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Loner Lands / The Insurrection IT'S TIME TO FINISH THIS [RAID]
« on: July 14, 2019, 08:40:07 PM »
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//tw for death and violence
//also ya girl's memory is bad so if I forgot any events or developments in the war or got them out of order I'm sorry

It had started out as a simple rescue mission. Get Creed's brother out of this goddamn place, but he had died and a fight broke out. The two of them had barely made it out with their lives, and had suffered from their injuries for some time after. Then came the attacks, Mike was shot, Cat was nearly shot. Had those thugs that attacked Gavril been from the Insurrection? They weren't sure, but they needed to channel that anger somewhere.

But that wasn't the end of it. Harper had tried to infiltrate, then her friends had tried to blow up the casino. Then there was the sniper, the one that had tried to take Cat out but shot Creed instead and then kidnapped her. Then there was the return raid, rescuing her and delivering the corpses of the teenage bombers and turning the sniper into one. After that things were quiet, but that ended now.

They were done with this, done constantly looking over their back, paranoia building in the back of their mind while waiting for Brian's retaliation. He wanted them dead, and they doubted he'd stop until one of them was underground. And what could they say? They would not go quietly or easily into that good night, but they didn't think that they would be doing that anytime. They had a (perhaps misplaced) belief that Fate would not have them die yet. That, and that Brian wasn't the bastard that would finally get to take them down.

That didn't mean they felt like continuing some sort of perpetual war, no, absolutely not. Too many other people had gotten hurt in this that wouldn't have if it weren't for them, and they weren't going to risk anyone else getting hurt past this point. They knew that by coming here, it was possible that they wouldn't get out as cleanly as they had gone in.

At least they'd have a fighting chance and the element of surprise.

"Everyone ready?" They asked quietly, glancing back at their raiding party. "The goal is to end this, so don't take any prisoners. Take whatever you want, destroy whatever you don't." They faced front again, at the camp a few hundred yards ahead. "Alright. Let's go." And then the Badlanders pushed forward.

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 07/14/19 • show
GENERAL   welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues

RECENT EVENTS   done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 06/26/39 ⇥ Led a raid on the Insurrection
⇥ 06/29/39 ⇥ Reunited with Louie
⇥ 06/26/39 ⇥ Had a talk with their father

APPEARANCE   dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.

PERSONALITY   if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.

RELATIONS   dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close

INTERACTION   i'm taking back the c r o w n
Hard physicallyHard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Attack in bold #0d0d0d and tag @/Bryne
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it


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The Badlands / The Casino WEDDING BELLS & WAR PAINT [MEETING]
« on: July 13, 2019, 05:51:15 PM »
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Cat was always armed. Always. These days, though, who wasn't? Especially here. It'd be stranger to see someone walking around without any weapons, and even then most would probably assume that the arms were just concealed. Normally, the bulk of their weapons were tucked away, the only plainly visible one being the handgun holstered at their hip. They hated that gun with a burning passion, but after the attempts on their life and the lives of those around them with similar guns, they couldn't justify not carrying just because of their disdain. No one was going to die on their watch just because guns are the worst.

Today things were a little bit different, though. Today the snap keeping their gun in place is undone, their fingers are threaded through brass knuckles and in that hand, most obviously, they hold a knife. They were dragging a whetstone across it to sharpen it, one leg dangling over the edge of the billiard table where they were sitting and the other pulled up on the table. Casual, but still setting the mood for what was to come.

Of course, since Cat was going to be a dramatic edgy shit for this and didn't want to ruin it by directly calling the meeting themself, they sent out people to round everyone up. They'd speak once they had a good audience gathered around. Until then they were gonna keep working on their knives.

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 06/30/19 • show
GENERAL   welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues

RECENT EVENTS   done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 06/29/39 ⇥ Reunited with Louie
⇥ 06/26/39 ⇥ Had a talk with their father
⇥ 06/22/39 ⇥ Gave Creed the Brand

APPEARANCE   dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.

PERSONALITY   if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.

RELATIONS   dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close

INTERACTION   i'm taking back the c r o w n
Hard physicallyHard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Attack in bold #0d0d0d and tag @/Bryne
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it


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The Badlands / The Casino fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair [open]
« on: July 08, 2019, 04:12:21 PM »
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//I honestly don't know how to trigger this. blood and spider and bug death?

"What's wrong, Honey? Are you scared?" She had flattened herself against the wall, and did indeed look petrified. Somewhere behind Cat, Gerald was snickering. Asshole, he'd jumped higher than Honey screamed when she saw it. "I've got it under control, you know." They glanced down at their hands, at the tiny black creature looking for a way out of them.

She shook her head, but she was clearly lying.
"Just kill it, Cat, please!"

They walked over closer to her, letting her see the sizable spider scurry across their skin. She pressed harder against the wall and whimpered. "It never did anything to you. It never hurt anyone."

"It lives off of the blood of other bugs, it kills and drains them! It's so fat it probably just killed something!" Indeed, the little bugger was pretty fat, and growing more agitated that they kept blocking every attempt it made at escape.

They smiled and chuckled. "Sounds a little like me." This brought another sound from her, not loud or shrill enough to be a shriek, but nor was it a fearful moan. "So you want me to kill it? Even though it didn't hurt you?"

Honey was sliding away from them along the wall.
"Yes!" Wailing. That's what she was doing, she was wailing.

Cat shrugged. "If you say so." Their fingers closed around the spider and crushed it. It would be unpleasant enough under normal circumstances, but as they would discover with an irrepressible wince, these were not normal circumstances. Apparently this spider had eggs on board, or something, because the moment she was crushed, hundreds of tiny baby spiders erupted from her.

She screamed and fled, and even Gerald was freaked out.
"What the fuck!" Cat tried to keep their composure, at least keep their face straight. At least Honey had ran and Gerald couldn't see their expression, but he could see them trying frantically to get the spiders off of them, crushing whatever ones fell under their shoe. Ah, so that's what people meant when they joked about burning the house down just because there was a spider. Well, as god-awful as this was, at least it added to their myth.


You'd think that after an experience like that, they'd stay the hell away from spiders. At first, they'd tried, but that didn't really work out. Honey would still rather have them take care of spiders than deal with it herself, so they ended up getting desensitized all over again. Besides, it was still sort of fun to freak out the arachnophobes by picking up the creatures that they were oh-so terrified of.

So the day they were hanging out in the casino and heard a scream belonging to a familiar voice, they were quick to jump up and run over. Paige had gotten up onto a table and was staring, fixated, at a moving spot on the wall. Without any hesitation, Cat walked over and got it to crawl into their hands. "Relax, Paige, it's just a spider."

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 06/30/19 • show
GENERAL   welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues

RECENT EVENTS   done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 06/29/39 ⇥ Reunited with Louie
⇥ 06/26/39 ⇥ Had a talk with their father
⇥ 06/22/39 ⇥ Gave Creed the Brand

APPEARANCE   dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.

PERSONALITY   if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.

RELATIONS   dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close

INTERACTION   i'm taking back the c r o w n
Hard physicallyHard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Attack in bold #0d0d0d and tag @/Bryne
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it


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The Badlands / The Casino LEAVE BEHIND YOUR HEART AND CAST AWAY [MEETING]
« on: June 28, 2019, 05:12:01 PM »
C  A  T  A  L  Y  S  T
Well, the past two weeks went by fairly quickly and quietly. More or less; the time had brought developments for Cat's own family, but for the rest of the group it had been more or less a sleepy time. "Time for a meeting." They called, heading into the casino, well aware that there was a trail of people already following them in.

//starting it early go me? or not bc this Sucks

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 06/27/19 • show
GENERAL   welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues

RECENT EVENTS   done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 06/26/39 ⇥ Had a talk with their father
⇥ 06/22/39 ⇥ Gave Creed the Brand
⇥ 05/31/39 ⇥ Went on a mission to rescue Creed from the Insurrection

APPEARANCE   dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.

PERSONALITY   if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.

RELATIONS   dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close

INTERACTION   i'm taking back the c r o w n
Hard physicallyHard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Attack in bold #0d0d0d and tag @/Bryne
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it


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The Badlands / SHUT YOUR DIRTY MOUTH [oneshot/open]
« on: June 27, 2019, 12:29:07 AM »
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//tw for death/murder/violence/smoking

Fate was a funny thing. A twisted thing, but a funny thing.

In the middle of the night, their paranoid fear had come true. Derick had come for them, the man that had been the closest thing to a father they had, and had shaped them into the person they were today. And, just like they had promised themself, they had killed him. Which had been a mess unto itself, whether or not you counted the identity crisis that started in the aftermath.

But despite the fact that Cat had killed him and despite the fact that they had no desire to ever see the rest of his family or the people around them again, they had brought Derick's body back. That had been yet another ordeal, confronting Susie and the cult and digging the grave and filling it in. It had been a mess. And what did they return home to, when it was all said and done? Their father, a man that had left when they were three to die. Alive, there, along with a clusterfuck of other shit that they had to deal with.

But while in the moment they had dealt with the clusterfuck, they knew the bigger thing would be the fact that Austin was alive and there. Oh, how Fate must be laughing, first sending Derick to their door and then the man he had in some ways replaced. A man Cat hadn't even recognized. How hilarious She must think it is to watch them struggle to come to terms with the dozens of things that had been dropped on their plate in very short succession.

Don't get them wrong - they were glad that he was alive and here. They might have just killed Derick, but they weren't that fucked up, not enough to prefer it if their father had just died instead of survived. But the fact that he had lived complicated things, it had shattered so much of what they had thought they knew, and damnit they were saying it again but it complicated things. They didn't know how to un-complicate those things, or even if they wanted to.

It would be accurate to say that Cat had been avoiding Austin since he'd joined, putting off the conversation they knew they had to have. Their interactions were mostly superficial, not discussing the past and barely touching on the present. The denial they had been in with Molly, that they had only just worked through the night Derick died, was now abundantly there with him. They didn't want him to know all the things they had done to get where they were today, they didn't want him to know about Derick or the cult or much of anything. They scarcely wanted him aware of how the Badlands earned their name, but that was significantly harder to hide, especially with him attending Creed's rescue mission.

But it seems their time for avoiding the inevitable was up. Austin approached them, and they knew that they weren't going to get out of whatever he had in mind. That didn't mean they weren't going to try to distract from it. He had a cigarette between his lips, the first they had seen of any nicotine habits. They sighed heavily. "Not you too."

He frowned at them and took the cigarette out of his mouth. "What?"

Cat gestured to the cancerous stick between his fingers. "That." They weren't sure what was worse - Molly smoking and shattering their understanding of her, or Austin smoking despite all his past health issues.

