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V ✦ CYBERPUNK 2077
RESIDENCE ✦ Chez Eurodyne, Silverhand, Strife & V
GEMBOND ✦ Sapphire
"This is V. 'pparently 'm busy right now so leave a message."
INFO ✧ PERMISSIONS ✧ KINKLIST
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Johnny might be looking at him with words he can't just think at him, but V can barely see the man's expression anyway. And neither of them have time for it; the hand he's got wrapped around a wrist anchored only temporarily. His other hand reaches out and finds purchase at clothes billowing with water, and slowly he's enacting some kind of reverse climbing by traversing Johnny's back to try reaching his ankles. Fighting what he can't see isn't ideal, but he gets a good enough feel of what's going on.
And he'd have tried ripping off those serpentine vines were it not for the reminder that Johnny can't breathe.
There's nothing graceful about the return journey, hands grabbing only as delicately as the pressure of water makes them. He's rough only in his speed, a fervent mission back up to use one hand to pin Johnny's hair dancing free in the water away from his face, his other gripping firmly at his jaw. One leg twists around Johnny's to keep them connected, to ensure the man's not dragged away without him. The beauty of having abilities that are transferable, he thinks, is that never have they been more fucking beautiful than this moment. The difference between a flame extinguished and a flame sheltered from a storm.
Slotting his mouth against Johnny's would feel more strange, more monumental, if it wasn't for the fact that the moment he does, he shares his ability to breathe underwater. Drowning won't be the end of Johnny, V's sure of that as he is of anything. ]
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Until V's hand grips at his jaw, turning his head at just the right angle to slot their mouths together.
His touch until now had been like little firelights against a canvas of black, just pinpricks that implied something was happening. Small, inconsequential bursts of incomplete syncing via touch. But maybe it's something about the finality of the the kiss, the lingering importance of it, or the vibrant transfer of V's abilities, that gives it the impression of a blaze, eschewing haziness for the sake of stark, somewhat harried, alertness. It bleeds back into him as though he had never left, and Johnny's eyes open wider to see nothing but black. Oxygen floods back even through the water in his lungs, and it grants him the energy and motivation to reach out and grasp for whatever he can hold onto -- a metal hand clenches V's shoulder, the organic one his jawline, thumb pressing against the curve of the bone there to get a sense of just what's happening.
The gem on his chest glows red, ekes crimson past his shirt, giving a single, precious source of light. Only when he can barely make out the planes of V's face does Johnny pull away, his own features etched with a deep frown, the reality of the situation belatedly clearing his head -- his bond with V dousing him with alarm, determination, and most importantly, clarity.]
Fuck!
[-he manages, but the word is lost in the drone of the water, and Johnny kicks at the vines that have all but dragged them under. They're only feet away from the bottom.]
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With Johnny's looming demise staved off, V's chromed up arm does what it does best. Cyber-enhanced fingers enclose around one vine first, pulls hard enough to rip the vine in two, fibers sent lazily in all directions in the water around them. The second vine gets the same treatment, and whether or not there's still plant-based shackles looped around Johnny's ankles, they're no longer attached to anything else.
It'd be a bad idea to hang around, to rely on the swimming ability of a man newly recovered from whatever the fuck had a hold over him. Hand clamping into the back of Johnny's top, V's gembonded affinity with water serves them a second time. They move not so much under their own steam, but instead pushed by the water V can actually control around them like an invisible wave, a white water rapid bundling them unapologetically back towards the shoreline. ]
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And, eventually, out of it.
There’s nothing particularly flattering about Johnny’s state at the shoreline, barely managing a stumble to his feet, walking just far enough to fall back onto his knees, pressed hard into the sand. He isn't starved for oxygen thanks to a Sapphire’s magic, but his body instinctively rejects the notion of water filling up every space in his lungs — knows that it’s wrong, and it needs out.
What follows is a hard, probably painful stint of coughing, ejecting the excess of water and sucking in messy gasps of air. It isn’t the worst he’s ever felt, but it sure as hell isn’t fun. But at least now he’s got enough clearance in his throat to manage a vaguely shaky, if not still incensed, complaint about it:]
Son… of… a bitch. Ugh…
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Sooner they're away from here the better, and it's experience only that has his gaze sweeping out wider, as if he's expecting to see somebody else to walk into the lake to a watery grave. But there's nobody else around that he can see, and Johnny's colorful expletives are good to hear. ]
Gonna get ya some've those floating swimming aids next time.
