specialist-becca

[specialist-becca]

She kissed back, taking up his gentle movements. He was such a romantic, not that she minded at all. If the world ever need proof that killers with hearts of gold she was sitting in it’s lap. she moved from his lips to his jaw kissing a line up to the spot behind his ear, taking the opportunity to purr softly to him. “I'm already in love with you Vash, you don't need to keep worrying about saying the right thing.”    

Her arms tightened around him and she nuzzled into his shoulder. She held him, drinking in his warmth still clinging like he was going to slip through her fingertips again. “Fuck luck…” she stated suddenly, her fingers tightening around his suit. “You earned me… and you deserve this. You don't have to be lonely and miserable all the time. No matter who you’ve lost or what you've done.”

She straddled his hips, pulling back so she could look him in the eyes. “It really doesn't matter if you take me out or not. Dancing the night away or sitting in a ditch pinned down by enemy gunfire. It’s all the same as long as you're doing it with me.” she cupped his cheek in her hand again shaking her head and laughing a bit at how corny she sounded. “I know that sounds like something out of a bad movie but it’s true.”

“I just.. Love you way too fucking much, okay?” Becca’s shoulders slumped and she went back to the desperate clinging that only vaguely soothed the ache in her chest.  She wasn't even sure what she was upset about anymore. “This is all your fault. For being.. So..” she trailed off unable to find words to diagnose why she cared so much. “.. Everything..”  

Old habits die hard (closed rp with specialist-becca)

[specialist-becca]

Ahh~ fair enough, but stress and fright are why you play the thing to start with, no?  Well, besides the story.

I'm rather surprised you of all people enjoy horror games Mathew. You'd probably be more susceptible to them than the average person. You're on edge even when you're not trapped inside a crumbling castle with a vengeful unknowable evil on your tail.     

Ps. Remind me to never leave you around puppies and sharp objects.

Pss. Call me if you have bad dreams because of playing that game.  

Yes, Giant worm are always lovely.~

Good lord I fucking loved Clarence. But yes, it does kill the tension a bit, doesn’t it?

….I don’t mind though, honestly. I prefer not to be put in a constant suspenseful environment, thank you. Causes a  lot of pausing when anything moves.

And I’m not going to lie, I wasn’t sure if Agrippa was going to be trustworthy at first, despite everything. Might have just been a bit of paranoia, though.~

The pickaxe was helpful against the dogs, though.~ Had no problems with them thanks to it.

[specialist-becca]

Personally I think Amnesia would have been improved with some giant fuckoff worms in't. Also I missed the comic relief character, clarence was adorable.

Though comic relief does kill the tension... not that it stopped them from throwing in fucking agrippa near the end of DD to completely kill the sense of loneliness and isolation. I mean yeah, scary taking corpse.. but seriously? We're near the climax and now you shove a bloody sidekick in who cheerly greets you every time you walk in the room.

I'm delving into the darkest part of the human soul here. Do you fucking mind!

that pickaxe was useless as shit though. Especially on the spiders. fucking..   

  I’ve actually had the Penumbra series for a few years— one of my favorite games, too.~ Doesn’t freak me out nearly as much as Amnesia did though.

…Then again, I have played through it quite a few times and I can hit the enemies with a fucking pickaxe, so that might help.

[specialist-becca]

"Funnily enough I'm right in the middle of playing machine for pigs. I won't spoil anything for you Mittens but trust me when I say the monsters won't be your biggest obstacle in the sequel. 

As for Dark Descent im a little bias because I looove cosmic horror. if you get the chance you should check out frictional's other game series penumbra. that one does cosmic horror even better than amnesia. 

Just be prepared for everything to go botty bananas around the third act... it comes with the territory."   

I apologize for my absence for most of the day. I got sucked into playing Amnesia: The Dark Descent once again. Good news, though. I finished the game.

[specialist-becca]

To her surprise the blow actually drew a verbal reaction from her, followed up by a string of cuss words. She pressed her hand to her cheek, it felt hot to the touch but it wouldn't likely bruise. Hurt like a bitch though.

“Fucking... alright, Matt you win. That was pretty good for a kid. Now if only you could use that against our enemies.” She sat back, waiting for the pain to fade.  “We should teach you self defense. You might actually not suck at it.”

  A small grin formed on Matt’s pale face as his specialist spoke. A free shot at someone without any consequences? 

Well, you didn’t have to tell him twice.~

As soon as the offer was out there, he was quick to pull back his fist and slam it as hard as he could into Becca’s cheek. It may not have been the hardest punch in the world, but it still left a wide grin on his face afterwards.

"Oh, that made me feel a little better.~" He replied with a snicker.

[specialist-becca]

The female saint bit her bottom lip, settling down beside him and pulling one of his hands into her lap. She had been thinking in the car about what she wanted to do. It was hard planning a romantic evening after camping out at the hospital for the last few days. She knew it would make her feel better though so she pushed past it.  

“There's a new restaurant that opened on the first floor. One of the conditions of their lease was they would bring food to the penthouse whenever we wanted. I added that to the contract myself.” She let herself have a little chuckle at that. The ex-decker in her still loved to bend the rules in her favor and mess with others.

