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The common room on the ship was mostly habited. The steps of Octavio tend to stand out for being quick, for which reason they differ from Path’s, you can recognize Caustic and Makoa for his firm step upon entering the place, Anita always walk straight, Ajay has lively steps, Renee's and Bloodhound's are quiet, barely heard, Natalie walks soft, their shoes seem to be rubber, Crypto is barely shown in the room, if it does, he’s usually trying to be stealthy but he isn't very good about it. Loba, on the other hand, his heels make bouncing noise, sometimes it is insufferable. Elliott usually walks barefoot or wearing stockings, you locate him because he always hits his finger or leg with something. Revenant's, in a way, blend in with the sound, but the vibe he emerges as he enters the room is what highlights him.
Simple details, which made the stay in the nave a bit interesting.
Without omitting that the meetings there are every day, they are not always completely pleasant.
Like today’s one.
Elliott walked out of the kitchen, lost in his thoughts as he was carrying a bowl of cereal with milk, stirring dodging of memory, furniture and chairs, the room had most of the lights off, because Natalie, Caustic, Ajay and Renee were watching a movie on the couch, for what they said was "3D" and it worked better if there was little light, it was still surprising to see Caustic sitting there, but he had promised Natalie to show you a couple of movies that he had, even he couldn’t say no to the French.
Elliott, when the lights were off, he moved by inertia, by memory. But, the cold metal ran into his chest in a crude act, had collided with something, how? He knew there was no wall or furniture on the way.
But the response came just as quickly as panic to his body when adjusting his eyes to the environment, he encountered two bright orange orbs; he had collided with Revenant. Cereal and milk, mostly, fell on Elliott's shirt, wetting the garment and in passing staining it.
On the other hand, the simulacrum struck the man with his eyes, Revenant's face was adorned with a grimace of annoyance embodied in his firm and metallic face, the trickster in a low and quiet voice tried to apologize.
"S-sorry, err, I didn't mean to strain your body or your system, Uhm, just sorry, I was lost in my world, you know? Haha, yeah, sure, mph..." stumbled upon the words while speaking, almost whispering not to attract the attention of the other legends in the room, Revenant who observed him at all times gave a turn of eyes, then deigned to speak.
"Don't go so lost, little skin bag, you don't want to end up like your brothers, do you?" he bit, his words were meant to cause pain, sharp teeth that peeked into a mocking smile.
Wraith turned to the voice that resonated in her head, Caustic by reaction turned also, the two looked closely at the scene, as if they were preparing for the glass to overflow, at the words of Revenant Caustic looked at Reene, she worried only touched Natalie's shoulder to turn. Meanwhile, the scientist slowly got up from the couch, approaching the kitchen, always keeping a prudent distance, but getting deeper and deeper into the place.
Elliott, who was petrified in his place, held the cereal plate so tightly that it seemed that at any moment he was going to break it. His knuckles were white from the force exerted, his eyes looked at Revenant, fixed and open, it was a look that could be described as chaotic, and hell, if the looks could kill Elliott would have tortured him first.
The simulacrum was amused with the situation, it was noticeable, because his eyes saw with a molded delight, a twisted smile that curled his lips. He bowed his head and approached the face of the trickster, the orange glow in his eyes was intense, digs the opposites looking for clues of fear to enlarge his fun.
"What is it? You lost your tongue too?" he said again, seeking to increase the flame that began to form in Elliott's eyes.
By that time, the background film was paused, some lights were on-again, what once could be described as a peaceful environment, now tense, filled with heavy air. The other legends looked at the scene without saying a word. Natalie watched worried, Ajay held Renee to avoid getting into the situation, on the other hand, Caustic approached cautiously, wishing from the inside that Revenant would stop with his words because it could be seen that Elliott was holding out as best he could.
"Shut up." it was the only thing that came out of Elliott's mouth, stiff and dry, his voice seemed to be being held by a tight thread, about to break. His fist was shaking beside him, the grip on the cereal plate was getting more and more slippery.
The simulacrum let out some superb laughter at the kind of reaction he received, because most of the times when he spoke to the trickster, he never said anything to lead him the contrary, sometimes he didn't even respond, and Revenant knew it was because of Elliott's fear of him. Before his thoughts pass his narrow tongue through the shark teeth.
He stood up to the other legend, who had his gaze lost, at some point outside his rational thought. Their faces a centimeter away, their eyes glowing sought to meet the hazelnuts ones.
"Shut me up? what kind of threat is that? You're not brave enough to even say a word for your broth- “
The scene took an unexpected turn, the tension broke just as fast as the porcelain that crashed into Revenant's face, pieces of the material crossed the air and fell to the ground in small bounces. The sound that followed that frame of events was the roar of the metal hitting the ground, then the struggle.