The older man sighed, but put the cigarette back between his lips and took a drag. "Didn't think I'd have to worry about such harsh judgement." He removed it from his lips again and flicked some of the ash away, returning it to his mouth once more.

"That's what you get for thinking." They grumbled under their breath. "First Mom, now you. You know she smokes?" They were pretty sure they were going to need eye bleach in order to get the image of Addy lighting Molly's cigarette out of their head.

Austin rolled his eyes, frown actually fading into a faint smile. "Yeah, I know she smokes." He paused, eyeing them. "Doesn't your boyfriend smoke?"

Well, he kinda had them there, but marijuana and nicotine were two very different things. "Weed is not the same as a fugging cigarette." It was pretty much the only drug that didn't bother them on some fundamental level. It didn't destroy your body, nor did the high make you oblivious or complacent.

He squinted at "fugging", no doubt silently commenting on their way of pronouncing "fucking". They didn't care. "Whatever you say, kiddo."

No. They were getting worked up and pissed off now. "No, come on, it's not the same and it's not okay. If you get - if you get fugging cancer, there's no where for you to go to to get better. You'll just die." They were realizing a fear in that moment, one they'd never known to be afraid of. They'd always thought their father was dead, killed by some illness when they were little more than a toddler - and now here he was. What would they do if he really did die, just after they'd gotten him back?

Oh god, that'd be just fucking like Her. And he wasn't helping - puffing away like he wanted to get sick again. They knew habits like those died hard, but why would he pick it up in the first place? Austin sighed. "I've been living on borrowed time for a long time, Scott. If I die tomorrow, I'll be happy because I got to see you and Molly again." No. No.

They hated that idea. They hated the idea that he might get ripped away from them for good this time. That it could happen at any moment. "That's not good enough."

Austin sighed again and turned to face them. "It's not? You're upset because if I died tomorrow, you'll have hardly spent any time with your old man?" Yes. They didn't want to admit it, but yes. "How long have I been here, Scott? More than enough time for us to have more than passing conversation."

They hated that too, that he was right. They had plenty of time to reconnect with him, they just hadn't taken it. "I've got a group to lead and a family to raise. You've seen me. You've talked to me. Where the fuck have you been for the past eighteen years?"

Well. There it was. He took a long drag off his cigarette before replying. "Been wondering when you were gonna bring that up." He ducked his head. "I had my reasons too, kid. Better than yours, even."

Tears sprang into their eyes, which only added to their fury. They wiped at their eyes, wishing that was the end of it, but no, more just replaced the ones that had been brushed away. "Yeah? You walked out. We needed you and you walked out. You said you'd come back if you got better, but you didn't. We thought you were dead." They had to stop before they said something they'd regret.

"So that's why you've been avoiding me." Austin stubbed his cigarette and flicked it away. "You're mad that I left."

Cat shook their head. "I'm not mad you left. I'm mad that you didn't come back." What was the alternative to him leaving? Him passing away at home, leaving Molly to clean up the mess and deal with the trauma? How could they say he should have stayed and died, when leaving was what saved his life?

"I didn't have a choice, Scott. I had to repay my dues to the hospital, and once that was done I was kidnapped and brought to a prison labor camp. It took me years to get out, and when I finally did, you and Molly weren't at home anymore." He reached into his pocket and took out a piece of what, paper? "I never stopped trying to find you."

He held out the bit of paper, and after a moment Cat took it and looked down. It was a photograph of a dark haired woman laying in a hospital bed with a baby in her arms. Molly... So that must be them. Feelings they couldn't explain or identify filled them, and they shoved it back into his hands. "That doesn't prove your story."

Austin raked a hand through his graying hair. "You don't believe me?" He seemed sort of... incredulous and hurt, but that was buried. He was trying to hide it, but he wasn't very good at it. Or maybe they were just too good at reading people; they'd inadvertently convinced some of the cultists of Mourningstar that they were a mind reader, but they already thought that Cat was a god so it wasn't hard. The hard part was convincing them otherwise - they had tried, but Honey and the others hadn't wanted to believe them. Because they just believed in them that much. It was weird.

They shrugged helplessly. "I dunno... It's convenient, don't you think? You're away from us for all that time through no fault of your own... Maybe Mom knows you well enough to make a judgement on whether or not she can believe it, but I don't." It hurt to say, it really did. They didn't enjoy it any more than their father - and their father, his face crumpled.

He tried to compose himself before replying, but he didn't do a very good job. "It wasn't convenient. Nothing about it was convenient, I was a slave for years. I've got the scars to prove it."

They could even see in his face that life hadn't been kind to their father, but they knew that he could see the same in theirs. "I've been a slave too. Not as long as you, but I was. And I've been held in the highest esteem you can be." A god. "I've got more scars from that than anything else. But if tomorrow someone tried to take me away from my family, I wouldn't let them. Nothing could keep me from Gav and Mo, so I dunno what was so insurmountable that you couldn't get back to me and mom."

He rounded them. "I did do everything I could to get back to you. I never gave up, don't give me shit for how long it took. I did my best." He took out another cigarette from his pocket along with a lighter. Cat huffed as he lit it, stepping away from him to avoid the smoke. "This isn't how I imagined this going." He muttered.

"This isn't how I imagined it either." They said, crossing their arms. "I've imagined this a lot, I never thought it'd be like this."

This gave Austin pause, and he looked over at them with an expression that was difficult to read. Shame? Sorrow? Something else? "You thought about that a lot?"

Cat shrugged uncomfortably, tears prickling at their eyes again. "What kid that grew up without a dad doesn't think about what it would be like if he just magically showed up?" They wiped at their eyes again. They were trying to shut down, to stop feeling, get control of themself, but it wasn't working.

Their father released a long breath, visible in the afternoon air in the form of a cloud of smoke. "I'm sorry you grew up without me, Scott. If you really want, you can blame me, but I just want to focus on right now and what we do going forward."

There was an unsaid question in the words - what would they do going forward? They didn't know. They'd been without him for so long, even longer than they had been without Molly, they didn't know how to make room for him. "I don't know, Dad. This is it. This is my life - it's busy and I can hardly make time for the people that were already here." They didn't know what the fuck they were saying. "I don't know what you expect or want from me."

Austin took a drag off the cigarette, taking it out of his mouth before blowing the smoke out. "I don't know either, Scott. I've been gone a long time, and I'm trying to figure out where I fit in here. I already have something in mind for your mom, and I wanna get to know you better. You and Gav."

They couldn't help but scoff and roll their eyes, wiping once again at the lingering tears. "If your goal is to get to know me, you might wanna set your sights on something else. People don't just get to know me. Not even Mom did." His face shifted again, sadness clawing its way onto his features. They almost felt bad. "What are you planning for Mom?" They asked, changing the subject.

His eyes lit up. "Don't breathe a word of this to her, but I'm gonna ask her to marry again." They raised their eyebrow. "I think it'd be nice for us to renew our vows after we've been apart for so long, you know?" Cat nodded; the whole marriage thing wasn't something they were all that knowledgeable on (they knew they didn't want to get married, at least), and they knew even less about renewing vows. "You're alright with that, right?"

The question caught them off guard; why would he care what they thought about it? "Why wouldn't I be? Why ask me?"

Austin shrugged. "You don't seem to like me very much. I'm basically a stranger to you, and I want to marry your mother. Even if she is already my wife." He took another drag. "Besides, you're basically the only man in her life now. Or, er, well, the closest she's got." He corrected, noticing their narrowed eyes.

"That's an archaic fugging reason, but okay I guess." The first thing they could sort of get, and could appreciate the intention behind it. The second thing... ugh. Molly didn't need anyone to permit her to get married, she could do whatever the fuck she wanted. Would that still be their opinion if it was anyone other than their father? No, probably (definitely) not, but that wasn't a concern right now, was it?

"You're okay with it?"

Cat nodded uncomfortably. "Yeah, I mean, really. You guys are already married, so it won't change anything. And if it makes you both happy, why not?"

Austin's next action surprised them: he hugged them, quite suddenly and rather tightly. Cat just stood there, startled and unsure what to do. Even counting this one, they could count on one hand the number of embraces they'd gotten even remotely recently, and one of those was a baby. He kept hugging them for several long moments, waiting for them to return it, before eventually giving up and stepping away. "Uh,"

Before their father could say anything else or Cat could respond, someone was calling their name and striding towards them. A welcome diversion.

OOC: wtf this turned out longer than expected uhh. yeah this can be replied to and y/c can be the one approaching, or y'all can just track and comment and we can say it was an npc that interrupted

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 06/11/19 • show
GENERAL   welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues

RECENT EVENTS   done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 05/31/39 ⇥ Went on a mission to rescue Creed from the Insurrection
⇥ 05/26/39 ⇥ Reunited with their father
⇥ 05/26/39 ⇥ Cat returned to the Badlands

APPEARANCE   dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.

PERSONALITY   if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.

RELATIONS   dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close

INTERACTION   i'm taking back the c r o w n
Hard physicallyHard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it


6
The Badlands / The Beach CTRL + ALT + DEL [battle training]
« on: June 21, 2019, 08:00:25 PM »
C  A  T  A  L  Y  S  T
//I forgot I needed to do this but I remembered within a week with no reminders so who's the real winner
//tw for violence ofc

They hadn't gotten any volunteers to host this battle training which... Fair enough. If they were asked to do something, that anyone else could volunteer to do, that would get done regardless of who volunteered, well they wouldn't do it either. And honestly, considering how long they'd been leading this place, they were probably overdue for another battle training. It had been what, six months? They'd only done one so far. Well, time to change that.

They set up on the beach like last time, but this time there weren't tables upon tables of weapons. No, this would focus on their favorite kind of fighting: up close, personal, and dirty. That sounded wrong out of context. Anyway. "Alright, troops, gather around. Time to get some bruises." They were already in possession of a scattering of small bruises, but those were from something very different.

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 06/11/19 • show
GENERAL   welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues

RECENT EVENTS   done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 05/31/39 ⇥ Went on a mission to rescue Creed from the Insurrection
⇥ 05/26/39 ⇥ Reunited with their father
⇥ 05/26/39 ⇥ Cat returned to the Badlands

APPEARANCE   dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.

PERSONALITY   if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.

RELATIONS   dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close

INTERACTION   i'm taking back the c r o w n
Hard physicallyHard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it


7
The Badlands / BLOOD, SWEAT & TEARS [MEETING]
« on: June 15, 2019, 02:13:47 PM »
C  A  T  A  L  Y  S  T
Things had been quiet of late, and they honestly weren't entirely sure if they were content with that or not. In some ways it was good, no calamity for them to have to worry about, but it sowed discontentment in them. Restlessness. They couldn't stand the inactivity, the idleness. Well, they had something to do now.

