their FTL drive. She could always buy what they needed instead of scavenging for it.
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Lumen was hard at work in the medbay when he heard the door open and the chimes above it clang merrily in the sudden draft. No sudden discordant jangle, which means his guest was either attentive or short enough to avoid walking into them. That ruled out Namina. No sound of footsteps either. Couldn’t be Oldarva’s whispery shuffle, Hadley’s bold strides, or Arjun’s heavy boots. He picked up the vial of liquid he’d been distilling, sloshed the contents around, and registered only his pale amber glow and the cold ceiling lights reflected on the glass. That left—
“Howdy, Captain,” he hummed as she stepped up beside him.
Nyota smiled. “You never will tell me how you do that, will you?”
He chuckled and looked up at her. “I’ll tell ya if ya guess my trick wrong,” he teased. “So what brings ya here? Leg botherin’ ya again? All that jam finally catchin’ up to yer teeth?”
She shook her head, amused, and leaned against the wall to face him. “Nothing of the sort this time. I need Lumen the Wanderer’s help, or perhaps Lumen the Bartender. I want to sell our surplus goods to help resupply this time. Do you know any good cities we can reach?”
The question caught Lumen off guard and he hummed deep and soft. “Been talkin’ to Sonny, I take it,” he said slowly. “She’s the only one who knows them tales and spreads them. Fern-fangs and Eldie know better. But if it’s Wanderer ya want, ya got him for a lil’ while.”
Nyota watched him in patient silence as he ran a hand through his corona, thinking. After a minute, he sighed, a long rushing hiss like escaping steam, and said, “Patchwork might be yer best bet of it.”
“Patchwork?” Nyota tilted her head, confused.
“Yep, Patchwork. Smallish, for a city, but it’s a trade hub, so if anywhere has what ya need, it’s Patchwork.” He hummed in amused appreciation as a few old memories bubbled up. “Thrivin’ underground too, if ya know where to look.”
“I take it you do?”
Lumen chuckled at her tone. “That’s right. But it ain’t too bad. Just mind ya don’t cross the local mob bosses and it’ll be fine.”
There was a long silence. “Mob bosses.” Nyota’s tone was entirely flat.
“Yep. It ain’t bad,” Lumen said, his words entirely at odds with the information. “The city’s got its corruption same as any other, but they got strong rules. Don’t involve civilians. As foreign folk, we count. It’ll be safer than scroungin’ random worlds, that’s for sure,” he added with an encouraging hum.
“I see… I will have to take it under advisement, then,” she said.
“It’s a darn good advice, now that I think about it.” Lumen brushed a long trailing piece of corona away from his brand and started measuring out for another batch of medicine. “Ain’t got any big Miniknog presence. I’m sure of that.”
That got her attention. “You are absolutely certain?”
Lumen made a ‘cross-my-heart’ gesture like he’d seen humans do back on Mars. “Sure as the stars do shine. The folks in charge wouldn’t put up with them.”
“That… may change things,” Nyota said slowly. “It has been a while since Oldarva felt safe enough for shore leave. When you’re done here, will you find her and meet me in the cockpit to discuss the details?”
“Sure thing, Captain.” Lumen saluted, then scribbled the coordinates down on a notecard and passed it to her. “That’s so I don’t forget. SAIL should be able to get us there in half a jiff.”
“By jiff you mean hour, I assume,” Nyota said drily. “Fast enough by FTL standards, at least. Thank you for your help.”
“Anytime, ma’am.” Lumen turned back to his bubbling concoction. “…Now, ya might want to leave right quick. This is gonna stink to high heaven.”
