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Fluent Freshman - Part 22

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Y’know how sometimes you have something that you need to do or something that you know is going to happen but you just keep…putting it off? Like you know at some point it is going to happen but you put it off over and over and over and over again? You’re getting increasingly anxious every time you put it off because you know it has to get done but you also know that the longer you wait the worse it is going to get. Finally, FINALLY, the anxiety is just a little too much and you end up having to deal with it.

You finally deal with it and the whole ordeal takes maybe five minutes tops and it was in no way shape or form worth the level of anxiety that you put yourself through. Like you worried about this for a good and long while and it wasn’t even that bad?

That is currently how FF feels about being stabbed by Andrew Minyard.

This is what he was so worried about that he had lost sleep, had nightmares, had lost weight, and had exacerbated his stress ulcers over.

Getting stabbed wasn’t anywhere near as bad as he had thought it was going to be. Maybe it was the fact that it was just a single stab wound instead of the Psycho levels that he had been imagining (Wow, showers were going to be so much less stressful now that he didn’t have to confirm Andrew Minyard’s location before triple checking the lock). Maybe it was the fact that he is PUMPED full of adrenaline from his fights against Jackson and Romero but the stab wound didn’t even really hurt at the moment.

This isn’t even the worse thing that had happened to him this year!

That honor still goes to the joint winners of when his Step Family and mother found out that he had a full-ride to Palmetto and when he had tripped up the same step on the stairs at school three times in a row as people watched and laughed.

(Maybe also the solitary congratulations from his Grandma in regards to his graduation but FF doesn’t let himself think about that, won’t think about it.)

He wouldn’t necessarily call being in a state of ‘stabbed’ a pleasant time but Andrew was being so NICE about it.

“Stop trying to sit up you fucking idiot!” Andrew shouts at him.

Well….Andrew’s version of nice.

(This is the same version of nice that he had misunderstood for months at this point. Maybe FF is just enough in shock from the stab wound in his stomach that he’s starting to grasp the basics in the difficult language of Andrew Minyard’s niceness.)

Andrew had gotten off the phone with 911 and then started pulling off his own jacket before draping it over FF’s upper body, wedging his phone between his shoulder and his ear, and then Andrew started to apply pressure to his stomach wound.

Ow.

That is not a great feeling. This stabbing may eke out past the great triple trip of March 2010.

“No, take back your jacket. You’ll get cold if you don’t have it on.” FF argues because his own jacket is barely doing the job. Maybe it’s the cold pavement of the alley, maybe it’s the blood loss, or maybe it’s the cooling sweat he’d worked up but he is shivering pretty badly.

A thought occurs to him as he feels the weird wet stickiness of his own blood sticking to Nicky’s shirt. “Can you help me get my jacket off?” He asks looking pleadingly at Andrew, “It’s my dad’s. I don’t wanna mess it up with my blood.” He clarifies when Andrew looks at him like he’s a lunatic.

Except his second call must connect right then because Andrew’s answer is non-sensical to what FF had asked, “Neil, let Roland know the police and ambulances are en route.” There’s a brief pause and the pressure against his stomach increases as a muscle in Andrew’s jaw jumps. “Smith got stabbed.” He says and he looks angry, angrier than FF had ever seen Andrew when he’s talking to Captain Neil. There is another pause, more than likely Neil saying something or asking a question, “No, it wasn’t them.” Andrew grits out and the pressure on FF’s stomach hurts, “Just get out here, I need help with smith and making sure these two assholes don’t go anywhere before the police come and grab them.” He says before he pulls one hand away from Smith’s stomach (wow he really is bleeding isn’t he?) to hang up the phone.

Andrew’s gaze turns back to him fully, “You’re not moving an inch Smith, your jacket can be cleaned.” He hisses. “Now stay still and don’t fall asleep.” He orders.

Andrew seems stressed so FF complies. He can’t help but notice how Andrew’s hands seem to be shaking as the press down on his stomach. He kind of wishes he had a pillow or something for his head because he’s starting to feel a little dizzy. Andrew’s jacket would be safer from his blood if it was a pillow instead of a blanket. Still, FF would sooner die than spit on any of Andrew’s current efforts to make him more comfortable.

He looks at the knife sticking out of his stomach. Well, he might die regardless of whether or not he spits on Andrew’s efforts.