"Meeting. Everyone, get outside the casino." Yep, it was going to be another outdoor meeting, and anyone that had been here for a while would be able to look at the fire pit blazing on the top step, they'd be able to guess what was going to happen. Hell, if you'd just been paying attention during the last two meetings, you'd probably wouldn't even need to guess. Their plans of this were hardly a secret.

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 06/11/19 • show
GENERAL   welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues

RECENT EVENTS   done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 05/31/39 ⇥ Went on a mission to rescue Creed from the Insurrection
⇥ 05/26/39 ⇥ Reunited with their father
⇥ 05/26/39 ⇥ Cat returned to the Badlands

APPEARANCE   dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.

PERSONALITY   if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.

RELATIONS   dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close

INTERACTION   i'm taking back the c r o w n
Hard physicallyHard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it


8
The Badlands / RECYCLED YOUTH [MEETING]
« on: June 01, 2019, 04:46:24 PM »
C  A  T  A  L  Y  S  T
For a second, they'd almost thought that they had a chance to breathe. They'd gotten back, dealt with Silas and their father and rescued Creed... Hardly a moment to rest since they'd returned, aside from at night when they could finally crawl in beside Gavril. At least getting sleep was somehow easier; much of their paranoia about Mourningstar coming after them was eased now that it had happened and they were sure it wouldn't happen again. So there was one good thing. Not to say that Austin's appearance and Creed's return weren't good, those were very good.

Cat wasn't sure the last time they'd held a meeting without being excessively tired or in pain, but it was rather nice to be actually feeling somewhat good. "Meeting time, everyone in the casino." Their tone wasn't all that indicative of their high spirits, but broadcasting their happiness wasn't something they really did that much.

As per usual, they sat down on the billiard table in the middle of the casino, and for once the cardboard box was stowed underneath. Bending down to get it wasn't painful anymore, and they weren't rushed, so why keep up with something that had, in the beginning, been a subtle sign of weakness? Though, just thinking about it, they kind of wished they had it on the table with them... just because they were lazy.

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 05/31/19 • show
GENERAL   welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues

RECENT EVENTS   done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 05/31/39 ⇥ Went on a mission to rescue Creed from the Insurrection
⇥ 05/26/39 ⇥ Reunited with their father
⇥ 05/26/39 ⇥ Cat returned to the Badlands
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Left to bring Derick's body home
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Had a bit of an identity crisis start
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Made up with Molly, had a heart to heart with Gavril
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Had a confrontation with Derick and killed him

APPEARANCE   dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.

PERSONALITY   if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.

RELATIONS   dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close

INTERACTION   i'm taking back the c r o w n
Hard physicallyHard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it


9
Loner Lands / The Insurrection YOU BE THE FILTH I WASH AWAY [rescue raid]
« on: May 31, 2019, 07:08:12 PM »
C  A  T  A  L  Y  S  T
//tw for death, violence, torture, gore, explosions, etc in this thread

This couldn't come soon enough, in Cat's book. The guilt was eating them alive, how this had waited so long and Creed was just left to rot in the Insurrection. Maybe they had already killed her. No, they couldn't think like that. They had to believe that she was still alive, and that they weren't too late. And if she was dead... well, it's not like they were doing this alone or hadn't brought a goddamn army. If Creed was dead, they'd blow the Insurrection to hell and call it a day.

Maybe they'd do that anyway, actually. It was pretty tempting.

They'd worked out the final details with Addy and Mike, then it was time to implement it. They'd rounded up a group of Badlanders, collected the bodies of the teen bombers from earlier in the month, the prisoner that had shot them, and then set out. A group of worms were bringing the bodies a ways behind the group (they'd lugged Derick's body more than enough to never want to smell another corpse again, let alone several that were that far along in decomposition). The worms were doing this both out of promise of promotion to Grunt as well as threats of harm.

Fortunately the trip to the outskirts of the Insurrection didn't take too long, but they couldn't just plow right on in. There was recon first, planting of the bombs that would hopefully be good enough insurance to keep them alive. Then the extraction team had to get into position while Cat, Michael, the worms got ready to reveal themselves.

Then it was go time. The worms went forward with the rotten, partially mutilated bodies first, followed by Cat with Kelly in front of them, a knife to his throat. "Before anyone so stupid they barely count as sentient gets any ideas, you might wanna hear my little warning." They should probably be more afraid, but they weren't. Failure wasn't an option, and why should they fear success?

Meanwhile, the extraction team was sneaking in a different way, being as stealthy on the approach as possible so as not to risk anything happening to Creed if the alarm was raised.

//ok so this is really bad but if anyone wants to get involved but doesn't know how, just pop into the Badlands or Insurrection discord!

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 05/31/19 • show
GENERAL   welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues

RECENT EVENTS   done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 05/31/39 ⇥ Went on a mission to rescue Creed from the Insurrection
⇥ 05/26/39 ⇥ Reunited with their father
⇥ 05/26/39 ⇥ Cat returned to the Badlands
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Left to bring Derick's body home
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Had a bit of an identity crisis start
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Made up with Molly, had a heart to heart with Gavril
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Had a confrontation with Derick and killed him

APPEARANCE   dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.

PERSONALITY   if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.

RELATIONS   dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close

INTERACTION   i'm taking back the c r o w n
Hard physicallyHard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it


10
The Badlands / IF YOU LOVE ME, NEVER LET ME GO [RETURN]
« on: May 26, 2019, 11:32:56 PM »
C  A  T  A  L  Y  S  T
//tw for death/murder, violence, gore, etc

They weren't even a day into their endeavor before they realized what a mistake it was. For one? The smell. For two, the labor. But one of the most obvious things they had gotten from their mother was their stubbornness, and they weren't going to give up on this. A couple days later they were regretting it, but it was too late to turn back now. They were going to see this shitshow through.

Finally they arrived in the town near Mourningstar's. It was the wee hours of the morning, and all was quiet. They could keep going until they arrived at the Harris household, but they stopped outside of a familiar house, outside of a familiar window. they knocked and waited, and after a minute Susie was opening it, a look of confusion on her tired face. "Cat? What are you doing here?" She didn't see the gurney behind them.

"Did you tell Derick where I was?"

The confusion gets worse for a second, then she seemed to make some sort of connection. She shook her head. "No. I think Louie found out, though." They sighed and pinched the bridge of their nose. "Why?" They're not looking at her, but based on the tonal shift between that an the next thing she said, they'd guess she noticed the gurney. "What is that?"

They turned around and strode around the gurney, placing it between them and the window. They said nothing and pulled back the blanket concealing the wreck of the man's face. Susie's hand flew to her mouth as she gagged. "This is what happens when cultists show up at my fugging house in the middle of the goddamn night." The smell was god awful, but they kept themself composed even though they too wanted to gag. Numb to it. They had to be numb to it a little longer.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Cat." She said, hand still covering her mouth. "Is that Derick?" They glanced down at the damn-near collapsed head, blood still clinging to him since they hadn't bothered trying to make him presentable. They looked back up at her and nodded. "What the fuck... what the fuck."

It occurred to them that she wasn't... like them. Yeah, she was well acquainted with violence, but hers was usually just bar fights and little more. Brutal murders? Once upon a time they thought that was something she was familiar with; when they were younger they even thought that she had butchered more people than they had. With the energy and facade she put up, that hellish meat cleaver at her side, it had been so easy to think that she was worse than them. Maybe they'd needed her to be, so they could tell themself that they weren't that bad. But maybe that was wrong. Maybe the times she got her hands dirty were for the sake of protecting herself, and that girl that patched them up after they got into a fight was the person she really was.

Cat maneuvered around the gurney once more and rested their arms on the windowsill. "Did you tell Louie where I was?" Their voice was perfectly calm, and they saw something they never thought they'd see in her eyes: fear. "I'm not here to hurt you, Susie. I want you to understand. This isn't a fugging game. That man - that is the man that made me this way." They pointed back at the corpse. "And he came to my house. I've got a boyfriend and baby there, this isn't just about me anymore." It was one thing to mess with them. It was another thing entirely to endanger their family.

She leans away from them, and they see that she's just wearing a loose tank top and shorts. They're pretty sure they woke her up, revealing clothing like that wasn't really a good idea when she was on the clock. For all the times they'd seen her at night, just the two of them, they'd never caught her off guard or at ease. Never resting. "I didn't tell Louie anything." She paused, and they're guessing she could have prevented the information from getting to him if she really wanted to. Fine. Whatever. You know what? They'd been terrified of that happening after her visit and how their encounter, and it had, and the worst case scenario had happened. Well, shy of someone they cared about getting hurt. "What do you want from me?"

They pushed away from the sill and walks back to Derick's body, tossing the blanket over him again. "I wanted answers." They replied, looking at the creases of the blanket rather than facing her. "Are you scared of me?" They were almost... scared to hear the answer. They didn't want the answer to be yes, but from the tremble in her voice when she asked what they wanted... Call it an educated guess.

"Should I be?" They almost smiled. It wasn't an admission, which they were actually sort of thankful for. But it wasn't a denial either.

Cat gripped the edges of the gurney, still looking away from her. "Yes and no." They kept staring at the creases of the blanket. "Yes, because look at what I'm capable of. I'm dangerous." Once upon a time there would be pride in their voice, but now it was just empty. They spun around, an intensity entering their gaze as it landed on her face. "But no. I didn't come here to hurt you or anyone else."

They really hadn't. Not even the other cultists, the ones that they had hated and had made them miserable. If they were safe, she was fucking protected. "What did you come here for, then?"

They shot a glance over their shoulder at the covered corpse behind them. "I wanted to bring him home. His family should have the chance to bury him." Maybe that was stupidly sentimental of them, or maybe they wanted closure of their own bad enough that they didn't want to deny his wife and kids that.

Susie paused and seemed to think it over. "Okay. What are you doing here though? Outside of my house?" A good, valid question, one they didn't know how to answer. They knew why they were here, outside her window in the middle of the night, but putting it into words was difficult. "You looking for a room until morning?"

They had to tell themself that it wasn't an invitation - anyone that wanted a room in this town had to go through her; with the Constable's passing she would have gotten control of everything. "I wanted to talk to you. About him, about..." they lifted their hand then dropped it. "Us, I guess." That sounded misleading. Goddamnit. "Assuming you mean one in the inn, that might be good." It'd been a good little while since they'd slept in a bed, and they were actually getting used to the luxury.

She lifted her brows and tilted her head to the side. "Us?" The question of the room was practically forgotten, this had her complete and undivided attention. "What about us?" They weren't sure if that was a good thing or not.

"When you came to..." The hesitated, paranoia flaring up. No one ever slept all at once in these parts, so anyone could be listening. "See me, I was kind of a dick." She scoffed. "You were one too, so fug off. I'm still pissed about that happiness thing."

