#.. also a shut up nav mod

[taldigi]

anyway I think it's an actual crime they cannot kiss in canon

[cervidaedalus]

Back home. Went from the awful texting experience with the Lifeline, to having to contact my friend's mom, explaining why I was afraid of going to the ER, calling the Lifeline to talk to a real person, and then staying over her place and leaving my laptop at home. I feel a bit better, but this is also the first time it's ever been serious enough that I felt I needed to call the lifeline.

And I love (not) seeing people like, um, if he stays here that's making mods uncomfortable. Okay. You're uncomfortable, I almost had to be admitted to the hospital. I -think- there's a bit of a polarity here. The discomfort is about me: -trying to get people to take a case of abuse and stalking by another member of the mod team seriously instead of just constantly dismissing it as not an FC issue -Mentioning my PTSD """as an excuse""" (hi! hello! never say that to a mentally ill or disabled person, there is a difference between explanations and excuses, and I was clearly explaining) -getting upset that it devolved into people "coming out" about things like me "using Ventspace as a personal diary" (that's a horrendously gross take) or being aggressively opinionated which last happened in January and I'd been silently working on it ever since. -??? mentioning we figured out three folks who submitted anonymous feedback, despite the fact that one wasn't me, and I actually tried to shut it down, one was someone who'd just left sending feedback identical to my DMs with her, one was someone who explicitly directed us to their post and I didn't say who it was until that became relevant to address the issue. If there was anything else, I don't know it, but for the love of orb LEARN EMPATHY. If someone is already having a bad time you don't fucking pile on them with "oh by the way we have problems with you actually". Save it. For. A better. Time. That's exactly what made it "dogpiling". CLEARLY this person is already hurting and upset, so why in the FUCK would you choose to make them MORE upset. "It wasn't dogpiling we just have concerns". Sick dude, maybe save it? Because that's EXACTLY what made it dogpiling. Like uh duh it's going to make them more upset and make the whole process harder. All you're doing is antagonizing the person. Big "read the room" vibes. I've blocked two of em. One I feel would be able to come around if talked to. I'd like to know who else voted, some it's more of a "hey realize the nuances here and we can talk" and others it's definitely a "fuck off forever". I was trying to get in contact with people yesterday before all this went down to listen individually, but a couple people I couldn't and wasn't sure if I should try sending a friend request. Also love the line about "you have to make the hard decisions"... To whomever it may concern, I regret to inform you that THAT SHIP HAS FUCKIN' SAILED. Y'all gave me the worst pushback when I tried to come out about this asshole's obsessive smear campaign. You openly LET someone else aggressively antagonize me and curse me out because "let him speak" and then jumped on me for "abusing power" whenever I did anything the other Navs suggested/agreed to, basically "hey Sparrow I know you're hurting but by the way everything you do is malicious and WRONG." Okay, thanks. Also hey hello, I wasn't the one who brought the issue down to the third mod channel. <3 It was actually that jackass who you all openly let harass me. <3 Who also refused my requests to take it to DMs which I was doin (along with spoilers) to not drag more people into an obviously stressful situation. <3 But glad to know that he's allowed in the Discord because I guess his deliberately antagonistic, harassing behaviour was okay but my directly responding to distress by speaking out (and not even cursing anyone but my sole abuser out) was too annoying. An FC that harbors abusers and casts out abuse victims. I will likely see about starting up my own FC since I was a veteran and I hate to toot my own horn, but pillar of the largest FC on Coe until this happened- but I want to think it through and recover a bit more from this. Anyway yeah, I know why abuse and r*pe victims struggle to come out, because the moment people are faced with conflict and might have to critically examine and admit the fact that one of their friends fucked up hardcore, their brains turn into aquarium gravel.

[dix813blog-blog]

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[quillandlantern]

Mercs’ World 3: Preparations

Hey guys, I’m starting a new short story miniseries called Mercs World based of the drawings of Manuel-Augusto-Dischinger Moura. It follows the lives of mercenaries in the year 2049. This is part 3, part 1 can be found here: http://quillandlantern.tumblr.com/post/156634078181/mercs-world

And part 2 can be found here http://quillandlantern.tumblr.com/post/156687287561/mercs-world-2-keep-on-mercn

This story features Voodoo Mistress (XII) Ruin Child (X) Gobo Grim (LXXIV) and Chino (XI)

A strong wind blew in from the gulf, sending leaves and trash tumbling across the road. Chino watched as the tires of his car flattened fastfood cups. The car’s nav system didn’t even bother to avoid them. After making a turn the car slowed to a stop, and a breezy melody played, signaling they’d arrived. Chino, Ruin Child and Gobo stepped out of the car.