He needs to take his mind off this.

“Should we take it out and pretend the Dundee knife stabbed me instead??” FF asks letting his mind go to the first thought in his head so that he could be distracted from his own mortality. “I think it’s still under the dumpster over there.” He moves to point one of his hands towards where the knife had remained throughout this entire ordeal.

Andrew’s knee pinned his arm before he could move it, “Stop moving Smith.” Andrew reminded him before moving his knee. “We have to leave the knife in. You’ll bleed to death otherwise.” Andrew reminds.

“I guess that’s true, so do we just say that Romero got a handle on your knife and stabbed me?” He asks fighting his own shivers since he’s a little worried that any shaking on his part would just make the stab wound worse.

“I stabbed you Smith.” Andrew says looking at him with a furrowed brow.

“Yeah, I know,” FF agrees, “but we’re not going to say THAT to the cops.” He says and shock really is one HELL of a drug because he thinks he might have actually given Andrew Minyard an incredulous look with his atrophied face muscles. It’s either Shock or the knowledge that even if he irritates Andrew, what’s Andrew going to do about it?

STAB HIM?

“You’re going to lie to the cops?” Andrew asks, “I STABBED you Smith.” Andrew repeats.

“Yeah, I know!” FF repeats back, “You stabbed me on ACCIDENT.” FF makes sure to use the same intonation that Andrew had used to emphasize the word Stabbed. “Jackson wanted to stab me on PURPOSE. You saw that knife Andrew.” He tries to gesture towards the knife again but again Andrew’s knee pinned his hand.

He could use his other one but the reminder to stay still is enough.

“I still stabbed you.” Andrew says removing his knee again when it’s clear that FF wasn’t going to try and gesture again.

“Well, if I was going to get stabbed by anyone, I guess I’m glad my first time was with you.” Andrew let’s out a bark of a laugh that sounds more like it was punched out of him than anything, “Honestly, I don’t think Jackson would have given me his jacket afterwards or try and help me keep my blood in my body.” He says and it feels like a victory (not a both hands in the air victory cry level victory but it was close) when Andrew’s face settled into one of faint amusement.

“Probably not.” Andrew agreed, “He doesn’t seem big on Aftercare.” He says.

FF doesn’t know what that means but nods like he does, “So, Romero got a hold of your knife during our tussle and he’s the one who stabbed me. Okay? That’s the story I’m going to stick with no matter who asks me.” He looks Andrew in the eye.

“Alright Smith,” one of Andrew’s hands leaves his stomach and clasps around his shoulder and FF can’t help but notice how neither of Andrew’s hands are shaking anymore. “We can lie to the police.” He squeezes FF’s shoulder.

“Nice.” He says and lets his head fall back onto the concrete. He hears a siren in the distance and hopes it’s coming for him.

They sit in silence for maybe 30 seconds before the door slams open and only Andrew’s hands on his stomach and shoulder keep him from shooting straight up in a panic. Captain Neil seemed to take in the scene at lightning speed but it was Andrew who spoke first, “You left Aaron and Nicky with Roland?” He asks.

“Yeah I did,” Captain Neil confirms and FF can see the moment that his eyes land on the knife handle jutting out of FF’s stomach, “Andrew, what are we going to tell the police?” Captain Neil asks and FF could already see Neil crafting a lie to cover Andrew. That’s one of the things that FF likes about Captain Neil and Andrew’s relationship. He thinks it’s nice that both of them have someone who no matter the circumstances would be there with a shovel to help bury a body. He even thought it was nice when he thought it’d be his body!

“The second guy stabbed me.” The lie comes out smoothly which is good because he is planning on committing to it and Captain Neil blinks and looks at him, “He got hold of Andrew’s knife during the tussle.” He adds.

Captain Neil looks to Andrew, “You said it wasn’t-“

“I guess Smith can lie to a liar.” Andrew interrupts.

Captain Neil’s eyes widen before a wicked grin spread across his face that made FF just a little uncomfortable but only because Andrew’s grip on his shoulder suddenly tightened and his nostrils flared the way they did before the two usually started speaking in Russian.

He can handle being stabbed, he cannot handle being in shock and pretending that he doesn’t know what the two of them are saying to one another.

