Everyone Wants A Lethal Girlfriend [Apex Legends, Wraith Harem Series]

[ ch 6. anita ]

Lore note - Since we don't have a lot of character backstory or even details of the current state of the Outlands/Frontier-- be prepared for a lot of lore adaptations based on all the Titanfall/Apex research I've been doing!

Trigger warning - Combat, sensory depictions of corpses.

Edit 1 - fixed typos, edited a tiny bit of wording

// central market, Solace mainland

"You have... Strange connections. Some you do not know about."

Bloodhound seemed convinced that I should win the games-- but could anyone truly be that selfless? How could that not be against their own interest? And, perhaps most importantly, what kind of connections could I possibly have to the Apex Games' highest competitors? The sly, blonde and deep eyed raven whisperer disappeared before I could really grasp their words. Now they're stuck in my head.

It's already been two days since our first win. The Apex Games only had one arena, so far at least-- our rounds couldn't always be back-to-back. With no actual death rate, the danger and lure pulled in hundreds of thousands, looking for fame and money. Our only win did allow us to collect a modest sum, at least enough for me to replace my boots.

The market wasn't as spectacular or developed as those on Solace, though the Apex Games attracted merchants of all kinds. The good stuff was high tier but limited, and would only be available in the market's early hours. This made dawn a prime time for browsing, as tables and canopys were being set along the road. The landscape bathed in morning chill and pale sunlight.

I figured getting new gear would be a squad activity, but now I was kind of wishing I didn't invite the boys.

Elliot's groan wasn't with his usual sultry flair-- it began with frusteration before yawning into sleepiness. "It's way too e-earlyyy in the morning for this," the self-proclaimed 'legend' complains, hands clutched behind his head. This time he wasn't in casual wear but his holographic battle suit, which was somewhat a problem. A couple musky guys wave at Elliot with a friendly wink, who he was more than happy to blow a kiss to back.

I roll my eyes while hiding a smirk in my scarf. "I don't know, we're running into a lot of your friends."

"Wha-- oh no," He chuckles, surprised. "I have nooo idea who they are. Just fans, I guess.~"

I pause my step, realizing I wasn't hearing whirling gears anymore. "Wait, where's Pathfinder?"

We look behind us; in a shaded corner, we see the blue lanky robot kneeled down and talking to a young child. I walk quickly towards them, only slightly concerned after remembering Path's last mention of... well, almost killing a father in front of his family. I hear his cheery voice as we approach: "If she is lost, then she is simply not here yet! What did she look like?"

The little girl sniffs. "Curly hair, dark skin, um," she glances around, "I was scared of her at first." The girl notices us listening from behind Path. She blurts, "But she's super nice!!"

I cross my arms. "Path, are we looking for her step sister or something?"

The robot whirls around to us. "Not at all." His pupil discretely glances around us before stepping to us. He says quietly, his monitor showing a small smile, "It is a woman giving the girl many rations of food in trade for spare parts. She hasn't arrived yet." Elliot and I frown at each other. Part of me didn't really want to care-- but another part of me knew I wouldn't walk away.

I look at the scrawny girl, and kneel beside her. I start to feel bad for her-- a little girl trying to survive as much as anyone else. Elliot joins me. "She's just late, right?" I smile to her. "What makes you so worried?"