“Huh,” Ruin Child said, looking the neighborhood up and down. “It’s those classic shotgun houses.”

“This city is weird,” Gobo said. His stretched his goblin-like, diminutive body and popped his neck. “Never seen such weird buildings,”

“You’ll never find a city like this anywhere else,” Chino said, walking up the sidewalk towards the house. “Isn’t that right Missy?”

“Call me Ruin Child,” the young woman responded. “You don’t know me like that. Also,” She pointed at the back of the car. “I’m not much use without my big-hand,” She referred to the giant prosthesis she normally wore above her shoulders. “Should I get it?”

“No need,” Chino said. “You’ve still got more mods in you then most people around here,”

Ruin Child shared a look with Gobo, who simply shrugged. Together the trio approached the front door and stood on a weathered-looking porch with peeled paint.

“You sent her a message, right?” Gobo said, scratching his ass. “She knows we’re here?”

“Course I sent her a message,”

<do you have a better salespitch for her than you did me> Ruin Child messaged both of them. <cause i should have never gotten in your car>

“But you did,” Chino said outloud. He gave her a smile. “And I think you’ll find this type of work is what you’ve been waiting for all your life,”

They were interrupted by the front door opening. A boy, no more than twelve, peered out at them. He held a gun in one hand and a gaming tablet in the other.

<wat u want> The banner said above his head.

<Voodoo Mistress> Chino messaged him.

The boy stood at the entrance for a moment. His eyes moved, signaling he was doing freeform net-work. He closed his eyes then opened them again.

<come> his banner said.

The trio entered the house. It was dingy, and dark. The shades were closed over all the windows. Cables ran in bundles up and down the walls. Coolant systems bubbled quietly in the corners.

“Typical net-master shit,” Gobo said, taking it all in. “She might be the real deal,”

“Just wait,” Chino said, smirking. “It’s a miracle she hasn’t been recruited yet,”

The boy led them down a flight of stairs to the basement. There were even more cables in the large, concrete room, and a complete absence of windows. Stacks of servers adorned one wall, and other, stranger devices took up the other. In the center was a circle of monitors. A woman, early thirties, leaned back in a comfortable chair. She wore a headset over her eyes and curled her fingers in intricate patterns.

“You think she can hear us?” Gobo said. “Or should we message her?”

“I can hear you,” Came her reply. Her voice was soft, almost a whisper.

“Voodoo Mistress?” Chino asked.

“Yes,”

“Hi, I’m-”

“Chino Two Fangs and The Goblin,” The woman finished for him. Her voice was still soft. “Yes, you sent me your profiles,” Voodoo Mistress’s head tilted slightly. “And you,” Her finger, previously tight against her palm, unfurled to point at Ruin Child. “According to my FRS you’re somebody named Ruin Child. Ah.” She tapped her headset. “A minor-league mod fighter. Are you a groupie of these two? Or maybe a trainee?”

“New recruit,” Ruin Child answered. She peered around at the stacks of servers. “They picked me up in Baton Rouge,”

“I see,”

Voodoo Mistress grew quiet. The only sounds were the whir of coolant fans and the hum of machinery.

“Ahem,” Chino cleared his throat. “I pretty much said my piece in the message I sent last week, and I’m glad you agreed to meet with us. Can I assume you’re interested?”

“Interested,” Voodoo Mistress said, as if she were testing the word. “Hm. Yes. Certainly.”

“It’s not an easy life we live. People will be shooting at you. And not just people. There are monsters on the battlefield,”

“And gods,” Gobo added.

“But with your skillset,” Chino hastened to continue. “We’d be unstoppable. The targeting computers couldn’t track us. And me and Ruin Child would do most of the real fighting,”

“Thanks,” Ruin Child said, her tone conveying the opposite.

“Well what the fuck did you think you’d be doing,” Gobo murmured beside her. “Chino can’t fight everyone, and I’ll be busy blowing shit up.”

“So you’d be hanging back for most of it,” Chino continued. “No real danger. Just supporting us and interfering with systems,”

Voodoo Mistress didn’t respond. Her expression was unreadable behind her headset. Chino and Gobo exchanged a glance.

“So,” Chino said, letting the question hang in the air.

“Did you know that the DOD tried to recruit me last week?” Voodoo Mistress said.

They waited for more. When none came, Gobo arched an eyebrow. “Fascinating,”  

“They did. They’ve tried to recruit me almost every week for the last six years,”

“Why do you keep turning them down?” Ruin Child said. “Those jobs are ludi aren’t they?”

“Yes, they pay well.” Voodoo Mistress said. “But I would never work for the United States. Or any government for that matter,”

“Well that’s kinda the definition of merc work,” Gobo said.  