“Can you tell Nicky I’m sorry I got blood on his clothes?” He asks and both Captain Neil and Andrew’s gaze snap away from eye-fucking each other. He looks down and the clothes are black and they haven’t moved the knife so the wound is plugged still but yeah there’s definitely blood seeping into the shirt, not to mention the hole. “Could you tell him I’m sorry about that?” He asks.

“You are going to tell him yourself Smith.” Andrew hisses, “You are going to be fine. Do you understand me?” He asks before turning to Neil, “Can you bunch your jacket under his legs, it’s better to keep them higher than his head and heart?” He asks.

Aw.

Andrew is just so nice.

He can’t BELIEVE he thought Andrew wanted to hunt him for sport.

He’d apologize for thinking that but he thinks it’d be better to just let that particular misunderstanding go unmentioned.

Captain Neil bunches his jacket up and puts it under FF’s legs before he goes over to check on Romero and Jackson. In the corner of his eye he sees Captain Neil pause at the sight of Romero before moving over to Jackson.

“Why is he in these?!” Neil asks baffled.

“It’s a weird sex alley Captain Neil! I don’t know WHAT to tell you!” Yeah he’s definitely going into shock. The sirens are getting closer though so he’ll probably be okay.

***

The cops all have a bit of a laugh about Jackson’s cuffs until Neil tells them exactly who they are taking into custody. Neil could admit that he’s a little irritated with Andrew that at no point did the man clarify that the people who FF and Andrew were dealing with were Romero and Jackson.

Those are his father’s goons.

“They were here for me.” Neil says to the police officer and Andrew’s hand tightens in his, “They tried to take Smith because he’s my friend.”

They had decided on their story before the cops came. FF had no idea who any of these people were and was just defending himself. He’d gone out to catch his breath in the alley when Jackson had shown up. Neil had asked how in the world FF had handled Jackson on his own but FF must have been getting kind of loopy from blood loss because all he said was, “He told me to sing so I did.”

Neil can find out the full story later.

The important part is.

“Jackson went after Smith but Smith won the fight.” Neil says looking at where the cops are trying to decide how to get the fuzzy pink handcuffs off of Jackson to get him in the far more secure police issued handcuffs.

“Your friend said that you and he took out Romero together. That Romero is the one who stabbed him with your knife.” He says.

“Yes.” Andrew answers simply and Neil squeezes his hand as a reminder, “I went out to grab a smoke and Romero followed after me. Romero got hold of one of my knives in the struggle and stabbed Smith.” Andrew says with his usual deadpan affect.

“Yeah that’s what your friend Smith was saying too.” The officer says. “Well, I’m sure the FBI will want to talk to you all further but for now it’s a pretty clear cut case of self defense and no one but your friend has any serious injuries.” The officer pats Neil on the shoulder and Neil manages not to shirk away from the touch. The officer retracts his hand, “You guys are free to go tonight.” He says and turns back towards the car where a dazed Romero is in the back seat.

“Where did they take Smith?” Andrew asks since they’d been shepherded away from Smith the moment the ambulance had come. They hadn’t been able to ask which hospital Smith was going to be taken to so they could go and get updates.

“Lexington.” The cop answers, “Go on and see your friend. He seemed pretty loopy he kept talking about some beauty contest thing when he was getting loaded into the ambulance. I’m sure he’ll be a riot on painkillers.” The cop goes for a joke but it twists something in Neil’s stomach to think of FF so out of it that he’s talking nonsensically.

He feels Andrew’s hand stiffen in his and knows he’s not alone.

“Thanks.” Neil says before they head towards the front of the club. The club had been emptied out when the cops had come so Roland was babysitting Aaron and Nicky for them while they talked to the cops and FF was loaded out to the hospital.

In a way it’s almost a blessing that Nicky and Aaron are both so blasted that they aren’t comprehending any of what’s going on. They’ll have to drop them off back at the house before they go to the hospital. They’ll beat Wymack there easily even after the interrogation and drop off.

FF had asked them to call Wymack to let him know what was going on “I gave him the rights to make health care decisions for me if I’m incapacitated.” FF had said so Neil texts Wymack the hospital and the address after Andrew rattles it off for him.

“I don’t like that you hid it from me.” Neil says in the car.

