ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ʙᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ.

"I thought he was trying too hard; like he was an FBI plant or something, but no undercover agent is going to pull the suicidal stunts he does. Truth be told, I don’t think Wrench cares if he lives or dies, but he’s sure as hell not going down quietly." Affiliated with Isola Radiale. Newcomer. Apartment 341. Equipped with a BB Gun.

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‘ what makes you laugh? ’ 

“Anything that tells me not to laugh. It’s like I have to spite it. Like, fuck you! I’ll laugh if I want to laugh! Unless it’s a challenge video. In that case; game on.” 

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imminentime:

[ ⏱️ wrench ll @dedfix ] 

a scowl forms on the man’s lips as he feels something bump into him from behind. his patience had already run low for the day - for some reason. perhaps it was because he was plucked straight from his world and placed into this…strange, odd place - but he didn’t like it a single bit. it ruined the flow of his own scheduling, and now without any set plans put into motion, tony had absolutely no idea what to do.

he turns to look over at the perpetrator, the frown on his lips never ceasing to leave. any friendly aura he could’ve given off clearly wasn’t there, but it’s not something he really cared for in the moment. 

“excuse you.” 

Irritation blinked along the pixels of his mask as Wrench eyed the mobile device in his hand, a large, familiar  warning message in his receiving messages. He’d attempted time and again to hack into whatever controlled the cell service of Spirale and failed; his phone now on the last moments of life and without a second chance at survival while the power still was without presence. 

Colliding with another individual in front of him, Wrench squeezed his phone in further frustration and looked forward. His patience was thin without another problem; this one, just like the issue his attention had previously occupied, was his own fault. 

“What?” Tone stopped short of polite, he forced a half-baked apology in an attempt to get away from the altercation at hand. “My bad, man.” 

[tenshouoff]

@dedfix

“How the hell can you wear all that black and that mask in this heat? I’m having a hard time running and I’m not wearing any black. Do you have fans in there or somethin’?”

Maybe the guy was just used to that kind of getup all around the year. But it made Ichigo sweat just looking at him. …Then again, he had just been jogging and decided to take a break near the other. He’d just had to speak up after seeing the guy.

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“Well, it started as a young child in an emo, punk phase.” Imitating a british documentarian on National Geographic, Wrench provided a skyward palm as he attempted his fanciest posture. “The emo was phased out, though the punk remained!” [ ^  ~ ]

Flashing a friendly emote, he dropped his arm and shrugged. “Just got used to it. Where I’m from it doesn’t get that hot. I’m also not really out during the day either. Probably wouldn’t change if it was, or if I were; I’m ninety-nine percent aesthetic.” 

[coffeecroww]

~^

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@bladeverbenas​ 

“Hyah!” Minimally auto-tuned grunts echoed in the alleyway of rubble, debris, and left behind planks of what seemed to be an old mini market. Wrench, imitating a green tunic endowed video game character, held a pot above his head for a brief moment before slamming it down into a pile of bricks, shattering it into pieces. In reflection of the effort he put into his throw, the vandal’s mask flashed [>  <] briefly before returning to it’s typical pair of x’s. 

Humming as he scanned the area for another fragile item to destroy, his sight settled upon a slightly broken window on the bottom level of a (probably) abandoned house. With great strides in excited approach to the window of opportunity, Wrench pulled a brick from the ground and tossed it in his hand once before chucking it through the glass. 

Without a moment of hesitation, he lifted a leg into the newly destroyed opening and just as he lifted the following appendage halfway into clearing, digital sight aligned with another set of judging eyes. He froze like a deer in headlights momentarily before blinking himself out of it, setting up the execution of the perfect excuse. [ =  = ]

[ !  ! ] “So, you see--” he trailed, offering a skyward palm. “I heard screaming! This poor kid got chased by some sick thugs, real fifties Italian mobster lookin’ kinda dudes, and they broke this window -- and unrelated for some reason they also broke the windows on that building over there? And a few pots. And, uh.. uh, you know what? Yeah. This is exactly what it looks like.”