“I want to converse in a world that only speaks violence,” Voodoo Mistress said. “I am powerful on the net. Maybe even a god. But outside of the net I am nothing. If I become like you,” She gestured vaguely at the trio. “They will never be able to hurt me,”

“Okay,” Gobo said. “But just to reiterate we work for a lot of governments.”

“And I will decide whether to participate based on a case by case basis,”

“Fuck this,” Gobo said. “We don’t have room for a diva,”

Chino threw a finger in front of Gobo’s face, silencing him. The goblin-like creature shot Chino a dirty look, but clamped his mouth shut.

“Fair enough,” Chino said. “I think we can work with that,”  

“I want body augmentations,” Voodoo Mistress said.

“Okay, we can probably get you a couple augs,”

Chino was stopped by Voodoo Mistress sending him, Gobo and Ruin Child a profile of the body augmentations she wanted,”

“Holy shit,” Ruin Child said, reading the profile. “These are some advanced prosthetics. She’s almost getting a new body,”

“Yeah,” Gobo turned away. “Like I said. Fuck this, fuck her. C’mon Chino, let’s get out of here,”

“We’ll do it,” Chino said.

“Excuse me?” Gobo turned back. “Are you serious? This fuck wants a hundred grand worth of metal limbs and you’re going to just give it to her? We’re running low on cash as it is,”

“Yeah can I get some mods too?” Ruin Child said. “I got some ludishit I want to try out,”

“You can pick your battles,” Chino said, staring at Voodoo Mistress. “And we’ll get you the mods. You in?”

Voodoo Mistress didn’t respond for a moment. Finally she removed her headset. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her head shaved. She stared at Chino, then a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

“I’m in,”

An hour later Chino, Gobo, Ruin Child and Voodoo Mistress sat in Chino’s car as it sped down the road. Other vehicles crowded around them, moving in strange, jolting movements common of cars with nav systems. Voodoo Mistress occupied the passenger seat, and Ruin Child sat in back. She rested in the palm of her giant prosthetic, which had arranged itself to provide her a seat. Chino sat in the driver’s side, while Gobo took up the center console.

“This better not become a fucken habit,” Gobo muttered. “Or else you better install an extra seat,”

“The first thing we’ll do after our first job as a team is get a bigger car,” Chino said.

<Sure> Gobo privately messaged him. <if voodoo princess to my right here decides the battle worthy of her attention>

<One Thing About Voodoo Princess> Voodoo Mistress suddenly messaged them. <No Message Is Truly Private When She Is Concerned>

Chino smiled at Gobo. “See,” The man said, drumming happily on the steering wheel. “She’s going to make us the best,”

The car pulled itself from the road and parked on the side of a street choke full of buildings. Big buildings, small buildings, all crammed together and rising three or four stories. The nav system hummed, and Chino got out. “Alright, Voodoo Mistress,” He said. “Ruin Child, let’s go,” He turned to Gobo. “Gobo, don’t get into any trouble,”

“It’s my life and I’ll get as much trouble as I see fit,” Gobo said. The creature walked defiantly down the sidewalk.

“Yeah,” Ruin Child said, walking after Gobo. “I’m going with him,”  

“Oh no you’re not,” Chino said. “If you’re going to be on this team, you’re going to see a aug doctor.”

“Bullshit,” Ruin Child said. “I’m a pro in the mod scene. I don’t need some fucking doctor.”

“You will get a consultation on your body’s battlefield readiness. I don’t want you to collapse the first time you take some shrapnel.”

Ruin Child crossed her arms and stared daggers at Chino. Chino put a hand to his hip and stared back. Voodoo Mistress paused at the door of the clinic.

<Come Ruin Child> She privately messaged her. <If The Doctor Causes You Any Discomfort, I Will Burn His Networks>

“Ruin Child,” Chino said. “If you want to be a part of this team,”

His was interrupted by her large prosthetic putting its palm up. She walked silently by Chino and joined Voodoo Mistress at the door. Together to two women pushed through and entered. Chino hastened to catch up.

Inside was a lobby, filled with an assortment of people all in various stages of discomfort. Chino approached the front desk, which was incased in thick, impressive-looking glass. He picked up the phone on his side of the glass. The attendant on the other side put up a finger to show she would be with him in a second. The mercenary looked back at Ruin Child and Voodoo Mistress and gave a thumbs up.

Ruin Child threw up a banner over her head. It read <they’re staring at me>

Chino did a quick glance over the lobby. Some of the people were indeed staring at the young woman’s prosthetic that hung over her head. The sound of his phone picking up drew his attention back to the glass.