“They wanted to kill you.” Andrew won’t apologize.

They still hold hands on the drive back to the Columbia house.

Andrew takes care of getting Aaron into bed while Neil helps Nicky.

Nicky who looks at Neil with a loopy smile and Neil hurts knowing that tomorrow when Nicky finds out about tonight and how he was too blasted to do anything to help FF.

Andrew and Neil reconvene in the Maserati and make their way to the hospital before either of them realize the issue.

“What is the name of the patient you’re looking for an update on?” The receptionist asks.

Both Andrew and Neil freeze.

Fuck.

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The requests to be added to the tag list keep being spread out across a few different areas. If I missed you please just ask again in the replies I promise I just missed you.

As stated before if you’re up here and I spelled it right but you didn’t get a notification there might be something switched around in your settings that won’t let me tag you properly?

[dont-offend-the-bees]

Fuck I hate being an adult. I need a more adult adult to help with the volatile emotional situation.

[everymadara]

Chapter 625

[brittlebutch]

a lot of people seem to use Entry #61 as 'proof' for the crux of the "Brian didn't care about Tim, he was Taking Advantage of Tim's conditions and Forcing him to work as part of totheark" thing, but honestly when you think about it there's no possible way Brian could have possibly orchestrated that series of events, like you almost have to interpret that as a baffling group of coincidences

[spandexinspace]

Lyle and Querl being asked at their obviously Terran wedding if they'll be having a Coluan ceremony too and just going "Oh no the courthouse said they didn't have nearly enough papers we could sign"

[nakuzendara]

You know when your comfort oc goes through a lot of trauma and the only way they can cope is with strong shots of whisky; their eyes entranced by the ice happily burning in the bottom of the glass, and cold droplets oozing out of the rim like golden honey?

...Man, this story has completely engulfed me and it's starting to spew out of my head like a volcano😔

[transingthoseformers]

https://www.tumblr.com/transingthoseformers/746480437445246976/do-you-know-which-character-im-now-thinking-about?source=share

you have my attention 👀

YES I GET TO TALK ABOUT THE TFP AU MORE

So, tfp au Pharma's a bucket of angst and a half because in the tfp au, the virus didn't work. Nobody came to Delphi's aid. Eeeeveryone on Messatine that wasn't Pharma or a DJD member died, and Pharma somehowed his way off world only to end back up on earth eventually. Where Pharma went, an enamored Tarn followed. And where Tarn went the DJD went.

Now, in the main timeline, Tarn is dead now. It's a whole thing. Now, Pharma is a medic physically with the tfp au autobots n working with Ratchet and Knockout for both factions' benefits because God there are a lot of wholesome aspects to the tfp au that I implore you read @ivycorp 's fics of it. I love this au dearly

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

i feel like i should start making more of an effort, when i talk about something in a piece of media being Upsetting to me, to distinguish between 'cathartic' upsetting and 'gave me psychic damage' upsetting. sometimes i mean OUGH OW MY FEELINGS THIS FUCKS ME UP IN A MEANINGFUL AND RESONANT WAY, MY LIFE IS ENRICHED FOR BECOMING AWARE OF IT and sometimes i mean that it is genuinely distressing and i want to shake the creators and ask what the fuck they were thinking

[3amsnek]

finally freeing this guy from the drafts pit

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reblogs >> likes!!!

[thebumblecee]

I see a lot of critique for 9-1-1 and 9-1-1 Lone Star that is either “this is so unrealistic” or “this happened in XYZ show” well I get to be the nerd that tells you a lot of what happens in the show is based on real life events and fictionalised (like a lot of shows). So the same storylines come up again and again.

This nerd is going to make a list because real life really is stranger than fiction.

Lonestar

Things that actually happened in real life plus their Lonestar episode:

(Some of these are on IMDB so I’m using the direct quotes)

01x01 - Pilot: A manure factory fire that kills the original 126

Real life: The opening incident at the agricultural-products facility is based on the real-life ammonium nitrate explosion at West Fertilizer Company in West, TX, on April 17, 2013. Fifteen people died in the fire and explosion, including ten firefighters from the West Fire Department. (IMDb)

01x02 - Yee Haw: a man poisons sandwiches with mercury.