It had been Elliott that the first thing he did was throw the simulacrum against the floor, holding his head while grabbing the cloth that covered his head and part of the man/chest. Taking him hard, he began to try to hit Revenant's head against the ground. While one of the robotic hands approached Elliott's face to try to push him away, one of the sharp tips dangerously grazed his cheek to make a shallow cut on the left side of the trickster's face, who only grunted in reaction, plus his grip on the other legend never softened, instead, became more persistent.
The scandal attracted legends who were mere spectators of the situation, Bloodhound held they ax from the door, their hands clinging to the handle in a way that seemed that at any moment they would intervene, but remained on a low profile, watching.
One of the hands of Elliott slipped out of the fabric, and in that the other hand of Revenant clung to his shoulder, nailing down slightly his fingers into him, reaching to pierce the skin little by little, Witt realizing he let out a moan loud in pain, his hand groping the ground while the other had managed to bend the head of the Revenant on the ground, but when the pain was unbearable that hand also slipped and the simulacrum thinking of hitting Elliott did not realize that he had managed to grab a thick piece of porcelain, in a straight and furious he hit Revenant's face, nailing the piece exactly in one of his eyes.
Revenant raised his fist and managed to fit a blow on the left cheek of the man above him, his face turned because of the force, but when he turned again to see the simulacrum what was in his eyes was no longer that charming and soft brown, it was a dark rim, rebalanced with fury, somehow that look made the simulacrum frown his sign, he was bewildered and there was a distraction in his actions now; like a pause. Elliott noticed and for seconds his rational thoughts returned but, as soon as they showed up, they left again.
The trickster had raised his arm, preparing to give his second blow before some arms encircled his chest, below his shoulders, and were pulled from above Revenant. Dragged back, obviously, he did not take long to fight to escape, to return to what he not ended. Caustic did not let himself be dominated, he was bigger and stronger, so he held the younger man in his arms, however much it hurt to have to apply so much force on him.
On the other hand, Anita, who walked at a determined pace, quickly went to the kitchen, to be able to keep away the simulacrum from Elliott, placing a hand on Revenant's chest when he seemed to be about to jump once he got up from the ground, his metallic hand was closed in a fist thus avoiding the formation of the characteristic blades.
The struggles did not cease at any time. Caustic held in his arms a senseless and irrational Elliot, who in sudden movements writhed in his grip, trying at all costs to get out and reach the only thing that kept his attention drawn; the simulacrum.
The trickster's broken, angry voice filled the place, splitting into screams that were ripped from the bottom of his throat.
"SAY THAT AGAIN, MOTHER FUCKER, I FUCKING DARE YOU TO IT, damn it, you can’t even mention them again, you hear me?! If you do it again I'll break your face so hard, you fucking son of a bitch- “he cried, with all the force that tears came out of his eyes, they fell down his cheeks like withered petals.
He began to try to reach him, reaching out to him as if he wanted to tear off every part of him one by one, until his hands formed into fists and began to hit the arms that held them, shaking his feet like an angry child but at the same time, frightened from the inside.
“Get the shit off me, don't touch me, let me go, let me go after him, he deserves it, he can't talk like that, HE DOESN'T DESERVE TO MENTION THEM, you know he doesn’t, please, he do-doesn’t, no, please… let me go…”
Sobs escaped between his words, breaths to try to control the emotions that tormented him at the time, Caustic attached Elliott to his chest, holding him from escaping and doing something he should not, the hands of the smaller man slipped making force in the arms of the thanatologist, who whispered soothing words in the ears of the trickster.
Revenant observed, in part, not knowing exactly how he should react to such a scene. He passed his hand through the new marks on his cheek, the same were scratches on the paint, superficial but not comparable to the hole emptied in his left eye, black and already without that orange orb, a min spark of electricity could be seen between the darkness, he saw nothing on that side and the damage alert message was blurred. He couldn't help but grimace with disgust.
He turned his attention back to Elliott, who now was no longer fighting and in changed he fell apart in the grip of the other legend, Caustic held him in his arms preventing him from falling to the ground, before holding him and cradling him against his chest, directing the other man out of the kitchen, when they passed near Revenant he saw the silent tears gathering on the chin of the younger man, he felt ... guilt? He could not identify which train of feeling went through his system, but Anita lured him back to reality with a small but blunt blow to his chest, the woman looked at him with pure disapproval and anger, shook her head and whispered a few words that the simulacrum managed to capture.
"Better start thinking before talking, there won't be next time. “
He could not identify the tone that was quietly leaking into the words of Anita, who walked back and went straight to her room.
Revenant looked down at his hands, took one to his face to redraw the marks, but there was no anger flourishing in his system, instead, there was remorse and in part, he felt he deserved it.
What happened to him? He never felt guilty, he shouldn't feel bothered to make fun of delicate subjects so gracefully, but the feeling was in his body.
Maybe he'd gone too far and he needs to fix it.