Susie was leaning out of her window now, blonde hair falling down in a pale sheet. She rolled her eyes. "You started out almost good. Almost. Get to the point." They huffed. Making nice wasn't exactly their specialty, and as bad as it was, they were doing their best.

God this was annoyingly hard. "The point is that you were my best friend. And every time I've seen you for like... the past three years, I've treated you like shit and you didn't deserve it. And I'm sorry." There. There it was. They thought they were done, but when she opened her mouth again they realized that wasn't the case. "When you showed up, I panicked. I wanted nothing more than to leave all this behind, and I couldn't have you there. But I didn't want to end it on the note we left it on before. I wanted a better note for us. Because this is it. I'm not coming back after this, and I still can't have you in my life."

She let out a long breath, her hair dancing around before all of the oxygen finally exited her lungs. "I didn't take you for the sentimental type." She replied after a long pause. After another moment she added, "But I guess you aren't. Not really."

"No?"

Susie shook her head. "No. You'll burn it all and not look back. I've watched you do it again and again and yet... here you are. Looking back one last time." They knew she was right; how many times had they tried to cut ties with her yet always ended up reaching out one last time, or welcoming her warmly enough when it was her that reached out? There was a reason for that, of course, a reason they kept turning up outside her window and didn't turn her away when she appeared in the Badlands.

They took a deep breath. "I said goodbye to you and I didn't immediately turn you away because of our old friendship. I'm here because of that too. And Derick, of course. But this is it. Really." Derick was dead, and they were going to get whatever closure was possible with the remaining cultists. That was it. No reason to ever come back here or see these people again.

She disappeared into her room, returning a few minutes later with a key. "Alright. You've complained that Derick was able to find you, given your sorry ass apology, and promised this is the last time we're going to see each other. For realsies. Here's a key for the motel. Room three. Get some sleep; you look like you need it." They'd be mad, but they knew it had to be true. They surely looked like shit. This trip had already taken a lot out of them and it had barely gotten started; not to mention that there was barely anything to take.

Huh. So this was it. They felt weirdly empty and dissatisfied, like there was something missing. Like they hadn't done enough. But what more was there to really say? "Alright. Thanks." They took the key and slipped it into their pocket. Cat glanced at her one last time, wanting to say something else but coming up with nothing else. "Bye."

They turned around and started pushing the gurney away. They almost made it to the street when she called out to them. "Wait. Cat." They turned around once more and raised their eyebrows. "What did I... do? I've been wondering for years why you left." She shrugged helplessly. "I just want to know."

They paused, eyes drifting down to the body. Maybe she deserved an explanation of why it all came to an end right at the beginning, but looking back... It seemed so stupid. It wasn't even something that she did, it's what they thought she would do and with enough time to remove them, they could see how stupid it had been. "Just forget it, Susie. Move on." Then they were walking away again, and she made a frustrated sound before shutting her window.

Cat arrived in the motel, and after a bit of debate they brought the gurney in with them, shutting it in the bathroom. As much as they'd love to leave it outside, leaving it unattended for a few hours was probably a terrible idea. After leaving Derick in the bathroom, they took off their shoes and laid down. They were well and truly tired, downright exhausted, but sleep was slow to come.

Fortunately, it did eventually, arrive and it was several hours before they woke up. When they did, sunlight was pouring through moth-eaten curtains. They sat up and rubbed their eyes, then it hit them what was next. It was time to bring him to his family, and tell them that they had killed him. That, in itself, would be an emotional task in and of itself, but there was also an element they hadn't given much thought to previously.

It wasn't just Derick's family. It was them and whatever other cultists had stuck around after they left. He was their leader, and they were fucking fanatical. They might not see his death as freeing, and this could go south very quickly. Well. It was too late to turn back now, they'd come too far to just abandon their mission right at the end. So they dragged themselves to their feet, did their best to straighten themselves up, then they grabbed the gurney and headed out.

Half an hour later they were standing outside of the Harris house. It looked the same, more or less, more dilapidated, the white paint had peeled even more than when they were last here three years ago. One of the windows was now boarded up, and the grass was growing up to their thighs. They left the gurney out front, then headed up the porch steps to the front door. They took a deep breath and braced themself, then knocked.

Seconds passed and finally the door opened. Cat watched as Vivian's face went from bored to shocked instantly; her eyes widening and lips parting slightly. She glanced around behind them, edging backwards into the house. "Where's my dad?" She asked, closing the door just enough that it partially hid her.

A lump formed in their throat, and they did their best to swallow it down. "He's... he's dead, Viv. Can you round everyone up?" They can see it in her face, the sudden, crushing grief and the distinct want to not round everyone up. But old habits of doing whatever they asked kicked in, and she nodded and closed the door.

They went down to stand by the body, and after a few minutes people started filing out. Susanna, Louie, the twins, Gerald, Honey, Carl... a few faces were missing, but they were surprised how many people were still there. Not everyone lived in the house, of course, but everyone lived nearby and it wasn't uncommon for them all to gather in there. And if they thought that Derick was supposed to be returning today...

There was a surprisingly broad range of facial expressions on their faces as they assembled and Cat was pretty sure that not everyone was aware that Derick was dead. Some of them even seemed happy, not realizing that they were here to bring back a body, not return to the cult. But others seemed close to tears - Susanna had an arm around each daughter, and she was holding them tightly. Louie stood next to him, eyes glazed over, staring seemingly unseeing at the covered body.

"Right." Cat muttered, figuring it was best to just get this over with. "Derick's dead. He needs burying." Their mouth was dry. "I'll stay for the funeral, if that's okay, then I'll be gone. Or I can just leave." They were greeted with silence, but of course they were. Who was going to tell their god to leave, to do anything other than what they wanted to do?

They sighed. "Look, I know this is sudden and unexpected, but we can't just stand around gawking. He's already decomposed a fair bit - hence the smell - and I'm not staying." They needed to make that part really clear. They weren't coming back to play god. Absolutely fucking not.

Finally Carl stepped forward. "Okay. Uh, boys," he turned to Louie and Gerald, "why don't you find a place for the grave and get digging?" He looked at his niece, Honey. "You stay with Susanna and the twins." The man's gaze shifted to Catalyst, and he swallowed. "Do you, uh, need anything?"

Yes. They needed food, they needed more sleep, they needed some goddamn peace of mine. "No." This to be over.

They knew they made the group of people before them uneasy, and part of them wanted to just leave, even just for a few hours while the grave was dug. But they didn't, they were seeing this through to the end. "Right. Let's go, everyone." Susanna headed back to the house with the girls, the boys headed out back to find a place to dig, and Carl stepped towards the gurney, a hand gently touching the blue blanket that still obscured the corpse.

"It's bad." They commented. He glanced at them, then tugged it back, dropping it back in place immediately. There was a horrified look on his face. "Told you."

Carl backed up and shook his head. "That's fucking insane." They shrugged, and he seemed to remember himself. "Sorry."

Irritation flared up and they had to take a deep breath. "Don't apologize. I'm not what you think I am, so just... stop. I don't want special treatment. I'm not special." There were times they wanted to be, times they even thought that they were. But not like how Carl saw them, they weren't a god. They weren't the herald of the fucking apocalypse.

Ah, another wave of hating the name and identity Derick had chosen for them. Another wave of wanting to be different, but feeling utterly incapable of change. "Cat -" He started, but then they started walking away, walking through the grass and following the path that Gerald and Louie had taken.

Before the Badlands, they (and Honey) had been the closest thing to peers that Cat had. They weren't, there would always be the distinction between god and follower. And even then, they had hated it. It had been the worst with Louie - before they were Catalyst, he had almost been like a brother to them. Almost. Never quite there. Derick had ruined that, like everything else.

Louie and Gerald had chosen a spot and had begun digging. Cat walked over and stood there, watching for a minute before grabbing Louie's shoulder. He looked at them in surprise. "I'm tapping in." It takes a second, but then he's passing them his shovel and stepping back. They take his place and start digging. Gerald resumes his digging, saying nothing.

For hours, no one said anything. The only sounds were the shovels scraping through the earth and the grunts from effort. They swapped out from time to time, and at one point Susanna brought them food. Cat was pretty sure that the cultists were surprised that they wanted to help, and frankly, they were surprised too. But it felt right. They were the reason he needed to be buried, it seemed only right that they help dig his grave.

By sundown it was deep enough, and everyone gathered outside once more. Gerald and Carl wheeled the gurney over, struggling with the long grass and the wheels. Cat was sitting on the ground, thoroughly exhausted. After pushing that thing all the way here and doing all the work that they had, they were quite content to let someone else take up responsibility for the body.

Susanna, the twins and Honey had all dressed up in black, while Carl had put on a dark suit. Meanwhile, Cat was covered head to toe in dirt - as were Louie and Gerald - wearing clothes that weren't really appropriate for preparing for a funeral, let alone the funeral itself. Still, they were all there. The body was dropped rather unceremoniously into the hole, the blanket falling out of place to reveal the mess that remained. Honey, ever sensitive, made a horrified sound and put her hands over her mouth.

For several minutes, no one says anything. "Is... anyone going to say anything?" Cat asked, glancing around. No one answered verbally, a couple people shook their heads. Funny how Derick could be everything to these people, yet none of them could muster anything kind to say over his grave. "Great." Cat grumbled, pushing a dirty hand through equally dirty hair. "Well... he took me in when I needed it, cared and listened when I needed someone to care and listen. He taught me and gave me a purpose... yeah, that's all I got." They were honestly surprised they'd managed to come up with that much. "I fugging hated him."

A few people glance at them in surprise, but that was nothing to Louie grabbing a fistful of dirt and throwing it into the hole. "He was a fucking bastard."

"Louis!" Susanna hissed, mortification on her face.

He shrugged, refusing to look at her. "It's true." He paused, sparing a glance at Cat. "We should fill it in." They wanted nothing more than to crawl into the motel bed again, silently beg for sleep until it finally came, but instead they grabbed a shovel. The others didn't stay for long. Susanna and the twins were the first to go, then Carl and Honey, then Gerald bailed complaining of a hurt back. But Cat and Louie kept at it until the grave was filled. When it was done, they both leaned on the shovels and just breathed. Then he looked over at them. "Wanna go get a drink?"

Of fucking course. They sighed, almost said no, then reconsidered. "Sure, I'm going that way anyway. But just one. I'm fugging tired." It was good though, in a weird way. The exhaustion, the aches, the soreness, the feeling of dirt coating their body, it reminded them that they were mortal, just a regular ass person. It was humbling, and they needed that more than they knew.

He shot a weak grin at them and tossed the shovel down. "You and me both, brother." Brother. It hit them hard (not even the use of brother instead of sibling; they almost didn't even notice that), and defining why exactly it did was hard. Probably because of the turn their relationship had taken before it ever really got to that status. The fact that it hadn't was something they were both painfully aware of as of the last time they talked.

