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✖ semi-private rp blog for a gravity conduit of the infamous fandom. ✖ crossover and genderbend friendly. ✖ 15 years of rping experience. ✖ skype given to mutual followers. ✖ styles range from one-liners, multiple paragraphs, and novellas. ✖ icons used, but you don’t have to. ✖ multi-verse and multi-ship w/ chemistry.

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arachnotrons:

Nothing is true, Everything is Connected.

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ignisxphoenix:

   The younger male didn’t like to use that word, ‘bioterrorist’ had been a frabrication made by the media to alarm the population. Nobody would trust a conduit if the word ‘terrorist’ was thrown around, it caused fear and the citizens flocked to the D.U.P’s arms looking for shelter and protection. Delsin had been to several cities and none of them where different from the original one he had come from, Seattle. The officers were scattered pratically everywhere, cameras watching the streets for any suspicious activity, guns ready to fire if someone acted like a threat. He did notice the lights flickering on and off but payed no attention to it, attributing the cause to some sort of electrical issue going on with the lamp-posts. The man’s question only made him raise his eyebrows once more, not understanding the other’s intentions.

   "You’re lucky there’s no tower jamming the signal, the bastards really like to build them around town. What are you doing? Who are you?”

                                                             WHO ARE YOU?

                           He was many  things, but nothing  short of vigilante. This                            kid was definitely new  to Chicago  or  perhaps didn't pay                            much attention  to the media at all... wherever  he took up                            residence in. Fingers played with the fabric of his gloves,                            a sign that he was  hiding something; concealed until he                            can gauge this  person's threat level.  Shaking his head,                            the elder's brows  creased  while pocketing the Profiler.

                                               ❝A jammed signal is nothin', kid.❞

                           Controlling   the   city's   ctOS   was  extremely easy -- if  you                            know  the  right  tricks  and   connections  to   help  you.  The                            D.U.P  had  soldiers in  this city, but that  was it. They knew                            how d a n g e r o u s he was. The  sheer  amount  of power                            he possessed can very well damage  their reputation. Huh:                            there  were  a   couple  of   them   patrolling  the  sidewalks.

                           ❝-- There's  some  over there.❞ He  cocked  his head  in the                            appropriate  direction,  hoping   the  younger  conduit  was  up                            for  some  mischief.  The  traffic lights turned red  all  at  once,                            causing  a build up and  panicking  people.  ❝They're always                            tryin' t'add more, but the city doesn't need more of 'em here.❞

                           The surrounding lights in each building turned off, and  Aiden                            turned to  the  kid. ❝-- Wanna  clean up  the  mess?❞  Pixels                            replaced his hands; one held a baton, the other a gun.  There                            was no need for his Profiler and if the soldiers tried to call for                            back    up,    he    can        always    jam      up      their     signal.

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thropa:

Enjoy the power of connection

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Reggie; I did this. And I gotta fix it.

Independent Delsin Rowe

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Define loss

"Define ______" in my ask to hear how they learned that concept.

                Loss. Isolation. F e a r. Words with the  same meaning                applied  to  the exact  situation.  The very  chill  of these                words   sent   an   unmistakable  feeling   to  his  brain,                but    not    before    hitting   his   heart   like  a   tsunami                ravaging   a   town   port. It was always unexpected and                caught him off guard before he can do A N Y T H I N G.

                         Never was there anything for him to hold onto — g r a s p                         like a boy clutching  the pants of  his mother while they’re                         in a market.  As much as he desperately searched for an                         anchor, the  rust upon its metal deteriorated until nothing                         more                   remained                  than                D U S T.

                                                ❝— She was six years old.❞

                                He wanted to say more, but his  breath was                                blocked  by  a  stone  cold box,  causing his                                breathing to hitch and a  darkening silence                                to    fall      upon      two     wayward      souls.

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Watch Dogs in Real Life (x)

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timetravelingtrickster:

I’m sorry, you must be at least a level 4 friend to unlock my tragic backstory

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⇅ do they look up or down while thinking?

Looking down at/doing anything became a habit Aiden can never erase. It shows that he is closed off from further interaction and/or conversation, but also helps him clear his mind and regain his composure for anything else.

✑ describe something they like without naming it

It is beautiful — dark and deep.

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My ideal body weight is you on top of me.

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                                                                          [  arm yourself ,  ]                                                                            because                                                                                             no                                                                                             one                                                                                              else                                                                            here will                                                                            s a v e  you.

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aiden gets a piercing: aiden pierce

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ignisxphoenix:

   He wasn’t expecting any company, especially not this late at night which was when Delsin usually observed the D.U.P and came up with plans to take them out in the morning. Optics shot towards the older male, squinting lightly because it was hard to see the details of the man’s clothing or even his face. The conduit moved backwards a bit, his own hands spewing out smoke and bright embers. "Don’t try anything.", he spoke out in a serious tone, watching as white and blue danced around the guy’s limbs. "You know the DUPes hate us, we’re ‘bioterrorists’."

                                           ❝-- Y'think I don't know that already?❞

                       BIOTERRORIST. A word spoken in his ears ever  since he was                        five years old. Ireland was no stranger to these super-humans                        and neither was the entire world.  They seemed to congregate                        in the States more than  anywhere -- of course, for this country,                        as the only super power  in existence... like they needed more                        power  to  assert their ego  over  the  world.  At  least the D.U.P                        kept  them in  control. . . but  authority  will  never  be  in control.

                       The streetlights  of  Chicago  began  to  flicker on and off, their                        cause a man with  every  sense of audacity left within him and                        fingers that can  initiate city-wide blackouts in seconds. Green                        eyes met the boy's own; the only sign of facial  movement was                        the quirk of his eyebrows. He already tried everything there is.

                                               ❝I'm already on their most wanted list.❞

                       Both his arms  became pix-elated,  eyes flickered  white, blue,                        green -- repeat. The rapid movement died and the streetlights                        returned to normal, but Aiden already whipped out his Profiler                        and began pushing a few buttons for something much larger.

                                  ❝-- What 'bout you? Ready t'see                                                               Chicago in a l l her glory?❞