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bloodcloakeddragon:

Tap tap. Tap tap tap. What the heck was this thing? It looked like a tinier version of whatever magic tablet Zobek had in his tower. Showed what was happening elsewhere, sometimes other forms would have runes or words or numbers on them, found in the labs he snuck about in. 

Did he care about any of that stuff then? Fuck no. There was Satan’s acolytes posed as corporate officials to tear down. 

Right now it was a reflective surface, showing…well, not him. Ah, the top of the inside of his umbrella. He pokes at the symbols, the reflection changes to what’s in front of it, and a flash of light happens accordingly. Well, there’s where his feet would be. And somebody else’s feet are actually there. 

Dracul blinks as if just waking up. If he ever actually looked awake. Or alive. 

“I would appreciate it. I’m afraid I haven’t had the time to learn how this era’s instruments work.” 

With a deadpan look he lifts it straight, squinting into now what’s the image of the other boy. 

Let’s not tell him you tried to give it a blood offering earlier. You wiped that off already. 

Whoa, this era’s instruments? Wrench failed to suppress a questioning emote [ ?  ? ] on his mask, but knew better than to comment on it until he’d gotten to know the individual before him a bit better. Once they were on a ‘I definitely don’t have a medieval weapon and the appropriate training for it’ level of acquaintanceship, he’d loosen restraint on his dialog to the normal amount of Garfieldian glib. Until then, he’d attempt to keep his behavior reflecting that of a minimum wage technician, on the brink of getting fired.

“Sure, lemme show you the basic shit; so, ‘y’know, you don’t accidentally delete everything or mass text the entire city. Unless you wanna, but that’s on you.” Taking a seat next to the stranger, Wrench flashed a friendly emote on his mask [ ^  ^ ] and pulled his own mobile device from his pocket; one that already had worn down markings from a random marker pen he found on the sidewalk a few days ago. Entering his pin (which was most definitely not the numbered equivalent to ‘YMCA’), he briefly tilted the screen to the show the stranger their starting point.

[ x  x ]  “Oh, uh-- you’re on the camera. Hit this button to go back to the home screen.” Gently pressing his index finger on his own phone’s home button, he once again showed his screen to the individual at his side. “Name’s Wrench, by the way. Like the tool! Consider me your, uh, tool.. for the day..” [ -- -- ] a pause. “--that came out wrong.” 

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pcnnydime:

  Frank heard the yelling quite a ways away, couldn’t help but race to the source. The last thing he wanted was some criminal scum to think they could get away with terrorizing people - even if this wasn’t Frank’s city.

  When he arrived, however, Frank was surprised, to say the least, at the sight unfolding in front of him. A guy of indiscriminate age wearing a mask and way too many studs to be mentally healthy was screaming and backing away from… a street cat. A stray, probably used to have an owner by the way it looked eager for attention.

  “That’s a god damn cat, man.” He sighed heavily then took a few steps closer, arms outstretched as he bent at the waist. Castle scooped up the stray who promptly meowed and began purring as it rubbed its head against Frank’s arm. “You allergic or something?”

Still causing a fuss up until the exact moment the stranger subdued the furry beast; Wrench brought about a false sense of composure, his sight uneasily settling on the cat purring happily in the arms of the other. “I know what it is.” 

His tone more pointed than intended, the hacktivist lazily extended both arms forward in a stop motion and sighed in an attempt to recollect himself. He just got a superhero saving damsel in distress moment and was damn sure he wasn’t going to get another one if he furthered his attitude. With his luck, this guy would drop the cat right into Wrench’s arms and he wasn’t about to have that happen. 