[ The joke comes from a place of relief, of not wanting to ask the gonk question 'you okay?' because he can imagine how not okay somebody'd be after all that. Stubborn as Johnny can be though, he's determined to get him somewhere that's not the very fucking shoreline that tried to eat him up. ]
Let's delta. Nothin' good here.
[ Which is when he offers a fully flesh hand, just enough in what he figures is Johnny's line of sight to be seen. Whether the man takes him up on the offer or not is another matter, but the point is he's here and he's not leaving until he's sure there's not going to be a repeat. ]
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Think you're real f... real fuh-
[Real funny? Real fuckin' funny? Take your pick. Either way, another round of coughing interrupts whatever bite he wanted to add to his statement, and Johnny just waves him away with a dismissive hand until he catches his breath again, hoping that it gets the point across.]
Fuck you. [There. Said so weakly you can squint and maybe it's closer to a thanks than anything else.] "Let's delta", he says, like I didn't nearly just fucking drown.
[Johnny frowns down at the flowers lining his organic arm, and uses his other to grip the wet blossoms by the fistful and pull. The grimace betrays some kind of pain at the action, but he'll take ripping out unwanted flowers at the bed of his skin, versus sprouting something he sure as hell didn't ask for -- much like finding himself wandering into that cold, dark water, an offense to the very notion of free will.]
Can't give me like five minutes here?
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He doubts they're safe at all.
But eventually all he does is stand up, takes a few steps in front of Johnny and keeps watch. There's something that turns his stomach about Johnny ripping out those plants, even if it's gotta be done. ]
Not the only person who's been here. Others too.
[ He glances over his shoulder briefly to check on Johnny's progress before his optics are back on the water. If it feels like he's playing guard dog it's probably because he is. ]
How'd... what made ya go in there? ...coulda drowned.
[ If Johnny's listening, he might be able to pick out the tone even with V faced away and out towards the water. It's preoccupied, like V's brain might be playing him a montage of what things might've been like if he hadn't been here. And then the shake of his head like he's trying to jostle that tragedy away. ]
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He shakes out his arm, looking discontent.]
Heard something calling. Like I had to figure out what it was — couldn’t think of anything else. Sure these flowers had somethin’ to do with it.
[He’s still drenched, of course. Johnny doesn’t have a Sapphire’s tendency to make water slick off of him like it was nothing, instead dealing with his hair plastered to the sides of his face and thus pushing strands out of his eyes.]
This damn place... One minute it’s all festivals and flowers, then it’s what? Mind control and people drowning at the bottom of a lake? Can’t trust a single thing, can’t let your guard down for a minute. Serves as a—
[He pushes himself defiantly to his feet, wobbling only just a little. Cynicism mode running at 110%.]
—stark fuckin’ reminder.
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Those red welts look angry and while that might suit Johnny's understandable disposition right now, V's got the ability to heal them. He's got enough left in the tank to help Johnny out with them, either way. ]
Fucked up it took this long for those disappearances to get looked into.
[ Admittedly, authorities that don't give a fuck about the everyday person isn't anything new. He knows how that song goes. But like Johnny said, it's a stark reminder that not everything's peachy. ]
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[Not surprising at all. Some things are universal, authorities dragging their feet when it comes to nameless gonks getting dragged into the water to die. Johnny’s own biases are ringing loud in his head, twisting everything into pessimism, but he’s 100 percent certain that if some big-wig with bottomless pockets had taken the plunge, something might’ve been done about it a lot sooner.
Instead, they got gembonded here to deal with the mess. V’s probably not the first to have dove in and rescued some guy with their magic, and isn’t that just peachy? That they get to do the saving again. Feels a little like being used, if you asked him.
Johnny pushes V’s hand away with his knuckles.]
No, don’t need it. Fine with feelin’ the pain this time.
[A reminder, indeed. Let it leave a mark — he thinks it’s fitting.]
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Gonna feel less bad 'bout edgerunning if this is how this place operates.
[ At least he's got more motivation now to do whatever the fuck he has to in order to keep his people safe. If this place thinks it can fuck with them? He's gonna do something about that. ]
C'mon, sooner we get some place away from open fuckin' water, sooner you can inhale 'n drink yourself level.
'sides, got that fucked up feelin' like I'm empty.
[ Like he's burnt through Manna faster than usual and now he's starting to feel tiredness creep in. ]