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"Yeah?" He certainly didn't seem bothered-- But then again, he wasn't the one bleeding for once. "People bleed all th' damn time. That don't look too bad t' me." For a moment, he considered just leaving, breathing out a soft sigh as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"Ugh, a'ight. I ain't no medical professional, but I've done my fair share of bleedin'. Jus' keep some pressure on it for a minute, yeah?” He rolled his shoulders, idly brushing his hair out of his face. "Ya' want me t' call someone, or are ya' good jus' bleedin' out over there? I jus’ had a goddamn shower, so I don’t wanna get my fuckin’ hands dirty.”

The scrap wasn’t exactly stuff of legends; it was a goddamn ambush. They weren’t expecting the Luchadores springing that shit, they were supposed to be allies for pity’s fucking sake. Their only strategy was to scatter, hope they weren’t being chased.

Viv had definitely felt the wound when it was inflicted, but didn’t stop to see the damage until they were practically at the street, leaning against a nearby lamp post when they got a response to their rhetorical statement. “What?” they asked, looking over to meet a face they’ve only seen in briefings.

Fuck.

“Don’t think you have who I need t’call...” they said, tugging off their hoodie - both to use as dressing and to hide the skull on the back - pressing the wadded up fabric against the wound with a sharp groan. “Just watch my back, tell me if you see any masked green assholes incoming?”

#saintslaughter #v; main

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She lets out a quiet huff in frustration. Her lighter is out. Now she looks foolish holding this cigarette. She glances over at herm swallowing down her pride, “ do you have a lighter? “

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Maybe Viv's perception wasn't what it used to be, maybe they were far too lost in thought, but the voice genuinely took them off guard. Wasn’t a far leap to expect they’d have a lighter; Viv had a lit cigarette between their lips. “Yeah,” they said, tugging the black lighter from their pocket, striking the flint before bringing the flame to the end of the other’s cigarette.

#vrbctim #v; main

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SEEKING MUSES FROM WATCHDOGS!

Josh Sauchak
Marcus Holloway
Ray Kenney
Reginald Blechman / Wrench
Sitara Dhawan
&& many more!

Welcome to Tiny Town, Oregon– an interesting town with a misleading name. A home to everyone from the unwitting humans who believe there are no things that go bump in the night to the demon blooded creatures who may see them as a meal. But as unordinary as the population may seem, the townspeople seem happy. Peaceful. Curious. And what is even more curious is the chat app that seems to pop up on half the populations cellphones, allowing them interaction with the most unlikely company. This town only seems to draw in the strangest of sorts. It’s an ever growing town– but the word tiny never was meant to describe the size of the city… There’s a reason for everything– for the application that may have appeared on your phone, for the mysterious area called the Weald, for all the odd things that seem to happen. There’s a reason you came and a reason you don’t want to leave. Everyone has secrets…And in this town, it seems someone is always watching. Don’t bother looking over your shoulder and don’t bother trying to delete Tiny Town Chat. In this town, there’s nothing you can really escape from… but maybe you can try to find some peace.

Tiny Town, Oregon is an 18+ Multifandom Discord Roleplay Server. We are a multifandom modern fantasy group with a growing lore to incorporate humans and heroes, demons and angels, wizards and warlocks, and more!

To learn more, just check out our FULL DOCUMENT with rules / cast / blacklist OR hop into our SERVER WAITING ROOM to start checking out our lore– inclusive of species, laws, and notable NPCs in the world!

SERVER INFO DOC || JOIN (Apply in Server)

#promos #any of y'all kicking around wanna write on some discord shit?

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winter-soldier-asset-bucky:

The kicking was a nuisance and if the asset could have felt annoyed, he would have then. However, emotions were unnecessary and HYDRA had been kind to show him that he did not need such human things. Humans became compromised easily and that caused failure during missions. He was a weapon, a tool for HYDRA, therefore he did not have issues with emotion. Or maybe, just maybe, they had allowed him to keep fear. It was necessary for control. If he did not fear punishment, how could he learn?

Yes, the target was correct. Desperate begging was their only resource now and that would be ineffective against a weapon that had eliminated many, many people. Tapes? What tapes? He could not understand what the target was speaking about. Perhaps they were discussing mission briefings they had received before being captured by HYDRA.

Steve.

Bucky.

Who-?

