forever open rp post (2016 edition)

[hellofoxtrots]

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[egotistics]

Tucker's stupid little sword is such a bad idea right now. There's lots of blue light, but it's not the same as the light from Tucker's sword and Felix keeps his mouth shut about commenting about it, instead pulling a grenade out from his belt.

Tucker tosses concrete into the room, and Felix jumps a little, cursing.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm not practically married to the guy the way you are to Agent Washington. Shit, if I'd put on the guy's old armor you would have been slobbering all over my dick instead of me having to convince you to do it."

Of course, he means Wash's blue and yellow armor. Still, after speaking, he pulls the pin from the grenade and tosses it around the corner, towards the source of Tucker's sword's glow.

[lovernotafighter]

It was the worst idea, but he didn't care. He couldn't care, because he had to do something, and the sword felt fucking good in his hand. Fucking right. This was Star Wars level shit here, and he was a damn Jedi.

But then Felix just had to bring up Wash, didn't he? Something constricted in his chest, and in that moment he saw red. Motherfucker didn't have a right to say his goddamn name after everything he did to them, put them all through. Sure, maybe he was protective over Wash, but that's....that's because they were friends. Teammates. His fucking leader. So yeah. Yeah. It made sense. It wasn't about tha--

"Son-a-bitch."

He heard the grenade drop and he was already running out, trying to avoid it because not everyone had stupid shields. The explosion behind him pushed him forward, sent him rolling, but it was in the open, without somewhere to hide.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Somehow, he had managed to hold onto his sword, his fingers tight around the handle, the blade still on. One hand found the ground as he pushed himself up, trying to roll, to get to his feet, to do anything.

feel free to have tucker get outta this!

[egotistics]

Felix hears the sound of metal armor on metal ground, and he moves forward. Tucker is disoriented, and Felix should kill him, take his gun out and shoot him -

But no. Tucker's been a pain in his side for a long time. And more than that, he has the sword. And if he takes the sword and kills Tucker, then they don't need Doyle's stupid sword. They'll have another usable one right in front of them.

So he's not gonna do it the easy way. He's gonna make him hurt for it.

"Hello, Tucker," Felix says cheerily, just before he pulls out a knife, trying to jam it into Tucker's sword shoulder.