#also i just decided to set this pre-killing eve canon for the potential of ravage having to suffer through the show's bullshit
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so this is a birthday present for @numinousbones that also doubles as like. a general... congratulatory thing, i guess, because they’ve gotten through a lot this year and i wanted to do something nice for the end of their semester.
it also happened bc we haven’t rped together in ages now but we HAVE wistfully talked about a few ideas and dynamics and this crossover thing just kinda popped into my head. it will never rival the legendary transformers/grey’s anatomy masterpiece but ENJOY IT ANYWAY
storm... i know life often seems like. A Lot right now for way too many reasons, but i have seen you persevere through so much and i will never stop admiring that about you. right now it might feel like there’s no end in sight but you’re so talented and so smart and so passionate and!! one day that’s all gonna come together and feel less like “persevering” and more like. living the life you deserve. okay this is getting way too sappy but i just felt like maybe you needed some sappy in your life, ANYWAYS. happy birthday!!! <3
Ivan Becke is dead before Villanelle can get to him.
It would actually be kind of cool, if the idea of competition didn’t piss her off so much. His throat has been cut, and the wound is neat and deliberate but a little too broad to be from the kitchen knife on the ground a few feet away.
Is it someone’s deliberate attempt at deception? It might work on a less trained eye, but she muses idly on why the other assassin would need to cover up their method if they were going to let him bleed out anyway.
She pouts down at the pale, lifeless face petulantly. “Look at you. You’re a mess. See what happens when you don’t wait for me?”
As if she’d been planning on leaving him much better off.
Sighing, Villanelle begins to straighten up. Agitation and pent up energy cling to her like static electricity. She hates being denied a kill when she’s already built it up this much, it’s like --
“They told me to leave a mess. I’m usually much cleaner.” A voice Villanelle doesn’t recognize echoes from -- not behind her, but in front of her, and she doesn’t know how she could have missed the figure in the shadows of the apartment, the pair of unnatural red eyes suddenly glowing back at her. “Something about making an impression.”
Villanelle wonders whether this is one of those times - so frequent, in her line of work - when it’s better to shoot first and ask questions later. But what the mysterious assailant just said sinks in, and her curiosity gets the better of her. She straightens fully. “Were you trying to show off for me?” she asks, mockingly flattered.
“...Hardly.” The eerie gaze never leaves her. “Or at least, strictly in the most professional sense.”
The figure ripples into full view, and Villanelle can’t him but start at it -- him? Openly. The other assassin is not a person, but a machine. A robot. He’s more cat-like than anything, although he’s much closer to the size of a car than a cat, and now Villanelle is certain there is no way she could have missed him unless he came equipped with some kind of... invisibility trick.
There are a lot of questions she could ask, right in this moment. A normal person would have probably been sputtering with hundreds of them. But Villanelle knows she would not be the Twelve’s favorite if she was not so extraordinary with things like this: compartmentalizing shock, confusion, fear, no matter how unprecedented.
So what she says instead is, “Wow. Wasn’t sending you kind of overkill?”
The robot-cat-assassin stares at her, unimpressed. “Trust me. He wasn’t my usual variety of target.”
“Wait! Let me guess.” Villanelle hardly lets him finish. “You’re here from the future. Your target was the father of some heroic asshole who’s going to lead a revolution, and you had to come all the way back here to stop him because just killing him as a baby would have been too easy, or something.”
She gets no response this time, but she swears something dubious flickers in the other assassin’s eyes. “Seriously? You really need to be more genre-savvy.”
“Right,” the cat says. “You know, I don’t know how you can be half as effective as I’m told you are. You never seem to shut up.”
“I’m just trying to make conversation! Getting to know the people in your field is always so awkward.” She leans back on her heels, eyeing him speculatively, wondering what might be her best chance at taking him down if he proves to be a threat. She doesn’t have any weapons on her currently that seem as though they’d be remotely effective against a giant metal predator. Perhaps she could try electrocuting him, but that would require some luck and some very quick thinking. “Did the Twelve send you? They’ve really been holding out on me.”
Some kind of bizarre, technological experiment on their part would be... well, maybe not the strangest thing Villanelle has ever heard, but up there. The other option is that someone else sent him, in which case her life is almost definitely in danger. She watches him carefully despite her casual outward demeanor.
“Not exactly.” The cat’s tail flicks slowly to one side, but he has yet to make a hostile move. “But it turns out that my superiors are interested in yours. Insofar as my superiors can be interested in yours.”