Real life:

01x03 - Texas Proud: someone gets trapped in a grain silo, sucking them down.

Real life:

01x04 - Act Of God: tornados in Texas

Real life: The tornadoes are based on the 1997 Central Texas tornado outbreak that occurred on 27 May 1997 that resulted in 27 fatalities around Central Texas. (IMDb)

01x05 - Studs - fire in a bull semen factory

Real life: The explosion at the bull factory was inspired by a real-life event in Victoria, Australia. (IMDb)

01x 06 - Friends Like These - a dog alerts the 126 of its owners farm accident

Real life:

01 x 07 - Bum Steer - runaway bull causes havoc in a car dealership

Real life: (happened in Scotland lmao)

01 x08 - Monster Inside - a rattlesnake infestation in the basement of a house. The dementia storyline was too sad I’m not researching it. Son refuses to accept his mother has passed.

Real life: this one is self-explanatory and there was too many examples and now I’m getting adverts for anti snake traps. America you scare me. (Although I’m reading texas houses don’t have basements the more you know). The last one is a common motif in shows this Criminal Minds episode did it too and so did the film Psycho.

01 x 09 - Awakening - gender reveal party goes horribly wrong plus a caving disaster.

Real life: here is an article about gender reveal party accidents and here is the wiki about John Edward Jones’ tragic death in Nutty Putty Cave

01 x 10 - Austin, We Have A Problem - solar storm fries the electricals

Real life: In the year 1989 in Quebec, Canada, waves of energy called a coronal mass ejection or CME wreaked havoc on the power grid for 12 hours. These CME's are the result of an explosion on the surface of the sun which has released powerful bursts of electromagnetic energy into the solar system. (IMDb)

Season 2

[ghosts-of-love]

not to be mentally ill but today when i went for a walk in a nature reserve i was climbing a hill and it was cold but so so sunny and everything looked beautiful and i saw so many cool things and i stood there and was like damn what's this feeling in my chest and why am i smiling so much?? my guy,, it's called fucking happiness. i was just present and content in the moment and couldn't contain myself so kept doing the silly arm shake thing i do and grinning at everything and then was like woah what's this feeling. fuckin, happiness dude.

[youraveragecatastrophe]

First rule of computer safety : don't plug random flash drives into your computer

Second rule of computer safety : don't use your pets or loved ones' names or birthdays as passwords

this is a 0/2 for Chief! Someone send her to computer safety classes

[abyssalpriest]

Actually, have this comment on the godhood document

From Lev, original post:

What you need to know is this: The common denominator in magic, incarnation, and godhood is all about types of body creation in order to influence the part of reality you want to influence, creating a body of that type (or nearest to it as you can) to play with it. Magic - or the Priest's understanding of what is classed under that word - is very relevant and begins to explain what a god does and is, which is basically a constantly sustained and expansive set of spells or what is tapped into when doing spells that reaches out into reality.

(...) to consciously go and interact with something distant to you whether physically distant or conceptually, you need to take up a form that interacts more strongly with your intended target.(C1)

Comment from today:

D: Question. This kinda implies moving outwards right, bodies to bodies to bodies as you implied in the whole magic being about finer and finer bodies until dissipation. What's stopping incarnation of... we'll say sort of stitching yourself from one part of manifested existence/Reality to another - what's the efficiency of creating body chains rather than creating just two bodies?

L: You need to look at why consciousness incarnates in the first place. Take your plane for existence. Physical bodies require constant sustenance to move, right? Yet it's so much more efficient and costs less energy to navigate, change, manipulate, so on this plane than trying to do so from "behind the veil" so-to-speak.

You have to understand that Matter is a state of the world's being, Matter affects Matter more strongly than Consciousness does, and vice versa. Think of it sort of like... loading a game and keeping files loaded rather than trying to load and put back data every single millisecond of a simulated game. Matter is memory, is Consciousness solidified, it sort of references and is the references for all the things Consciousness is the on-the-fly equivalent of, it lowers the processing power of God needed to sustain and change reality. If you wanted to alter a document, would you type it out from scratch every time? Or would you simply save a copy - even many copies - of the document and alter that instead?