His mind seemed to go to static for a moment, the world flickering as the target continued to speak. “I am HYDRA’s asset,” he huffed back, voice cracking slightly with something close to desperation. The asset knew the correct words, could remember a being like himself curled on a concrete floor. It was not a man, more like an animal, lost, afraid, beaten and shattered in mind and body. HYDRA had taken that thing and turned it into a useful tool. However, even as he responded, the words were sawdust and ash in his mouth. “…Who is Steve?”

“No! You’re not!!” Viv screamed, thin frame still fighting through the pain and overexertion if it meant a sliver of a chance they’d get free. But, they had to keep fighting, they’d already given into their circumstances once; look where that got them. They had to push through the fear and the pain, had to find more determination in their statements. “Steve-he was your best friend! He mourned you, he still mourns for you!” They remembered asking about Bucky one day after training. Steve didn’t tell them about the fights, but instead about the times before the war. Coney Island, the Stark Expo, the good times. Wait. “Coney Island!” they spat out through ragged breaths. “You went to Coney Island, you pushed him onto a ride and he got sick! Don’t you remember?” Please, please let him remember. “Get me outta here, let him tell you himself!”

#wintersoldierassetbucky #v; assemble!

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Once the shot landed, the asset moved toward his target. He knew that picking them up was a high priority. HYDRA wanted them inside the compound and thus his job was to ensure that happened. Whatever the target felt about this was irrelevant to the mission. All that mattered was his mission. Nothing else. The mission was the asset’s primary thought.

Stepping closer, he watched the target for a moment to ensure that they could not get away easily. Once he was certain of this, he reached down and grabbed them by their uninjured leg, beginning to drag them back farther into the compound. They would be placed in a cell to await punishment for attempting to escape HYDRA.

He paused for half a moment at the words. “Begging is unnecessary. You will be returned regardless.” A question pulled at the asset’s mind. “Why perform an unnecessary action?”

Viv only fought back harder as he grabbed her, trying to kick themselves free with more and more desperation as it became clearer how futile their efforts were. But, they couldn’t give up, not after they’d kicked up all of this commotion. Not if there was the slimmest chance that they could escape. He had the upper hand; he could take the shots, he had control over his emotions, and he had the backup should he need it. Viv was alone, practically crippled, and in emotional overdrive. Unnecessary action? Begging for their life? Unnecessary? “Because it’s all I got left!” they cried out, still furiously trying to tug their leg from his grasp. “This isn’t you, Bucky, this isn’t who I remember seeing in those old tapes! This isn’t the Bucky Steve told us so much about!” It was a desperate ploy, trying to appeal to a humanity that everyone had insisted was dead and gone. As much as he wanted to say he was a weapon, he was still human, there had to still be something buried inside that could hear their cries. “You’re not their weapon! You’re not their plaything! Your name is James Buchanan Barnes!”

#winter-soldier-asset-bucky #v; assemble!

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vrbctim:

He rubs his forehead in mild annoyance. He needs alcohol. He’s too sober for this shit. “ Andy. “ he mutters, giving her a quick handshake. He can still try to be polite, even if this was a sour first meeting

"Pleasure," Viv said, returning the laptop in question to its home on their desk. "So, tell me what you're doing here, where you're going, all that jazz," they said, taking a seat in the nearest chair to them. It wasn’t often the hacker got visitors, and even less often they actually had the time to spend with others in the meatspace. They were unpracticed, but not completely out of their depth.

#vrbctim #v; main

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simping softness prompts.

basically i got shippy and now there's these soft little prompts for romantic, platonic, and yearning situations!! use them at your leisure!

