[cassius has an assignment, and always carries it out to the letter. he may never be promoted to a high rank despite his efficiency due to his nature as an omega, but central axis still demands his work, and cassius always complies.
despite always being stationed away from the rest of the agents sent to fossil, cassius always complies. but he has been supplied yek as a weapon for their mission to subjugate fossil, with the intent of using him as he was intended in the future.
in this moment, he's scouting an area after reports of a camp of fossildwellers surfaced, particular fossildwellers with traces of their technology on them. their weapons, but hibernating due to fossil's inability to understand how the moon operates. cassius stalks through the trees, acclimitizing himself to the place, how different the air tastes, what oxygen is like, the climate, the higher temperatures, the softness of the earth. he has made a path for himself to and from his own camp, returning every so often to one of many spots he uses to survey the fossildweller.
just the one male, with large ears on his head that cassius determines assists in hearing, and has adjusted his scounting accordingly, placing himself further from the fossildweller's camp. even if the result is a lack in auditory recordings, cassius can still watch and observe him.]
[ At his camp, Eustace picks up the faint sound of breathing.
It's barely audible, so faint it might as well be a figment of his imagination, but he hasn't spent so many years out on the field to simply ignore the warnings of his gut. Truthfully he ought to be ranks higher than he is, possessed of both the skills and the discipline for higher advancement, there are unspoken rules he can't fight against, ones larger than just the sum of him, and so he grudgingly accepts the invisible collar around his neck as he does the bidding of those officers higher than him without (vocal) complaint. But just because he complies doesn't mean he's about to throw his life away. He doesn't love the Society that much, with their corrupt and twisted ways.
Here at the small base camp it's just him, meaning he can do as he likes so long as the outcome - his results - remain impeccable. ]
There's no point hiding. You may as well come out.
[ One gloved finger rests on the handle of his knife, still sheathed at his waist. ]
its ok, you can finally rest your head on cass' booba
[cassius doesn't hear what the fossildweller is saying, but his eyes catch movement on the face-- mouth moving, as if speaking. but he is the only one of his camp, there's no one to speak to.
is it a trait for fossildwellers to speak to themselves? or is it something for those with particular traits? his curiosity is now piqued, and he moves forward to be able to listen, ignoring the warnings of his body that the mandatory scheduled time for his heat is coming soon, and he must quarantine. that system has always been faulty, sometimes his cycle doesn't come even when it has been induced to come during his health checks.
such a thing is undesirable in agents, but he hasn't been dismantled and recycled yet because he can do everything ordered to him without much issue, as long as he's kept away from others.
cassius just wants to know the peculiarities of this fossildweller, and creeps from the tree to crouch in some bushes.]
[ No response, but that's to be expected. This place is largely abandoned, tucked away in a hard-to-reach location; anyone coming here is either a Society agent with the unfortunate luck to be assigned to this post, or an enemy scout with malicious intent. People don't just wander by willy-nilly, unaware of where they're headed, especially not with the growing number of attacks from the Moondwellers in recent months.
His ears swivel atop his head, searching for the source of the faint sound. Footsteps? A rustle of leaves. An animal, maybe, but better safe than sorry. Slowly, he pivots on one heel, eyes searching through the foliage. ]
If you won't come out, then I'll just have to come find you.
[ It would be more efficient to say nothing at all and simply track the intruder down, but it's been a tiresome several weeks and his patience has been worn thin by the constant disregard thrown his way. There's also something in the atmosphere that sets his skin on edge, a strange taste in the air that makes his nostrils flare. ]
[cassius only catches the end of that statement when he moves closer to the fossildweller's camp, come find you, and immediately he knows that he's been spotted. there are no other people than himself and this furry-eared opponent, otherwise cassius' scans and sweeps would have picked up on that other presence.
this is a fight, he knows this, and cassius stands straight, readying his weapon.
he keeps track of the fossildweller, and lunges when the man is close to him.]
[ His movements as he passes through his camp are slow, deliberate. His body feels wound up like a spring, restless energy radiating from every line of his posture as he keeps his eyes and ears open. Atop his head, his ears twitch madly, reacting to every slight sound, every shift of the wind.
It's all barely enough for him to duck and roll out of the way when a form comes hurtling towards him. Automatically, he reaches for the knife strapped at his waist, the glint of silver flashing in the light as he unsheathes it. Though he's more familiar with guns, he'll be at a disadvantage if things get too close too quickly. Better buy himself some time and space.
For now, he stays on the defensive, arms loose in front of him as he waits for an arm or a leg or the sharp edge of a sword to come swinging his way again. ]
[the moment cassius sees the glint of a knife, he changes tactics, halting his approach by digging his feet into the ground and leaving skid marks as he brandishes his spear.
with his spear and the fossildweller holding just his knife, cassius presses the advantage. it's illogical to use a knife when one has a gun, but this is an opportunity for cassius, and he has no orders to take prisoners. he just has to eliminate this fossildweller. and quickly-- he's pulling up errors where there shouldn't be any, and maintenance is imperative.
cassius bowls into the fossildweller with his spear, swinging it wide.]