“Are they robots too?” Villanelle asks, taking his dig at the Twelve in stride.
He sniffs disdainfully. “We’re not robots. We’re Cybertronians. Aliens, as you would call them.”
“Oh. Okay.” Villanelle guesses that isn’t really much weirder than assassin robots from the future. Or the secret, mechanical army the Twelve had suddenly been building in her head. But a thought suddenly strikes her, and she leans in just a little, quirking a brow. “Are you invading?”
The thought of the Twelve getting wrapped up in something like this is mildly hilarious. Villanelle can’t think of any other reason aliens would take such an immediate interest in them, though.
“It’s more complicated than that,” the cat says impatiently, which Villanelle is pretty sure is just bullshit. He probably just doesn’t want to admit that whatever devious scheme his superiors have conducted has been done a hundred times in science fiction movies before. “We’re in the middle of a war, and we could use your organization’s information, and your resources. And no doubt you could use ours.”
There’s definite disdain dripping from his words, this time. Villanelle can’t help but grin a little. “Oh, you hate this.”
“I’m not particularly fond of working with humans.”
“You’re so much better than us. So much older, so much more technologically advanced... right?”
“Something like that.”
“And yet... you and I do the same work.”
He eyes her coolly for a long moment. “I do mine better.”
Villanelle laughs. She wanted to hate him - she really did - but he’s making it difficult for her. “So why did you do this?” She gestures to the corpse on the floor. “Why bother making an impression on an inferior species?”
Something rumbles in his throat, like a growl. “Your handler seems to think that getting your attention is the only way to keep you manageable.”
Ah. That does sound like something Konstantin would say. But why --
“...And if we’re going to be working together, I had to think of something that wouldn’t necessitate immediately mauling you.”
Just like that, Villanelle’s smile drops. Working together?
“I work alone,” she states with simple finality.
“You think I like it any more than you do?” he snaps irritably. “Orders are orders. I hear you don’t like following them, but if you make this more difficult than it has to be - draw it out, make things complicated - I really will kill you.”
Inwardly, Villanelle seethes, though more of her anger is directed at Konstantin than her new coworker. He knows she doesn’t play well with others. What is he doing? What are the Twelve doing?
“It sounds like you know all about me already,” Villanelle notes with a clear voice and a smile that is now forced. “What about you? Do I even get to know your name?”
He watches her for awhile without answering, and Villanelle suddenly starts to feel that he can see through her. She doesn’t like it. “Ravage,” he says finally.
“Huh. Good name.”
“You may be obnoxious, but I know you’re also talented. For a human.” Ravage gives the half-compliment begrudgingly, seeming to relent a little, and Villanelle can’t help but feel suspicious of that too. “Don’t cause problems, and maybe we’ll even work halfway decently together. Then this will be over more quickly for both of us.”
Villanelle is already thinking of a million and one ways she can cause problems. But she sighs. If nothing else, she’s curious about Ravage, the way he works, the way he kills. Maybe that will keep her entertained, for a little while.
At least until she gets her next chance to complain to Konstantin.
“Okay, partner!” she says at last, deliberately too cheery. “What do you say we get out of here before this body starts to smell?”
“Technically, you all smell,” Ravage tells her. She shoots him an offended look.
“I do not smell. Badly, at least.”
“You’ve sprayed something chemical all over yourself. It almost drowns out the reek of your emotions.”
The idea that he can somehow smell her feelings brings Villanelle up short.
Maybe she’ll start overdoing the perfume, from now on.
“Hey, you’re not going to do that invisibility thing again when we go outside, right?” she asks over her shoulder, heading for the fire escape and already filing away her prickling concerns.
“Yes, actually,” Ravage responds dryly. “Seeing as keeping a low profile would be ideal for both of us.”
“But then it’ll just look like I am talking to myself,” Villanelle complains. “I will look crazy!”
“I don’t think you need my help with that.”
Villanelle laughs again, because he hasn’t seen anything yet. Maybe while she’s trying to learn everything she can from Ravage, she’ll teach him a thing or two as well.
#this turned out more like. introductory than anything but im actually really FEELIN this au so maybe ill write more of it at some point?#what could possibly go wrong with a twelve/decepticon teamup???#also i just decided to set this pre-killing eve canon for the potential of ravage having to suffer through the show's bullshit#hope you have fun reading this storm <3
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