" you're shivering. here, take my jacket. "
" you... sorry, you just got a little something on your face... here, let me get it for you. "
" hey, so... i know you haven't been feeling great, so i picked up a few of your favorite snacks, drinks... "
" you stayed? "
" well, of course i stayed. you're here, where else would i be? "
" oh! i found this in the mall, i figured it might be something you'd like! "
" hey, everything's gonna be fine. stay where you are, i'm on my way. "
" wow... you look... you look amazing. "
" we should grab some coffee together, sometime. "
" holy crap, i thought you were dead! never do that to me again! "
" i made some breakfast, if you're hungry? "
" your hands are freezing! let me warm them up... "
" i knew you wouldn't go to sleep willingly, so i brought you some chamomile tea and a blanket. twenty minutes of shut-eye, okay? "
" it's okay. i promise you, i will be here when you wake up. "
" hey! hey, hey, it's alright! it's okay, my darling/friend/love, i'm here, i've got you... "
" i'll walk you home. "
" you need a lift? "
" i... sometimes, i guess i kinda wish you could see yourself through my eyes. "
" i see you still have my shirt! "
" i got starbucks. this is your favorite, isn't it? "
" you look like you could use a hug. "
" okay, quit it with the drinks. i think that's enough, hmm? i'll cover the tab, but for now, let's get you home... "
" i'm not letting you sleep on the couch. come on. get under the blankets. "
" i mean... i-i'm cool with sharing the bed if you are. "
" you were in a really bad way, i wasn't about to abandon you. "
" hey... you've been crying. "
" don't think i won't carry you if i have to! "
" of course i noticed. i notice everything about you. "
" i knew you wouldn't bring a jacket, so i made sure to color co-ordinate with you so you could wear mine on the way home. "
" please, talk to me... it kills me seeing you like this. "
" i got a reservation at that fancy italian place you like. come on. get ready, we can get there in time if we get dressed now! "
" he/she/they were an idiot. you're amazing, and if they can't see that, that's on them. "
" i'd happily go kick their arse, but i don't think that would help you. "
" you don't owe me anything. "
" i wish i could just freeze time. let this moment be forever. "
" i got you some flowers. but, if you have allergies, i also got fake flowers! just in case. "
" you realise you don't need to ask my permission, don't you? "
" what's mine is yours. always. "
" i don't know precisely what i did to earn your presence in my life, but... i'd do it a thousand times over if i knew what it was. "
" yes, these last few years have been a living hell, but... i'd live them a thousand times over if it meant you being safe and happy. "
" i don't care about everyone else! i care about you, [NAME]!"

#rp meme #ask memes

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winter-soldier-asset-bucky:

The asset was extremely experienced with firearms. He knew when someone intended to pull a trigger and when they did not, could see fear, anger, hesitation, and decisions in the eyes of his targets and allies. This target did not want to die. This was a negotiation tactic and, unfortunately, the asset was not good at such things. He could infiltrate compounds, steal documents, eliminate targets, but was not a negotiator.

Staring back at her, he waited, body tense and ready to strike the moment something in this balance changed. The movement of the gun was all the warning he had and he managed to catch the bullet in his right shoulder. Pain sprang up along with blood, but he paid not attention to it. The pain was not corrective and thus could be ignored.

“You must return,” he countered, gun still drawn as he fired back at her, weapon steady in his metal hand. His shot was not toward anywhere fatal, but her legs in order to incapacitate her.

His aim was truer than theirs was, the bullet hitting just below their knee and pulling a shriek from the hacker as they collapsed to the ground, the gun in their hand clattering to the ground. Viv didn’t have the same pain tolerance as the soldier, the sensations firing across their nerves like fire. While the pain occupied a hefty amount of their attention, the same thought kept spinning through their mind. GET OUT.

Their unharmed leg and arms worked as hard as they could to try and pull themselves further away, breath catching faster and faster as they became more desperate. Knowing full well there was nothing for miles outside of the compound, knowing that their chance of surviving was so much less out there. But, there was a chance. A slim chance they’d be found. Here? No such chance. “Please...” they begged, teary eyes trying to search for some kind of humanity to appeal to. There had to still be someone in there, someone who knew this was all wrong. “Please, let me go...”

#winter-soldier-asset-bucky #v; assemble!#tw #tw: gun violence

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prev. / @n0va-c41ne

Getting a good look at them, oh yeah Jordi could definitely tell this was the one. It always amazed him how some people in this town did the bare minimum to hide themselves. Even these so called “elite hackers” tended to act like they were so far above everything that hiding was pointless. Maybe they were right to an extent, but it just made them bigger targets. And when someone got the upper hand, there was nowhere they could run.

“Oh yes, I am,” his eyes followed as they seemed to reach for something, the motion not escaping him, “Don’t even try it,” a swift motion, he pulled out his own gun and point it at them, “You try anything and it’ll only make things worse for you.”

The determined look in Jordi’s eye was not one easily swayed. He had a job to do and he would do it by any means necessary. The client didn’t care for the outcome, only that they got what they want, what they paid for.

“Catherine Rheeves, huh?” he exhaled a hard laugh, “You know, being in this town, you start to see a lot of sad things in people. But, I think that has to be the saddest attempt to hide, don’t you think, Vivienne? One in your position might think they’d want to hide a bit better than that.”