“I’m not allergic, I just -- I don’t like animals.” Crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall behind him, Wrench didn’t allow his vision to wander away from the cat. “Thanks for getting that thing away from me; I was like ninety-nine percent sure it was planning on getting its friends to gang up on me. Like eighties greaser style, rhythmically clapping their little paws and shit.” 

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pcnnydime:

                    [ @@dedfix​​ → @silverscamurai​ → @zer0u0​ → @pcnnydime​ ]

  “Next person to call me a cuck comes out of it with a broken arm.” Frank’s a fairly good natured guy. He can dish out a joke, can take them most of the time, too. But when he’s got a stranger pulling the level of playful sarcasm they were, his good nature flew out the window. He didn’t believe in respecting others without first earning it, but he sure as hell wasn’t a fan of disrespecting others for no good reason.

  The tone in his voice held none of its usual sarcasm, and the look on his face wasn’t that of a man joking around. When he moved to follow the pair out the door, Frank first tugged up his hood, and then gave Wrench a short pat on the shoulder before tucking unfortunately empty hands in the pocket of his hoodie. The closest to an apology an angry Castle would come.

[ @dedfix  → @silverscamurai  → @zer0u0  → @pcnnydime ] 

[ -- -- ] Silently stewing in his distaste for the situation at hand as arms folded across his studded jacket, Wrench drifted his sight over the others cycle out of the door. It gave him ease of mind to see Frank giving up the beacon kit to Gin, even with the knowledge that he’d still be able to completely wreck Wrench’s shit with his bare hands. Still, his BB gun was tucked in his belt and he had enough tech in his pockets to built something to shock, now that the electricity was at least semi-functional again; he’d take comfort in that for now. 

[ !  ! ] Mask lighting up as Frank gave him a pat on the shoulder, Wrench felt a heat rise up his back in surprise and another emotion he couldn’t quite place; gratitude? Man, fuck this guy. Satisfied with the nonverbal apology, he trailed behind his wayward group and locked the door behind them. “Looks like we’re falling behind everyone else; so, uhhh -- where we going?”

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dedfix:

Relationship Call.

To be updated at any point in time, so this is a permanent call!! 

Liking this call  means I will send you memes on meme day, write starters for you both in general and for events (with your go-ahead!), and I will also come to your inbox for specifications on our character’s relationship with one another!

• hackers. ➜ 

wrench will immediately attempt to find and build a network of hackers upon arrival in attempt to create ‘hackerspaces’ across the city. these spaces will be underground, hidden, or private rooms dedicated to hackers and engineers to meet up and exchange information, tips, prototypes, gear, etc. on occasion will he attempt an attack and request help from his fellow hackers. will also come with fully stocked fridges. this category is open with the option of wrench and your muse being good friends, acquaintances, associates, rivals, or enemies. it all depends on if your muse wears a white or black hat and where their alignments are.

• friends. ➜  

does your muse like comic books, science fiction, and action movies? do they enjoy pub crawls, or maybe playing twelve hour d&d campaigns? wrench is the dude to be friends with! aside from engineering, hacking, and generally being a destructive tool, wrench likes all sorts of fantastical fiction and getting fucking sloshed. he’s down to hang out around town and get into all sorts of trouble, such as: breaking and entering, casual vandalism, and general mischief. he’s also perfectly chill with staying at home and having Alien movie marathons or trying (and failing) to bake at three am. honestly, he’s incredibly easy to befriend.

• ‘business associates.’ ➜ 

despite wrench not being about the shady dealings, he’s fine with associating with unsavory individuals if he can benefit from the information or product they provide. in his mind, as long as he gets something out of the interaction that can benefit the majority, it’s worth not knowing what his business partners do on their own time. if push comes to shove, wrench believes he can ddos them or potentially ruin their business if they prove to be too dangerous to leave alone. he’s also worked as a bruiser for his previous hacktivist group, and considers himself a ‘fixer’ for any problems that happen to come about. please prove this butthead wrong because he needs to realize he can’t defeat everyone. all in all, this is probably the messiest (and most fun) category here.

