[ was he worried he might not get the position? maybe a little, but itβs been quite a while since neonβs held any kind of real job outside of being a personal battery pack to a bunch of powered people, so. a little lack of confidence is probably understandable. ]
[ his response is delayed, but not for too long. neon never keeps cellar waiting if he can help it, but he idles as he considers responding with text, which feels more distant given the subject, or a voice message in return.
when the recording begins, there's a few beats of silence followed by the quiet shift of material - clothing, probably, or maybe paper over wood, it's a little hard to tell. and then his voice, quiet but honest. ]
... Yeah. We found out he had cancer about, uh. Eleven years ago, but - he's okay now. He's been okay for eight years actually, give or take. [ about the same amount of time neon's been one of raiz's agents. what a coincidence. anyway, he laughs a little under his breath. ] He's a lot nicer than Saber.
[august senses an end the way animals sense natural disasters, only he can't find higher ground or escape. the trials went as expected, with the surprises being a solemn kindness, hands reaching for him in solidarity. he understands, knew the evidence gave a direct path to his handiwork. part of him feels the potential of sentencing righteous, while the other part thinks of the cage and how danny props the body of saber like an ornament.
he'll be an ornament, too. when he walks back to his cabin, he leaves the door propped open, intending to leave after grabbing the bottle of wine he never finished from the dresser. the door hinge creaks and august turns around, thinking cellar has come in to say something, or need something. the thought of buffy or roza flickers through his mind, snuffed by reality: neon, standing at the door, looking like he's intruding even when his hand is raised to knock.
[ The morning before Neon's first shift at the Hex Club, an envelope finds its way to his door. Inside is a gold pin in the shape of a hexagon, as well as a note: ]
Neon, Welcome to the Hex Club. I look forward to working with you. β Silco
[Neon's room is the easiest to access because it is, for whatever fucked up reason, now also his. Their bed's unmade because Devon keeps sneaking in and out of it to get warm but at some point closer to the 25th he's squirreled time away to wrap gifts. In paper decorated with fish, there are a few bundled items sitting at the foot of the bed alongside a bigger cardstock box housing a cake.
The first bundle of wrapped gifts is tied with gold ribbon, and holds: a fuzzy journal, keychain and friendshipbracelets clearly made by Devon himself. He adds even more luster to this package with a folded up t-shirt and charm, the latter tucked away inside the rolled up shirt for a 2 for 1 surprise. (He was running out of paper and too lazy to find more.)
The second bundle is a little bit more neatly wrapped - almost as if he spent marginally more time in trying to make it look good. In a wooden storage box there is a chess set, upon it resting a little photo album of different photos. Some of the family, but most notably at the beginning are the real important ones: pics of neon rex and her various outfits. One photo is of Devon holding her between his hands, her tail stub covered with a little bow. In photos where it is uncovered, Devon's expression is often times icked.
Lastly are some seasonal cookies, made by yours truly. A card sits on top of the box holding these, in which there is a polaroid of Devon in fish tights and nothing else, giving Neon two middle fingers. Three, if you count...]
Merry Christmas Nerd,
I got one more thing for you but I gotta finesse it so msg me whenever and I'll bring it back home.
[ Prompted partly by pattern observation, and because somebody should say it, even if his text tone was pretty light β ]
I know we don't really know each other but I wanted to say sorry that happened. The poisoning thing Maybe now you have a buff against it, like in The Princess Bride!
[ neon vaguely recognizes the userpic associated with this account. it takes him a second to place the face, but he gets there eventually - she's the woman who accidentally sent him a... tasteful picture, back when they were all living alternate lives. roza. ]
oh. thanks. that's kind of you. it's not actually a huge deal, i just don't think that guy should be overlooked or underestimated.
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[ was he worried he might not get the position? maybe a little, but itβs been quite a while since neonβs held any kind of real job outside of being a personal battery pack to a bunch of powered people, so. a little lack of confidence is probably understandable. ]
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@userdev
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why are you looking for bible study groups?
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text, un: sunshine
i need to use your computer
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sure. what for?
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magical girl transformation into action
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Was [ is? ] your dad actually sick back home, too? You don't have to say anything if you don't want to.
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when the recording begins, there's a few beats of silence followed by the quiet shift of material - clothing, probably, or maybe paper over wood, it's a little hard to tell. and then his voice, quiet but honest. ]
... Yeah. We found out he had cancer about, uh. Eleven years ago, but - he's okay now. He's been okay for eight years actually, give or take. [ about the same amount of time neon's been one of raiz's agents. what a coincidence. anyway, he laughs a little under his breath. ] He's a lot nicer than Saber.
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@bitchface
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thatβs me
how can i help you, @ bitchface?
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@lethalhole
@n.
what's up
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π.
actionβΒ after accusations
he'll be an ornament, too. when he walks back to his cabin, he leaves the door propped open, intending to leave after grabbing the bottle of wine he never finished from the dresser. the door hinge creaks and august turns around, thinking cellar has come in to say something, or need something. the thought of buffy or roza flickers through his mind, snuffed by reality: neon, standing at the door, looking like he's intruding even when his hand is raised to knock.
he frowns, placing the bottle back.]
Neon. What do you need?
@strange
[ He has his suspicions, and realises this is hypocritical of him to ask given the warning he'd issued first go around, but he needs to confirm. ]
@n.
[ sorry, bud. you kinda put yourself on neon's list of people he does not trust (it's very long) the last time(s) they spoke. ]
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cw: a fun variety of dead body mentions
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@bob β text (sent to @n).
sorry i know we donβt know each other
iβm bob
i was wondering if you heard something about superheroes last week
or if homelander was just tweaking
i didn't get a notif for this? i'm sorry π
is homelander known for tweaking?
omg no worries
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which feels big bad
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what's up
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π¦ delivery.
( christmas gift )
The first bundle of wrapped gifts is tied with gold ribbon, and holds: a fuzzy journal, keychain and friendship bracelets clearly made by Devon himself. He adds even more luster to this package with a folded up t-shirt and charm, the latter tucked away inside the rolled up shirt for a 2 for 1 surprise. (He was running out of paper and too lazy to find more.)
The second bundle is a little bit more neatly wrapped - almost as if he spent marginally more time in trying to make it look good. In a wooden storage box there is a chess set, upon it resting a little photo album of different photos. Some of the family, but most notably at the beginning are the real important ones: pics of neon rex and her various outfits. One photo is of Devon holding her between his hands, her tail stub covered with a little bow. In photos where it is uncovered, Devon's expression is often times icked.
Lastly are some seasonal cookies, made by yours truly. A card sits on top of the box holding these, in which there is a polaroid of Devon in fish tights and nothing else, giving Neon two middle fingers. Three, if you count...]
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get to finessing, loser
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misfire - @lethalhole
im getting better see
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what does neon say?
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@blackrock00
I know we don't really know each other but I wanted to say sorry that happened. The poisoning thing
Maybe now you have a buff against it, like in The Princess Bride!
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oh.
thanks. that's kind of you.
it's not actually a huge deal, i just don't think that guy should be overlooked or underestimated.
a buff. you think so? inconceivable!
:)
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@bob β text.
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you have a place in mind?
[ somewhere where you're less likely to take out an entire manor in three seconds flat if shit goes south. ]