Jordi shook his head as he stepped closer, though keeping his distance from them, “Oh well, makes my job easier at least. Who am I to complain about an easy pay day?”

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Oh god dammit This had to be fallout from the last job they’d taken and the data load that came with it. Haum had it coming, sure, but anyone could guess that Dedsec wasn’t the only one after a piece of that pie. It could have been anyone trying to make the participants disappear: Blume, Prime_8, any of the other gangs floating around. Damn their carelessness. And secondly, damn Dedsec’s insistence on nonlethality. Sure, it made sense, having the savior of the people exposed as murderers wasn’t going to serve them well in the slightest, but when these things happened (which they did, often), a more permanent solution would have been Viv’s first choice. A slow exhale, and their hand moved away from the gun at their hip and their hands slowly raised up. Fuck, they wouldn’t even be able to call for backup, and avoiding a shot at point blank range unscathed was practically impossible.

“Well congrats, you found me. One thing before I die though, who put you on my tail?” they asked, mind racing as they tried to think of an escape plan. “And how much did they pay you for my head?”

Depending on the amount, they might be able to turn the tables. Make his payday even better and maybe save their ass.

#exploratorymuses #v; dedseconds

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vrbctim:

He scoffs, leg bouncing from the sudden anxiety and frustration. “ no I didn’t crack open your laptop. I got a phone dude I don’t need your laptop “

"Hm." There shouldn't have been any reason to suspect Andy, but old habits died hard. Just to be sure, they pulled the screen up, giving it a quick boot up. Though, seeing that it was still powered off was enough proof. “Okay. Sorry ‘bout that, I’m Viv,” the said, setting their laptop to the side before extending a hand towards him.

#vrbctim #v; undecided

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@vrbctim He holds onto his arm to steady it, giving a tense shrug, " How the f-f-fuck sh-should i know? " He's only been here for twenty minutes and he's being accused to stealing shit? Bullshit.

“Because last I checked, you were the only one in this room when I left?” Viv asked, sliding their laptop off of the table before going to return it to its rightful place at their desk. “You crack it open at all?”

#vrbctim #v: undecided

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“Just don’t make sense...” The hacker thought they were alone in their den, a dark room illuminated by several screens, data flashing almost faster than any human could capture it. Dots that needed to connect, even if Viv couldn’t connect them at that present moment. Things at least needed to be stored. One hit, then another, and another, there had to be something pulling the strings.

The sound of footsteps and a door creaking alerted Viv to another presence, drawing a slow sigh from the hacker as they turned around. “Can I help you with anything?”

#open starter #v; open

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winter-soldier-asset-bucky:

Following the blood trail was simple. The soldier had been on many missions that involved tracking a target and never had they been this simple. However, he also knew he needed exercise caution now that the target was armed. She could attempt to shoot him at any time. If he was injured or eliminated, then the mission would fail. The asset was not permitted to fail missions. He would be punished. Somehow, even in death, he was certain HYDRA would find him, hurt him. A spark of fear went off behind his eyes before they became dead once more. The only thought in his mind was to locate the target and return her to the designated cell so she could begin working.

Rounding a corner, he noticed that the trail stopped. The agent’s boots had been stolen. He quickly concluded that the target had put on the shoes and was still running. Listening for any sound, he heard the faint buzz of a rejection being given. The elevator. Each time he was placed in a new base, he was made to memorize the entire layout in case of an emergency or attack. This was part of those scenarios. Stalking through the halls, he kept his gun close, ready to fire at any second. He moved with perfect stealth, absolutely silent, toward the elevator and soon rounded the corner to see his target standing there.

Normally, he would have fired now. Normally, this would have been an elimination mission. None of this was normal. Targets did not escape. Raising his weapon, he pointed it at her, unconcerned about her pointing the agent’s gun at her own head. The target was correct. His directive was to return her alive. However, his commander had not stated the parameters of life. Removing the gun from her hand was the best course of action and the quickest way to do that would be to shoot her leg and force her down. He was certain he could run closer and kick the other gun away in the time it took her to follow basic instinct and grasp at the resulting wound.