• customers (above and under ground). ➜  

wrench is constantly working on new projects involving anything electronic he can get his hands on. he’ll not only fix anything you ask him to (need to learn how to work a smartphone? wrench has got you, mate), but he’ll also build anything you ask him to.  want your computer to run faster or a fun little watch that tells you it’s hammer time? wrench can build it for you. need emp bombs, tasers, electrified batons, hacking-tools-for-dummies or any other technical weapons? need a fucking robot? wrench can build it for you. this bit of his business (once he gets it up and running and the city isn’t in ruins) will be on the down low and through word of mouth. he’s not looking to get into trouble with the kidnappers that brought everyone here, so this category is for those who can keep a secret. 

• drinking buddies. ➜  

uhhhh, pub crawl anyone? he’s a goofy drunk and will take really bad bets. he’s probably tried jumping off a roof at one point in time (or multiple points in time). 

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☑ A Favorite (book/movie/song/etc.)  

“Perfect Blue was so ahead of its time. It’s all about identity and how people perform their social lives -- and like, this was back in the nineties when the movie came out. It just got more relevant with age after the social media boom. I miss Satoshi Kon; he was a damn genius movie and television director. Everything he touched was gold.” 

[sarapyon]

Marcus: “Do you think my friend’s mask is hot or creepy?”

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37. Have they had any special education or training that colors their means of learning about or understanding the world? Conversely, do they lack some kind of education considered essential in their world? What kind of impact has this addition or lack had on them?

He has no special education aside from the abilities that he’s taught himself, namely his ability to hack, code, and build machines. This was learned through childhood as a special interest and he found to be quite proficient at it, though he was much more interested in taking things apart than putting them back together. Wrench would often completely wreck electronic items for the sole purpose of learning how they operated. It was rare that he gave himself time to fix the items he broke; instead, he took select pieces of the pulled apart items and crafted new things that were almost entirely useless for every day utility, but entertained him enough to pursue it as a ‘career’ of sorts. 

The ‘world’ (his world) considered him a high risk individual, considering his special hobby of hacking into electronic items or creating things that were typically deterrents and not at all helpful to society. He was placed on the FBI watchlist for both these reasons, and due to the fact that he came from an unstable living environment. Thus, he decided he would not be considered essential for the world. Just essential to his hobbies. 

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‘ does your name hold any special meaning to you? ’

"I'm handy and I’m always a great asset to have around! That’s pretty special, right?” 

He’s called Wrench because he’s a tool.

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‘ do you miss anyone? ’

“You know who I miss? David Bowie. Dude was sick; great musician, great actor, socially ahead of his time. Bisexual icon, that guy! Y’know he dated Mick Jagger? Legend, right there.” His mask interchanged emojis and rested at a stare [ -  - ]. “I miss Freddie Mercury, too. He was another absolute icon. Imagine the concerts they’d throw today.” 

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‘ name a guilty pleasure. ’

"Reality television." Spoken in a matter-of-fact tone as his arms raised in defense, Wrench sighed and began his case. “Listen, okay, I know; it’s staged. Most of it, anyway. But, DAMN. I can’t help but get pulled in by that dramatic energy. Someone’s getting voted off the island and I’m just on the edge of my seat ready to HURL my drink straight at the television because Brandon had the immunity idol and that meant Valerie had to go home and -- y’know what? That’s bullshit because Valerie deserved to stay on the isl--” he continued to rant for an additional ten minutes until he threw his arms skyward and walked off. 

                                                                                     “--Fucking Brandon.”

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☢ || Personality Flaw(s) 

“Too suggestive? – or perhaps, I’m just suggestive enough.” He winks [ ^  ~ ] and gives Zer0 finger guns. “It’s only a flaw if you aren’t aware of it, right? This puppy here is rated R.”  

[brimbrimbrimbrim]

I really love sketching Wrench…