“I'll give them a call, they have the usual Pub fare. Steaks, roasted chicken, grilled salmon, sandwiches…  and I can get them to bring some beer or wine if you want some before we get into the liquor cabinet.” She fetched the phone while he offered his input and soon enough they had decided on something. Becca thanked the slightly confused busboy on the other end of the line before hanging up.

She looked up at Vash chewing on her lip a moment more before walking over to the switches near the doors to the patio. She flicked the little plastic knobs and the pool outside came alive with passive lavender light.  Food, check.  Ambiance, check.

She floated back over to him, pressing her lips to his forehead briefly. “One last thing. I should probably throw something on so I can match how classy you look right now.” She winked at him and passed the remote to their stereo system. “Also guy that just got blown up gets to pick the music.”

Once in the bedroom she tossed off her usual gang uniform, swapping out her sports bra for a black strapless push-up. She looked herself over in a mirror, her hair was a mess and she hadn't done her make-up that morning. Still, she didn’t want to be away from Vash long enough to fix all of that.

She picked out a dress,  golden yellow fabric with a purple sash around the waist. It had been a while since she had a reason to dress up.  The skirt was long but had a part up the side to show off her legs, and allowed her to run in it if a gunfight ensued.

The final touches were picking out some matching sandals and pulling her hair back into a tight ponytail.  Satisfied for now she stepped back into the living room, sitting back beside her boyfriend.      

Old habits die hard (closed rp with specialist-becca)

[specialist-becca]

She moved to help him get into his seat, making sure he was settled in before walking over to the driver’s side. Still shocked he had relented. She hadn't been there the last time something like this had happened, but she had witnessed his thirst for revenge from the point a view of an enemy. That he was able to separate himself from all that long enough to allow her this… he really did care about her didn't he?

She shut her car door, still feeling completely overwhelmed. Was driving under the influence of a nearly broken heart illegal? It probably should be. Her fingers were shaking around the wheel, making her grip it harder to hold still.

 Music floated over to her from the spot between them, one of his songs. She preferred things with a faster beat, but the longer they spent together he tolerance for slower more thoughtful music had grown into at least acceptance.

“y-you think-?” Becca stuttered, turning to look at him. “You have no idea.. These last few days I couldn't stop thinking about what would have happened if I was there with you. I should have been there!” she took his hand, squeezing hard even though she was trying to be gentle. Her shoulders were shaking a bit from the stress and nerves. Days of bottling in emotions boiling to the surface.

“I know you look after the gang. B-but it’s my job to look after you and when you needed me I wasn't there… I can't ever let that happen again!”

Becca bit down on her lip hard, her head was spinning and she needed to calm down. She took a deep breath, then another. Feeling the knot in her gut unwind slowly but surely.

“I'm sorry Boss.. It’s been a rough few days. She bowed her head, black strands of hair falling in front of her eyes. “T-that sounds lovely…  it really really does.” Another intake of air and she turned the keys in the ignition starting up the car and pulled out of the hospital parking lot.         

Old habits die hard (closed rp with specialist-becca)

[specialist-becca]

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[specialist-becca]

she nodded slowly, a genuine frown coming to her lips. "Aww pet, look on the bright side. it will toughen you up a bit. You can't be good at the physical and digital stuff or it wouldn't be fair to anyone else."

"here" she puffed up her chest and flicked her hair back over her shoulder. "Hit me in the face. one free shot for making fun of you" she leaned forward wondering if he would even take her up on that.   

A low growl built up in Matt’s throat as he rolled his eyes. Sure, he wasn’t the strongest guy in the world, but it’s not as if he wouldn’t do any damage if he hit her.

"Oh, come on." He replied with an unamused face, "I could at least leave a bruise."

Sigh escaping his lips, the teen ran a hand through his black hair. “Just a little bit." He replied, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

[specialist-becca]

Rebecca took her time helping him, making sure not to bump any of the many cuts and bruises. By the time she was fixing his tie around his neck her boss was starting to look like himself again. It eased the sick feeling in her gut, but it was only temporary comfort.  She did his buttons one by one, patting his lapels with her hand.

She looked up, wanting to pull him down and lace her fingers into his hair. To tell him how scared she had been.  That she loved him and didn't know what she would do without him. but.. He was alive, standing right here in front of her. The last few days nothing but a horrible nightmare.    

They walked right passed the nurse. Rebecca gave her an apologetic look. “I already picked up his prescriptions and I'll make sure he doesn't tear any stitches and keep the bandages fresh.” She offered. The other woman still didn't look pleased but she knew better than to stop them.

Leading him towards the front doors she turned back to the matter at hand. “I thought you might want to get right on it so I brought your weapons, they're waiting in the car.” she reached over with her other arm to rub his shoulder. “but boss…There's nothing wrong with taking a few days off after you get blown up. We're going to make this pathetic guttersnipe pay, but it’s not worth it if you get hurt in the process. Kinzie is on it and you know she's one of the best there is.”

“Can't we just go home? Even for a little bit..” she opened his car door for him, taking his hand and holding it tightly.

