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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.

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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 / Re: ◜ EVERYTHING I CHERISH / OPEN ◞
« on: May 17, 2019, 02:09:36 PM »
They didn't get the relationship that Tydeus and Bonesaw had. They were pretty sure that was one of those relationships that no one would ever be able to understand, but looking from the outside looking in, it didn't seem pretty. Maybe they were wrong (they weirdly hoped they were), maybe it was wrong to judge it, but if they were right? Well shit.

Not that they saw fit to intervene. Tyd wasn't their friend, wasn't someone they had some sort of duty to look after. Besides, whatever line they were walking on with the duo, the one where they occasionally verbally sniped at each other but did nothing else... it was a dangerous line, but crossing it would be more dangerous. Was crossing it worth it? No, not right now.

"No." They said, crossing their arms. "But I guess you're done waiting. Lucky you." And there he was, the man with the gauntlet himself. "No one cares. Except you, apparently." They had their own brand, their own way of doing things. People could dislike or judge it, even speak out against it, but were they going to change? No.

//this is what the kids call A Mess

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 / Re: DARK ROMANTICA | JOINING
« on: May 17, 2019, 01:43:02 PM »
Not her blood, that was good to know. Less work for Lucerne, that was for sure. Someone had tried robbing her, and she'd taken care of it. Even better to know. "We've always got room for people that can handle themselves." They commented, pausing for a moment before adding: "I usually like getting people's names before letting them in, though."

It was just smart to try and get an idea of who was being given access to their group, their home, their family. As much as you could get an idea for these things in times like this, when background checks are a thing of the past and all you could do was go off of people's word. Occasionally someone in the Badlands would know who arrived, but all too often they were unwilling to speak of the past to prevent the person from joining. It wasn't often that someone actually gave a good reason to bar someone entrance.

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

5
//tw for death, gore, violence, etc

Holy shit. Was that Paige? They had indeed noticed her absence, though with everything going on and the fact that people came and left all the time, they hadn't thought to put an expedition together to find her. She had tried playing that she was harmless, but that had fallen apart and they knew she wasn't. And hey, just look, she shot one of the fleeing bombers with a goddamn crossbow.

Before they could even open their mouth to greet her or... do something, shots rang out. One by one, all three Insurrectionists dropped to the ground, graphic holes blown through their heads by bullets that rained down from the roofs. "Get back!" They yelled, suddenly terrified that Paige would be the next teenager they saw die.

But it wasn't Paige that got shot next. It was Creed, and as they turned their head to see where she stood - it wasn't hard to see that the bullet she took was meant for them. Cat darted over to her, helped her to get under cover. "Medic!" They yelled, "Someone!" They didn't stay with her. Their greatest mistake of that day. Of that month. They didn't stay, because they couldn't let that bastard that just shot her get away with it. They tore after Mike.

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

6
The Badlands / Re: ◜ EVERYTHING I CHERISH / OPEN ◞
« on: May 14, 2019, 09:20:49 PM »
For a minute, they had wondered if the bone-white thorn and its pale strawberry "friend" had finally left their side. Then Bones had showed up in the rain, and they knew that Tydeus was still around too. Somewhere. Unless Bones had gotten bored, which they couldn't help but hope wasn't the case. They might not be all that fond of him, but they didn't want him dead. Not yet, anyway.

And sure enough, the painted man with the gauntlet hadn't gotten bored of his collared toy. Because there Tydeus was, fingers tangled in a mess of wires. Cat had been walking by, but paused when they saw him. "What the fug are you doing?" First Lucerne, thinking he was going to become an electrician and save the world, now Tyd was messing with some wires?

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

7
When they were born, the lights went out. When they cried, they came back on. That sounded edgy and fake, but it was true. They just so happened to be born not only in the area first affected by the blackout, but as it began. They'd never not known a world untouched by the apocalypse, and the idea of anything else was ridiculous.

That wasn't to speak of how for a few years they'd been made out to be some sort of god whose birth signaled the end. That was even more ridiculous in their eyes than one man thinking he was going to reverse the virus. The world of old was far too complicated to be solved by one man, too many things had gone into it that required a range of different skill sets. But hey, theoretically anything could be possible, right? At least that didn't involve supernatural bullshit.

Still, Cat can't help but snort a laugh when Lucerne proclaims that he's going to save the world. "And which crisis is that, Doc? Gonna bring vaccines back, or re-industrialize the world to produce enough food for the population? No, Addy said you're playing at being an electrician..." They rolled their eyes and took a sip of the mysterious drink in their hand. "I never took you for an optimist, Lucerne."

//I'm sorry that Cat's such an asshole

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

8
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

9
There was silence, at least they were pretty sure there was silence. They could still hear the blood roaring in their ears, and the sound was downright deafening. It was bad enough that some teenagers had tried to blow up their fucking casino. It was bad enough that they had been sniped before they could get any information, but you know what? They could live with that, because none of their people had gotten hurt. And then one of them had. Creed, taking a bullet that was meant for them.

They couldn't really process all of the implications of that right now, all they could do was drag her into cover and scream for someone to come help her. Then they were off, running after Mike and whoever he was chasing. Their brain wasn't entirely rational right now, but with how many people had been shot in front of them, how could they be sure that the red in their vision was just a trick.

At last they caught up, Mike walking towards them with a knife to an unknown man's throat. "Is this the bastard that shot Creed?" They asked, raising a hand and pointing at him. Their fingers were already in their brass knuckles, and they'd switched the gun for a knife.