“Hi how can I help you,” the attendant said into her phone. She didn’t look at Chino through the glass. Her fingers moved in such a way that suggested she was incredibly busy doing work on her netgoogles.

“Hi I’d like to see Doctor Lisa Montonge,” Chino said.

“Doctor Montonge is not a part of our client list, and she’s also an international doctor. This will more than double your rates.”

“That’s fine, I’ve got two people I want her to see,” The attendant looked at him for the first time. She did not look impressed. “No no,” Chino waved his hand. “It’s okay, she’ll agree to it, trust me.”

“Very well,” The attendant said. “Have a seat, leave your payment information on the profile tab of our network.”

Chino, Ruin Child and Voodoo Mistress took a seat together on one side of the room. Ruin Child sat in the middle, her prosthetic taking up an extra seat. The trio, as well as every other occupant of the waiting room, busied themselves with their personal nets.

“Missy Everett and Delo Washington,” The attendant called. The two stood. Each was escorted to a different room. Ruin Child stood in the center of hers, unwilling to sit on the table. After ten minutes a nurse entered.

“Missy Everett,” She said.

“Yeah,”

“This way place, Doctor Montonge is requesting scans,” Ruin Child followed her out into the hallway and down to another room. It was full of white arms with cameras affixed to the end. “Is that detachable?” The nurse said, pointing at Ruin Childs prosthesis with her pen.

“Yeah,”

“Okay, we might need to remove it, I’ll ask Dr. Montonge. For now stand in the middle of the white circle painted on the floor. Ruin Child did, albeit slowly. “Okay the nurse said, tapping on her tablet. “The arms will spin, take pictures, then I’m going to ask you to life your arms for the second rotation.”

“Okay,”

The arms spun, the little cameras whirring and clicking. Ruin Child lifted her arms when instructed, and the arms spun again.

“Okay,” The attendant said. “I’m going to plug in a jack cable to your prosthesis and see what you’ve done,”

“Uh, no,”

The attendant approached her with the jack cable. “Dr. Montonge’s request. Everything is doctor client confidential,”

“I don’t care,”

“Miss please. This is standard procedure for people with extensive modifications. It doesn’t matter what you have, the doctor just wants to do the best job they can do,”

Ruin Child stared at the jack cable in the nurse’s hand. Finally she turned away from the nurse, motioning at a hole in the base of her prosthetic. The nurse approached and plugged the cord in. She referred to the tablet she held, watching information stream past. Several long minutes dragged by. Ruin Child Stood with her hands shoved in the pockets of her hoody, and her head bowed with the hood over it. She didn’t like this one bit.

“Okay,” The nurse finally said, unplugging the cord and tucking the tablet under her arm. “Let’s get you back to the room,”

Ruin Child felt like she was in trouble as she walked back to the room. She hated doctors. The young women furiously hoped that doctor confidentiality was a real thing as she once again stood awkwardly in the examining room.

“The doctor will be with you shortly,” The nurse said. leaving the room and closing the door. Ruin Child busied herself on the net until the door opened again and the nurse wheeled in a monitor on a mobile base. The nurse turned on the monitor then took a seat. A woman’s face appeared on the monitor. She wore a doctor’s coat and glasses.

“Hi,” The woman said. “Missy Everett?”

“Yeah,”

“I’m Dr. Montonge. I’m looking over your scans and I have a few questions,” Ruin Child inwardly groaned. This is why she hated doctors. “So,” Dr. Montonge continued. “I noticed most of your augmentations are custom,”

Here it comes Ruin Child thought.

“They’re in good condition, but you’re drawing a lot of power for the arm and I’m worried the batteries on your back are too exposed,”

“Excuse me?” Ruin Child stared at the moniter.

“Your power cells, you have them under metal panels in your back, but if you’re going to be in warzones those need to be reinforced,”

Ruin Child shot the nurse a fugitive look. The nurse didn’t seem to be listening, content to browse her own personal net. “You know I’m going to be doing?” she asked hesitantly.

“Of course,” The doctor said. She appeared to be browsing charts. “I’m Chino’s personal doctor.”

“I thought you were going to scold me for all the illegal stuff I got in my mods,”

“Nothing’s illegal in war Ms. Everett. All I’m concerned about is that you’re ready to find that out for yourself. Speaking of which,” The doctor brought up a scan of Ruin Child’s back.  “You could do a better job of cleaning your back studs. You have them implanted in skin, and that can lead to infection,”

“Okay,” Ruin Child said.

“But, other than that, you seem good to go. So, get the back metal reinforced over your batteries, clean your back studs. I’m going to give Chino some other recommendations, make sure he follows them,”

“Other recommendations?”

“Sure,” The doctor said, smiling. “Just a few mods every good mercenary will need,”