Having many copies of the same thing seems like it wastes more processing power than typing it from scratch each time, but really, no. It is far easier to incarnate into a physical body than to, at each and every moment, be pushing things "through the veil" to kick a ball down the street. An immense amount of energy would be used... But take advantage of the saving and memory and data collections in the world? Efficiency, wouldn't you say?

[mayashesfly]

Currently making a rain code oc

I made a lot of design iterations and I'm still not sure of their outside clothes, but I'm pretty satisfied with their indoor clothes for now.

I usually don't take character design, especially when it comes to clothing, seriously so I'm pretty happy with what I've come up with! There are so many designs I tried out...

Lots of Infomation About Them Under The Cut

Name: Ashen Dawnbreaker Forte: Digitalized History Age: 19 Birthday: June 22 Blood Type: -O Gender: Non-binary Pronouns: They/Them Sexuality: Bisexual Demiromantic Height: 160cm Weight: 65kg Likes: Coffee, Reading Fiction Dislikes: Raining when Outside, Hot Weather Love Languages: Quality Time, Acts of Service, Giving Gifts

Ashen Dawnbreaker

A Master Detective send to Kanai Ward to solve Kanai Ward's Ultimate Secret. Currently, they are living in the Sun & Moon Hotel and work for the Nocturnal Detective Agency with the rest of the Master Detectives dispatched to Kanai Ward and survived the Massacre.

Usually quiet and reserved, they don't seek out mysteries to solve unlike other detectives. Opting to rather chill in the Agency with Vivia and Yakou and read things on their phone. (Which they thankfully were able to smuggle inside of Kanai Ward under the Peackeepers' noses along with gel pepper spray)

With an effective Forte like theirs, they're not too keen on doing actual detective work. Using their Forte to solve the case once they have taken a picture of the crime scene and know the time of death of the victim. They don't see the point of trying when their Forte would just do all the work.

Frankly, it makes them feel like they don't actually deserve to be called a Master Detective despite being one unlike the other Master Detectives.

They are a bit of foodie however. Buying snacks and bringing it to the Agency when needed. And even trying their hands on cooking for the Agency despite not being a great cook. (It's not the best ever food, but it's delicious and edible even if it does need a bit of rice to counteract the heavy flavors. But it's certainly better than whatever Yuma makes)

...weirdly enough... they don't touch any of the meat buns for some reason.... Never having once taken the duty to buy Yakou his meat buns.

Also, they're Autistic. Which is a very big part of their character.

Digitalized History

A Forte that allows the User to see the past movements of living beings in a set area that has been digitally photographed in a limited amount of time.

They can see the silhouettes of living beings as they move around, however they are unable to see their identity. And objects not captured in the digital photograph won't appear when they use their Forte. Making them unable to see any objects that were moving or being used during that time.

Currently, they use their phone to capture pictures of locations in Kanai Ward for later use. Changing the time and date, and setting a timer on their phone before they use their Forte to give them focus.

Without their phone, their innate ability to see the past movements of living beings won't be as effective as a Forte. Being too unfocused to focus on a specific time and location to use.

The current limit of their Forte usage is 30 minutes.

Overuse of their Forte gives them headaches and light sensitivity.

LOADING SCREEN TRIVIA

Ashen's Lollipop The only lollipop they buy from is a specific brand, chocolate milk and strawberry milk being their favorite flavors. They loathe other lollipop brands and never try them.

Ashen's Coffee Despite not needing coffee daily to function, they're very particular with how they make their coffee. Especially the temperature. So they don't trust others to make their coffee for them. Messing up their coffee when they decide to indulge is a surefire way to annoy them.

Ashen's Meals Homecooked meals is a very important thing for them. So despite not being the best cook, they make their own meals when they have the energy and time instead of going to a restaurant. It reminds them of home, and sharing their meals with the Nocturnal Detective Agency is another added bonus.

Ashen's Phone The notes app is filled with writings about past conversations they had with the rest of the Agency. They like reading back on it sometimes.

Ashen's Hair Their natural hair color is violet. However, they dyed their hair black to blend more with the crowd. At least, that's what they tell to others. The underside of their hair isn't dyed, showing the beautiful natural color of their hair.

Ashen's Photos Before they found out about their Forte, they loved taking pictures of nature and the scenery. Especially the sunset sky. However, they're uncomfortable with taking pictures of other people and buildings. They never knew why until they found out about their Forte.