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Commercial refrigerator service by trained technician
Modern commercial fridges play a fundamental part in keeping fresh goods frozen, meeting the high standards of hygiene in eateries, shops, hospitals and any other store. Consequently, two things are required when commercial refrigerators are involved like any complex machinery; these are maintenance and servicing in order to be able to operate optimally. This is where the electronics and software knowledge of technically trained people is put to use. Through a combined discussion, let us explore the vital role of commercial refrigerator service from competent technicians and the resultant effect on the food service businesses. commercial refrigeration technician near me
Ensuring Food Safety and Compliance:Ensuring Food Safety and Compliance:
The commercial refrigerators are used for storing products like meat, fish, and dairy products to tolerate below-zero temperatures, not spoil them and foodborne illnesses not to occur. Training, qualified technicians and constant maintenance are the key to make sure that appliances for cooling work safely within the range of temperature and meet HACCP policy. Specialised technicians can measure ambient temperatures and airflow and spot problems that could risk food safety among foodservice operators.
Preventing Costly Breakdowns and Downtime:Preventing Costly Breakdowns and Downtime:
The industrial fridges, because of their demanding use, are susceptible to excessive wear causing an eventual decline of their quality and condition. Without necessary maintenance and servicing of refrigeration machines, they have a high potential for going down and a loss of time and resources for businesses due to maintenance or repairs. The workforce is made to train technicians that carry out routine maintenance : condenser cleaning, lube moving parts and inspect the refrigerant levels in advance to find and correct minor issues lest they get out of hand into major ones. This approach is undertaken preventatively so that the giant firms may be able to save themselves from expensive repairs and uncalled for disturbances of their operations.
Optimising Energy Efficiency:
Commercial freezers that use large amounts of electricity represent one of the main consumers of energy in food service businesses. However, effective operation of air conditioning devices is not only economically practical but also ecologically helpful in reducing power bills and environmental impact. Trained technicians with the knowledge to maximise energy efficiency among supermarket owners will provide the required expertise necessary to ensure that equipment is properly sized, calibrated and maintained. In this regard, we will do air leakage tests and adjusting thermostat settings, as well as replacing current worn-out components, for the sake of better energy efficiency.
Extending Equipment Lifespan:
Purchasing of the business commercial refrigeration system involves a large budget capital. Fixing and providing the service for refrigerators regularly help to increase both return of investment as well make them use them longer. Highly skilled technicians inspect and diagnose the machinery using different procedures and a number of techniques that can reveal the early wear and tear signs, corrosion, or mechanical failures which may result in premature equipment breakdown. With solving these flaws as quickly as possible and suggesting preventive maintenance activities, service specialists keep the operation of coolant equipment running and make the chance of heavy expenses related to equipment replacement as small as possible.
Expert Diagnosis and Repairs:
During outage situations, when fridge equipment fails due to malfunctions or break down, the businesses call for professionals to document and repair it. Experienced equipment operators possess advanced refrigeration systems training and tools such as diagnostics and equipment helpful in pinpointing the actual origin of problems that provide quick and effective solutions. Equipment technicians trained to be able to handle coil repairs, implanting new compressors, gaskets replacement, and any electrical problem that a system may have are not only able to restore a refrigeration machinery's capacity to function optimally but also to do the job quickly and efficiently.
Comprehensive Maintenance Programs:
Trained technicians more often than not provide maintenance programs tuned to the particular needs of companies which may cover various aspects of the organisation’s distribution chain. Such programs are typically aimed at regular inspections, cleaning, and servicing of refrigeration equipment especially without any delay with respect to a defined schedule. The refrigeration equipment maintenance plan is designed so that organisations can enjoy deeper sleep psychologically, knowing that every component is in the good hands of quality professionals. once there is a problem, it is addressed preemptively before it becomes a big problem.
Having certified service providers that are equipped with the necessary skills is pivotal when it comes to guaranteeing the safety, dependability, and cost-effectiveness of commercial refrigeration devices in restaurants. The role of trained technicians in contributing to maximising the performance and lifespan of a business' refrigeration equipment cannot be underrated. These professionals engage in routine maintenance to win the race against energy consumption and to reduce costs associated with costly repairs. Investment in a professional refrigeration service offers businesses a means of preserving the conditions of their food products, a way of keeping the required standards, and an opportunity to provide their customers with a nice and safe area.
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