So why adopt them now? "You... you know I'm the one that killed him, right?" His face fell and he nodded.

"I dunno, Cat... I hated that Mourningstar made us different. But it it is what it is, right? You are what you are, I am what I am." He shrugged, the conflict of wanting to believe his father's lies but also wanting to finally dismiss them plain on his face. There was something unsaid, too. Not entirely unsaid, for Louie had already told them that he would accept it if they killed Derick. But that was just a sign of how much he believed in the cult; if his father was misrepresenting their god, why shouldn't their god strike him down? Well, now they finally did.

Maybe, from the perspective of a cultist, he could accept his father's death. But how could he do that and see them as family? "I'd rather be your brother than your god." They'd never wanted to be his - or anyone's - god. But Derick had manipulated them, gotten them to like the power it gave them enough that they went along with it. "But I can't be both."

He ducked his head, bobbing it in a nod. "I need a drink." Cat sighed; of course he did. The two of them headed back into town, taking an all-too familiar route to the bar. Not many people were there, and Louie plopped down at the bar, as he had no doubt done countless times before. Cat sat down next to him, earning a raised eyebrow from Susie, who was already pouring a drink for Louie. "Did you hear?" He asked, and she nodded.

"Yeah." Her gaze slid over to Cat. "You look like shit. Never thought you were the type to get down in the dirt. You drinking?" She'd served them most of the alcohol they'd consumed in their life, but she was also well aware of their distaste for it.

They scoffed. "Water, please. I'm full of surprises." They almost told her that she didn't know them nearly as well as she thought she did, but they didn't have the energy for any sort of argument. Or anything.

Susie rolled her eyes and got them a glass of water. "Apparently not." They didn't respond, just took the glass and took a sip. She leaned against the bar, resting her forearms on the counter. She was staring at them intently, and they did not like that one bit. "So, your boyfriend." Goddamnit. "Is he the one with the accent that yelled at me?"

They could feel Louie looking at them too, but they kept their gaze on Susie. "Yes. The handsome French-Romanian guy that cursed you out is my boyfriend." Their tone invited no more questions, but of course that wasn't going to be enough to stop her.

"How long have you two been together?" She asked, already starting on Louie's next drink. He always knocked the first one back with the desperation of a man that had been dehydrated in a desert for a week and this was the first water he was given.

They leveled an unamused and impatient look at Susie. "Few months. We're very happy. Any other fugging questions?" They knew she wasn't dense enough to miss their hints, she just didn't care. With that gleam in her eye, they knew she couldn't give less of a shit if she tried.

As a matter of fact, she had the audacity to nod as she slid the drink over to Louie. "You've only been together for a few months and you've already got a kid? There's a story there and I wanna hear it." Louie spluttered, earning a glance from Cat. There was a small puddle around his cup now, and he was staring wide-eyed at them. Oh joy.

They rubbed their eyes and swore as a bit of dirt got in them. "You know what, if this is how the evening is going, I'm going to need a drink too." They didn't actually want it, of course, they were really just hoping to divert her. She poured them a glass of moonshine, the only thing besides water on the menu, then looked at them expectantly. Fucking hell. They took a sip, then pushed it away. "I see the swill hasn't improved."

There wasn't an ounce of offense in her eyes. She did cross her arms, though. "You're deflecting."

Yes. Yes they absolutely were. "We adopted a kid. Not that fugging weird. Where can I drop the key tomorrow?" Hopefully that was just enough information with just enough resistance that she knew she wasn't getting anything else out of them.

Susie huffed and uncrossed her arms. "Under the mat." She didn't prod anymore, which they were going to take as a blessing.

"Cool. I'm gonna go get some shut eye. Goodnight, good bye..." They stood up but paused for a brief moment. This was the last time they were going to see these people, the only ones they'd really liked while they were here in their teenaged years. What a last memory, huh? At least it sort of mirrored several of the memories they had with them...

After being largely silent (he always got hyper-fixated on his alcohol when he drank and rarely contributed to conversation), Louie spoke up. "You're not gonna finish that?" Of course.

They rolled their eyes. "Have at it."

Susie was practically burning a hole in their head with her piercing gaze, but they ignored her as they headed for the door. Just as their fingers grazed the handle of the door she called out: "not like you to leave without paying." They froze, closed their eyes, then walked back over to the bar. Cat took their gun out of the holster, emptied the chamber and slapped the bullet down on the counter. Then they were gone.

Cat got back to the motel and threw themself onto the bed without so much as taking their shoes off. They tried to sleep, but the discomfort from having their shoes still on and, even more damning, their weapons still on their person, made it impossible until those things were removed. Even after, it was a bit of a bitch, but eventually they drifted off. When morning rolled around, the only reason they dragged themself up was the thought of staying here any longer, away from their family. And oh god, Creed. Yeah, they needed to get back immediately.

They left the key under the doormat of number three, not sure if Susie meant that mat or hers, but honestly not caring. They didn't have the time or energy for this, they just wanted to get home. Fortunately, the trip back was significantly shorter as they weren't carting around a dead body, which might very well be the first blessing they'd gotten during this whole fucking ordeal.



By the time they returned to the Badlands at long last, night had fallen. It was what, after nine? Something like that? Not too late, so people were still awake. News of their return seemed to travel faster than they did, because by the time they neared the middle of town, people were running towards them. Gav, and a few others, who they didn't note immediately because their boyfriend was running at them.

The next thing they knew, he was jumping into their arms. They caught him and couldn't help it - they spun him around, his legs wrapping around them. They came to a halt after one rotation so they could give him a kiss, and honestly, they couldn't care less about who saw this little display of affection. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." He said against their lips. Their eyes were closed, and honestly they could stay in that moment forever. Then someone cleared their throat - they pulled away enough to see Molly, a man standing beside her. It was at that point that they noticed a weird weight and tension that didn't belong.

Gavril was still clinging onto them, and even if their arms weren't tired and feeling like they were about to fall off (which they were), he couldn't stay there. Something else was going on. "Babe. Put your legs down." He did, with some level of reluctance, and Cat turned to face their mom and the stranger. They were looking at them... expectantly, for some reason, which was certainly confusing. "Mom... who is this?" They glanced from her to the man to Gav, who seemed to know who he was too but wasn't say anything. Their uncertain gaze fell back on their mother, waiting.

//please wait for me to post with Molly before replying!
@Noccy and @truce. since y'all are/will be here too

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 05/26/19 • show
GENERAL   welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues

RECENT EVENTS   done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 05/26/39 ⇥ Cat returned to the Badlands
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Left to bring Derick's body home
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Had a bit of an identity crisis start
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Made up with Molly, had a heart to heart with Gavril
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Had a confrontation with Derick and killed him

APPEARANCE   dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.

PERSONALITY   if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.

RELATIONS   dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close

INTERACTION   i'm taking back the c r o w n
Hard physicallyHard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it


11
C  A  T  A  L  Y  S  T
They hadn’t gotten a goddamn wink of sleep last night. They’d tried, they’d really tried, but it just hadn’t happened. There was too much on their mind, too much had happened. Too much to do, it would be a long time before they got another chance to rest well. Oh fucking well. ”We’re doing an early meeting. Everyone get your arses in the fugging casino.” Their temper was short, patience was low, and for once things weren’t already set up for them. They had their box under their arm, and it was a day early in the morning. Ugh. Nasty. But there was no point in wasting time, nor was there time to waste.

It was actually sort of annoying, having to wait just a few minutes for people to file in. They tapped their finger on their arm impatiently; they had cleaned up a bit since last night, but there were still flecks of dried blood on them. Cat themself was uninjured, but it wouldn’t take a master of perception to tell that something was wrong, that their night had been an unpleasant one. Despite their exhaustion, they leaned against the billiard table, rather than sitting on it.

Finally, enough people gathered that they were able to get this thing going. ”We’ll start with the welcomes, I suppose. We had two joiners, Jackie, my understanding is that her intentions are good but if anyone messes with her they’ll get stabbed. Howard, who kind of makes me wonder how he hasn’t been stabbed already.” They were joking. But it was a joke somewhat in reality, since the kid had his… very own way with words. They dug through the cardboard box and took out two of the necklaces that were worn by every member of the Badlands… except whatever few individuals thought that they were better than this. That’d surely come back to bite them in the ass. ”C’mere, you each get one of these.” They waited for the joiners to take the necklaces, then they were moving on.

”Alright, with that out of the way, let’s talk business. The Insurrection bombed us, tried to blow up the casino. The building we’re in right now. They failed, because every action they take against us causes more harm to them than it does to us. Three of their teenagers are dead, and it was them that killed em, and we’ve got one of their sniper’s captured. But see, here’s the thing.” They started pacing, forward, away from the billiard table, then back towards it.

”If it was just the casino, I could deal with that. It’s just a building, no one was hurt… but then someone was hurt. Creed took a bullet for me, and now she’s been captured by the Insurrection.” They paused, let their own anger fester and spread to the other people in the room. ”But I’m going to have to come back to that in a minute. First, I’d like to recognize the heroes of that event.”

They kept pacing, making brief eye contact with everyone they paced. ”We’ll start with the obvious. Creed. Someone write this down because I want her to have a copy of this when she gets back.” Did they really care if someone wrote it down or not? Not really. ”Let’s start with the obvious. Creed. She’s already proven time and time again her loyalties and capabilities, and now she’s gone and taken a bullet saving my life. Where do I even begin with that?” No one had ever taken damage that was meant for them before, let alone such devastating damage. ”When she gets home, I have every intention of offering her the branded title.” They just hoped that she’d make it home in one piece to receive it. No, they just wanted her to make it home.

Fortunately, the next heroes were actually there to hear it. In the case of one… ugh, they were never going to hear the end of it. In the case of the other… well, one need only look at who they were praising and the complicated history to get an idea that their feelings weren’t black and white. ”Next hero is Paige. Disappeared, bad shit presumably happened and she comes back to chaos. Doesn’t just stand by, though, she recognized the threats and shot one of them in the fugging chest.” They walked over to the box and reached into it. ”Now, I’ve given this to people for less, so rewarding you with a bandanna seems cheap. But you’ve definitely earned this and more.” They held it out for her, waited a few beats for her to take it, then kept going right along.

”Last but not least, mark it on the fugging calendar, Mike. He didn’t hesitate to chase down the people that attacked us, and not only that but he succeeded in capturing the sniper. Now think about that, what that means. We’ve got someone we can interrogate, we’ve got someone we can potentially trade for Creed, and if those things don’t work out, we’ve got someone we can take our frustration out on.” Once more, they reached into the box and withdrew a red bandanna. ”So… Congrats, Mike, this is as close to my good graces as you’re ever gonna get.” Okay, so talking his achievement up had been easier than talking the man himself up. What could they say? He’d done a lot of good for the group, but caused just as much trouble. At least he was in the positive now. As much as that was possible.