[avaforgrave]

ꗃ         𝙇𝙊𝘼𝘿𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙄𝙉𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉      [ … ]      𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗗 𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 : Parece que a população aumentou com a presença de AVA “GENESIS” FORGRAVE. Direto das entranhas cibernéticas de Requiem City, ela é parecida com um CIBORGUE e possui TRINTA E CINCO anos, mas é mais conhecida por LUTADORA E TRAFICANTE DE ARMAS. Vale ressaltar que ela se RECUSA a participar dos desafios, fazendo parte da SHADOW ENCLAVE e correm boatos de que pertence a NEXUS ASCENDANCE, algo esperado considerando a reputação marcada por ser INCONSEQUENTE, embora também seja INTRÉPIDA. A cidade lhe deseja boa sorte e espera que sua vida seja um sucesso, ou não!

wanted ❯ development ❯ musings ・

ꗃ .              HEADCANONS      :

─    Assim como uma grande parcela da população selecionada para integrar Requiem City, Ava não é oriunda de um lar abastado como aqueles que controlam a cidade e seu destino. Financeiramente desfavorecidos, os membros da família Forgrave lutaram por sobrevivência durante décadas, aprendendo sobre as injustiças e dificuldades da vida durante todo esse período, assim como as estratégias necessárias para manterem-se de pé. Entretanto, apesar de todo o esforço, foi em meio à decadência de Rust Borough que o casal responsável por liderar essa resistência encontrou seu tão merecido descanso eterno.

─    Ao lado apenas de seu irmão mais velho, Wayne, a batalha dela persistiu, rendendo aos dois a pequena ascensão até Shadow Enclave, o lugar que rapidamente os acolheu como parte do grupo degenerado de residentes. O contato com a comunidade resistente ao sistema de pontuação não evitou que o rapaz fosse designado a um desafio, que colocou diante dele um brutal confronto físico contra um androide, que culminou em seu falecimento precoce. Essa perda destrutiva alterou para sempre o curso da vida de Ava que, desde então, se recusa a ter o mesmo fim que o irmão.

─    Durante longos meses, ela se viu completamente sem rumo, apenas encontrando um escape provisório para toda sua dor em um clube de luta clandestino. Como lutadora, podia fisicamente externalizar o sentimento de luto que nunca a abandonava. Seus confrontos eram sempre viscerais, bárbaros e lucrativos, chamando a atenção de diversos apostadores que acreditavam no talento por trás de seu olhar sem vida. Foi um destes confrontos, porém, que lhe rendeu o braço direito, irreversivelmente ferido por um competidor que adentrou o ringue munido de uma arma escondida. 

─    Após o incidente, Ava foi resgatada por um grupo, que ofereceu a ela todo o suporte necessário para se restabelecer. Sem correr qualquer risco de vida, recebeu uma prótese mecânica como substituição para o membro perdido, que concede a ela uma força sobre-humana. Logo viria a descobrir que todo o apoio recebido não era em vão, mas a introdução e o convite uma comunidade formada por rebeldes que se opunham contra o sistema e trabalhavam arduamente para derrubá-lo. Por uma felicidade do destino, o contato com um de seus recrutadores que frequentava o local em busca de novos aliados,  durante as noites de combate dentro do clube da luta, foi o diferencial em seu alistamento.

─    Alguns anos se passaram desde então e hoje Forgrave atua como parte da Nexus Ascendance, tendo o Sombra como uma figura de inspiração. Infiltrou-se no submundo do tráfico, encontrando lá sua principal fonte de renda, trabalhando como traficante de armas. Em paralelo, mantém a atividade como lutadora, agora assumindo suas características como ciborgue e aplicando suas habilidades nas lutas virtuais. Seu principal objetivo de vida segue sendo destruir por completo o sistema que injustamente acabou com a vida de seu irmão, assim libertando aqueles que sucumbem a ele, e não hesitaria diante de uma oportunidade de vingar-se pelo ocorrido.

ꗃ .              TRIVIA      :

Mantém sua atividade como lutadora no clube de luta clandestino, ainda que sua frequência tenha diminuído exponencialmente, pois cada soco recebido ou deferido ajuda a amenizar a dor do luto que ainda carrega consigo.

