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Doug Ramsey. Mutant omniglot. Techno-Zombie Extraordinaire. Warlock! Let me write my own-- Selfsoulfriend. Captain of the Starship Warlock. Mosthandsomebrilliantdearfriend in all of-- All right, buddy. Whatever you say. {Selective RP Blog. Read first.}...

[ephemeraltea]

Ok but which part of ur otp unironically calls themselves “a fucking delight” and which one immediately snorts

[d-cyphered]

ric: fuck if you get on at all this month your Halloween url should be poordeaddoug

[forceshielded-deactivated201812]

Rescue Mission

[landlocke]

skiddingagent:

d-cyphered:

Doug hadn’t expected to find the answer tucked away in a well-organized database, of course. SHIELD didn’t have much more than the X-Men did, and neither boasted the expansive database that he – well, that Warlock – maintained. But he wasn’t looking for a treasure map so much as sifting for puzzle pieces.

Black Womb knew all too well the abilities of mutants, especially those they had…tampered with. They were careful. They knew 2 and 2 made 4, so they erased 1 here, 1 there, split what remained into thirds, secreted it away and buried their signals, shredded their clues.

But they couldn’t control the weather. A record cold spell in New Mexico had sent electricity usage plummeting as everyone got a reprieve from the heat, all save for one isolated area. Comparing it with a map of ‘abandoned’ facilities and a few other rumors of activity in the SHIELD system, Doug soon had the answer.

“I think I’ve got it.” He sent the coordinates to Warlock, who immediately began overriding SHIELD drones in the area to conduct some transmode signal monitoring of his own. A moment later Warlock gave a nod, and Doug set about erasing all traces of his activity from Sally’s computer. “Five to transport.” He looked back to Sally. “You’re coming with us….right?”

skiddingagent

Sally nodded, standing up and grabbing her gun, putting it in the holster on her hip. “Of course I’m coming with. These people need to be taken down, and no offense, but I have more training than any of you when it comes to this sort of thing.” She paused. “Also, I can make sure we have immunity if we get caught during any of this. You guys don’t have that without me.” 

She turned to the rest of the group. “How are we getting there?”

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Normally Dee-Ell would have beamed and wiggled his fingers but instead he simply held out both of his hands. “I need the exact co-ordinates or I might end up in a wall and we all die.” He said bluntly. 

“Just…Grab me and then onto each other.” He didn’t want to admit that he was more than a little nervous. 

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[d-cyphered]

Doug tried not to flinch when Sally went for her gun -- it wasn’t as if anyone watched him as carefully as he watched them, after all -- but he couldn’t help a hard swallow. They were off to storm an enemy compound and get his son back, of course they needed weapons. (But she was---shields and protection and pearls skittering over a floor, not--) Not every problem could be mastered by using one’s brain as a weapon, he more than knew that, he--

Oh, he thought distantly, heightened propensity due to-- extenuating circumstances-- elevated stress--

He could barely make himself reach out for Dee, hands clutched trembling inside the pockets of his jacket. Breathing exercises never did much for him, but the second he sucked in a breath, a familiar lightness filled his veins. A soft touch at his wrist, then tendrils curled more firmly -- Warlock slinking in close, then hesitantly tucking his chin against Doug’s shoulder. It didn’t fix anything, not in the long run. But he could breathe, and when he took Dee’s hand he held it firm.

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rpg/d&d au tho

Berto: man i can't believe we got stuck with this lame-ass bard Doug: I prefer the term wordmage Berto: *turns and stares directly into camera*

[dontcallmejulio-a-blog]

#I DONT KNOW HOW TO REPLY WITH THIS NEWFANGLED THING 

I TOLD YOU HOW YOU JUST REFUSE TO INSTALL NEW X-KIT

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HAVING TO MAKE A BLACKLIST ALL OVER AGAIN IS SO MUCH EFFORT

[thebabelfishboy]

d-cyphered replied to your post:Tommy has died

keep runnin, buddy. *wipes tear from eye* just keep running into that sunset

This is why we never invite you to plots

[d-cyphered]

#that's a lie#we invite you to all of them#and then you have to micro manage them

and then i never show up to everything i have planned

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mutantevingador

☼ ——           “Ever been under ground near oak tree roots, Douglas?”

“It does sound much more tedious to claw out of...”

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goop: okay but imagine if doug had like, died but revived within a year and still raised bby lee. so lee is at preschool drawing and they're like 'oh what's that picture of!' and its just this mess of black and red scribbles

goop: and bby lee is like

goopl: SOMETIMES DADDY DIES AND THEN OTHER DADDY'S GUTS COME OUT AND GET ANGRY

Leigh: *spits*

goop: and then daddy wakes up! :D

goop: it ends up on one of those 'terrifying things children say' lists on buzzfeed

Leigh: his pre school teacher submitted that one

goop: doug prints it out and frames it tbh

Leigh: it's on Lee's achievement wall

[forceshielded-deactivated201812]

Rescue Mission

[landlocke]

skiddingagent​:

She pushed her chair away from the desk, gesturing for him to go ahead. “Be my guest. Speed is more important than SHIELD’s security system right now.” Doug could probably get into the system with no issues regardless. She had the feeling it was more out of courtesy to her that he hadn’t already just hacked his way in.

fireinmyfists​:

Rusty walked over to Sally, shooting her a grateful smile. “Thank you.” He placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently. He was glad they had decided to go to her for help. She was probably going to be able to give them the best leads that they could get. “This means a lot to me.” She knew that already. She reached up, resting her hand on top of his to squeeze it back.