The asset was not used to negotiating with targets. He hardly ever spoke no missions and certainly not to the people he was sent to eliminate. Agents and his commander would arrive soon. “You are not fast enough to fire before your body is injured,” he stated, meaning he could shoot her first and shock her system enough to force her to let her own gun fall. “Another injury would cause pain.” Humans tried to avoid pain as much as possible, he knew that much.

His statement confused her; injury? Worse than this? It wasn’t something she wanted to do, every instinct screaming in her brain to get the barrel away from such a delicate spot. But, this was the only card she had left to play. Finger twitching against the trigger, tugging further away than closer. To a keener eye, it’d be a dead giveaway that this wasn’t something she wanted to see play out. Sure, he’d be punished and the mission would be kaput, but what then for her? Nothing. The tension between the pair could be cut with a knife, eyes locked, neither of them flinching for what felt like ages. However, as if their instincts knew it wasn’t their time yet, Viv pulled the barrel away from her temple, arm outstretched just long enough to fire in the soldier’s general direction. One, twice, hoping to hit something as they slowly backed away. “Just let me go...” Viv pleaded, jaw tight and tears long held back slid down her cheeks. The fear had finally hit her, the gravity of the situation finally sinking in. The danger was real, standing only a few feet from her. And she had nowhere else to run. Was that going to stop her? Absolutely not.

#winter-soldier-asset-bucket #v; assemble!#tw: gun violence #tw: suicide mention

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’ maybe we don’t need to do the invisible present thing ‘
’ you should be knee-deep in shenanigans by now. ‘
‘ i’m too pretty to be here. ‘
‘ i stand out a mile. my handsomeness is making me a target. ‘
‘ we’re your family, too, aren’t we? ‘
‘ his wand is flapping all over the shop. it’s very unbecoming. ‘
‘ no one talks down to me. ‘
‘ i’m more foul than the devil. ‘
‘ when you’ve spent a lifetime fighting demons, you get to learn how to spot an angel . ‘
‘ don’t play a game of remembrance if there’s things you’ve tried to forget. ‘
‘ how dare you speak to your betters like that? ‘
‘ if i steal, i do it because my friends and my family need me to. ‘
‘ you wanna go play at being cops? ‘
‘ if you had a braincell between you, you’d walk away. ’
‘ life isn’t supposed to be painless. ‘
‘ joy and suffering dance together in the long night. ‘
‘ don’t ever hide from them. ‘
‘ i just wanted him to see me. ‘
‘ can i just say, us walking away from peril? such a refreshing change of tact. ‘
‘ when two people work together for so long, a bond forms. ‘
‘ how do i make it… rifle people? ‘
‘ how do you stop loving someone? ‘
‘ i rifled him. ‘
‘ you rifled him real nice. ‘
‘ you know… i was thinking of kissing you.. but now… ‘
‘ well, i suppose i’ll have to kiss you, then. ‘
‘ you’re not my friend. ‘
‘ i’ll you what, next time we’ll time it. no pressure. ‘
‘ are you alright? ‘
‘ i meant it when i said you weren’t on your own. ‘
‘ my problem is i lost the only friends i had. ‘
‘ my problem is that i - i don’t belong anywhere. ‘
‘ so there’s going to be a next time? ‘
‘ i’m too broken to belong. ‘
‘ i’m fine. i.. i just don’t want you to see me like this. ‘
‘ i know bullocks when i hear it. ‘
‘ it’s too easy just to think people are crazy. ‘
‘ ever since you arrived.. i’ve felt less afraid. ‘
‘ what are we gonna do? ‘
‘ i wanted you to be impressed by me. ‘
‘ i wanted you to see me. ‘
‘ as you all know, i’m not much of a fighter. i’m afraid. ‘
‘ you think i am? ‘
‘ promise me you’ll keep each other safe! ‘
‘ looks like some sort of gothic folly. ‘
‘ suppose follies, by their nature, aren’t really for anything. ‘
‘ imagine having so much money you build towers for no reason. ‘
‘ why did you save him and not her? ‘
‘ tell me why you didn’t say my mom! ‘
‘ because i love him! i’ve always loved him! ‘
‘ no, a man like you isn’t capable of love. you’re too cold for it. ‘
‘ we shouldn’t be here, mate. ‘
‘ just don’t make eye contact with anyone. ‘
‘ why would you say that? ‘
‘ i’m here because i like you. ‘
‘ you want to hang around with us, pretend like you’re one of us, whatever. ‘
‘ why would you want me to do that? ‘
‘ there’s more important stuff to deal with than romance bullshit. ‘
‘ ‘cause you’re the type of person who lies. ‘
‘ i don’t let people hurt my friends. ‘
‘ sorry if i made you feel like you weren’t incredible. ‘
‘ how were you to know? ‘
‘ you are incredible. ‘
‘ thought you’d be over the moon, learning that you were right. ‘
‘ there’s more to life than being right. ‘
‘ i’m not sneaking you off the grounds. ‘
‘ i don’t know what it is you’re planning but my involvement ends here. ‘
‘ you know, afterwards we could go on a little walk by river. ‘
‘ when one of us is missing, were crap! ‘
‘ put a shirt on! ‘
‘ tell me you’re not my mate. ‘
‘ you know i can’t say that. ‘
‘ what’s your problem, then? ‘
‘ that’s why you belong to us. ‘
‘ i- i think it was more than fifteen minutes anyway. ‘
‘ no, you listen here, you prick! ‘
‘ this right here is the appropriate reaction to danger. ‘
‘ do you remember that feeling? ‘
‘ do you remember how happy you were? ‘
‘ my archaic italian’s a bit rusty as well, so.. ‘
‘ we’re all waiting for you to come back to us. ‘
‘ we need you to come back ‘cause we love you. ‘
‘ i’ll tell you everything you need to know about [NAME]. ‘
‘ you know when i first asked for you to help, i was apprehensive. ‘
‘ your sister has a gift. ‘
‘ she can see things normal cannot. ‘
‘ can i help you with something? ‘
‘ well, you thought wrong. ‘
‘ tell me or you’ll never see any of us again. ‘
‘ he knows more than what he’s telling us, much more. ‘
‘ i didn’t lie to you about who i was because i wanted to trick you. ‘
‘ what the hell have you got us involved in? ‘
‘ people are getting strange powers. ‘
‘ so long as we can fight, we fight. ‘
‘ darkness has entered this city. ‘
‘ you know of nothing what it is to be afraid. ‘
‘ don’t go far. this is just the beginning. ‘