Though Cat was done recognizing the heroes of the event, they weren’t done recognizing and rewarding the individuals of the group. ”Alright, so for their general activity and presence around the group, I’d like to promote two people. Probably shoulda done this sooner, buuut kiss my ass.” Alright, whatever approximation of sap they’d been secreting was now all gone. ”Addy, Lucerne, come on up here, trade your red bandannas in for a blue one.” They turned around and withdrew the striped Officer bandannas from the box, holding them out in one hand while the other waited for the old bandannas.

After putting away the old, they clapped their hands together. ”Alright, so here’s the deal. If you’re wondering why I look like shit, it’s because some personal shit just came up last night, so now I’m having to deal with that. I’m going to have to take a little trip, shouldn’t be more than a week or so. I’m putting Addy in charge while I’m away. Don’t do anything weird or crazy, just keep things rolling aand do the rather long list of shit I got for you to do.” Yes, indeed, they’d made a to-do list for the Badlands while they were away. Hopefully if they were focused on that, it’d all go smoothly and it could be productive for everyone.

”Top priority, first and foremost: a plan to rescue Creed. When I get back, that’s gonna pretty much be first on the agenda. Addy, I want you working with Mike since he knows the Insurrection, and really anyone that fancies themself not completely stupid in relevant areas. Sound good? Great.” This was pretty much the only way they could deal with leaving while she was still captured. Fucking hell. Why did this have to be happening all at once? Why was Fate so cruel with Her timing?

They glanced around, eyes settling on Gav for a moment. ”Oh. Right. This is important, but not important-important. I don’t care if that makes sense or not, I can’t remember the last time I’ve gotten a full night’s sleep. I barely remember the last time I got any.” And they didn’t care if that was too much information, either. ”My living room looks like someone died there. Might be because someone did. If someone could help Gav get that cleaned up before Mo sees it, that’d be much appreciated.” Was that going to help the group in any way? No. Would it earn someone points with Catalyst? Yeah, it certainly would.

”Right. Other two things are projects I’ve touched on, but shit keeps hitting the fan and throwing me off. So. The roofs, fortify some, get guards up on the ones that make strategic sense, make sure the ones we can’t use, the Insurrection can’t use either. And the border, when I get back I wanna hear some ideas for marking the border.” Mostly they just didn’t want to lose the thought, but if some progress was actually made, then they wouldn’t have to get bitchy the next time around. And wouldn’t that be nice for everyone?

Cat was pretty sure that was it, was about to dismiss the meeting, but then something else occurred to them. ”One last thing. Anyone weird comes sniffing around for me, you don’t know me.” If asked, they’d probably say something about Insurrectionist assassins, but honestly? They just didn’t want anyone else from Mourningstar showing up and making a scene. ”Okay, that’s it. I gotta get moving, so provided no one has any fugging questions… bye.”

OOC Summary + Announcements
— Welcome to Jackie/Cubs and Howard/Nightwing!
— Both joiners get to have ~ Badlander necklaces ~
— The Insurrection attempted to blow up the casino last meeting, but only did minor damage to the outside. The bombers were killed by an Insurrectionist sniper, and Creed was also shot by said sniper and captured.
— Cat praised Creed and announced their intention to offer her the Branded title when she gets back.
— Cat also commended Paige and Mike and offered them a red bandanna.
— Addy and Lucerne are promoted to Officers and can swap out their bandannas for blue ones.
— Catalyst is leaving temporarily to take care of some personal business (this is lasting for around two weeks icly but their return thread should be going up tomorrow, and I'll still be posting retro unless it's a thread set specifically during their absence).
— Addy is in charge while they're gone, and he's asked to maintain the status quo and do a few things:
—— They want Addy and Mike to come up with a game plan to rescue Creed, with the help of anyone that wants to assist.
—— This isn't anyone in particular, but they'd like someone to help Gav clean up their living room of blood. It's a good way to earn points with them, but other than that doesn't matter much.
—— They want some roofs fortified and made use of by the Badlanders, and anything that they can't or won't use to be blocked off or otherwise made hazardous to the Insurrection.
—— They also want to come back to some ideas about how to mark the border.
— If anyone "weird" comes looking for Cat, the answer is you don't know them.
— They're going to be heading off provided no one has any questions.
— Okay so y'all may or may not know this, but I've been agonizing on how to deal with the promotions and I think I've finally settled on something that works. Members can be promoted for activity even if they haven't been initiated yet, but will have until the next meeting to complete a task to be initiated. If they don't, they'll be demoted until they do. This way I don't have to wait for people to become initiated to promote deserving people, but we keep it consistent with the culture that's been built icly.
— The choice awards have finally been tallied and the results posted here!

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 05/17/19 • show
GENERAL   welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues

RECENT EVENTS   done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Left to bring Derick's body home
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Had a bit of an identity crisis start
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Made up with Molly, had a heart to heart with Gavril
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Had a confrontation with Derick and killed him
⇥ 05/05/39 ⇥ Survived an attack from the Insurrection

APPEARANCE   dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.

PERSONALITY   if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.

RELATIONS   dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close

INTERACTION   i'm taking back the c r o w n
Hard physicallyHard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it


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The Badlands / POWER, OH YOU'VE HAD IT TOO LONG [500th 5K ONESHOT]
« on: May 17, 2019, 02:45:06 PM »
C  A  T  A  L  Y  S  T
TW for cults, violence, gore, torture, death and murder

Derick Harris was a man with a mission. He sensed that the end of the world was coming, and he had a thousand different ideas about it. Some of his ideas were how to survive it, others were about what would come after, how he would ensure the best for himself and his family. And, of course, anyone else that would join him. He managed to assemble a small following, and he was quite effective at figuring out just how to convince people to join him.

Cat wished they could say they were different. But they weren't. Derick came into their life when they were eleven, shortly after they had fled the Young Rogues. It had been a terrible place, filled with violence and hatred, and after just two years they could take it no more. They missed their mother, they missed home. But the Young Rogues were nomadic, and they hadn't the faintest idea how to retrace the steps they'd taken in all that time. Derick had seemed like a kind man, at first, he had a wife and children - a son two years older than Cat, and seven year old twin daughters - and they had welcomed them into the Harris family.

To an extent. There was never any doubt about who Susanna prioritized in her life, never any doubt that they were just something extra. A person, a project her husband wanted to take on and so she took it on too. Lilian and Vivian didn't care for them, and they were the goddamn princesses of the household. They sort of bonded with Louie, though there was always some sort of disconnect.

The only person that they were really close to was the same one that brought them in: Derick. It wasn't long before he knew everything about them, the story of how they were born, their father's leaving, their struggles growing up and how they ran away and joined the Young Rogues, all that happened there and what finally made them leave. They still remembered the night that he looked at them in a new light with vivid detail.

They were in the living room, it was late and the twins had gone to bed. Susanna was in the kitchen washing dishes, and Louie was sleeping over at his friend Gerald's house. Derick was sitting on an armchair by the fire, and Cat was on the floor, reading a book. They were thirteen at the time, though they had begun counting down the months to their fourteenth birthday. The carpet under them was worn, and Derick had been wearing his reading glasses, having just shelved the book he had been reading. He looked at them for a long time in thought, and though at first they tried to ignore it, after a minute it became impossible. "Why are you looking at me like that?" They asked, frowning at him.

He didn't answer immediately, just considered them before saying, "your birth was the catalyst of the blackout." It took a few minutes for the words to truly set in. The world began going dark because they had been born. They were responsible for the darkness and misery and destruction that had set over the world. "Do you know what that means?" They had thought, that night, that they did. They were wrong. The responsibility only scratched the surface.

Derick started slow, easing them into the idea. He didn't immediately proclaim that they were a god, didn't immediately drag them into his cult, he knew he had to be slow and methodical. With all these new ideas he had, he needed them to be as convinced as he was. Eventually he suggested that they take on a new name, one befitting their station. Their station. That was the first time he had alluded to Cat being more than human, more than a sign. He suggested Catalyst. They hadn't really liked it at first, rejecting the notion that they should have to change their name from Scott. But over time, as Derick's hooks burrowed deeper into them, they began liking the idea.

Scott was the name of the person they were before. But now, in this house, they were becoming a new person, the one they were meant to be. A god. In truth, they never really believed that they were a god, and though there were moments when they felt the weight of ending the world really was on their shoulders. There were moments when they did believe that Fate had chosen them to signal the end, but there were also times when they didn't. They might have been destined to be born at the beginning of the blackout, but so were countless other babies.

There was another element to the lore that Derick crafted around them, one that came much later for it was much darker. The idea that their death would extinguish the sun. The world would be well and truly over when they died, and even though they didn't believe it, they'd never see it be proven wrong (unless the world ended before they died, but wouldn't that kill them, fulfilling the prophecy?) because once they died, their world would end. They didn't believe in Heaven or Hell - the latter undoubtedly being their destination if it was real - so they just figured they'd cease to exist. There was nothing after death. There would be no justice for all the people they had wronged, so the idea that they might just cease to exist was a sort of comforting one.

Once Derick had convinced them (to his knowledge) that they were a god, then came a very different kind of training, one that set in even deeper than the fake lore. He taught them how to act like the “god” that they were, how to deceive and manipulate others and convince them of the lie. They had to play the part, be just as convincing, if not more than Derick. And with some time and practice, they mastered it.

It was a point of pride, for a while, how easily they duped people. That they were able to convince their followers of their power so completely that they wouldn’t believe that they weren’t all-powerful, even if it was Cat that argued it. Their perception had gotten to the point that, between that and the information that was relayed to them (usually through Derick or Susie, depending), they were able to convince some of the cultists that they were capable of reading minds. Even when they said that they couldn’t, Honey would insist that they could.

That was one of the reasons that Cat had wanted to leave; they couldn’t stand how stupid and gullible the members of Mourningstar were, sold on the bullshit to the point that they wouldn’t accept the truth from the person they supposedly held above all else. But, of course, it was Derick that was the final straw. Everyone in the cult was growing more fanatical, but it wasn’t for no reason. He was stirring them all up, testing their devotion in ways that made Cat bite their lip in hesitation. They weren’t the mastermind, Derick was, he was the one pulling the strings and controlling everything. They were just the figurehead.

But what he wanted to do to those that failed his tests, those he deemed disloyal to Catalyst and likely to spread “false propaganda” (as if what he was telling them wasn’t false propaganda), that was just the final nail in the coffin. Perhaps it wasn’t the worst thing he had done, but it was still awful. Suppressing any dissent, any free thought, without actually culling the herd.