“I know, Rus. I want to help. This is important.”

There were only a few mentions of Black Womb within SHIELDS files. It was a secret project funded by the United States government and based at a nuclear facility in Alamogordo, New Mexico. It had been the same in Dee-Ell’s home universe. 

It was created to research genetics and mutation, experimenting on thousands of mutant babies. There was, however, no mention of Project 42, even SHIELD hadn’t been privy to that information. 

The facility in New Mexico had been left dormant since M-Day, but recent activity had been logged into the database. 

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[d-cyphered]

Doug hadn’t expected to find the answer tucked away in a well-organized database, of course. SHIELD didn’t have much more than the X-Men did, and neither boasted the expansive database that he -- well, that Warlock -- maintained. But he wasn’t looking for a treasure map so much as sifting for puzzle pieces.

Black Womb knew all too well the abilities of mutants, especially those they had...tampered with. They were careful. They knew 2 and 2 made 4, so they erased 1 here, 1 there, split what remained into thirds, secreted it away and buried their signals, shredded their clues.

But they couldn’t control the weather. A record cold spell in New Mexico had sent electricity usage plummeting as everyone got a reprieve from the heat, all save for one isolated area. Comparing it with a map of ‘abandoned’ facilities and a few other rumors of activity in the SHIELD system, Doug soon had the answer.

“I think I’ve got it.” He sent the coordinates to Warlock, who immediately began overriding SHIELD drones in the area to conduct some transmode signal monitoring of his own. A moment later Warlock gave a nod, and Doug set about erasing all traces of his activity from Sally’s computer. “Five to transport.” He looked back to Sally. “You’re coming with us....right?”

skiddingagent

[d-cyphered]

// *stares at all the extensions I need to download to fix rp capabilities*

*stares at my hands*

ur not nearly hacker enough to have this blog for this weenie hacker

[d-cyphered]

mutantevingador:

☼ ——            “Wrong again. It’s different because it’ll mark your tombstone.”

“Technically, the tombstone is the marker. The grave is below the earth, thus requiring the marker. And I believe I am the expert in this case. Game, set and match.”

[d-cyphered]

doctormadamemcsplode:

…

He’s basing his butt off of yours?

It’s been known to happen.

[d-cyphered]

mutantevingador:

☼ ——            “Okay, boy scout, tell me what makes this oak tree different              from the last fifteen hundred oak trees we’ve passed by? And,             that also sounded not true.”

“The trunk bends sharply to the east about three-quarters of the way up, its crown spread is at least three meters broader than the last dozen we passed, and there’s an irregularly-shaped patch of moss that was rubbed down by a deer within the last 24 hours. We haven’t passed this one.”

[d-cyphered]

[internal screaming & facepalming at dash]

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mutantevingador:

☼ ——            “And you are?”

“Yes. Because A, I was in the boy scouts, and B, navigation is a language. We’re totally not lost.”

[forceshielded-deactivated201812]

Rescue Mission

[d-cyphered]

landlocke:

fireinmyfists:

skiddingagent:

“I didn’t think you would be taking anything.” She had to look away from Doug and Dee. The looks on their faces were more than she could deal with. Family was something she still didn’t fully get, as much as she wanted to understand it. 

“Of course I’ll help. You said Black Womb?” She settled back at her desk, pulling up the database to see if she could find anything. Even if they didn’t have files on them specifically, they might have things that referenced them, and that was a place to start. “When did they go missing? I can also check police reports for any disturbances in the area at those times.”

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“Dee came to my place about an hour ago. I don’t know what time it happened at, I wasn’t hanging out with Lee earlier today.” He wished that he had been. He didn’t want to think that it may have been his last chance to, but… “Thank you, Sally. For helping.”

Sally gave him an incredulous look before turning back to her computer, as if she were saying he was an idiot for even implying that she wouldn’t. He was glad that he had been right about that. He knew that she would help. 

(up next: landlocke)

“Hope and me were having breakfast and then these guy’s stormed in and she sent me and Chi-Chee to the panic room. Didn’t want to leave her.” He muttered. “I ‘ported over to Rus’s and Leeland’s but he wasn’t answering his texts ‘cos he doesn’t like to speak on the phone.” Chewing his lip, one of his wires unconsciously wrapped around Warlocks arms.

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Doug flashed Sally a tense but thankful smile, then nervously inched towards her desk. “Thank you, but it’s quicker if I look myself. My brain’s wired for it, and we don’t have the time to spare. May I?”

[ skiddingagent ]

[moonitsky]