anothercontinuity | Red vs Blue Voicetesting Thread

Without hesitation he moves to retrieve them as asked, while Felix falls silent for a moment, arms folded and looking slightly sulky at the rebuff. He just has to find a way, dig at him a little more. Preferably without Taylor around.

But Taylor's always fucking around.

The glasses clink as they make their way onto the counter. "It all just...goes in together, then?" he finally manages, eager to steer the conversation back on track rather than let Felix derail it.

"Yep. Pretty simple." Three ingredients, tasty stuff comes from it. Taylor shuts off the blender and pops the lid, pouring it carefully into one glass, then the other. It takes a little jiggling of the pitcher to get it to actually flow out- which is deal. Just thick enough. "Awesome. There was a place back home when I was a kid that made whoever was on shake duty flip it upside down over their head before serving it. Fuckups weren't pretty."

Reason he learned the ideal ratio pretty goddamn quick as a teen, working there. Two straws plunked in and that's it. Milkshakes. "Go ahead."

Even without a preference for sweet things, he can tell from the first sip that this is good. Honestly. It's simple, fresh, and just the right texture. So he imagines, at any rate, before taking another sip with a pleased hum.

Felix, meanwhile, has gotten bored with the display. Rolling his eyes, he winks over to a nearby monitor instead.

Taylor smiles and bumps their shoulders together, sipping on his own. Perfectly creamy, simple, and just sweet enough. Fantastic.

The monitor, well. Has schematics for Felix's body on display. The basic frame, a breakdown of the wiring for sensory nerves, a scattering of photos from which to pull his facial structure, color of his hair, his eyes, his skin. The eyes in particular have their own little window where Taylor had been meticulously looking at different decorative filaments that would function as his iris. "Design stage is....I wanna say 85% complete? I'll have the rest of it knocked out by the end of tomorrow. Then it's all parts and manufacturing."

Felix lets out a whistle. "You take this shit seriously, don't you? Damn," he murmurs, seemingly impressed despite himself. Well well. Maybe Taylor over there is as good as his word.

Which doesn't mean he plans on letting go that quickly.

"Of course, you're keeping me around for the fun missions. Right partner?" He glances back with a smirk as Locus lowers his shake, frowning.

But he doesn't deny it, either.

"I'm a man of my word." Reasons he doesn't promise shit to much of anyone ever. But he's promised Locus and means to make good. With D sorting out the details hasn't been taking as long as he might've thought but, there are still some questions. "There aren't a lot of photos after y'all started riding the merc train full time- you still want that undercut?"

Keep him focused on things other than Locus. Like himself. Vanity is always a safe bet.

"Fuck yeah, I do. I want everything just like it was. Why mess with perfection, right?"

It works, and Locus lets out a breath, taking another drink of his milkshake, his shoulder brushing against Taylor's quietly. Hopefully, this isn't the case for very much longer. Hopefully, Felix takes to the new body and they can go their separate ways.

"...I'm not gonna say it made you look like a cross between a hipster and a greaser- but." It did, just a little. A tiny bit. Then again Taylor also is the master of hobo chic, dressing up infrequently and spending most of his life in denim and flannel. So.

The hell does he know, yeah? yeah.

"You've got no room to talk, Seventeen." Felix flips his hand dismissively, unbothered by the criticism. Or at least as much as he's willing to show, at any rate.

Locus tosses a look at Taylor. Really? We're going to encourage this behavior?

"...Like the magazine?" What. He looks up to Locus, brows lifted. "Do I need to grow out my facial hair or something?"

He doesn't look that young, come on.

That prompts a shrug from Locus. He wouldn't say no, but it's not a suggestion he should take from Felix, necessarily.

"He's going to do that. Just don't give him more fuel."

"Hey." Felix waves a hand, leaning low to get Locus's attention. "Right fucking here, partner Speaking of which."

And he straightens, eyes lighting up.

"You should see him with a knife. God, I'm so proud I could cry. Or tweak a program to look like it. Whatever."

"Is that a thing? I guess that's a thing. I was an only child." Never learned how to deal with the picking and nagging he saw swinging back and forth between the twins all the goddamn time. For a visceral moment he misses them so much it sucks the air out of his lungs-

But only a moment. Knifework prompts a quirked brow and-

Delta tries, bless his little green heart, but a snapshot of Brandon's skin cut up and flayed flickers through his memory all the same. "...what the everloving fuck, Sam."

"Locus just needed a little inspiration. Nothing I haven't done before, but man. Picked it up like a champ." Oh, Felix is grinning now, and Locus glares over his shoulder at the AI.

No sign of remorse, though. From either of them.