[ Apart from the abnormality of there being an intruder here in the first place, there's something else lingering in the air, a wrongness that he can't fully put his finger on. Every inch of his body is on alert, skin prickling under the tight fabric of his combat uniform. Unfortunately there's not time to analyze what that wrongness might be, not when there's a spear slamming straight for him, its tip glinting in the weak light.
Its length means there's no room to dodge on either side; he settles for a duck down, throwing his weight forward into a roll, free hand reaching out and aimed right for the stranger's ankles. If he can just grab them and pull the man down with him, the spear should be effectively rendered useless at close range. ]
[cassius is not expecting the furry fossildweller to duck and grab hold of his ankle-- he's calculated potential outcomes for this battle, but this is not one of them. he falls backwards, unable to keep himself upright anymore, and drops his weapon as he hits the ground, hard.
hard enough that he feels rock break underneath the weight of his body, even if he doesn't feel the pain, or a resulting dizziness from impact. his body is built different, but the fact is that he still fell, and cassius already is rolling onto his side to try and grab his weapon before the fossildweller can take advantage of him in this state.]
thank, i'm ready to shove my face into booba somewhere somehow
[ Eustace sees his opportunity and moves, barely noting the destruction of the landscape around them as he focuses in on the body in front of him. Years of combat training means his mind cedes to instinct when it comes to the battlefield, split second gut reactions overriding logic. When it comes to life or death, there's simply not time to gather all information and come to a conclusion.
His fingers curl around one ankle and pull, with the intent of dragging the other man closer. Even though he isn't exactly built for close range combat, lean body preferring speed over strength, but easier to deal a non-fatal blow with his fists than a gun. If there's one outsider here already, who's to say a whole invasion isn't incoming? The more answers he can get, the better.
Or maybe something else will come along and fuck the both of them up, who can truly say. ]
[even when downed like this, cassius' mind doesn't stop working-- he can tell that the fossil man wont let him get to his spear, even managing to slide the moondweller's body inches further from the fallen weapon. impressive strength for a man without augments.
but cassius wont allow him to do more. he raises his uncaptured foot and kicks out, trying to escape the grip. and then he twists his body, so he can bring his arms closer to the fossildweller to punch him, ignoring all of the errors his body is sending him, the incredible heat in himself. he knows he needs to cool down or he may force a restart right here, and he's looking for a way to break free to do just that.]
[ The kick does what it intends, but more than that it's the sudden onslaught of scent and feeling a heavy ocean wave knocking his equilibrium entirely off-kilter, his fingers releasing and jerking backwards as if burned. For all his mind is aware, he may as well have been. Though it's warped and fuzzed at the edges, he can recognize the core of the sensation that sweeps through him.
No.
Caught off-balance, he can't defend against the fist aimed directly at him, fueled with enough energy that it knocks the air out of him. Coughing, he swipes out an arm, doing his best to momentarily stun the other man.
His voice is a croak when he speaks, rechanneling his energy momentarily away from combat towards extinguishing the instinctual reply his body already wants to make. ]
Get away from me.
[ This time his words are as much a threat as they are a plea, coupled with a furious kick at the stranger's midsection in case words alone aren't enough. ]
Illogical. You should have run instead of making demands.
[not that cassius is in any position to leave. the heavy blows on his body aside, which he's taken without much sound, he thinks he's begun to reboot without actually allowing one. his body has just forced one without permission from his brain. already, there's a mild coolness between his legs but he cant quite parse the sensation-- he can only assume he's rebooting.
but doing so here is not optimal, when he's still in danger and he needs a safe place to be unconscious for a while.
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despite always being stationed away from the rest of the agents sent to fossil, cassius always complies. but he has been supplied yek as a weapon for their mission to subjugate fossil, with the intent of using him as he was intended in the future.
in this moment, he's scouting an area after reports of a camp of fossildwellers surfaced, particular fossildwellers with traces of their technology on them. their weapons, but hibernating due to fossil's inability to understand how the moon operates. cassius stalks through the trees, acclimitizing himself to the place, how different the air tastes, what oxygen is like, the climate, the higher temperatures, the softness of the earth. he has made a path for himself to and from his own camp, returning every so often to one of many spots he uses to survey the fossildweller.
just the one male, with large ears on his head that cassius determines assists in hearing, and has adjusted his scounting accordingly, placing himself further from the fossildweller's camp. even if the result is a lack in auditory recordings, cassius can still watch and observe him.]
finally crawls my way in here
It's barely audible, so faint it might as well be a figment of his imagination, but he hasn't spent so many years out on the field to simply ignore the warnings of his gut. Truthfully he ought to be ranks higher than he is, possessed of both the skills and the discipline for higher advancement, there are unspoken rules he can't fight against, ones larger than just the sum of him, and so he grudgingly accepts the invisible collar around his neck as he does the bidding of those officers higher than him without (vocal) complaint. But just because he complies doesn't mean he's about to throw his life away. He doesn't love the Society that much, with their corrupt and twisted ways.
