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monology & followorders
When: IC 6/9 ; OOC 3/17
Where: Felix's apartment
What: Locus you gotta stop stalking me I only enjoy so much attention. Just kidding, it's just more fun to heckle you.
Rating/Warning: Just a general warning since Felix does horrible shit when he isn't fronting.
Felix had noticed it a couple weeks back. A telltale shimmer in the air. It's the kind of thing you'd only notice if you were trained to, whether on purpose or by repeated exposure. Felix is, of course the latter. He's worked with Locus for years now, he's seen that cloaking plenty of times. The first couple times he doesn't think much of it, Locus is the type to skulk around for one reason or another. But after that, he starts to suspect Locus is purposely following him. This first time he follows Felix home, he's sure of it.
All that said, he still lets it continue. He doesn't know why Locus is doing this, or why he's being so distant otherwise, but he figures he'd give it a few weeks to see if Locus settled down and cut it out. It's another time Locus follows him home, his footfalls louder than he probably thinks in the quiet of an apartment building at 2AM on a Thursday, that Felix finally sighs as he puts his keys in the lock. He pauses before turning them, and speaks up without even looking over his shoulder where he knows Locus is. "You know," he keeps his tone casual and quiet, "this is starting to get kind of creepy, Locs. I know I'm super interesting and all, but this is excessive surveillance even for you."
monology & followordersWhen: IC 6/9 ; OOC 3/17
Where: Felix's apartment
What: Locus you gotta stop stalking me I only enjoy so much attention. Just kidding, it's just more fun to heckle you.
Rating/Warning: Just a general warning since Felix does horrible shit when he isn't fronting.
Felix had noticed it a couple weeks back. A telltale shimmer in the air. It's the kind of thing you'd only notice if you were trained to, whether on purpose or by repeated exposure. Felix is, of course the latter. He's worked with Locus for years now, he's seen that cloaking plenty of times. The first couple times he doesn't think much of it, Locus is the type to skulk around for one reason or another. But after that, he starts to suspect Locus is purposely following him. This first time he follows Felix home, he's sure of it.
All that said, he still lets it continue. He doesn't know why Locus is doing this, or why he's being so distant otherwise, but he figures he'd give it a few weeks to see if Locus settled down and cut it out. It's another time Locus follows him home, his footfalls louder than he probably thinks in the quiet of an apartment building at 2AM on a Thursday, that Felix finally sighs as he puts his keys in the lock. He pauses before turning them, and speaks up without even looking over his shoulder where he knows Locus is. "You know," he keeps his tone casual and quiet, "this is starting to get kind of creepy, Locs. I know I'm super interesting and all, but this is excessive surveillance even for you."
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Felix starts talking almost immediately as he busies himself getting settled in. It's the helmet that comes off first, being set on the coffee table before he turns to trot into the kitchenette. "So, you gonna tell me why you've been spying on me for the past what... month?" Felix asks as he fixes himself a drink. Though it's a loaded question, he doesn't sound very angry. "I mean, I know stalking is sort of your thing- Hey, you want anything while I'm in here?" Felix interrupts himself before turning his head to look at where Locus is assuredly still standing awkwardly right inside the apartment, holding his cocktail. "But like," he picks back up, still calm, "what the hell, seriously?"
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"No." He answers in that same monotone voice as he stands in the middle of the apartment looking oddly out of place in full armour.
"You've been making too many enemies." A reprimand and an answer all wrapped into one. The perfect excuse. He's been watching him for a while now, and while Felix has enough finesse to keep himself out of trouble his time in VIVID has made too many people aware of him. A fact Locus disapproves of on a professional level. An easier item to object to than the all too personal one giving him sleepless nights.
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A moment later, it seems to dawn on him and his face lightens up. "You mean in ViViD? Damn, who the hell cares about that? It's just a game, no one can accuse me of anything besides poor sportsmanship." He leans forward a moment to pick his drink back up.
"And sit down already, you're making me feel awkward with the way you're just standing there."
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"People hold grudges, Felix." A warning.
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"Yeah, and? If someone starts a fight with me in person over a game, who'll look like the bad guy there? Not me." He runs a hand through his hair, laughing mildly. "I'm perfectly fine outside of ViViD. Making nice with our fellow captives. That's all that matters. Let me have a little harmless stress relief, would you?"
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"See that you keep it that way. This isn't Chorus." He keeps his tone neutral, ignoring the memories that rose with that name. "We don't have a standing army to take on everyone."
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He pauses to take a sip of his drink and regard Locus critically. Really, it's annoying how relaxed he is. "Still don't really get why you've been following me. Could've just asked me what I've been getting up to. You know, like we normally do?"
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He's silent as a flare of human conscience slowly grips him in its cold fingers. He's right. This isn't how they normally do things. He's slipping up.
"You with hold details, Felix. We don't have the luxury of that here."
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"Why didn't you say anything before?"
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"....."
He watches him through his visor, noting the small details of his face smooth and familiar. The way he held himself. Relaxed. Confidant. So very different from the Felix he allowed to die. The two of them... they were nothing alike and exactly the same, and yet this Felix was familiar.
Wordlessly he moves his hands up and unseals his helmet removing it in front of him. His hair falls down, stray hairs framing his face while the majority is held up in a loose bun.
"You're misreading things." No, you're not. But he's never going to admit to "acting" weird.
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But after a moment, the smile simmers to something Locus will recognize as more predatory. "Yeah? Alright," he answers, taking a sip from his drink as if he was done talking.
But as soon as he puts the glass back down, he keeps going. "You know, you never told me exactly what happened back home between the last I remember and however further forward you are, Locs," he drawls out, his tone almost a purr, "seems like this'd be a good time to talk about it. How about you take a seat?"
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His fingers grip his helmet at the comment, while his lips press together unable to keep the edge of strain from his expression.
"The war ended." He pulls himself together and answers before the silence draws on too long making him look suspicious. Still, he doesn't move from his spot and remains standing.
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So, he stands up, shoulders open, a smile still on his face, "yeah? About time, I was really starting to get sick of that shitty backwater excuse for a planet." He's walking over, slowly, idly, as he talks. There's nothing menacing about it.
Or at least, there shouldn't be, as Felix steps up to Locus and plants a firm hand on his taller partner's shoulder. It should be a friendly gesture. But there's just... something sharp in his eyes that doesn't match. "I wonder though, why does it feel like there's something important you're not telling me?"
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"You don't need to know." He steps back enough for that hand to slide off the metal shoulder giving him some breathing room. He pulls the metal hinges of the helmet back, this was a mistake, he should never have taken it off.
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