#ask memes

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San Francisco was a hot spot. A literal hot spot, it seemed like the sun never stopped shining there for more than a few moments. What was it that was so attractive to people about California? Was there some innate sense of manifest destiny in these young people even in the 21st century? It seemed unlikely, but what was clear for sure was that rich kids really tried to fool themselves thinking they’re “someone” by living in what is probably a literal hell on earth.

Jordi scoffed at the thought. What did it matter? They’d all waste their lives away in no time anyway. Waste it, or at least blow their money on something stupid. Young people were good at that. He watched another pair walk past the alley, not even paying him any mind as he sat behind the wheel of his car. They were talking, he could hear them. Excited about something, showing it off on their phones.

“Nope, it’s not you,” Whoever this girl was– kid he should say, recalling the details of their file– he figured she would likely stick out enough to him. All these hackers around this town were the same, it wasn’t the same as it was in Chicago. Technology grew more and more all the time. Annoying, as the CtOS cameras continued to glance his way now and then, “Not here, not now, not ever.”

He started the car again. moving it to a more secluded location, something that wasn’t stared at by the cameras. God was there anywhere in this city they weren’t looking? Once Jordi felt more out of sight, he checked his gun was loaded and left the car to just walk. The ones who hired him had been specific about what they wanted from the target. She knew something she shouldn’t. Jordi just had to get it, or kill them. Easy. Idly, he pulled his leather gloves out, pulling them on one at a time. Slow, methodic, as his eyes scanned the area. Keeping behind the cars on the side of the street, he spotted them.

A smile pulled at his lips a bit, “Well well, there you are,” he hummed to himself, moving closer to her.