"Uh-huh. Side effect of dating a Sadist, I guess." That- he doesn't know how to feel about that. Until he can flick through his head and find an answer, humor. Buy himself a little time. The hooks, okay, eye for an eye and all that shit. Beating him up, breaking his teeth? Okay.

skinning someone tips past cruel and unusual and goes somewhere far and weird and- he knows Sam's capable of violence. He's seen him kill. But keeping something efficient and clean in the field is very different from hunting down a civilian and cutting them up.

"...man I'm not gonna be able to eat bacon for a week." Still no answer, so. More humor!

He needed him to hurt. To be afraid. And the suggestion had been there, and he'd just...leaned into it, rather than rejecting it wholly. He'd been angry. Furious. And he'd meant to break him. It seemed the most efficient way, at the time.

Watching Taylor skate away from that is cause for concern, and there's a faint furrow in his brow. "It's done. No need to dwell on it."

"Photographic memory that shares storage with Delta." Sure, D could tuck what's for him and only him away in a box but that shit tends to leak after awhile. Christ. D does manage to send a pulse of, well, remorse.

Not for approving, but for Taylor having to see any of the recording. He shakes his head, scrubbing at his face before pointedly leaning against Sam and sipping his Milkshake. This is fine. They are fine. "I'm putting knives on my 'hard no' till Felix isn't subletting your skull, man."

Felix manages to look somewhat put out by the nonchalant response and huffs, blinking away to find something else to entertain himself with for the moment. Locus, meanwhile, turns to look at Taylor with a raised brow, before just...accepting it.

Taylor doesn't lie. He's terrible at it. So if he's letting it go, best to let it go.

"Understood."

Let it go. Let it go, let it go, Don't think about it, don't dwell on it, just. Let it go-

Yeah, no. Not letting it go. "You're not doing anything to Carolina."

Sure they may or may not have had a thing and yeah he might have gotten jerked around and yeah, she might've dropped a goddamn ship on them- but no. And there's no way in hell he's bringing up any of his other exes now. Ever.

"So you'd said before."

No more than what's already been done. Trying to kill her repeatedly, along with Wash, had been part of the job then. What he did to Brandon, what he might have done to her, had been nixed the moment Taylor said he wasn't interested in seeing her pay.

He only has to say the word. That's always been the case.

"It kinda feels like it bears repeating." He can't think of anything he said or implied other than 'I hope I'm not like him' to prompt this little trip and dip into personal vigilante justice. There must've been something, he's sure.

Fuck.

"D now is not the time to review that footage, for fuck's sake." He snaps, out loud, and Delta has the good sense to flicker into being and look sheepish.

"Apologies."

"Go do some recon or something." Anything but flipping through that rather involved night.

"Affirmative." He winks out, a little green trail of light zipping to the nearbye terminal as he begins doing some kind of work or another. Taylor's not paying attention, too busy trying to focus on the warmth of Sam next to him and the simple pleasure of a milkshake. The small things.

Frowning, Locus reaches to stroke a hand along his shoulder, gentle as you please. He'd never hurt him in that sort of way, and he's safe as safe can be with him. But anyone who crosses him, who does hurt him?

He couldn't promise what he would or wouldn't do.

Meanwhile, Felix takes to hovering over Delta shoulder with a smirk. "Glad someone appreciates the artistry that went into that. Honestly, you're not as uptight as I thought."

"Keep in mind the mind that created me." A man that thought torturing himself into breaking was an ideal scientific endeavor. There will always be threads of Leonard Church in him- and a particular manner of detached vindictiveness comes with the territory. "He should not, however, have allowed Brandon's remorse to temper his hand. Had Locus continued at the rate, he could have easily removed 36 percent of Brandon's skin before shock set in."

Taylor ignores the conversation as best he can. It's easier than he might like.

"Ignore them."

He leans closer, nose nuzzling briefly against Taylor's temple. The AI are going to chatter amongst themselves? Let them. It certainly seems to be cheering Felix up, as he sniffs and rolls his eyes.

"I know, right? He had to get all merciful and shit. There's just so much you can do with a knife, if you've got the motivation for it. Guy's got no sense of fun."

"He lives in my brain." And while he can take Delta out- it feels kind of childish and petty. Call it solidarity with Sam, call it an addiction- both are probably accurate.

"The desire to do harm came more out of anger than out of any sense of sadistic pleasure." Were it otherwise he might have reservations trusting Sam with Taylor. "Anger lacks...finesse."

"Yeah, just wanted to hear the guy say he was sorry for hurting him and shit. Ah well. We got to have a little fun, at least. And it was nice flexing my fingers for a bit. Taste of things to come, right?"

Felix gloats, while Locus reaches for Taylor's empty hand, twining his fingers through with his. "You still find ways. Trust me. I've had to. He'd have driven me mad by now, otherwise."

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