Old habits die hard (closed rp with specialist-becca)

[specialist-becca]

Becca hurried off to get the requested item, pressing the cold glass into his hand. Waiting till he took a sip before answering his question.

“Pierce is stable. He took most of the grunt of the explosion. A few cracked ribs and a lot of cuts but nothing lasting as long as he’s given time to heal.”

She noted where he was looking as she reached out to turn his head so he was facing her. He was self conscious of his battle scars, no matter how many times she reminded him that she loved how he looked. 

“When you have power, money and fame there will always be someone looking to take it away from you. You know that better than I do.”

She started, making distressed sounding noise as she moved to pull his weight against her. “I feel I should tell you that the doctors recommended you stay here for at least two weeks. I know you're not going to listen to that but I want to tell you at least.  

She let him lean on her and the two of them stood  up. Taking a few slow steps over to the chair where she had left a change of clothes for Vash brought over from the penthouse. “I've got everyone on it. We've got the security footage from every store on the block. No shots of the fucker’s face but that doesn't mean we're out of luck. He fled the city shortly after his failed assassination and Kinzie is getting the flight information on the plane he left on by checking through the backstory of every person living in that time period.there is bound to be a crack in his cover story. She promised she would text me as soon as she had something.”    

Old habits die hard (closed rp with specialist-becca)

[specialist-becca]

"Dunno, I'm rather fond of the hot weather. Beats having to deal with rain every single damn day like it was back in birmingham." she smirked a bit. "Also the view is a lot nicer. At least from where i'm standing."   

Why does it have to be ‘ot? I’m down to my boxers as it is. Bloody fuck I want Fall weather now!!”

[specialist-becca]

"look at it this way. At least you'll always have those shirtless pictures I hacked off Josh's phone for you. No restraining order can take those away." 

  "Unhhh.. If you’re trying to make me feel better, it’s not working."

[specialist-becca]

"Anything that makes you uncomfortable is worth bringing up love... and it wasn't so bad.. you didn't drool over him that much. im sure he thought you were just the coolest."

  "Was it really necessary to bring that up again? No matter…I’m still not too fond of them.”

[specialist-becca]

Just a heads up, I've added extra character information to update Becca for SRIV. You can read about it here but the gist is that Becca is a program in the Steelport simulation formed from matt’s memories.

Unless the RP universe is the one where she’s paired up with Vash. (bossofthethirdstreetsaints) Because her dying in that scenario would just be depressing and the zin have more reason to abduct her if she’s close to the president.   

[specialist-becca]

The female saint shifted, like she sensed something was amiss. Her eyes opened slowly, blinking once than twice as she came back around.

Then the events of last night came to her in a flash and becca nearly fell out of her seat. She turned to face Vash and her mouth dropped open when she saw he was awake again. She got to her feet tripping over her heels to get to him.

What she really wanted to do was throw herself at him, but that would be a very bad idea knowing the shape he was in. she settled with sitting on the bed, taking his hand in both of hers again and fixing him with her worried gaze.

“Boss… h-how are you feeling? Can I get you something?” she intertwined her fingers with his, waiting for a response.

Surgery had gone well, or as well as it could given how much metal they pulled out of her boyfriend. It has been so painful to watch but she couldn't have left him. Hell after this mess she wouldn't let him out of her sight again. Not for anything.     

Old habits die hard (closed rp with specialist-becca)

[specialist-becca]

An emergency tech reached for a needle full of tranquilizers but Becca grabbed his arm before he could get it anywhere near Vash. “Put that away. I can calm him down.”

She pressed her hand to his cheek holding him down with the other arm. “Boss.. it’s alight. Everything is alright.” Her voice cracked a bit, she could feel how much pain he was in. The short movements that started then stopped and the grunts of pain as he tried to shake off the intravenous lines spoke clearly to that.

Pushing back the flood of emotion, she had to mother fucking focus. “We're taking you to the hospital. Pierce is fine too. She pointed over to the other stretcher rattling around in the back of the fast moving ambulance. “it’s not that bad, you just got blown up a little bit.. I just need you to stay still for now. The faster you get better, the faster we can get you back up and shove a knife up the ass of the fucker who did this to you... and Pierce.. ”

She grit her teeth. Glaring towards the driver’s compartment. “How much longer damn it!?” the words barely leaving her mouth before the car gridded to a halt.

The small team of health workers and gang members worked quickly to get both patents out of the vehicle. Pierce was still out cold, but the boss was awake and more than a little unhappy with the restraining straps.  Becca undid them as they wheeled the injured men into the emergency room. Her flaking party of saints held there rifles up, not to threaten but to prove they meant business.

The medical staff were rather shocked by the sudden arrival, but the paramedics who had been traveling with them were able to quickly explain the situation. Becca turned to her backup her tone dead serious. “if anyone tried to separate me from the boss punch them, and if they try again shoot them.”

She held Vash’s hand tightly, a nurse beckoning them forward into the hospital. One half of her team went with Pierce and the other half stayed with her and the boss. Treatment would happen faster if both could be looked at separately. 

Old habits die hard (closed rp with specialist-becca)