n0va-c41ne

As far as gig with long term potential went, Dedsec hadn’t proven itself to be too bad. While sometimes Viv had a feeling members didn’t quite grasp exactly how illegal some of their methods were, it was for a good cause. Fighting the good fight, keeping the Silicon Valley Elite from using an unsuspecting populace as commodities. Viv had gotten their hands much dirtier for much less virtuous purposes, why not use those skills for some good? The backdrop of the fight couldn’t have been prettier, couldn’t have been more misleading. Behind all of those gorgeous sunsets, the architecture, nonstop parties keeping the masses distracted, the most approachable kinds of evil worked right in front of their faces and no one could focus long enough to give a shit. The things those companies were plotting stood as milestones to change that spanned so much further than San Francisco, change that could ruin people without them ever realizing what caused their demise. It was an evening like most others for the blue-haired hacker, phone in hand and eyes hidden behind sunglasses as they walked facing the sunset, aiming to find somewhere a bit more conspicuous to see if anyone could use a helping hand on a job if not a job that needed capable hands to begin with. They’d landed at a spot by the docks, tucked in a shady corner of a building, thinking they were alone. For a moment, they were, until they heard a voice cut through the muffled ambience. A man they’d never seen before, donning leather gloves despite this heat. “You looking for someone, mister?” Viv asked, tucking their phone away as slowly as they could, their free hand moving to their hip, thumb hooking around the loop holding their sidearm in place. Sure, Dedsec prided themselves on being nonviolent, but old habits died hard. Particularly when the opposition didn’t share that same nonviolent philosophy.

#fleetingmuses #v: dedseconds #no worries my guy sorry the reply took so long >.<

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promptfairy

❥ 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 [ 𝐀 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 ] .

designed for muses with a bit of unresolved tension between them , but can be used for any circumstances you see fit !!

♡ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : add ‘ + 🔁 ’ to reverse the roles .

📖 : my muse discovers your muse reading a diary entry that my muse wrote about yours .
💅 : your muse paints my muse’s nails .
🚿 : my muse accidentally moans while your muse washes their hair .
👕 : your muse helps my muse get dressed after my muse sustains an injury or illness .
🛏️ : our muses are forced by circumstance to share a bed for the night .
🧼 : your muse bathes mine after my muse sustains an injury or illness .
🙏 : our muses’ hands brush as they walk side by side .
💢 : your muse picks mine up & carries them over their shoulder .
👁️ : your muse is watching mine sleep , when my muse suddenly wakes up & catches them .
🚬 : my muse steals a cigarette ( or lollipop ) from your muse & puts it in their mouth .
🎐 : our muses slow dance together .
🧦 : your muse walks in on my muse changing clothes .
🎀 : your muse brushes my muse’s hair .
💍 : our muses are mistaken for a couple by someone else .
👔 : your muse notices that my muse’s shirt is open & goes to ‘ fix it ’ .
👗 : my muse sees yours all dressed up .
🪑 : my muse is ‘ forced ’ to sit on your muse’s lap ( due to a lack of chairs , faulty seatbelt , etc . )
🍆 : your muse makes a suggestive joke but my muse actually acts on it .

#ask meme

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warpstrikeassassin

warpstrikeassassin:

@n0va-c41ne Who was this guard? He’d never seen her before nor was she one of the ones who was usually sent whenever he did something to piss everyone off. Though some of the guards were so kind to him, they had become more linient to his request and actually allowed him to bring his friend over so they probably brought someone else who was more strict.

The prince’s gaze never left the phone aside to reach over to open his drink and take a quick sip before setting it back down. Her voice reached his ears pulling his attention from the screen over to where she stood.“You sure? I could order somethin if you want?” He offered before turning his attention back to the small device, her inquiry on what he had done earned a shrug as he sat up right and looked over toward her. “Ignis doesn’t like it when I go running off to places unsupervised and Gladio hates it when I skip out on training just to do so. They told the king, he gave them the right to ground me to my room all day. And I guess they sent you here to be sure of that right?” Noctis asked though he knew the answer to that and laid out across the couch and resting his head on the arm rest.

“I ate before coming, thanks. I’ll let you know if that changes,” Viv said with a small nod, stance relaxing a bit. While a prince, he still acted like a rebellious kid. Someone she understood. Somewhat, at least. Rebelling for a prince and for an apprentice were two different strands of the same head of hair, Viv figured. “Easier to keep track of you when you can’t move, right?” Viv asked. While she understood the need to break out of a rut, Noct was a high value target to anyone looking for make a good ransom, or who had a vendetta against the crown. At his question, she gave a small nod. “Yeah, orders were to guard the prince. Should’ve been able to figure it wasn’t anything too intense if Cor sent me alone, but he did have that look like he’s up to somethin’ when he passed along the order.” It certainly wasn’t for a lack of assignments this one landed in Viv’s lap. Maybe it had to do with that scuffle in training yesterday. “Kinda makes me think I’m not the first guard in this position. Where’d you go to piss em off so much?”

#warpstrikeassassin #v; nocked and ready