So Cat made the decision to pack up their things and leave. The night they left they only spoke to two people, Louie and Susie, the former because he happened to be in the kitchen when they were leaving, and the latter because despite the recent months of silence, in honor of their old friendship they wanted to tell her they were leaving. Then they were gone.

Susie had eventually tracked them down, but fortunately no one else had. As much as they hadn’t been happy to see her again, they were glad that it had been her and not someone that had actually been in Mourningstar. Now they could only hope that she didn’t relay their whereabouts to Louie or Derick. So far no one else had come to bother them, so they could only assume she hadn’t.

It was night. Mo was long since put to bed, Gav had just drifted off, but Cat was still struggling to rest. Letting their guard down enough to sleep had become damn near impossible ever since adopting Mo, between the paranoia of something happening to her or Gav or Cat themself and wanting to be awake if she started fussing. Before she came into the picture, it had never been a problem for them. They liked getting their beauty sleep, and never had any trouble getting it unless there was some outside factor preventing them.

They were trying to sleep as best they could, and they were gradually becoming drowsy. Gavril’s head was on their chest, one arm slung over their waist. One of Cat’s hands still rested in his hair, and the other laid on top of his spine. They were still getting used to this, in all honesty. They’d never shared a bed with someone for more than a night, let alone with anyone half as cuddly as their boyfriend was.

Their fingers traced over the ridges of his spine as they tried to get their mind to quiet. All was well, there was no reason for them to still be awake. That’s when the pounding started, loud, on the door below. They jumped, causing a muffled response from Gav. I’m the leader. They reminded themself. It’s important, yeah, but not necessarily an emergency. It’s fine. They started to slide out from under Gavril, not wanting to disturb him if it wasn’t necessary. ”Catalyst!”

Their blood ran cold. They knew that voice. He was screaming their name, pounding on their door. He’d found them. They pushed Gav off of them, none too gently. ”Wake up.” Within seconds Cat was on their feet, scrambling for their weapons. Gun. Should they bring a gun? Was Derick here to kill them or kidnap them? Their fingers closed around the handle of one of their knives, they pulled it out of its sheath and then reached into the pocket of their jacket, digits sliding into the cool, familiar metal of their brass knuckles. No, they weren’t going to face him with the weapon they despised and only carried so they could meet the threat of the Insurrection, they were going to face him with the weapons that felt right in their hands, the weapons he had put there.

Gavril was sitting up and rubbing his eyes. ”Cat?” He sounded confused and almost hurt by the rough awakening. Cat straightened up and faced him. ”Listen to me, okay? Someone is here, someone bad. You need to get Mo and go out the back to Molly’s. Don’t talk to anyone you don’t know.” They stuck the knife in the waistband of their pajama pants and took the gun from the holster on top of their dresser. They walked over and gave it to Gav, who seemed thoroughly worried. ”Just in case. I’ll come get you when it’s safe.”

He got to his feet and planted a kiss on their lips, fleeting but firm. The knocking was still continuing, with occasional shouts of their name. Gav disappeared down the hall to get Mo, and they headed downstairs to go answer the door. They paused, eyes shutting as they tried to summon the courage to open the door and face the man that had both saved and ruined them.

”Catalyst!”

That snapped them out of the almost dazed state they’d been in. They heard the back door open, and knew that if they didn’t open the door, Derick would go after Gavril and Mo. So they unlocked it and pulled it open, their carefully crafted facade slipping away as they set eyes on him. It was all there on their face, just how much they hated him. Good thing it was dark. ”Catalyst. At long last, I’ve found you.”

They did the only thing they could think to do. They punched him.

It was with their bare fist, their right hand, but still, it sent him staggering backwards and clutching his mouth. He was shocked. They heard the sound of a door opening and closing - Gav had made it to Molly’s, good. ”Get in the fugging house.” They weren’t going to do this in the street, where anyone might witness. Having the Badlands find out about Mourningstar was somehow less preferable to inevitably getting blood all over their living room. And if that didn’t say something, they didn’t know what did.

He opened his mouth, but Cat gave him a look that invited no argument, so he just ducked past them into the living room. ”Look, I understand that you’re mad.” He said, hand still hovering by his face. Overdramatic. He was fine. He’d have a bruise, if he made it out, but he wasn’t bleeding or anything.

”Shut the fug up.” They said, slamming shut the door behind them. He retreated deeper into the living room a few steps. ”You’re here to bring me back, yeah?” He nodded. ”Well let me save us both some time, I’m not going back.” The idea made them recoil. No. They’d rather die than return to Mourningstar.

Derick lowered his hand and looked at them with a strange certainty. ”You’ve been away for a long time, Catalyst, you’ve lost sight of things.” He spread his hands before him, palms out. ”But I can take you back, things can go back to normal now. It’ll be okay.” Cat closed the gap and Derick smiled, spreading his arms like he expected them to want to hug him. Even if you took out the years they’d been gone, it had still been years since the man had even let them embrace him. After becoming their little puppet, they had only tried that once. The refusal had hurt enough that they never tried again. Hell, even when they were just the kid he had adopted, he’d given them very little affection.

They slammed their left fist - the one with the brass knuckles - into his stomach. He doubled over and clutched his stomach, a pained groan escaping his lips. ”I promised myself if I ever saw you again, I'd kill you. I'd make it as slow and painful as you deserve. But at the end of it all, I'd kill you, and I'd be free of all of your bullshit and evil.”

He looked up at them, that weird certainty still there. ”Have you changed your mind? Will you come back?” How the fuck did he get “I’m going to come back” from “I’ve been planning on killing you”? It actually dumbfounded them for a good few seconds. Jesus. He really was in it, wasn’t he? He couldn’t even comprehend that what he was doing was wrong or fucked up, couldn’t comprehend that Cat could genuinely want no part of it anymore. After they’d given him no signs that they would ever want to return, after signaling pretty damn clearly that the opposite was true.

Cat stared at him. He wasn’t a stupid man, not by any means. Had he managed to fit his head even further up his own ass than it had been before? ”No…” They shook their head; the disbelief was apparent in their voice, but it shifted to firm resolve. ”No. My resolve is the same. Nothing will change that. You can beg, you can plead that your family needs you, you can try and manipulate me all you want. It won't work.”

A small smile appeared on his lips as he shook his head. ”I won't beg for my life, Catalyst, it's yours to take. My family will manage without me.” He was sick. He had to be, there had to be something wrong. Normal, healthy people didn’t just say shit like that. He got one thing right, though. His family would miss him, but Louie was what, twenty-three now? The girls were seventeen? They’d be fine, so would Susanna. Hell, maybe they’d even be better off without his Mourningstar bullshit. Maybe they could get out and live normal lives.

They stepped closer, bending a bit so that they were eye level with him. He met their gaze, that same goddamn certainty still there. They hated him just a little bit more than they had seconds before, something that they didn’t even know was possible until that very moment. ”Oh, I know they will. You know what Louie said to me before I left?” Derick gave the subtlest shake of his head. Cat shifted closer, leaving almost no space between them. ”He’d have me kill you.” More or less. It wasn’t like Louie wanted his father dead, he’d just been thoroughly indoctrinated in the cult of Cat.

To their absolute shock, a smile spread across Derick's lips and he tilted his head back. ”Louie's a good boy.” Cat's lip curled; he was proud of the indoctrination of his son, glad that he believed the lies to the point that he was more loyal to the cult than his own father.

Cat stepped back away from him and crossed their arms. ”Yeah. It’s a shame what you did to him.” Derick straightened up to his full height, keeping eye contact with them. Unafraid of what was coming. Did he realize they were going to pummel his face first in hopes of getting that look off his face?

”And you?” He guessed.

They stuck their jaw out a bit and pursed their lips. ”Yeah. And me.” He had given them many a kindness, welcoming them into his home, letting them join his family, granting them a place in the world. But that place had rapidly become corrupted, and even if Catalyst had done little to nothing to change from the person he made them, done little to nothing to change what they put out into the world, they were still bitter about what they had become.

Derick tilted his head to the side, lips parting slightly in disbelief. ”I helped you achieve your destiny! You are a god, Catalyst, and you're meant to be with the ones that recognize that!” The earnest voice that he used had convinced them time and time again to go along with him when they were younger, but no more. They weren't the naive kid they were back then, and they hadn't depended on him in years.

They shook their head as they reached behind them, pulling out the knife from their waistband. Derick's eyes widened at the sight. ”Before I kill you, I want to know if you really believed it. In me.” That was something they always wondered, especially after leaving. There was an adeptness to his manipulation that surely came from an awareness of what he was doing, but never, not once, had he ever acted like he didn’t believe what he was saying. Was that just part of the manipulation, or did he honestly think that Cat was a god?

A strange look made its way into his face, a bizarre mix of pride and smugness. It was the most unsettling face he'd made that night, and that was saying something. ”Belief had nothing to do with it. I was right.” They're not sure what they were expecting, but that definitely wasn't it. It actually made them angry, that he was calm and cool, feeling vindicated as he stared his death in the face. Did that mean he really believed his lies? Or was he so committed to his deceit that he couldn't bear to let up, even for a second?

”You aren't right! All you've ever done was lie, and if you told the truth it was a coincidence.” Their anger is boiling to the surface, and they're clenching their knife in their hand. They could do it now, do it so quickly and easily. But when had Derick ever made things quick or easy? He didn't deserve that.

Derick shut his eyes, looking as if what they had said had gone through one ear and out the other. He seemed weirdly peaceful. ”I’m ready.” He announced. For a moment they hesitated; not because he deserved to live or they were suddenly developing a conscious or mercy. But because he wanted this, he wanted to die by Cat's hand and feel like he was right. They wanted to make sure he never hurt anyone else, they wanted their revenge for all he had done to them. But it was somehow tainted by him wanting the end result. Their moment of confliction was short lived.

They punched him again, hard enough that he fell to the ground. For all they knew this was a cunning manipulation; he was certainly skilled enough at it for that to be possible. Keeping up that awful facade while convincing them to spare him. Stop it. They snarled, crouching next to him and pulling him up by his collar, holding the knife to his throat. ”This is it. Just fugging stop.”

He turned his head to the side and spat out a mouthful of blood, some of it clinging to his lips and chin. ”You might think you can run from your destiny, but all you've done is meet it. You'll see your mistake soon. Maybe you'll realize that with my death.” More blood was bubbling up between his lips. Well, he was right about one thing: it was their destiny to end his life. However, he was wrong in thinking that they were going to realize that he was right all along… because he wasn't, and they weren't.

What happened next wasn't pretty, it wasn't pleasant. They punched him again, head snapping back and hitting the wall. His hand flew to his mouth, and they realized they'd knocked a tooth loose. He turned his head to the side but before he could spit it out, they clapped their hand over his mouth. ”Swallow it.” His eyes widened in surprise and disbelief. ”Do it.” That’s when fear entered Derick’s eyes, that’s when the man started to shake under them. They shoved him, hitting his head against the wall again.

