[6] Action for Violet/Everywhere [Fourth Wall Event]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Blake is in his apartment minding his own business when there's a flash of light.]

When it fades, nothing seems different for a minute. All's normal and as it should be, everything in its place. After a second, it sinks in. There's something that's been out of place for months, and all of a sudden the feeling of nakedness is gone.]

[He pats his side, and there's the good, reassuring weight of his gun, right where it should be. He takes it out to give it a look over, and it's exactly as he remembers it. He puts it back and feels more himself than he has since he got to this damn place.]

[That's when he notices there's a lot of strange noises outside.]

[Blake opens the door and steps out.]

[He takes a good look at around.]

[He thinks it over.]

Nope.

[He turns around to go back inside.]

Comments

[strongestoftheturks]

Thanks.

[Rude accepts the help and gets back on his feet, dusting off some of the dirt on his suit.]

Keep practising till it becomes second nature.

[lieutenantantichrist]

Yeah, whenever I need to judo-flip somebody on their ass.

[a thought occurs to him] Like whenever I run into Norman.

[strongestoftheturks]

[Rude slightly inclines his head to the side, a slight quizzical expression forming on his face.]

...Norman?

[lieutenantantichrist]

Some asshole I knew from before. Him and a kid are the only people here I know for a fact are from the real world.

[Sometimes he makes assumptions about people, and then they start talking about ninjas and shit.]

[strongestoftheturks]

Bad luck.

I got my partner, and a junior.

This place is still killing me though.

Please don't make BAN USER suddenly hover over what I want to click, DW

[lieutenantantichrist]

You don't know the half of it. The kid blames me for killing somebody who isn't dead.

Huh. Whoever's behind all this bullshit must like you better.

Yeah, it may not be that bad all told, but it's not the real world.

No worries, I do that quite often accidentally too.

[strongestoftheturks]

[That is a pretty serious accusation, but although Blake claims that his hands are clean Rude has to wonder; even with this brief spar between them, he noticed that Blake's quite inclined to violent outbursts of temper. While that's definitely a stretch between a fist fight and actually taking a person's life...Rude wouldn't be surprised if Blake lost it and just pounded someone without realising he'd taken it a step too far.

...he keeps all of this to himself. It's all just speculation, a quiet observation. There's no proof just yet. And Blake sincerely seemed to think that he hadn't done anything of that sort, so perhaps it was just a misunderstanding.]

...kid must be giving you hell.

Not really. It's...hard to explain.

[Because frankly speaking, Rude was about a week away from doing something extremely drastic before he got into contact with his Reno. He was just about ready to sneak into Rocket base and take the helicopters for a spin. It wasn't the same as home but anything that'd sate his appetite for adventure and danger is worth it.]

...I just.

Hate this place.

[He says his opinion of this world very matter-of-factly, but there's a twitch near his jaw and his fingers clench into a fist before relaxing.

Rude isn't as unemotional as he'd like people to think.]

[lieutenantantichrist]

[Oh, Blake would admit to killing people, but this was one he didn't do.]

[Careful thought and control aren't really his strong suit. There's a lot of situations where hesitating can get you dead.]

He's been through a lot of crazy shit.

[There's no other words for it. Well, maybe a lot, but they all end with Blake breaking something and wishing it was somebody.]

[He nods, understanding a little.]

Homesick for something that makes sense, huh.