Here at the small base camp it's just him, meaning he can do as he likes so long as the outcome - his results - remain impeccable. ]
There's no point hiding. You may as well come out.
[ One gloved finger rests on the handle of his knife, still sheathed at his waist. ]
its ok, you can finally rest your head on cass' booba
is it a trait for fossildwellers to speak to themselves? or is it something for those with particular traits? his curiosity is now piqued, and he moves forward to be able to listen, ignoring the warnings of his body that the mandatory scheduled time for his heat is coming soon, and he must quarantine. that system has always been faulty, sometimes his cycle doesn't come even when it has been induced to come during his health checks.
such a thing is undesirable in agents, but he hasn't been dismantled and recycled yet because he can do everything ordered to him without much issue, as long as he's kept away from others.
cassius just wants to know the peculiarities of this fossildweller, and creeps from the tree to crouch in some bushes.]
thank u, a generous overlord
His ears swivel atop his head, searching for the source of the faint sound. Footsteps? A rustle of leaves. An animal, maybe, but better safe than sorry. Slowly, he pivots on one heel, eyes searching through the foliage. ]
If you won't come out, then I'll just have to come find you.
[ It would be more efficient to say nothing at all and simply track the intruder down, but it's been a tiresome several weeks and his patience has been worn thin by the constant disregard thrown his way. There's also something in the atmosphere that sets his skin on edge, a strange taste in the air that makes his nostrils flare. ]
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this is a fight, he knows this, and cassius stands straight, readying his weapon.
he keeps track of the fossildweller, and lunges when the man is close to him.]
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It's all barely enough for him to duck and roll out of the way when a form comes hurtling towards him. Automatically, he reaches for the knife strapped at his waist, the glint of silver flashing in the light as he unsheathes it. Though he's more familiar with guns, he'll be at a disadvantage if things get too close too quickly. Better buy himself some time and space.
For now, he stays on the defensive, arms loose in front of him as he waits for an arm or a leg or the sharp edge of a sword to come swinging his way again. ]
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with his spear and the fossildweller holding just his knife, cassius presses the advantage. it's illogical to use a knife when one has a gun, but this is an opportunity for cassius, and he has no orders to take prisoners. he just has to eliminate this fossildweller. and quickly-- he's pulling up errors where there shouldn't be any, and maintenance is imperative.
cassius bowls into the fossildweller with his spear, swinging it wide.]
crawls back into your inbox two months later
Its length means there's no room to dodge on either side; he settles for a duck down, throwing his weight forward into a roll, free hand reaching out and aimed right for the stranger's ankles. If he can just grab them and pull the man down with him, the spear should be effectively rendered useless at close range. ]
u-u welcome back
hard enough that he feels rock break underneath the weight of his body, even if he doesn't feel the pain, or a resulting dizziness from impact. his body is built different, but the fact is that he still fell, and cassius already is rolling onto his side to try and grab his weapon before the fossildweller can take advantage of him in this state.]
thank, i'm ready to shove my face into booba somewhere somehow
His fingers curl around one ankle and pull, with the intent of dragging the other man closer. Even though he isn't exactly built for close range combat, lean body preferring speed over strength, but easier to deal a non-fatal blow with his fists than a gun. If there's one outsider here already, who's to say a whole invasion isn't incoming? The more answers he can get, the better.
Or maybe something else will come along and fuck the both of them up, who can truly say. ]
just shove into cassius' booba
but cassius wont allow him to do more. he raises his uncaptured foot and kicks out, trying to escape the grip. and then he twists his body, so he can bring his arms closer to the fossildweller to punch him, ignoring all of the errors his body is sending him, the incredible heat in himself. he knows he needs to cool down or he may force a restart right here, and he's looking for a way to break free to do just that.]
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No.
Caught off-balance, he can't defend against the fist aimed directly at him, fueled with enough energy that it knocks the air out of him. Coughing, he swipes out an arm, doing his best to momentarily stun the other man.
His voice is a croak when he speaks, rechanneling his energy momentarily away from combat towards extinguishing the instinctual reply his body already wants to make. ]
Get away from me.
[ This time his words are as much a threat as they are a plea, coupled with a furious kick at the stranger's midsection in case words alone aren't enough. ]
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[not that cassius is in any position to leave. the heavy blows on his body aside, which he's taken without much sound, he thinks he's begun to reboot without actually allowing one. his body has just forced one without permission from his brain. already, there's a mild coolness between his legs but he cant quite parse the sensation-- he can only assume he's rebooting.
but doing so here is not optimal, when he's still in danger and he needs a safe place to be unconscious for a while.
cassius raises his leg again, as if to kick.]