Then… he did it. He swallowed the tooth. Not without difficulty, but still. They didn’t remove their hand though, not just yet. ”You thought that this was going to be a clean death, yeah?” They paused expectantly, then he gave a small nod that might have gone unnoticed where they not holding his head. ”But it’s not. It’s going to be slow a agonizing, a small price to pay for what you did.” They tilted their cranium to the side. ”Monstrous deeds from the kid you made a monster.”

They pushed away from him and stood up. ”Get up.” They ordered, and after a moment he complied, still shaking. They lashed out again, this time sending him deeper into the living room, away from the couch and the entrance, to the part of the room they didn’t use as much. He managed to stay on his feet, but just barely. He straightened up, trying to maintain his composure as they walked just past him, standing almost shoulder to shoulder. They slammed their heel into the inside of his knee, sending him to his knees. Cat went behind him and kicked him square in the back, sending him crashing all the way down.

They dropped to a crouch next to him, grabbed his shoulders and lifted him before slamming his head into the ground again. The knife that was still in their hand bit into his neck under his ear, but they paid no mind to that. ”I didn’t used to be this way, Derick. This violence. This wasn’t me until I met you.” They stood up and delivered a kick to his side. In the darkness it was hard to see, but now they were starting to be able to tell just how badly his face was getting fucked up. Dark liquid covered his pale face and neck, stained their floor.

”I was good.” They kicked him again, and as a dozen emotions they’d fought for years to keep buried came to the surface, it felt good, good to take the anger and hatred (both of themself and him) out on someone. ”You ruined me.” Catalyst may have embraced the person they had become, the one that killed and hurt, that destroyed rather than created, but that was because they saw no other alternative. There was no other way to survive in this world, and Fate wanted them to be this way. Change was impossible.

But oh how they wished that they weren’t this person, that Fate’s plans would someday take them down a better path. How they wished this man hadn’t turned them into a false god, hadn’t taken their limits and morals and stripped them away. They had been a child that survived two years of the Young Rogues without becoming compromised, but in just a bit longer than that he figured out how he could do what Miles and Tammy had failed to do. And there was no going back.

And yet, somehow, they’d been among the luckiest of his victims. The others had been beaten down and hurt in countless other ways, forced to do terrible things of their own. They’d been placed on a pedestal, literally held sacred. Their esteem had been built up higher than it should have been, but everyone else’s had been torn to pieces and reconstructed how Derick liked.

He pushed himself to his feet and they could see something in his eyes, something in his facade cracking. ”If you’re so unhappy with yourself, why not change?” He must be able to see it in their face because he grins with bloodstained teeth. ”Because you can’t, this is who you’re meant to be.” They hate him. They hate him so fucking much, they hate that they share some of his beliefs and they hate this helpless feeling.

Cat punched him yet again, and this time there was a sickening crack of bones breaking. Derick staggered back and clutched his face, leaving his stomach unprotected. They lunged forward, striking with the knife for the first (purposeful) time. The blade cut through clothes and bit through flesh. Derick cried out, and whatever they were holding back before is unleashed. They attacked, swinging their fist and slashing with their blade, not even caring if it connected.

It wasn’t long before they were both on the floor, in a growing puddle of blood. Self preservation finally kicked in and Derick started struggling, but it was no use. They’d done too much damage already and were at a distinct advantage. Several minutes passed before they realized his body had grown completely still. The realization made them cease in their attacks, but it did not make them still. No, that would require them to stop shaking and nothing in the world could make them stop shaking in that moment.

It was hitting them now, what they had done. Who they had done it to. Sitting there, in a pool of blood next to a ruined body. The ruined body of the man that had taken them in and raised them, given them an education. He had been a monster and destroyed the child that they had once been, but he hadn’t been without kindness. He’d been the closest thing to a father they’d had, after their real one took off and died when they were three.

He hadn’t just been a father to them, though. He had three kids, his flesh and blood, and a wife. Cat had claimed they’d be better off, but would they really? Sure, they’d lost the man that forced them into a cult, but they’d also lost a provider, a husband, a father, a man that through it all they loved. Did they know where he’d gone? Would they come looking for him? There should be no shortage of people to send.

He was a monster. He deserved this. He deserved this and more, so why did they feel like throwing up? Why did it feel like there were flames licking at the edges of their body and vision? The red cloud had lifted, but now there was this heat, this intensity. Like they were already baking in hell for what they'd done. They’d do it again if they had to. They’d do it again and be just as brutal. They didn’t regret this. This wasn’t a mistake.

They rose to their feet and flexed their fingers, letting the knife and brass knuckles fall to the floor, landing with a dull thud and small splash. Killing was easier, they decided, when you didn’t have any connection to the person you were killing. They looked down at themself, at the room around them. Well shit. Their pajamas were ruined, but as they took in the scene around them, they couldn’t help but be far more concerned about the blood-covered living room. Fuck.

It was too late for this. They were too exhausted - both emotionally and physically - to even think about cleaning this right now. It’d probably just be harder in the morning, but they couldn’t bring themself to care. They stripped off their shirt and pants, using any clean parts to dry their feet so they wouldn’t track blood through the house, and their hands so they wouldn’t leave obvious traces on everything they touched.

There was the dull awareness in the back of their mind that there was something that they were forgetting. They didn’t quite realize what it was until they got to their room and saw the empty bed. Oh shit. Oh shit. Gavril and Mo. They quickly put on the first clothes that they could find (which they were pretty sure was one of Gav’s shirts and a pair of pants they had worn three days ago but not yet washed), then they were racing next door, not even bothering with shoes.


//Wow okay, so that was 5k words and if you made it through all of that you get a cookie! This isn't open for ic replies but you can track it and leave comments if you'd like. The briefest summary is that Derick came knocking on Cat's door late at night, they sent Gav w Mo to Molly's, had a confrontation with Derick and killed him, then went to see their family.

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 05/17/19 • show
GENERAL   welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues

RECENT EVENTS   done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 05/17/39 ⇥ Had a confrontation with Derick and killed him
⇥ 05/05/39 ⇥ Survived an attack from the Insurrection

APPEARANCE   dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.

PERSONALITY   if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.

RELATIONS   dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close

INTERACTION   i'm taking back the c r o w n
Hard physicallyHard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it


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The Badlands / A DAY IN THE LIFE [open]
« on: May 14, 2019, 07:02:28 PM »
//yeah there is an ic point of all this a few paragraphs down, but I also wanted to do a lil check in for how they're doing before Shit Goes Down

Waking up was a slow process for a number of reasons. There was the fact that they never seemed to get enough sleep these days, and combining tiredness with laziness didn't make for a great recipe for getting up. Then add Gav, invariably touching them somehow, spooning them or full-on sleeping on top of them, at the very least touching them with an arm or a leg. If they disturbed him getting up, he'd try to get them to stay. Sometimes they listened, just for a few minutes, but today was not one of those days.

Cat dragged themself up and out of bed after giving Gav a quick good morning kiss, then they headed to the bathroom to shave, do their hair, and so on. By the time they got back to the bedroom, Gavril was still in bed, still stubbornly refusing to get up. They rolled their eyes and started getting dressed, then they had to track down the jacket they'd worn the previous day so they could get their black and white bandanna and the brass knuckles.

By then Mo was starting to wake up, and Gav finally got up to take care of her while Cat went downstairs to get breakfast for them all. One quick meal later, they were kissing him good bye (with Mo tugging at the bandanna on their arm until they pressed a kiss to the top of her head too). After that Cat was out, making a quick stop by the casino and making a quick round of the territory before getting to what they were really concerned about: the roofs.

Cat had been up on them many times before, so they knew at least a good portion of the ways up onto them. So they headed up, wandering around, trying to figure out if they should make all of the roofs hostile to anyone that would be on them, just some of them, or make sure that there were Badlanders stationed on them so that they could make use of their territory. It was annoying, how every advantage of theirs could apparently be co-opted by the enemy.

They paused, rubbing their face with their hands. They had a million and one fucking things to worry about, dozens of questions to answer all at once, and they had no good answers. They sighed, then kept moving, going to inspect the distance between this one and the next. What, five feet? Too far to safely jump, but get a board or something up here and it'd be easy to cross. Any difficulties they'd put on one building to restrict access wouldn't mean shit if you could just get up on another.

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 05/05/19 • show
GENERAL   welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues

RECENT EVENTS   done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 04/20/39 ⇥ Released Northstar from Badlands occupation
⇥ 04/16/39 ⇥ Was saved by Sheogorath
⇥ 04/15/39 ⇥ Took the Badlands brand

APPEARANCE   dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.

PERSONALITY   if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.

RELATIONS   dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close

INTERACTION   i'm taking back the c r o w n
Hard physicallyHard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it

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The Badlands / The Casino AND HE DON'T KNOW HOW TO CUSS [MEETING + EXPLOSION]
« on: May 04, 2019, 05:56:33 PM »
The last... what, three, four missions? Those had been a break from their usual formula in one form or another, but this one... it was a return to normal. Cat was perched on a billiard table in the middle of the casino, no injuries on display, no baby in their arms. Did that always mean it would be a calm, peaceful evening? No, of course not. This was Catalyst we're talking about here... though they did appear to be half asleep as they waited for people to file in.

Never a dull day... except this one apparently.


//hella rushed




Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 04/27/19 • show
GENERAL   welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
Boss (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues

RECENT EVENTS   done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 04/20/39 ⇥ Released Northstar from Badlands occupation
⇥ 04/16/39 ⇥ Was saved by Sheogorath
⇥ 04/15/39 ⇥ Took the Badlands brand
⇥ 04/08/39 ⇥ Had a huge fight with Molly

APPEARANCE   dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. One of the easiest to notice is one that stretches down their right cheek. While not a scar, one very notable marking on their chest is the "BL" brand. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.

PERSONALITY   if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.

RELATIONS   dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
⇥ Adopted parent of Molly Valentina Darrow-Lupei (Mo)
Pansexual/Panromantic ⇥ Very much taken ⇥ One Crush
⇥ Not looking but it happened ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close

INTERACTION   i'm taking back the c r o w n
Hard physicallyHard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Carries a handgun
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it

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DIRECTORY
—— Introduction
—— Basics
—— Physical I
—— Physical II
—— Mental I
—— Mental II
—— Mental III
—— Religion
—— Relationships I
—— Relationships II
—— History
—— Plots
—— Inventory
—— Strengths
—— Weaknesses
—— Combat
—— Writing
—— Quotes
—— Relevant Links
—— Playlist
—— References
—— Aesthetics























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