Costumava ter um gatinho ciborgue que lhe fazia companhia, mas que foi destruído durante uma noite de bebedeira e neurose, na qual Ava se convenceu de que o animal articial estava sendo monitorado pelo governo.

[vixenwescot]

ꗃ         𝙇𝙊𝘼𝘿𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙄𝙉𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉      [ … ]      𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗗 𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 : Parece que a população aumentou com a presença de SELENE “VIXEN” WESCOT . Direto das entranhas cibernéticas de Requiem City, ela é parecida com um HUMANO e possui QUARENTA E CINCO anos, mas é mais conhecida por GESTORA DE PATRIMÔNIO. Vale ressaltar que ela ACEITA a participar dos desafios, fazendo parte da NEON DISTRICT e correm boatos de que pertence a QUANTUM ASSEMBLY, algo esperado considerando a reputação marcada por ser SISTEMÁTICA, embora também seja ANALÍTICA. A cidade lhe deseja boa sorte e espera que sua vida seja um sucesso, ou não!

wanted ❯ development ❯ musings ・

ꗃ .              HEADCANONS      :

─    Descendente de empresários infiltrados na elite de Requiem City, que conquistaram sua ascensão social através de muito trabalho árduo, Selene cresceu rodeada de privilégios, todos tingidos pelo suor e o sangue de inocentes que não contavam com a mesma sorte. Influenciada pela família e pelo ambiente no qual estava inserida, desde jovem estudou para tornar-se uma especialista em economia, assim suprindo a necessidade de profissionais qualificados e confiáveis na área. No início de sua trajetória, iludia-se com as promessas que lhe eram feitas, assim como a realidade ilusoriamente bela que agraciava apenas os mais privilegiados.

─    Graças aos relacionamentos e vínculos firmados durante os anos, consolidou sua carreira como economista, atuando como gestora de patrimônio e ajudando os mais abastados a administrar suas finanças e selecionar seus investimentos. A capacitação e o profissionalismo de Selene concederam a ela o contato direto com algumas das pessoas mais poderosas de Requiem City, assim como suas atividades ilícitas e deploráveis, que deterioraram a percepção ingênua e sonhadora que mantinha do mundo. Acompanhando de perto a perversidade e injustiça que mantinha o controle da cidade nas mãos de distintos tiranos, algo dentro dela pareceu mudar, impossibilitando qualquer passividade diante das atrocidades que presenciava diariamente.

─    Como uma contribuição ativa para os movimentos de resistência que se fortaleciam rapidamente, Selene encontrou a oportunidade de desviar parte irrisória das fortunas dos mais abastados e anonimamente doar a quantia para os grupos que se unificavam em prol de ideais revolucionários, trabalhando diretamente com um hacker, para quem repassa todas as informações e acessos necessários para que essas transferências sejam concluídas de maneira segura. É extremamente metódica com seus cálculos, nunca se atrevendo a dar um passo maior do que suas pernas aguentariam, pois acredita que uma contribuição consciente e regular é muito mais produtiva do que um grande golpe, que certamente custaria a própria vida e daqueles com quem colabora. 

─    Selene mantém uma vida dupla, enfrentando toda a dificuldade que essa nova realidade implica atrelada a ela. Reconhecendo o quão arriscadas são suas atividades paralelas, em público, ela preserva a imagem como grande aliada da elite, se comportando exatamente como desejam e esperam, assim diminuindo as chances de ser flagrada como desertora, pois teme as consequências que essa descoberta desencadearia. Em virtude de sua atuação como investidora anônima e rebelde velada, também pode ser vista andando pelos distritos mais decadentes e abandonados da cidade, sempre trajando disfarces e respondendo pelo alcunha de “Vixen”, assim consolidando sua parceria com alguns membros seletos da resistência, sem deixar sua segurança em segundo lugar.

ꗃ .              TRIVIA      :

Sempre se preparou fisicamente para qualquer Desafio que pudesse surgir em seu caminho, mas apenas após sua ingressão na Quantum Assembly que ela começou a investir seu tempo em um treinamento pesado de auto defesa. Tem habilidade com algumas armas e também apresenta um bom desempenho em confrontos físicos.

Seu apartamento conta com um sistema de segurança de tecnologia avançada, também reforçada pela equipe de segurança do grupo do qual faz parte.