//muse is being a shit rn

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

10
Considering everything that had happened, they'd barely had the chance to spare a thought towards Paige. Their first priority had to be securing the Badlands, seeing as there had been an attack in the heart of the territory. Not on the fringes, but on the casino, with snipers on the roofs. Ensuring no one else got hurt was vital, but now things had calmed down and they finally had a moment to talk to Paige.

They'd seen her from their house, sitting by the water. So, Cat headed down, though by the time they finally got there Lucerne was there. Alright, so perhaps they couldn't do the full interrogation they had been planning, but that was fine. "Yeah. Thanks." They muttered, stuffing their hands into their jacket pockets. "So... you good? I haven't seen you in forever." Great job, Cat.

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

11
The Badlands / Re: 「 RUN BOY RUN ︱ JOINING ; O. 」
« on: May 13, 2019, 01:10:29 PM »
In the middle between Catalyst and Mike was never a good place to be, especially when you weren't being cooperative. "Maybe not his, but it's mine, and I'm the one you need to worry about." They might not look like much, an irritated half drowned rat, especially when you put them next to the imposing figure of Michael, but they were the one in charge. And, more or less, Mike would listen to them. Not that they were likely to sic him on a teenager; they were trying to train him out of that habit, they weren't going to encourage it unless it was absolutely necessary.

And a kid that was even scrawnier than Cat? They weren't worried about needing Mike's help that much. "You're like eight. How do you even know what that is?" They asked, raising an eyebrow. That was about all they had as far as patience was concerned, though. "You can get the fug out of my territory and stay in the rain or come talk to me. Your choice."

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

12
The Badlands / Re: DO I AFRAID YOU ? | open, reading
« on: May 09, 2019, 09:00:51 PM »
//tw for violence

In their teenage years, they never had backup, even when surrounded by numerous "friends". It was those "friends" - really cultists - that got them into the fights, that stood on the sidelines while they were either pummeled or did the pummeling. Somehow, it had been safer to walk alone than with companions, but these days the reverse as true. They had enemies, enemies that would gladly put a bullet in their skull if they weren't careful.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" No one would ever be getting answers to what was in their glass, not from Catalyst themself nor the man that had gotten them the drink. Except maybe Gavril. That was it. They listen to her read with a face that was void of expression aside from a raised eyebrow. "I think that says more about you than me, but okay." What the hell did they know about Christian Grey anyway? Just what she told them, and honestly, that was more than enough.

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

13
The Badlands / Re: I BUY SOME NEW FRIENDS — JOINING
« on: May 09, 2019, 01:39:07 AM »
Cat's what they call a fucking idiot.

They ran away from home when they were nine. They hadn't felt safe there anymore, but that was the fault of the neighborhood kids that had followed them home, not Molly. They'd gotten it into their head that it would be better for both of them if they just... left. The idea to bring her with them hadn't even occurred to them, and thus, they'd been separated for nearly twelve years.

Now they were reunited. Reunited but not speaking. The years had changed Cat, and she didn't like or endorse the changes. Despite this, they were glad she was back in their life, glad she was able to be in the life of her granddaughter. Even months after the initial adoption, they still couldn't believe that they were a parent now. They never wanted Mo to have to be without them or Gav, or to be in harm's way. They knew that it would happen someday, but they liked to pretend that so long as she was in their arms, or their boyfriend's arms, she'd be okay.

What was so bad about the Badlands? "Your breath." They rolled their eyes. "We ain't good people here, kid. That's gonna have something to do with it." Were they the worst one here? Well, that was pretty subjective, but they had a long list of sins that was at least as tall as them - and that was only briefly summarizing. Details would make it even longer. Cat grabbed the bottle of water with their free hand and took a swig, then held it out to Percy. "My face is blank but my insides are screaming." Total deadpan sarcasm.

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 / Re: ◜ . can i breathe? ┊joining . ◞
« on: May 09, 2019, 01:08:22 AM »
Cat silently observed the interaction for a few minutes, Peaches' request to join and Angel's immediate refusal. Mike, for whatever reason, backing Angel up but acknowledging that it wasn't his place to make the call. Even if he was self aware, both were pushing all kinds of buttons. "Both of you shut up." They rolled their eyes.

"You don't get to decide who gets accepted and who doesn't. Only I can do that. You wanna give me a valid reason why she can't stay, maybe I'll listen to you, otherwise Peaches can join." It didn't sound like there'd be a good reason, aside from what... she was soft? Gabe was soft. He did alright.

//my muse? idk her


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

15
The Badlands / Re: 「 RUN BOY RUN ︱ JOINING ; O. 」
« on: May 09, 2019, 12:39:31 AM »
It had been so nice out these past few weeks; spring was undoubtedly in the air, and they were actually enjoying it. It was pleasant, and Mo had been especially enjoying it. They couldn't really argue with that, could they? Even if they dreaded the eventual heat that summer would bring. Do they give up their aesthetic, or sweat? Both were unthinkable.

Fortunately, they didn't have to do anything right now. Well, that wasn't true, since the clouds had rolled in and they were not hanging around in the rain. Unfortunately, they were a good ways away from any shelter, but now there was another matter: some kid they didn't recognize was charging along the beach, Michael going up to greet him.

Since everyone that came into the Badlands went through them, they knew that he wasn't some member they hadn't met yet... and that they'd have to talk to him pretty much immediately. So Catalyst stalked over to them, clearly annoyed by the rain droplets pounding down on them. "Inside." They growled; normally they did the interviews or whatever outside, away from the city, but in these circumstances? Nah. Fuck that.

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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