i know that it's at partly just that i do not generally post when i ride, but fang duobing, bounciest boy on the screen at all times, posting incredibly dramatically, is very funny and charming to me. he really wakes up and is like 'fuck yeah, every day is leg day, work them thighs!'
like, sir. please. you're gonna die. how far are you riding. how can you possibly sustain that, you cannot, it is impossible. how will you walk when you get off that horse. your thighs will be of steel, by which i mean utterly incapable of moving.
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i've decided that the difference between Grian Weird and Joe Weird is that, like. okay. let's say they're both given two points and asked to draw the most direct line between them that they can.
grian is given this task and immediately goes "what is the Most Irritating way i can partially comply with this whilst also being a problem" and draws this weird meandering wiggle to vex the taskmaster.
whereas joe looks at it and, in all earnest helpfulness, says "oh, that's easy!" and draws a fucking spiral.
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Ghoul- Ghoul- Ghoul- i must know, we’ve seen how Ghost and Die operate, we’ve seen Fetch and König (love those two fr) you said Soap summoned his demon- what’s he like with his demon?
-Lurk 👁️
I feel like Soap and his demon are well fit to each other. I have many thoughts actually about this. Mostly that when Soap summoned his demon he sort of bypassed the distribution system. So his demon did not come pre-obsessed with him. They sort of volunteered to see what was up and decided to stick around on their own. So the relationship is definitely different from Ghost and Die/König and Fetch.
Anyway, here's Soap and his demon(Hush) on their first mission.
"So," Soap tugs the casing off a strip of wire with his teeth, "do you know Die?"
"Do you think all demons know each other?" You raise a brow, fingers holding wires against C4, hand raised to keep the area quiet as Soap works. Soap stops his wire twisting to look at you, you snort. "Yeah I know Die."
"Don' do that, we got half a bomb between us." He sounds half serious, but his smile is a mile wide. You shake your head, wrist flicking to enforce the perimeter as an enemy attempts to cross it. Your silence gripping their neck until they also fall quiet.
"Why do you ask?"
"Just seems like," Soap stops, mumbles to himself and shoos your fingers away to check his wiring, tugging the ignition free and turning it over in his hands. "Now that isn't right." You wait for him to do what he needs, readjusting wires and sticking it back into place, before prompting him again.
"What's it matter if I know Die?"
"Figure if we're all living in close quarters you may as well know each other." Soap grunts, bopping the ignition with his fist a few times to make sure it's stuck. "Alright pop this where I showed you."
"Two men in four meters, try not to get shot while I'm gone." You tell him, grabbing the bomb and sinking into the shadows. It's an easy place, Soap's already done all the hard work, you just need to press the button. The little red light on the top blinks, and you flick your magic over it. The wall explodes without so much as a sigh, blanketed by your cottony silence. Satisfied you let your ties pull you back to Soap.
"Breached." You watch Soap wrestle one of the two heads you'd counted to the ground, arms tight around his neck until he stops kicking. "Nice one." You flick a few shadows through the man to be sure he's dead while Soap checks his pockets.
"Nice yourself, didn't even hear the blow." Soap inspects the magazine he's pulled and pockets it.
"Yeah it was crazy quiet, you must've wired it wrong."
"You've got jokes," Soap grins, you laugh a little and drop back to the shadows as he starts moving towards the breach, "Let's hear another."
"What's worse than finding a bomb under your car?" You ask, muffling his steps and scanning for any non-Soap noise.
"Wot?"
"Not finding it." Soap snorts.
"Oh you are worse than Ghost, you know that?" He asks, pressing against the broken wall and nodding you into the room. "Why'd the demon cross the road?" His voice is low, rumbling, you like when he tries to be quiet. Somehow he never gets all the way to whispering, he sounds better like this anyway.
"Why?" You scan the room, your shadows forcing their way down throats and pressuring out of lungs, enforcing silence.
"The power of Christ compelled them." Soap responds. You bark out a laugh loud enough to draw fire, melting in surprise back to the darkness. Soap shoots from his cover while you pull yourself together enough to be helpful. "Liked that one, eh?" He sounds far too pleased for having you blow your cover. You like that about him too. Smiling from the shadows as he forces his way forward, aim deadly as he clears the room.
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